Bulletproof Heart

Gerard's POV

As I watched her lock her bedroom door, a million thoughts buzzed around my brain. I can't believe I kissed her. I can't believe she kissed back. What am i doing? It hasn't been two full days without a girl, although we were hardly “together”. Any moment, she'll tell me it was a mistake. At least she didn't sock me again. Frankie turned around and leaned against the door, biting her bottom lip unconsciously for a moment. Like everything else about her, it was freaking adorable. This was the most confused I'd ever been in my life. I'd come up here expecting a guy, felt up a girl on accident, got punched in the jaw by said girl, then made out with her... right after swearing off girls. Now I'm trying to decide if I want to throw her on the bed, mark her with as many hickies as possible and tell the world she belongs to me. Only me.
Or if I should just try to find some graceful way to leave with my dignity somewhat intact and find a miraculous way to hide my raging boner. Although I don't know if that's possible. I never felt this way with LynZ. She always tried to push me into things I wasn't comfortable with. I might have even gone further with her if her attitude had been different.
She slowly walked toward me grabbing her cell phone on the way. I was still so nervous around her that I spent most of the time looking around the room especially the carpet. But out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was about to sit beside me. The bed dipped under her weight slightly, causing our arms to touch. Hers was warm and soft. "Hang on a second. I told Ray to have Brendan go straight to his room downstairs, but he probably won't listen to him. Especially after the way I sounded on the phone. He usually comes straight up here." Somehow she managed to text rapidly while talking to me. "Brendan is a great guy and a wonderful friend. The last thing I want to do is break his heart anymore." Frankie looked down at her own spot on the carpet sadly.
The diminutive girl suddenly turned my direction and smiled. "Look, I'm not sure what you've been through lately. You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I know you said you were avoiding girls, I get it. I've been avoiding guys, not just step dads.” She uttered a small, joyless laugh while shaking her head, then shuddered. As she continued to talk, her face grew more troubled and she clutched her arms together in front of her torso. "Sometimes I just have to laugh I guess. Keeps me from crying. I know I kissed you back, and I don't regret it, but I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm nowhere near ready to have sex. And as you can probably tell my head's kind of a mess right now. So yeah, that's what I wanted you to know. The hardest thing for me is that just about any boy who's been close to me, or tried to get close, eventually shows there true intentions. I'm just a piece of meat or a meal ticket to them, Gee. I mean, my own step father? He's been there for me for years, helping me cope with dad's death. Brendan and my brothers are the only ones who would never betray me. Of course I never thought John would either." The she started quietly sobbing.
She looked as fragile as a piece of fine china behind a glass case. I reached out, wrapping my arms around her, hugging her close to my chest. Truth be told I was a little panicked because I had no idea how to comfort someone, and I wanted so badly to comfort her. I knew I was out of my depth but forged ahead anyway.
"You are NOT piece of meat to me. I'll tell you why I was avoiding girls. 2 days ago I took my girlfriend out to a really nice restaurant for our one year anniversary. We ordered dinner. She always ordered the most expensive stuff on the menu everywhere we went, but I wanted her to be happy. I gave her a diamond necklace that I worked very hard to pay for, and then she proceeded to break up with me. But not before telling me that she'd been cheating on me the entire year we were together with at least 10 people. She can't quite remember. And since I wasn't ready to have sex, somehow all of this was my fault. Then she left with the necklace and I paid for a very expensive, uneaten dinner. I had to see her act as if I didn't exist at school the next day." Tears were streaming down my face but I hadn't noticed. Frankie looked up, began wiping them away with her thumbs and started rocking me while patting my back. It was the safest I've felt in a year. Her head was the perfect height to rest my head on and so I did. "Honestly she pressured me all the time. Every time we were together, making out, she'd always want more, whether I wanted to or not. It got to the point where I didn't even enjoy kissing her. Yet I still loved her. I was going to tell her so at dinner that night. Stupid, huh?"
"Nah, I don't think so. We want to see the good in people. Either that or we just have terrible taste in people?"
“Not really sure what you mean when you say meal ticket. Maybe it's better if I don't because I think you're pretty amazing, although.... this cabin is pretty cool too.” She shoved me gently then we both chuckled a little. “But I'm living proof that you can be broke, and still have someone use you for what little you have. LynZ was probably taking what she could from everyone. Just not sure why I felt like I needed her.”
