Entry 17: Sleeping Over At The Dunn’s

Mom, if you're reading this....STOP NOW.

So, I convinced mom to let me go to the Dunn's house for a sleepover last night.

Well, technically I lied and told her it was at Leah's. But ever since my little viral moment last year, mom and dad have been total recluses. That's why I knew she wouldn't call Leah's parents to confirm or anything.

It was also my idea for Alyssa to host this little cheerleading sleepover party. It was a quick attempt to be able to spy on Preston. He didn't make any plans with me for the weekend which was odd in my opinion. We always planned to meet up on the weekends. But things have felt distant between us since we talked last week.

Okay so it's mostly my own fault for being so awkward and uncomfortable around him but I just can't help it! He went from being this stoic, casual guy to an actual sexual being that wanted all the same things that Drake wanted.

I know it's unfair of me to compare the two of them. I mean, Drake is a horny douchebag and Preston is a hormonal gentleman. It's just that I thought I could separate Preston from the sense that "boys will be boys". But he is still in fact, a boy.

Leah, Willow and Mia were a bit put off by the fact that we were sleeping over at a freshman's house. I had to convince them that Alyssa was basically one of us. She might be young but she warranted the same status.

The girls came around once we were there. It was just the five of us and two other girls from the squad that were in Alyssa's grade; Erin and Maddie. We had all our pillows and blankets littered around the television room but we were gathered in the kitchen eating like 3 boxes of pizza.

After rummaging through the Dunn's cabinets I found all the ingredients I needed to make my grandma's chocolate chip cookies..

While I was piling ingredients into their stand mixer, we were gossiping and giggling about the squad and people at school. Then, Maddie said,

"Alyssa, where is your fine ass brother tonight?"

My head nearly flew off my neck with how fast I turned to glare at her. Alyssa caught my vibe immediately and kindly explained to Maddie that he was MINE.

"Don't call him that," she cringed. "Besides, he's dating Parker now."

Erin shoved Maddie in the shoulder.

"Sorry," she refrained from making eye contact.

"It's okay," I shrugged. "He really is fine as hell."

We all laughed except Alyssa who covered her ears and faked a gag.

"Don't even play Alyssa. Your brother is one of the hottest guys in school." Willow said.

"How did you guys start dating?" Erin asked.

"I just asked him out and he said yes," I smiled and shrugged it off like it was effortless. I left out the part where I practically begged and pleaded for him to take me on a date!

I like Erin and Maddie. Naturally, I liked Alyssa too but the other girls looked up to me like I was their Yoda. Mind you, I've never seen a single Star Wars movie but I know that guy was like a master Jedi or something. It was nice to be admired by the younger crowd. I felt like an all knowing being. That is, until Erin asked another question.

"What have you guys done so far?"

I dropped the whisk from my hand as the kitchen grew silent.

"What do you mean?" I asked, licking some dough off my finger.

"Come on, Parker. You know what she means? What have you guys done so far?" Willow nudged me.

I sighed before rolling my eyes. As much as I wished I had something to tell them, I had nothing of the substance they were looking for.

"I don't kiss and tell..."

"We're not talking about 'kissing'" Leah laughed.

I shot Leah a look, hoping she would get the hint and drop it but alas. She was too dim to pick up my vibe.

"Besides kissing, what have you done?"

"Ew guys, that's my brother you're talking about. I don't want to hear about him ... doing stuff!" Alyssa chimed in.

"Okay then, what's the most you've done with a boy, Alyssa?" Erin asked.

Alyssa's face turned bright red! I kid you not, she looked caught up. I could tell she was scared to spill.

"None of your business!" She shouted.

"Please," Maddie rolled her eyes. "We all know you've been hooking up with that sophomore. What's his name...Logan?"

"Alyssa!" I shouted, shocked by this information.

The other girls laughed as Alyssa's eyes widened. I don't know what she was so embarrassed about. I was the one that should be embarrassed. A freaking freshman is getting more action than I'd seen in my entire life.

"Please don't tell Preston!" She pleaded.

"Don't tell Preston what?"

We all jumped at the sound of Preston's voice as he entered the kitchen. Alyssa might've actually screamed. He came out of absolutely nowhere. Well, technically he came from the front door. But he was so damn quiet or we were just so enraptured in conversation that we didn't notice him come home.

