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| my main squeeze just got a gf so i cant phone bone with him anymore and the one thing that gets me off the best is a deep husky sexy voice mmmmmm cream my panties thinkin about it. im on the look out for a hot voice who knows what to say to make me cum all over myself. message me | | |
| been over a year and yes im still alive. im in college now!!! can u believe it. i grow up so fast hahahaha yeah well with college comes sexy college boys and even sexier college SEX...who wants to read all about my first college fuck? In my college days I tried to be open minded. I wanted to experience all that the world had to offer. I remember one particular escapade that forever changed my life.
I shared a number of classes with a girl named Lucy. She had chestnut brown hair that reached her waist and deep brown eyes. Her waist was tiny and her breasts were ample. Soft, pouty lips. She was the epitome of beauty. Lucy wore her jeans tight and lowcut. Her shirts always showed off her flat stomach, complete with belly ring. If there was one thing Lucy wasn't, it was modest. She was also a lesbian.
We became close friends and spent many nights dancing at clubs or sitting at home, getting drunk. One night at her place, after many shots of rum, Lucy leaned in close. I could smell her perfume, a subtle coconut scent. I tried to ask her what she was doing, but before I could say anything she grabbed the back of my head and pressed her lips to mine. She held me there and I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth. I parted my lips to allow it. She slid one hand up my side, under my shirt, and began to caress my breast.
I was drunk, stunned and suddenly aroused. I knew that what was happening was wrong. I pulled away from her. "Lucy, we can't do this." "Why not? Come on, beautiful, give me another kiss."
I blushed, knowing she was the beautiful one. "But Lucy, I'm straight. I...I like penetration." I said, blushing again.
She laughed, "Oh honey, you don't need a man to be penetrated." She pushed me back on her sofa and climbed on top of me. She tore my shirt off my body, exposing my fair skin. Her hair brushed across my bare skin and I broke out in goosebumps. Lucy took off her shirt and bra. Her nipples were erect and she pinched them as she leaned in to kiss my neck.
She quickly bit me and I moaned softly. "Lucy, no." I pleaded half-heartedly. She smiled and brought my hand up to her perfect breasts. Guiding my hand, she caressed herself. She reached under me to unsnap my bra. I sat up so she could reach and took her nipple into my mouth. She moaned and ran her fingers through my blonde hair. I swirled my tongue around the hard nob and lightly fluttered my tongue across it.
A moan escaped her lips, "That's it honey." She threw my bra to the floor and grabbed one of my breasts in each hand. Her soft hands cupped them delicately as her thumbs rubbed against my nipples.
I could feel her grinding against me and I could feel my hips thrusting up despite myself. My panties were wet and I could feel my clit thobbing. Lucy pushed my back again and unbuttoned my jeans. She grabbed the legs and pulled them off of me and removed her own. I laid there, not sure what to do next.
But Lucy knew. She crawled up the couch, kissing up my leg as she went. I could feel her closing in on my cunt.
"You smell delicious. I can't wait to lick up your juices, honey."
I bucked my hips into the air as her mouth skirted across my pussy. She moved my thong to one side and slid her fingers up my wet slit. I closed my eyes and shuddered. She reached down and began playing with herself as she was rubbing my clit. I began to wiggle on the couch. She plunged one finger into my pussy, then a second.
I looked down and saw her slip them into her mouth.
"Mmm."
I grabbed her and pulled her to me, kissing her hard and sliding my own hand down to her wet cunt. My bush was natural, but hers was well trimmed with just a narrow landing strip. My finger circled her clit and I felt her begin to thrust against my hand.
Just as I had committed myself to what I was doing, Lucy stood up. I looked at her with a puzzled expression and she smiled. "I'm not done with you yet honey. We're just changing location, come on." I took her hand as she led me down the hallway to her bedroom.
My head was swimming from the booze and the new experiance of a woman lover. She sat me down on the bed and took off my thong. Pushing my body backwards, she slid her face back up to my opening. This time her tongue slid across my clit instead of her finger and I moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around as she fingerfucked me. Her fingers driving in hard and fast. It was penetration alright, but not enough. She pulled her fingers out and reached down, mixing her juices with my own. I was so aroused at the sight that I nearly came right then. Her tongue darted into my cunt and she lapped up my wetness. She went again to my clit as she played with her own and when she sucked hard on it I came. My hips bucked in the air wildly, my cum spilled into her mouth and she greedily sucked it up.