“Sometimes we have to learn the hard way. I had to prosecute my last boyfriend. He also tried to pressure me into things I wasn't ready for. He had this idea that he took me on dates and then after a certain amount of time, I owed him a certain amount in return. He even estimated how much money he thought he'd spent on me. I never cared about any of that and he knew it. I would try to pay part of the time but he said that made him feel like less of a man. He was the one who had to be out every weekend, movies, dinners, clubs, concerts. Of course I appreciated everything he did and I told him so. But I tried to tell him that I was just as happy with a picnic in the park. Or coming here. Admittedly, live music is my favorite thing in the world but you can see so much for free and budget the concerts that aren't. And I worry every day about when he gets out. Since he's a juvenile offender and it was “only” attempted sexual assault, his sentence was lighter. 2 years and his records will be sealed when he turns 18. He gets out in a month.”
“Sorry.” I had no idea what to say to that. My stupid worries about feeling awkward around LynZ paled in comparison to this. “I hope you at least got a good punch in.” She laughed good-naturedly.
“I broke his nose. That's my signature, something I need to work on actually. Can't just be breaking noses all the time. But I was holding back with you.” She lightly cupped both sides of my face with her hands. When she ran a finger over the bruise on my swollen jaw, I jerked back a bit. “I knew you were just being stupid and I was mad at somebody else. Besides, your nose is way to cute to break. Honestly, you're too pretty to punch in general. I really am sorry.” Frankie gently kissed my nose. Then she pulled away from me slightly with a mysterious look on her face, lifting one eyebrow. “Now I'd say we've only been up here 15 minutes. The boys are playing video games downstairs which means Ray wouldn't notice a spaceship land. Mikey about the same?” I nod. She walked to the middle of the bed on her knees, motioning for me to follow. Once I was within reach, she grabbed both wrists to pull me closer. I quickly got that she was reaching to take my shirt off and helped her. “Great. Brendan shouldn't be here for awhile. I'll show you just how sorry I am.”
She gave me a push that was somehow gently and rough at the same time, causing my back and head to fall on a nest of pillows leaning up against the headboard. My heart started racing. Once again I had an erection aching for attention, getting more painful by the minute. This was all so new to me. I actually couldn't even remember the last time I got hard just kissing stomach. Once Frankie's shirt hit the ground, I discovered that this tomboy had a very sexy, black lace bra underneath and some surprising curves. The clothes she wore hid her body but the sight before me made me drool. She had a trim, petite body with breasts that were probably a B cup. Above her heart was a tattoo that said Hope with a flame. The swallows on her stomach made my want to trace every line with his finger. She had so many tattoos for someone only 18. I planned to actually look at the extensive artwork on her arms, back, stomach later. Her tattoos and piercings made her even sexier but I couldn't concentrate on them now. Not when her bra was basically see through. So much to see that I didn't know where to start. I thought that I'd died and gone to heaven.
LynZ had taking off her shirt plenty of times while we made out but I was too busy feeling violated to enjoy it. She was usually forcing my hands into her bra or trying to get me to unhook it. The fact that she did this really should of been an indication that she wasn't the girl for me but I have a hard time sticking up for myself. Which is why I spent the next year letting her use me. Frankie was everything LynZ wasn't. Somehow LynZ had convinced her parents so let her get a boob job while still in high school. I thought she looked better before because natural is always beautiful. If we all looked the same, then how would that be at all interesting? But she also wore very revealing clothes. Ok, trashy clothes. But I love that Frankie seemed so natural. Yes, even with tattoos and piercings. The best part is that with so much hidden from everyday view, when she chooses to reveal something, its so special. And hot as hell.
"Oh my god," I whispered, barely feeling able to speak. " So perfect. So beautiful. So, so, so....."
Frankie slowly crawls on hands and knees until she is hovering six inches above me. I feel like I can't breathe. Even though I didn't think it was possible, I find that I'm even harder than I was when I first kissed her. Everything about her turns me on. It was even kind of hot when she was yelling at me downstairs, right after she socked me. "So I want to let you know that I'm going to make an exception for you. I've never let anyone get to second base. But you've kind of already been there. At least this time we can both enjoy it, right? This is a strange day anyway, for some even stranger reason I trust you not to go further then I want. And the same goes for me. I'll never push you to do anything that you don't want to do. So, you in?" I nodded like an idiot because speaking was no longer one of my capabilities. She straddled my hips and sat in my lap. I blushed bright red because I knew she was sitting right on my dick. Not only was it obviously hard, I worried she might be able to tell it was leaking. “Still ok?” Still bobbing my head but I was also really scared. But not like I had been before. This was something I definitely wanted to do. I just didn't want to make a fool of myself doing it. My hands explored her sides, then her back. First with my fingertips, then my short nails. “Gee, oh, yeah...” Was I actually making a girl this hot feel good? As she began sucking lightly on my neck, I closed my eyes. The cold metal of her lip ring brushed against the entire outline of my left ear. I felt teeth clamp down on my lobe, pulling a yelp from me. My eyes shot open to see her smirking face. Since my hands were still wrapped around her, she only needed to slide them up a couple inches to put them on her bra's clasp. “Would you like to do the honors?” My hands were shaking so she rested her forehead on mine to relax me. “You're the sweetest, most beautiful man I've ever seen. You ex was an idiot to let you go. But I'm glad she did.” Her mouth was once again on mine and I started to relax. The lacy fabric soon joined the rest of our clothes. Gently, I took her bottom lip in my mouth so I could swirl my tongue around the lip ring. My hands were soon on her breasts, which I had started holding without realizing. It felt so natural. When we needed air, she moved up so that one of her nipples was an inch or 2 from my mouth. That was all the invitation I needed. I forgot to be nervous, feel awkward, all of it. After a couple of light flicks of my tongue, I took the whole bud in my mouth gently sucking and biting it. Then lowered herself back down on my lap, my mouth still attached to her. She started grinding her ass down on me causing me to gasp in surprise and then moan with pleasure. There was a smile of accomplishment on her lips. I moved to the other nipple, while using my hand to play with the first one, alternating pinches and soft caresses. Soon her breathy moans were mixed in with mine. She had started off moving her hips kind of slowly but louder my noises got, the faster she went.
