Gecko's Jumble

Story 1

After years of being away from his family, Ciaran wants to get away from his old life. Only eighteen now, but he has seen more in his lifetime that some only know from books.

Estranged from his family, Ciaran decides to move closer to his family. With nothing to start a new life with, he moves into his family home.

Always the centre of attention everywhere he was, loved and respected by most, those that did not, they fear him, but for Ciaran, he wants to shed all that reputation, that expectation. A fresh start was much needed.

As the days go by Ciaran found himself going crazy, not knowing anybody, having no social life was not hat he was used to and as much as getting away from his old life, away from all that was bad for him, he needed to create a new life, new friends with fun but legal activities to fill his time.

Ciaran would spend most of his time gazing out the windows of the house and only two weeks away from all he knew, feeling lost as he stares out the window once again, his attention is drawn the back garden of his neighbour, with a group of teenagers laughing and joking, the longing for friends had reached a point of combustion. He had been contemplating giving up and moving back, back to his friends and back to his old life, the life he has been fighting with every might to give up and move on from, a voice he has yet to hear "move bitches, my turn."

Chills engulf my body as she comes into view, slim long brown hair girl climbs on to the trampoline, she starts to jump, higher and higher, she would flip or do the splits in the air. He was mesmerised, he could not keep my eyes off her and over the next few days he had noticed she would spend more time on the trampoline. There had been several looks between us both and this continued for a week until one day she waves to me in a motion that called me down.

Nervously he left the bedroom and head down the stairs, as I open the front door, there she stood and even more beautiful as she stood right in front of him, with a big smile on his face he tries to say hi but it didn't come out quite like that and he has to chough to correct his breathing. She smiles and tells him to follow, "I'm Krysia" she said as she starts to walk away.

Ciaran takes a deep breath and whispers under his breath "play it cool, just play it cool," he starts to follow her round to her house and walking through her house the sounds of laughter and jokes grow louder. We walk out in the back garden, and I hear "who's this then" but this time with confidence he replies, "I'm Ciaran."

After spending weeks losing his mind, Ciaran was in his element, new friends, and the opportunity to get to know Krysia was just what he needed. At the start of summer Ciaran had nothing in mind but having an enjoyable time, though there was a spark between him and Krysia, they had become nothing more than friends, Ciaran wanted more, and he believed she felt the same though they had not spoken about being anything more than friends.

The start of the summer started big, loads of friends with loads of things to do, but as time goes by Krysia and Ciaran found that they would rather spend more time alone instead of in large groups of friends and while they did enjoy time with their friends, nothing would beat the one-on-one time with each other, with no day like the other this was the summer to plant the seed for Ciaran, the seed of which he saw how he wanted his life to be.

Just a kid, Ciaran was in love though he had no good example of what loves was, he was yet to recognise he was in love and continued to spend his days with Krysia alone and days with their friends, it would be as innocent as cycling through the shopping centre in the town centre, just to be chased by the security or climbing trees, both adults in mind but children at heart.

The day came Ciaran did not know he wanted, but when it came, he knew he had longed for it since he saw Krysia climb on to the trampoline. Krysia knocked Ciaran's front door and when he opened the door dressed in a hoodie and skirt Krysia asked him for help and without hesitation he agree stepping out closing the front door behind him.

Stepping out of what was a sorry excuse for a front garden with only a small patch of grass, trimmed large bushes surrounding the front of the property which blocked most of the view from the road.

As Ciaran stepped out of the front garden and on to the public footpath, first thing Ciaran noticed was three of their friends stood at the front of Krysia's house, he stopped to talk but Krysia takes hold of his hand and pulls slightly, Ciaran looks at her and when he does, he can see a glint in her eyes, unsure if it was playful or seductive, one thing he knew was, it was a mischievous look and he was certainly intrigued.