As I lay on the bed shuddering and moaning weakly, Lucy stood up and walked to her closet. "You like penetration, honey? I've got you penetration. Get on your knees, mama's gonna take you from behind." She turned and I saw the eight inch black strap-on for the first time. I didn't think I could handle cumming again, but I was willing to try.
The strap-on had ribs and nubs along the sides and Lucy coated it with lube as she approached the bed. I obediantly got onto my hands and knees and prepared myself for a good fucking. Lucy grabbed my hips and I felt the tip pressing against my hole. She thrust hard into me. I screamed in pleasure and she pulled almost completely out of me, leaving just the tip. I pressed my self backwards, trying to shove the cock deeper in. Lucy thrust into me hard again. And a third time. My back arched and she began to thrust faster, working up a rhytm. My breasts bounced fast and hard.
"Do you like my cock? Does it feel good? Am I fucking you good honey?"
"Oh yes, oh YESSS!!!" I yelled as I came again. I collapsed on the bed with the cock still deep inside of me.
I lay there shuddering as Lucy withdrew and licked up my juices once more. "See, I told you, honey, you don't need a man for penetration. You just need a girl who knows how to use a strap-on." I just smiled weakly and drifted off to sleep.
Don't get me wrong, I still love the feel of a real cock throbbing inside me, but now I know not to pass up that hot chic at the bar. | | |
| so im acutally on this thing again wow lol im sorry i havent been on in like AGES but i have a life now. not that the people who were reading all this dont have lives its just i got an apartment and a job and a car and a new boy and i have a life i need to live instead of a blog i need to keep up. so sorry if i dont get on anymore and well im really sorry to let you down if u were readin expecting something really steamy and hot to get off too. i will say with this new guy we have fooled around on the reg. and i will IF I GET THE CHANCE so dont get ur hopes up, tha ti will dish everything!!!!! Promise!!!! well ttyl i guess much love to the fans! MUAH | | |
| so its been forevery and a decade since my last blog and im soo sorry guyz my flow just stopped with taht last one i dont no where to pick it up to make it really good!!! sorry babes but i did make a new one while i was home alone today so i hope you enjoy it like you enjoy all my others and again im soo soo sooooo sorry that i was so delayed on this responce right the story well here ya go! The Present
Never thought I'd be here. Did I dare? It was definitely in my reach. I glanced at her; SHE was definitely within my reach I should be saying. She slept very peacefully, I sat by her side. The fact that her skin glimmered in the pale moonlight didn't help me resist my natural urges. It's funny, only five years ago I was just the guy who stared across at her in class. Six years ago my only thought about her was, "hey, she's good eye candy". seven years ago, I didn't even know who she was. One of the worst things about leaving school was the thought that I might never see her again. How wrong I was, a chance reunion in public turned into a friendship. We were casual acquaintances in school but now I can safely call her a friend. She was of course Miss Popular in back then. But for all her looks, friends and money, she was always kind to me. I was just a guy in the background in school. Luckily I was able to show her my charm and wit. And now, five years later, we're young adults and I'm still in love with her. And I find her sleeping in nought but a robe in my bed. My hand hovered over her shapely waist. I just wanted a touch. But as quickly as the thought popped into my head, I withdrew my hand immediately. I could hear her breathing softly. Her robe was wide open but she slept on her side with her back to me, her womanly features not shown to my eyes. The moonlight provided an eerie glow in the room and teased me with the stunning image of her silhouetted against the white sheets. Her lithe body was curled up. Her long brown hair fell straight down to the sheets as the water slowly dripped from between each strand. Her ample breasts heaved with every breath she took. They were not huge but were a perfect fit for her lithe toned body. To me she was perfect. My life was always so peaceful. I never partied, got drunk, or even tasted alcohol for that matter. That was until I left school. It was all to get one girl's attention, the same girl that lay in front of me, her name is Amber. This is our story, albeit the abridged version.