I was so lost in a fog of over-stimulation that I didn't realize what was happening until I didn't want to turn back. Nobody has ever made me feel like Frankie had. I was so turned on for the first time in I don't know how long. It didn't help that I was a virgin with no experience in holding back an orgasm and had a gorgeous, topless girl grinding into my lap.
“Frankie?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“F-Frankie. I-I-I'm close. So close. Please.” I was feeling that unmistakable feeling. Muscles tightening. I knew that I would be embarrassed later for cumming in my pants but for now I didn't care.
“Its ok. Do you need to move?”
“Ngh, uh, n-no I-I-I um just wanted, uh, to warn you.”
“I could cum too.”
“Really? Oh, Oh my God, I'm gonna, Uh, Uh, Uh, Fraaankiiiee,” I moaned while grasping her hips a little tighter, pressing into her as I rode out the aftershocks. She kissed me deeply, partially to muffle the noise. Omg this was so much better than my hand in the shower. Thankfully I had managed to be fairly quiet. You wouldn't have been able to hear anything unless you were right outside the door or something.
“Ok what do I do?” My mind was still I blur, with my heart racing as I tried to come down from my high. She flipped us over so she was on her back and I was laying half on her, half beside her. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her clothed crotch.
“This ok?” She asked and I nod. With one of her hands over the top of mine, we rub vigorously. I have no idea what I'm doing but I get the feeling this isn't the time to start learning. She puts the other hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss, sending her over the edge. “Mmm, Uh, Uh, G-G-Geee.” She's mostly muffled by my mouth and is much better at keeping quiet than me, but her eyes roll back in her head for a brief moment. I was suddenly sad we couldn't lay here together and I could tell I wasn't the only one. She hopped off the bed and started rummaging around one of her dresser drawers near the bed.
“Your lucky day.” She said. Huh? She tosses me a pair of men's sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt. “Bathroom is that way. Feel free to shower although that might look suspicious and we have been up here awhile. Yeah, go shower. There are plenty of clean wash clothes and towels in there. Just hand me your pants.”
“What?” I suddenly felt self conscious again.
“Seriously? I took off my top for you. Gimme your pants.”
“Why do you have men's clothes in your room?” Sure, it's none of my business. I took off my jeans and handed them to her.
“My dad's old stuff. I wear them sometimes to remember him. Not the boxers. Those are actually new. Yeah I know, its weird. I just figured I'd need them for you one day. I've been saving them all this time.” I rolled my eyes at her. Guess she likes her secrets? “Hey I'm going to give this to you in a second.” She had grabbed an unfinished Pepsi off her dresser and was carefully “spilling” in on my jeans. ”Pour it on the spot where you think it would have landed. I'm going to say I dropped it in your lap. Anyone who knows me will buy that. I'll take your pants to the washing machine, you can take your boxers down to the laundry yourself. You needed a shower cuz you felt sticky from the soda. It's half true, right? Just make sure to douse any evidence and we're fine. Laundry room is right next to the kitchen. It will be all ready to go when you come down.”
“Thanks. Actually, hang on a second.” Then I head to the bathroom with a smile on my face. “I actually think I should be scared of you. You break noses and you know how to hide the evidence. I will never get on your bad side again.” Once inside, I stand beside the door, take off my boxers and poke my head out. “Ready?” She nods, clearly not knowing what I'm planning. My boxers sail across the room, followed by the door quickly slamming shut. My heart beats loud in my ears, my entire body shook and my smile was so wide it hurt. And to think I didn't want to meet Ray's cousin. I shook my head.
“You're insane. Ha Ha. But you ARE right. You should be a little scared. I also prosecute. See you downstairs.”

Yep I was in love. Dammit ray.

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