He looked so good standing in the opening. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it back and out of his face. His outfit was all black. Black pants, black shoes, a black tee shirt on top of a long sleeve black tee shirt.

Preston scanned the kitchen, looking at the seven of us before settling his eyes on me.

"Parker?"

"Hey, Preston," I smiled bashfully and gave him a small wave.

"Stop distracting her. She's making us cookies." Alyssa shooed him away.

Preston furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the bowl and spoon in my hands. He seemed totally confused by the concept of me standing in his kitchen, making cookies. He was just about to open his mouth and say something when his sister shoved him away. He didn't even look back at me but I stared after him. Preston walked up the stairs and, I assumed, to his bedroom as I heard the door close.

"Sorry about him. I told him we were having a girls night." Alyssa rolled her eyes.

I smiled, trying to hide the disappointment in my face and started balling up the cookies. As I stuck them on the tray, I told the girls they'd be ready a little later. After we set the timer on the oven, the girls and I headed back to our tv room set up.

"What movie should we watch?" Alyssa asked, scrolling through streaming services.

"Well since this is technically a cheer sleepover, we should watch Bring it On." Mia suggested.

"Okay, but which one?"

While the girls tried to figure out which of the bajillion Bring It On movies we would watch, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder and stare up the steps. I was clocking every move Preston made upstairs. I could hear his feet moving across the floor of his bedroom. The faint music escaping every time he opened the door. He went back and forth between his bedroom and the bathroom a few times. But the one thing he never did was come back down.

By around 2 in the morning, we had finished eating the cookies and the girls were all passed out. I was the only one that couldn't fall asleep. I was growing more and more anxious that I hadn't seen him since he came home. He hadn't even texted me or anything.

I shimmied out from under my blanket and maneuvered through the girls, trying not to wake them up. As soon as I broke away, I looked back to make sure none of them were woken up by me. Once I was in the clear, I bolted for the staircase.

Quickly and quietly, I flew up the stairs. I tip toed to Preston's bedroom. His door wasn't shut and I could peek inside. The light on his dresser was on and he still had music playing. The bedroom looked different but felt familiar. Probably because the last time I was there, I was drunk as hell.

I pushed the door open just a little bit more, not wanting to barge in.

"Preston?" I whispered.

Before I knew it, the door swung open so fast, I wasn't able to let go of the knob. I just went flying into the room and found myself face to face with my boyfriend.

"Hey," he said quietly.

"Hi," I whispered back.

Preston was half naked. He only had a pair of boxer shorts on with a plain white tee. All of his piercings were out except the one in his eyebrow. His hair was damp too which wasn't surprising. I heard him showering like half an hour before.

Man, did he look perfect.

"Miss me?" He whispered.

"Yes," I admitted.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. Slowly, his arms moved, enveloping my body as I felt him rest his cheek on my head. While we were close, I inhaled deeply so that I could take in his scent. He smelled so fresh and comforting. His heart was beating steadily as he lightly pat my back.

"I barely saw you this week," he mumbled into my hair.

"I know. I'm sorry I-"

"-wanted to hangout with my little sister instead of me. Did you at least save me a cookie?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist and shook my head in his chest.

"No," I chuckled.

I wanted to tell him about everything I was feeling. How I was nervous about taking our relationship to the next level. How I was thinking about it all week. Weighing the pros and cons. Admitting to myself that I totally wanted to do it but it might be too soon. I didn't want to fill his head with ideas if I didn't know 100% what I wanted.

Preston pulled away and walked over to his dresser. He picked up his phone and started changing the music that he had playing on a speaker.

"You staying for a bit?" He asked.

I thought about it for a second and nodded my head. I mean, why not? The other girls were already asleep.

"Cool," Preston smirked. "You can sit down."

He gestured towards his bed. The same bed I laid in the night of Elizabeth's party. I walked over slowly, unable to help but think that if I touched that bed, something would happen. Something would happen between me and Preston.

I sat down and pressed my knees together. I placed my hands in my lap and watched Preston intently. He finally settled on a song and walked over to me.

I looked up at him and smiled. He didn't smile back. He just looked me over and took one of my messy braids in his hand and started playing with it.

"What are you wearing?" He had that curious look on his face.

I looked down at my outfit. I was just wearing a pink tank top and pajama pants but my pants had little puppies all over them.

"My puppy pajamas," I shrugged.