Graduation Night- 4 years Ago
I remember the night clearly. It had always been in my head that I might've never seen Amber again after this night. But for the majority of the evening, it didn't even occur to me. I hadn't even caught a glimpse of her until halfway through the proceedings when she was called up on stage to accept her package. I looked on as if I were her father, but my feelings were that of a lover and they welled up inside me. In that moment, I wanted nothing but to embrace her. Up to this point, it was just general chatting here and there. A smile from her usually made my day. I sat through the rest of the evening looking at her from behind. She was always beautiful, whether she dressed up or whether she just threw something together quickly. Her long brown hair was almost always loose. It was always straight and flowed down past her shoulders. She always drew attention from the boys and I suspect from several of the male teachers as well. But I loved her for her kind, gentle and fun loving personality more so than her dazzling looks. These qualities were always on my mind and much more than normal that night. After it was over, I was sure to get what I believed then was one last word in. Through the throng of parents, teachers and students, I did what I always did; time it so that Amber and I were at the door at the same time. She flashed me the smile as she did so often.'Hey Nate,' she said loudly over the rumbling crowd.I remember smiling to myself as she rarely ever spoke my name. 'School's out for good,' I replied.'Finally,' she said relieved.We both smiled at each other. We were outside the hall at this point and standing in the lobby watching as everyone was coming out. She opened up her package and brought out a fresh copy of the year book.'Wanna be the first to sign?'I let out a nervous laugh. 'Ditto to you.'We both smiled once more and grabbed each others year books. We flipped to the back and I sign my name before writing. "Seeya when I seeya."A simple message; a simple message which I'm pretty sure I stole from a movie. Amber had barely finished writing when one of her friends called out her name. She looked at them and then at me and was about to say sorry when I interrupted.'Go ahead.'We traded year books and she ran off to join her friends. I watched her leave before opening the year book to see her autograph. It read."Rememba me always Nate!"I looked up but she was already gone. In that moment, I was the saddest person in the entire building.
The Present
I placed the year book back on the shelf and looked back at her sleeping figure. I had successfully resisted the urge not touched her. My heart was racing non- stop as if I had just run a marathon. In truth, I couldn't even run 30 metres before I was on the ground sweating and out of breath. The air conditioner in the room kept running. She was still slightly burning up. I grabbed the wet hand towel by my side and patted down her forehead. As I did so, she stirred slightly and turned to face me. I caught a brief glimpse of her breasts before I covered her nakedness by closing her robe and draping the sheets over her. Her arm draped over the sheets at her side. As if by instinct, I reached for her hand and held it in my own. For the first time in hours, I smile very slightly to myself. I was planning to clean the place up but in that moment, I never wanted to leave. Most men would've probably taken advantage of her right now. But I loved her so much that I was willing to torture myself so that she may retain her dignity. And so I sat by her side, leaning against the headboard and didn't reach for what could've been mine. My mind wandered once more as I tried to stay awake as if to protect her.
Reunion- 1 year ago
It had been 3 years since we had left school. Much had happened. We entered the world and went about our lives. I for one still built on my education when I entered University. But on this particular day, I was just wandering around in town trying to look for shoelaces of all things. 'Excuse me sir. But might I suggest you just get new shoes,' the store attendant said.'I know you wanna make a decent sale but all I want are some new shoelaces.'He rolled his eyes and pointed to the corner of the shop. 'Over there.''Thankyou,' I said politely before muttering to myself. 'Asshole.'I looked at the vast array of shoelaces available to me and mumbled. 'What the fuck is the difference between $3 shoelaces and $10 ones?''They're just trying to rip you off,' a woman said melodiously as she passed by.I chuckled and turned to the source of the voice. I was almost speechless when I saw who it was. In that moment, all my confidence disappeared. She had her back to me as she continued looking at the shoes on display but I was sure it was her. I would recognise her anywhere, the way she walked, her sense of fashion, it was definitely her.
