Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon

We did this thing where you write song titles that would make for interesting stories, and I realized that as a music nerd I can do a lot with that.  Here is my first one entitled: 

Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon

She teetered on sleep while dopamine flooded her brain and shock electrified her senses.  She was hot, but never wanted the comfort of his arms to move away from around her waist.  His breath rolled across her shoulders as he chuckled and nuzzled his face in her neck.

"You smell so good." He tiredly growled, hugging her tighter.

"Thanks." Her voice was quiet and shaky.  She wanted to smile, but the same concerned look came across. "Thank God he can't see my face right now," She thought to herself, pushing closer into him and burying her head between the pillow and his cheek.  Big callused  fingers trailed themselves around her bare hips, silently appreciating every curve.  A nervous feeling swept over her excitement.  She took a few deep breaths in attempts to slow her heart rate, but being in his arms was enough to send her thudding into overdrive.  She reached her hand around to feel his bicep.

"Nice guns.  Manly.  Finally, a Man.  I'm so sick of boys."  The thought fell out of her mouth in a moment of pleasure induced weakness.

"I don't know if I count as a man.  A less stupid boy, yes; but a man?  I don't know about that one..."  She pulled his arms around her tighter.  "Nora said your birthday's coming up soon.  When is it?"

"The twelfth. this month."  Her chest pounded and her mind shot into prayers of him not asking.

"So which one is it?  20?  21?"  She could feel his smile  glowing on her cheek.  That only made it harder.

"No, neither of those yet, unfortunately." Anxiety was starting to crack through.

"19?  Dang, I already thought you were 19, at least."  He kissed her cheek softly, and she let out a nervous laugh that he mistook for enjoyment.  "Well, the big one-nine.  I still remember mine...Even if it was, what? Seven years ago?  God, I'm old."  He laughed for a moment before silencing his lips on her neck.  Urgency churned in her stomach and she flipped around in his arms so their faces were but half an inch from each other.  Their eyes locked in an unspoken conversation, leading to his grinning and colliding his mouth into her all too abiding lips.  Their wordless exchange continued until she was out of breath.

"Roger, I-" She paused taking a deep, shuttered breath, "I'm turning 18 this month, not 19.  I'm still 17."

That's all for now, folks. 

Sorry there aren't any pictures.