Heart of Glass by Lindy Dale Read Free Book Online

it’s good. It’s doing
things to me that you’re far too young to know about.”
    He placed my hand on his
jeans. “See...”
    I stopped breathing. He was
right. My hand was on his penis and it was hard. Very hard. As
worldly as I wanted to be, I was way too young to know about
that.
    The next second Ben’s lips
were on mine, again. His kiss was hot and fast. I felt feverish and
confused. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe but I didn’t want him
to stop, either. Every nerve in my body was alive with longing and
wrestling with utter confusion. He kissed me again and his hand
slid around from my back towards the edge of my breast. It rested
there, feeling my heart beating wildly, beneath it. I moaned, a
small husky sound, hardly audible, yet encouraging to him all the
same. He kissed me harder.
    “ Slow down, Ben, please.
Please. You’re going too fast.”
    His voice echoed into the
darkness. “I don’t want to slow down, I’ve waited all night. I want
to kiss you until the stars fall out of the sky.”
    His lips were at my ear.
“You’re so beautiful…the most beautiful girl in the
world.”
    Throwing my head down
against the back of the sofa, I closed my eyes. The feeling of his
lips upon the skin of my throat was intense. I have to stop him, I
thought. His hands were affecting me in a way I knew to be wrong.
Good Catholic girls didn’t enjoy making out. Sex was a sin. But how
could I refuse him when I didn’t want to? How could I tell him he
should respect me, when his hand was sliding over my body like a
sensual snake?
    His hand fluttered across my
breast and moved to unbutton my shirt. I sighed again. Could I be
allowed to enjoy this small pleasure without the Catholic alarm
bells sounding inside my head? It appeared not for they were
ringing as if evacuation was imperative to survival and my
conscience had no intention of jumping ship without me. As if by
remote, I sprang from his embrace.
    “ God. Stop. What are you
doing?”
    “ I thought it was obvious,”
he said, his hands falling away. He sat up straight. “Do you want
me to stop? Really? I won’t do anything you don’t want me
to.”
    “ No. No. Oh God, I don’t
know. It was a surprise, that’s all.” I couldn’t let him know he
was doing things to me I had no experience of. I had to be mature.
So, I looked up into his eyes and smiled, willing him to kiss me
again. And he did.
    This time his kiss was
insistent, as he edged my body across the sofa until I was almost
lying flat, partially pinned beneath him. He searched my face for
any sign of anxiety, and finding none began again to tease me with
his lips upon my face and throat and his hands up and down my
body.
    “ Please, let me touch
you.”
    I lay still.
    Tentatively, he nudged my
shirt open, exposing my chest, it’s flesh dotted with goosebumps
from the cold night air. His fingers played across my skin, leaving
an imprint that made me tremble and I sucked in a
breath.
    He smiled, blowing his hot
breath along my neck and my collarbone until he reached the small
indentation where his hand lay. He teased me unsparingly, never
touching me with his lips because his breath alone, against my
skin, was enough to drive me crazy.
    “ You’re an angel, Bella, a
beautiful angel.”
    And I shimmered in his arms,
a glittering angel, never to belong to another.
    ***
    For the remainder of the
weekend I walked on the clouds. My heart was bursting with
happiness. Mum and Dad watched, dumbstruck, as I mooned around the
house with a look of utter bliss all over my face, humming ‘Loving
You’, a song I loathed with a passion.
    My rapturous state continued
well into Monday morning as I leapt out of bed, showered and
dressed quickly for school. I rushed down a coffee and a couple of
pieces of toast with vegemite, humming dreamily all the while.
Minnie Ripperton was still messing with my brain, turning it to
mush, and I didn’t even care. Makin’ love with Ben was all I wanted
to do.
    As I