'Amber?' I said in almost a whisper.She slowly turned around and like she had done on so many occasions, she flashed me her beautiful smile.'I can't believe after 3 years you recognise me from a fleeting glimpse like that.'I opened my mouth but words didn't come out. I just stood there, encapsulated by her beauty with a stupid grin on my face. 'How are you Nate?''To be honest, a little bit sleepy.'Amber laughed quietly at the comment. She dressed as casually as ever in jeans and an orange shirt but it was enough to get my full and undivided attention. 'In that case, let's get some caffeine into you.'I was rather surprised when she offered coffee. After all, back in our school days, we had just chatted when we had a spare moment or when no one else was around. I obviously accepted her offer. I forgot about shoelaces and we walked out the store together. We bought coffee from a stall and walked and talked. 'Here alone?' I asked.'Yep.'I was happy with her answer. Many times we had had our conversations cut short because one of her friends had come along. And each time it happened, I pretended I had something better to do such as fidgeting around with my phone. Some of her friends didn't exactly know me and weren't eager to strike up a conversation. I probably wouldn't have talked to Amber if it wasn't for a friend of mine who was already friends with her striking up a conversation in my presence. But that was quite a while ago.'You know Amber. You haven't really changed since high school,' I said.'Is that a good thing?''Good? It's a fantastic thing. You look great.'I realised how overly excited and eager I must've sounded and curbed my enthusiasm. She obviously noticed but being the darling she was; she didn't say anything. 'What do you have going on at the moment?' she asked'School and a tiny bit of work.''So much for "school's out" huh?'I laughed as I realised she had remembered what I had said at our graduation. My love for her welled up once more. She continued talking and I was all ears. I clung onto her every word and watched as they escaped from between her lips. 'Still catch up with anyone from high school?' she asked.'Some. But not as much as I'd like too. How about you?''Yeah, I still do for the most part. I make an effort to meet up with them every once in a while. I'm glad I met you again.''Really? Why?' I said with genuine surprised.'I kinda felt a bit bad just leaving you after the graduation. After all, it was mid- conversation. I'm sorry. You forgive me?''Nothing to forgive. I wouldn't have stayed to chat with me either.''Don't put yourself down like that. You're a good person. I was just a bit caught up in the moment that night.' 'Happens to the best of us.'The slight awkwardness passed and we continued talking like old friends. In reality, I think this was the longest conversation I'd ever had with Amber. And I can confidently say that I did make a complete ass of myself. It was one of the best moments in my life. And that's despite the fact I didn't even pick up the shoelaces I came for.
The Present
I woke up startled. I didn't know why immediately. Amber was still beside me, her hand clutching mine. It was still night time. The clock read 3: 10 am, I had only slept for little under an hour. It took me several moments to realise why I had woken up. Amber's grip on my hand strengthened by the second, her palms were sweaty and hot. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes and placed a hand on her forehead. She was burning up once more. I grabbed the hand towel and raced to the bathroom. The place was a mess, her dress was still on the wet floor. I soaked the towel in cold water and rushed back to her side.I worked quickly and wiped down her forehead and neck. I panicked once more and assessed my options. Hospital? No. I dismissed that quickly. She wouldn't want this to get out. Maybe she has a family doctor who can come. I took one long look at her before racing through the house. I jumped over furniture and grabbed her purse in the lounge room. I found the usual; lipstick, photos and cash. I opened one of the side pockets to see a bunch of business cards. I cycled through them until I found what I needed, Dr Matthew Harper. There was however no home phone number. I jumped over the couch and grabbed her handbag and brought out her phone. I flipped it open and cycled through her many contacts. Dr. Harper was listed among the last of the Ds. 'Thank God,' I muttered to myself.There was a home phone number. I dialled. A metallic voice came through.'I'm sorry. Your call can not be connected as you are out of credit. To recharge your prepaid account, press 1.'I kicked the table in frustration and grabbed the house phone and dialled. Harper picked up surprisingly fast. He didn't sound happy.'Mrs Sanders, I've done all I can, now can you stop calling. Little Natalie will be fine,' said Harper in a croaky voice.'What?! Is this Dr Matthew Harper?''Yes. Who's this?''This is Nate Bishop calling on behalf of Amber Lane.'I gave him the low- down on what had happened.
