Chapter 5


    I wouldn’t say I don’t pay attention to what I wear, but I do like to befortable. I get a lot of paint stains


    on my clothes anyway. Usually I wear pants or jeans with a nice top, blouse or sweater depending on the


    weather. And in the summer I wear shorts and summer dresses.


    Because I am more curvy than my sisters I can’t always borrow their clothes, although they love stealing


    myfy sweaters and vests when they’re cold. But we all have different styles anyway.


    Angelina wear dresses all the time, she has hated pants ever since she was little. She wear leggings to


    workout in and that’s it. Emma has a more edgier style, in her case that means she wears a lot of ck.


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    Even though I am often jealous of my sisters they’ve actually always treated me nicely. I know they’ve


    got their own insecurities and issues, they just don’t talk to me about it. Probably because I am the


    youngest.


    But today I decided to pay some extra attention to my clothing and make-up, not too much or I’d seem to


    desperate. I used some eyeliner, I hated making wings though. I always got one wrong, but today they


    looked pretty even. I wore some ck jeans with a top that showed some cleavage, but not too much.


    And I wore my hair in a high bun, so my face and neck were visible. Apparently that was a thing some


    men liked, seeing the ce where they would mark you. Sasha also told me it’s really sensitive in that


    area.


    When I got to school it was hard to focus, thinking what I would do and say during lunch. I tried to


    practice in my mind, but it only made me more nervous. When lunch finally came everything was


    different than I had expected.


    Noah was sitting at his usual table with his friends and waved to me toe over. I sat down at his table


    awkwardly and we barely spoke to each other. I just sat there like someone who didn’t belong while most


    of the kids ignored me. Wasn’t this supposed to be a date? At the end Noah put his hand around my


    shoulder and asked if I would join them again tomorrow.


    Honestly I missed my friends and felt really out of ce here, so I told Noah I had other ns tomorrow.


    Noah seemed surprised at my answer, as if he wasn’t used to hearing no often. I went to my sses and


    felt a mix of disappointment and relief, I guess I made too big a deal of the whole thing. Noah must not


    be that interested in me like I thought.


    During thest ss of the day Noah grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. I blushed and looked


    up at his eyes. “If you can’t have lunch with me tomorrow maybe we can do something together after


    school?” I nodded, too nervous to answer. “I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Noah said and he walked away.


    When I got home I didn’t know what to do with myself. Should I change my clothes? I didn’t even know


    what we would do and I didn’t want to be disappointment again like during lunch. I asked Angelina for


    advice, she knew Noah a bit.


    But Angelina seemed reluctant to help me “you know Noah is a yer right? Once you’ve had sex with


    him he’ll cut you loose”.


    I couldn’t believe her “you’re just jealous I am finally getting some attention,” I replied and I stormed off. I


    guess I would just stick to what I was wearing. I started painting in my room to distract myself until it


    Noah came.


    When the bell rang I headed downstairs, Noah gave me a big smile “ready?” he asked.


    “Where are we going?” I said.


    “Well let’s just take a walk,” Noah replied as he took my hand.


    We walked to the woods and took a long walk the forest,  Noah talked about school and asked me about


    my interests. I shared my love for painting and nature.


    “It’s nice you have a hobby, especially when you’re mated. It will be good to have something to do while


    your mate is working,” Noah said.


    I never saw painting as a hobby, it was always sometimes that was special to me and that I hoped I could


    do for a living. It seemed so old fashioned to be a housewife that paints once in a while her mate does all


    the work. I didn’t want to ruin our talk so I said nothing.


    When we came to a clearing we sat down in the grass, I closed my eyes and let the sun hit my face.


    Suddenly I felt soft lips on mine, slowly kissing me. I opened my eyes and Noah stopped, stroking my


    cheek as he sat down next to me. “I am sorry, you looked so pretty with your eyes closed,” Noah said.


    I smiled, this afternoon had been almost perfect. “Thank you” I said and he leaned over and kissed me


    again.


    This time I kissed him back, Noah embraced me and weid down on the grass. I could feel his body


    against mine, moving closer and starting to grind against me. His tongue entered my mouth and moved


    circles across mine. Noah’s hands went to my ass and he squeezed it as he pressed me closer against


    him. I could feel his erection through his pants and I backed off. This was my first kiss, I didn’t want to go


    this fast. And I certainly did not want to lose my virginity in a grass field somewhere.


    “I am not ready,” I said.


    Noah sighed “okay, another time” and he kissed me softly.


    We stood up and walked back, hardly saying a word. When we came close to the packhouse Noah


    kissed me goodbye and said “see you soon Lily” and left. I felt like I was living in a dream. I just had my


    first kiss! I never though this was the way my day would end, especially after that weird lunch with Noah


    and his friends.