Krysia opens her front door and walks in, Ciaran follows and starts to walk away from the door leaving it open to allow the others to follow but Krysia sharply tells him to close it. Ciaran walks towards the kitchen where Krysia was stood, he walks to within a couple of feet from her, neither one saying a word, only two feet away and still not a word from either of them, Ciaran takes a step forward and stops, Krysia takes a step forward now and that step closed the distance between, so close that Ciaran could smell that shampoo that Krysia had used to wash her hair with.

Ciaran raises his right hand to take hold of Krysia's hand and he pulls her even closer, he can now feel her breath on his skin, he lets go of her hand so that he can put his arm around her waist. What little distance there had been between them had disappeared, his left hand now raised moving her hair behind her ear and as he does, he leans in placing his lips on to hers, the energy as their lips lock intensifies, Ciaran pulls back slightly, Krysia first with a smile on her face then starts to bite her bottom lip. Ciaran stands proud and firm, he takes hold of the side of both of her arms, slowly turning her and with a smile he pushes her on the sofa.

Krysia now sat up on the sofa I start to climb on top, my right knee first then my left, both either side of Krysia's legs, we start to kiss again but this time the intensity grows rapidly, it feels like Ciaran's heart is going to explode out of his chest, Krysia's faced flushed she grabs the neck of his jumper and pulls him down.

They continue to kiss for a minute before Ciaran stands up and he looks down at Krysia he cannot help but think how lucky he is, he goes in and starts kissing her again but this time slower, more passionately and while he does his hand slowly brushes up on the inside of her leg, he can feel her whole-body tremble and he pulls away while his hand lowers down her leg.

While he watches he brings his hand back up her leg but this time he doesn't stop, he reaches her thong and could feel how wet she was, he moves them to the side and starts to slowly rub her clitoris, Krysia's back starts to arch as she lets out soft moan, she starts to bite her lip as Ciaran slides a finger inside, first he starts slow. He is now using two fingers and has sped up but ever so slightly, Krysia cannot take it and more, she grabs his belt and starts to undo it with some urgency, with the belt now undone she undoes the button to his jeans.

Ciaran stands up once again but this time when he does, he releases his jeans fully allowing them to drop to the floor, he climbs on to of Krysia and she takes a hold of his manhood, she smiles as she moves her hand back and forth. She pulls him forward closing the gap between both anatomies and starts to rub them together, she tells him to push.

Ciaran pushes in slowly, he can feel the warm wetness as he slides inside of her, Krysia lets out a moan of pleasure, he moves back and forth slowly to the sound of Krysia saying more, don't stop. Ciaran look up in to Krysia's eyes and that moment he knew, he was in love with Krysia and as they had both been close to climaxing there was rapid loud knocks on Krysia's front door.

They both panic and without hesitation they both jump up to quickly dress. Ciaran heads straight for the front door, opening it he looks out to see that their friends are still outside the front. Krysia's mum has just drove round the back and all Ciaran can think is how lucky he was, another minute or two and Krysia's mum would have walked in on us having sex on the sofa in the living room and not only that, the first sight would have been of me with my naked bum in the air.

Things had not been the same since then, a distance grew between Ciaran and Krysia that would inevitably change the course of their friendship.

Ciaran would see less and less of Krysia as time went by, they would remain friends and could turn to each if the needed to, but Krysia acted out more than usual as if to protect herself and Ciaran could not understand why, there had clearly been a deep connection between them both.

With the lack of understanding and with the frustration, the pain of not only losing someone he was clearly in love with, but the pain of losing his best friend Ciaran done what Ciaran knew best, partying, drugs, a lack of caring and not like before, now he didn't care about anything he had lost all hope and was on a downward spiral.

Krysia had moved with her family of which I bet her mother was happy about, she had never liked me in the first place not that either of us had cared.

All Ciaran wanted to do was numb the pain and this led to him making a big mistake. Ciaran caused serious injuries in his local pub one night, he was in trouble and he done what he had always done, he ran, ran from the crime, he ran from the police but most of all he ran from his pain.

Ciaran loved Krysia and did not see a way forward where he could forget her, he is not sure he ever will and he always hoped that one day they would find each other again, but will they?