School Class Room- 6 years ago
'You like any of the girls in the school?' asked Lauren suddenly.Lauren was a very straight forward kind of person. She always said what was on her mind and asked awkward questions. We were still in the middle of high school at this point. I hadn't got to know Amber yet. Hell, I just realised she existed.'I like a few. But none of them really appeal to me,' I said casually.'Oh come on Nate. None?''What about June?''Who?'Lauren laughed and then asked. 'Cassandra?''She's like my little sister. I've known her since kindergarten.''Brianna?''Way to vain for my liking.''Can't argue with that,' Lauren smiled.Lauren looked around the room and then leaned in close to me and said. 'Amber?'I turned around before asking. 'She the brunette or the blonde?''The brunette.'I turned around once more and summed her up. She was busy laughing with her friends and didn't see Lauren and me staring at her. 'She's alright. Cute, sexy.''Interested?'I shrugged. 'A tiny bit. But I wouldn't have a chance with her. Besides, the people she hangs out with, I wouldn't be surprised if she's a real idiot.'Lauren chuckled once more. We went back to work before she continued.'Still; you know half the guys in the school are keen on her.''I can see why. She's definitely one of the hottest girls in school but I'm simply not interested.''Setting high standards aren't you?'I shrugged. Lauren went about sketching pictures in her book which as she always did. I held up my text book pretending to read it. It took us 2 whole minutes before we said another word.'What type of girl are you into if not Amber?' Lauren asked.I smiled. 'You just can't keep off this topic can you?''Nope.''Obviously she has to be slightly attractive. I don't wanna be caught dating a leper. Smart, funny, good personality, you know, the usual.''Guess that means 90% of girls are out of the equation.''Come on. Those standards aren't that high.''Beggars can be choosers. And besides, Amber's pretty smart.'I simply rolled my eyes. 'I doubt it.'I started reading again. I looked up from the book after several moments and asked.'What the hell does "esoteric" mean?'Lauren opened her mouth to answer but as if on cue. Amber walked past and said. 'Means appeals to a certain group.'Amber just kept walking past. Lauren grinned at me.'Smart enough for you?' she smirked.'Probably just looked it up in the dictionary,' I grumbled.
The Present
The clock read exactly 4 am. Early by anyone's standards. But nevertheless, Dr Harper made amazing time. I ran to the front door and greeted him. He was an elderly man, I guessed about 50 years old. We spoke very fast.'I'm very sorry to disturb you so early,' I apologised.'Don't worry about it. I was already up. Hypochondriac parents thinking chicken pox is some kind of cancer,' he explained. 'How is she?''Sleeping.''You get it out of her system?''Yeah.''How?' 'Made her puke it up.''Charming image,' he mumbled.We made our way to the bedroom. Amber was right where I had left her. Dr Harper seemed cool, calm and collected.'So you didn't consult any doctors apart from me?''No. I told you before. She wouldn't want her parents finding out or anything.''The girl is young but she is an adult. It's not like the hospital would've been under any orders to tell her parents.'I thought about that for a moment and realised he was right. Sometimes it's easy to forget you're an adult simply because you just don't act you age. Harper went about the usual, checking her temperature, her heart rate etc.'I cooled her down earlier but I think her temperature has just risen back up.''Don't worry. She's hot but well below danger levels. You did the right thing. How'd you get her temperature down anyway?''The shower.'Harper smirked very slightly. 'Bet you enjoyed that,' he muttered under his breath.Somehow I don't think he wanted me to hear that so I just ignored it. He placed several pills on the bedside table. 'I think you were right. It was probably ecstasy. You did everything right son but next time consult a professional. You're not Doctor House or anything. When she wakes up, make sure she takes these. If she starts burning up again than it's back to the shower but you can expect her to be sweating, tossing and turning in her sleep.'I don't know if he was actually done or if he just wanted sleep but Dr Harper was out of the house pretty quickly. I took my place back at her side and continued my vigil. McDonalds- Last Week Charlie and I sat as we always did in McDonalds and continued our childish game of stealing each other's fries. Charlie was one of the few people from high school I still hung out with. 'So what's this I hear about you and Amber from high school?' Charlie said between taking tiny bites into his burger.'Number 1; don't make it sound so sleazy. Number 2; how the hell did you find out about this?''Jacob saw you two at some restaurant in town last week.''No shit. How is Jacob? Haven't seen him since we left school.' 'He's the same as always. But let's not get off topic. You and Amber? What the hell man?''I met her in town several months back. We chatted and have kept in touch ever since. We were just meeting up for lunch. And Jacob that fat bastard should've come over and said hello.''I don't remember you and Amber being that friendly.''We weren't to be honest but we had some good times together.' 'You should invite her to my party next week.'I put down my food and asked. 