Kickoff for Love by Amelia Whitmore

giving ourselves and receiving the other. His arms wrapped tightly around my body as my left arm wrapped around his neck; and my right hand tangled itself in his hair. 
    He moved us so that he was lying partially on top of me. We'd never made out on a bed or horizontal surface before. So this was a new experience. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around one of his. His tongue pushing against my lips was gentle but urgent at the same time. I opened my mouth to his and caressed his tongue with mine. His arm went to the bottom of my shirt and I felt his fingers slowly creeping up my stomach. The feeling of his skin on mine gave me goose bumps and I shivered. 
    "Are you cold?" He asked, not taking his lips from mine. 
    I shook my head. "No.” I gasped out, my breathing getting heavier by the second. 
    He moved his lips from mine and made his way to my ear. Nibbling every now and then as he went. Andy sucked on my lobe and bit down gently, making me gasp. He trailed kissed down to my neck and licked at my collar bone. The sensation was too much for me and I moaned lightly. I felt Andy's grin against my skin. I opened my eyes and realized just where we were. In my bedroom, with the door wide open. Two little brothers in the house liked seeing their sister and could walk in to visit anytime. 
    I pulled lightly at Andy's head, lifting his face from where it had been sucking at my neck. "We should stop.” I said disappointedly. I saw from the look on his face that he thought I was rejecting him. "I don't want to. If my brothers come in to say goodnight and see you on top of me, they may ask questions they're not old enough to know the answers to.” I explained. He nodded once and pulled me back to where I was before this started. My head rested against his chest and his arms wrapped around me. 
    Andy stayed another two hours before Dad told him, politely, that he needed to leave. I kissed him goodbye and watched him drive away. I was so exhausted from the day's events that when I got upstairs, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. 
    The next day, I was about to go over to Andy's when my cell phone rang. It was my mom. I debated whether to answer it or not. I decided to risk it. "Hello?" I asked. 
    "Ashley! Hi honey, how are you?" She asked excitedly. I grimaced. 
    "I'm okay, how are you?" I asked, purely out of politeness, not because I cared. 
    "Well, Steve left me…” She said, trailing off at the end. 
    I rolled my eyes. "Why?" I asked bored. 
    "Conflicting lifestyles,” She said simply. 
    "Well, sorry about that. He seemed like a really good guy.” I said, shrugging my shoulders and rolling my eyes. It's not like she could see me anyways. 
    "I'm not. He was so uptight and rigid. Never letting me do what I wanted,” She said. I rolled my eyes again. 
    "Was there something you wanted?" I asked, wondering why she called. 
    She chuckled. "Well, now that Steve's gone, you can come home again.” She said as though that explained everything. 
    I froze and felt nauseous. "I'm not living with you again,” I told her. 
    "Of course, you are honey. I'll send you a bus ticket in the mail. You can be here within a week.” She said happily. 
    "I'm not coming back to you.” I told her slowly. My words sounding harsh, even to my own ears. 
    "You have no choice Ashley. You're coming home.” She said irritated. 
    "Good luck with that.” I said before I hung up on her. I immediately called Dad, who was out having a brunch with a few of his old college buddies. 
    "Hello?" He asked, sounding like he just got done laughing. 
    "Dad," I asked my voice full of the tears I was refusing to spill. 
    "Ashley honey, what's wrong?" His voice worried now. 
    "She says she's going to make me go back.” I said, tears spilling over, the fear coming out. 
    "Who's 'she'?" He asked. 
    "Mom,” I said loudly. I heard him gasp. 
    "She what," He whispered. 
    I was crying now, like actually crying, not just a few tears. "She says that