ThePhoenixMan
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Marcus listened intently as Jenna began speaking, trying to get whatever it was, that was on her chest, off! He could tell that she was quite frought with nervousness, the way she was constantly wringing her hands together, then mashing them flat against the table, hardly looking him in the eyes, arms visibly quivering as she struggled to take even breaths. She was quite shaken and it began to worry Marcus.
Was he really prepared to hear what she had to say? Did he really want to know about last night? He hadn't fully disclosed his activities, now knowing that it'd surely crush Jenna's fragile mind, if he confessed fully, even though it wasn't his intention to fuck Branelle.
The more he watched Jenna fidget nervously the easier it became for his mind to convince himself that Jenna had fucked the living daylights out of her young, studly date! Surely she must feel guilty about her actions and not want to face his wrath, that would surely be unleashed. He was convincing himself that, that was the only reason she was having such a difficult time facing him!
The pause she had taken between statements was killing him. 'God! Get it over with!' he cried to himself, mentally preparing for the worst. And yet, he continued to cling to single thread of glimmering hope, that Jenna hadn't done anything too crazy.
When she gathered up her courage and finally let it out, without any further ado, and without pause, Marcus wondered if he was truly ready? And as her confession spilled from her lips, all Marcus could do was smile in great relief. All his concerns and worries were for naught, her only failure coming in the form of thought and not action! She had done better than him, and he had nothing but admiration for her growing within him, filling him with pride.
Jenna, couldn't see, however, his change in expression, her face still buried, nervously awaiting his response after finishing all she had to say. She had once again professed her love for him, a love he knew he shared for her. She also apologized profusely for her behavior in his class, admittedly confessing her intentions were to only get his attention. Now she had his attention, and didn't even know it, because her eyes couldn't meet his!
Marcus could not stand the tension any longer and was by her side within the single blink of an eye. He leaned over Jenna and placed a hand on each cheek, firmly grasping her head, turning it away from the table and up into his eyes. He forced her to meet his gaze, no longer able to divert her eyes from his intent stare, moving his head to keep her eyes trained on him, and his smiling face.
When she finally relented and twisted her body away from the table, and kept her eyes focused on him, Marcus could see the glassy look, tears welled up in her eyes, ready to burst forth a flood of tears, currently dammed back. He readied his thumbs by her cute nose, prepared to start the wiping process once the rivers began to flow. It was his turn to say something now, not that they were taking turns anymore, but Marcus now had things to say.
"Jenna! You have my attention! You always have my attention!God knows, you're all I ever really think about any more! You're all I've been thinking about for the past several days! I know how you feel, and you should know how I feel about you. If you want me to say 'I LOVE YOU,' then 'I LOVE YOU'!! I won't scream it from the rafters or the bleachers at school, but then again, I shouldn't have to! That is something between me and you! However, one thing I can't tolerate, is you not looking me in the eyes! You want my attention? Then I want yours! Your eyes are the most captivating part of you that I can never get enough of. It lets me see the wonderful person that is inside of you! It's the part of you I want to see *ALL* the time! I want your eyes on mine ... ALWAYS!"
Keeping his open eyes trained on Jenna Marcus brought his face closer and closer to hers, daring her to look away, or even close her eyes, slowly pursing his lips before pressing his face to hers. Lips were mashing against lips, his hands holding her head still, steadied her, their eyes less than two inches from each other, open, staring into her very soul ...
Was he really prepared to hear what she had to say? Did he really want to know about last night? He hadn't fully disclosed his activities, now knowing that it'd surely crush Jenna's fragile mind, if he confessed fully, even though it wasn't his intention to fuck Branelle.
The more he watched Jenna fidget nervously the easier it became for his mind to convince himself that Jenna had fucked the living daylights out of her young, studly date! Surely she must feel guilty about her actions and not want to face his wrath, that would surely be unleashed. He was convincing himself that, that was the only reason she was having such a difficult time facing him!
The pause she had taken between statements was killing him. 'God! Get it over with!' he cried to himself, mentally preparing for the worst. And yet, he continued to cling to single thread of glimmering hope, that Jenna hadn't done anything too crazy.
When she gathered up her courage and finally let it out, without any further ado, and without pause, Marcus wondered if he was truly ready? And as her confession spilled from her lips, all Marcus could do was smile in great relief. All his concerns and worries were for naught, her only failure coming in the form of thought and not action! She had done better than him, and he had nothing but admiration for her growing within him, filling him with pride.
Jenna, couldn't see, however, his change in expression, her face still buried, nervously awaiting his response after finishing all she had to say. She had once again professed her love for him, a love he knew he shared for her. She also apologized profusely for her behavior in his class, admittedly confessing her intentions were to only get his attention. Now she had his attention, and didn't even know it, because her eyes couldn't meet his!
Marcus could not stand the tension any longer and was by her side within the single blink of an eye. He leaned over Jenna and placed a hand on each cheek, firmly grasping her head, turning it away from the table and up into his eyes. He forced her to meet his gaze, no longer able to divert her eyes from his intent stare, moving his head to keep her eyes trained on him, and his smiling face.
When she finally relented and twisted her body away from the table, and kept her eyes focused on him, Marcus could see the glassy look, tears welled up in her eyes, ready to burst forth a flood of tears, currently dammed back. He readied his thumbs by her cute nose, prepared to start the wiping process once the rivers began to flow. It was his turn to say something now, not that they were taking turns anymore, but Marcus now had things to say.
"Jenna! You have my attention! You always have my attention!God knows, you're all I ever really think about any more! You're all I've been thinking about for the past several days! I know how you feel, and you should know how I feel about you. If you want me to say 'I LOVE YOU,' then 'I LOVE YOU'!! I won't scream it from the rafters or the bleachers at school, but then again, I shouldn't have to! That is something between me and you! However, one thing I can't tolerate, is you not looking me in the eyes! You want my attention? Then I want yours! Your eyes are the most captivating part of you that I can never get enough of. It lets me see the wonderful person that is inside of you! It's the part of you I want to see *ALL* the time! I want your eyes on mine ... ALWAYS!"
Keeping his open eyes trained on Jenna Marcus brought his face closer and closer to hers, daring her to look away, or even close her eyes, slowly pursing his lips before pressing his face to hers. Lips were mashing against lips, his hands holding her head still, steadied her, their eyes less than two inches from each other, open, staring into her very soul ...