Preston moved his hand from my hair to my neck and I looked down at my hands. I guess he could feel me tense up at the feeling of his finger tips because he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"Relax."

I sighed at the feeling of his breath hitting my ear. He took it a step further when he kissed my neck.

Preston was holding me in place as he moved to my lips. He pressed his against mine and separated my lips with his. As soon as I kissed him back, he snuck his tongue inside and began to kiss me harder. I couldn't help but remain frozen in place.

His fingers were moving around my collar bone until he eventually brushed the strap of my tank top off my shoulder. He did the same on the other side. He hesitated, waiting for me to say something. I didn't speak a word. I didn't want him to stop. He saw his green light and took it. He pulled my top down to my waist, exposing my chest. He didn't pull away to look. He just grabbed my breasts and I arched slightly into his hands.

"Is this okay?" He whispered.

I nodded my head.

"Definitely." I put my hands over his and pressed them harder against myself.

Preston took the hint and gripped them, lightly brushing his thumbs over my nipples. There was something so blissful in that moment. He was so gentle yet confident. He was paying attention to me and watching my responses to make sure I was comfortable. Preston knew how to make me feel safe with him. Even in uncharted territories.

Our kissing grew deeper and he began to move faster with the affirming signals I gave him. I could feel my heart pounding harder and faster. Before I knew it, I was laying back on the bed and Preston was climbing on top of me with his shirt off.

His body was hot as he slowly lowered himself. We were chest to chest and I could feel his heart was beating fast too. Faster than I had ever felt it beat before.

I knew it wasn't nerves. Preston didn't get nervous around me. He was way too suave for that. This was different. He was getting aroused.

Preston moved and laid to the side of me. He put his hand to the waistband of my pajamas.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he spoke sternly in my ear as he slipped his fingers inside of my underwear.

Nothing could've prepared me for the feeling of Preston's fingers against me. He moved them in a circular motion, keeping a steady pace and varying the pressure he used.

I was gripping his bed sheets, trying so hard to remain quiet. It wasn't working very well as I moaned and whimpered at his never ending touch.

"Please don't stop," I begged.

I couldn't see his face because my eyes were scrunched up but I bet he was smirking.

"You like that?" His voice was raspy and deep.

"Yes."

It got more pleasurable with every passing second. It was like I was going to explode. He began to speed up his fingers and I started to moan a lot more.

"Does that feel good?" He teased me.

"Yes!" I cried out desperately.

Preston forced his face into my neck and licked it slowly.

"You smell amazing."

He began kissing me all over again but never stopped moving his fingers. I could feel him digging deeper in my underwear and applying pressure at my entrance. Just when he was about to force his fingers inside, I grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" I panicked.

Listen, I've never even so much as stuck a tampon up there. The thought of any sort of penetration, even if it was just his fingers, sent a shiver down my spine.

"I'm sorry," Preston pulled back and slid his hands out of my panties.

He leaned in to try and kiss me again but I turned away.

I sat up, now feeling like I'd ruined the moment even more. Preston laid back on the bed and watched as I got up and fixed my shirt back on. I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself even further.

"Where are you going?" He asked, now sitting himself up.

"I think I should just go back downstairs..."

"No." He shook his head. "Lay with me."

I looked up at his face. For someone that never really wore much of an expression on his face, he seemed disappointed.

"Stay. Please..?"

I was shocked. The tone of his voice when he said 'please' was so vulnerable. I wasn't expecting it. His feelings were showing and I couldn't help but nod and agree to stay with him.

"Okay."

"Cool."

He pulled back the blankets and I laid down next to him. I laid with my back to him and expected him to do the same. Instead, he pushed up against me and draped his heavy arm across my body, pulling me into him tighter. I felt Preston bury his face into the back of my head.

A comfortable silence hung in the air as he began to stroke my hair. He was petting me lightly and I could hear him take deep breaths. I think he was actually trying to smell me. It was actually so cute.

"I just want to hold you all night," he mumbled as he slowly fell asleep.

That's exactly what he did.

I slept in his room, in his arms, all night until the morning. When I woke up, I was completely alone. I don't know how he managed to untangle himself from me without waking me up but Preston was gone.

I ended up going downstairs and joining the girls for breakfast. They gave me some gripe about not sleeping downstairs with them but they were pretty quick to get over it. Leah took me home and I waited all day to hear from Preston.