'Since when were you having a party?' 'It's a small get together with folk from school days. A lot of people whom you never liked but with Amber there, everyone will be eager to chat to her and they'll do it via you.'I laughed. 'You just want Amber Lane at your party don't you? Make you look cool, maybe make a move.'He shrugged. 'She's not your girl right? You're just friends.' 'She has a boyfriend. Anyway, concerning the party, I'll ask her next time I see her.''And when's that?'My phone vibrated in my pocket. I flicked it open. It was a text message from Amber. It read."Can u meet me @ my place?"I looked up at Charlie who had taken the opportunity to snag four more of my fries. 'Looks like I'll be asking Amber right now.'I simply replied "20 minutes". I wondered why she was calling. After all, Amber and I were friends but us meeting up more that twice a week was rare at best. I was eager to get to her place; I knew where it was but had never been inside. Amber lived in a small apartment complex in the city. Nothing fancy but it had this charming appeal that I quite liked. When I arrived there, I found the front door wide open. I approached slowly. I paused at the door not wanting to come in.'Amber? You in there?' I heard a small ruckus before I heard her reply. 'Yeah, just come on in.'I walked in warily and closed the door behind me. Amber appeared from the bedroom and almost ran up to me and gave me a big hug. Even though I barely saw her face, I could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were red and I could still see the faint marks of tears on her cheeks. I held her there for what seemed like an eternity. I begun to realise she was silently sobbing in my arms as the tears slowly seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt. I hadn't ever seen Amber like this. Part of me was really sad but another sick twisted part of my brain loved that she came to me for comfort. Although when she had told me the reason for this was because she and her boyfriend had split, I was jumping for joy. Inside of course because the fact of the matter is, her boyfriend, or should I say ex was a complete moron.
The Present
It had just ticked over to 5:30. I had dozed off once more. I turned to my side to see Amber curled up to me with her arms draped around my waist. Her body was hot but I believed that it was just our joint body temperature and not the drugs that was causing her temperature. I went through many emotions this past night. Anxiety, fear, relief, happiness just to name a few. Right now I felt the latter. To me, this moment was bliss although I wished it had been in better circumstances. I savoured every second of this it. Beside me I heard my phone vibrate. I quickly answered it and spoke in a whisper so I wouldn't disturb Amber.'Nate, it's Charlie. You disappeared last night so fast I didn't get to say goodbye.' 'Piece of advice Charlie. Don't invite Paulie Dante to any more parties. You do know that fucker was passing out ecstasy,' I hissed into the phone.'I know, I was there with you. Sorry if that ruined your night I-'I cut him off and said. 'You know he slipped some of those into Amber's drink. She was a complete fucking mess afterwards.''She ok?' Charlie asked with genuine concern.'She's fine. No thanks to you.''Hey, go easy there Nate. Wasn't my fault.'I rubbed my temple with my fingers and mumbled an apology.'I'm sorry Charlie. But I've become quite fond and protective of Amber.''Don't worry about it. I know what it feels like to be in love.''Really?' I asked mockingly.'Well...not really...but I've seen it in movies.'I laughed quietly before Charlie took a serious tone. 'I know you really care for Amber man. I've known it for a few years now, even in school. I saw the way you looked at her, that stupid grin you have every time she talks to you. And back then, you didn't make a move although it was probably wise. But nothing's stopping you now man, you've shown how much you care for her. Make a God damn move or I'll kick your ass.'I sat in stunned silence. This was a side of Charlie I'd never seen. We had always joked but our most serious conversations were about if Star Wars Episode IV is better than V. Finally I answered.'You get that out of a film too Charlie.''Everything slightly witty or wise I say is from a movie. Anyhow, just wanted to check up on you, give me an update later on.''Ok, catch you later.'I hung up and lay in silence as I thought about what he had said.
The Party- Last Night
Last night was one of those nights that brought unexpected twists and turns. Amber and I arrived at Charlie's party little past 9 pm. I managed to persuade her to come along with the promise of old high school chums. She wore a simple but stunning silver white dress that went down to her knees. It was so simple but enough to get the attention of most of the guys at the party. Seeing as we went with different crowds back then, we were split up fast. I kept an eye on her every once in a while and was quite annoyed to see her talking and laughing with her old squeeze, Paulie Dante. Frankly, I never understood what she saw in him. He was one of those assholes who believed himself to be God's gift to woman. Not surprisingly this was completely unfounded as the guy was an idiot and pretty trashy. Yet Amber enjoyed his company so I kept my thoughts to myself.The night started off normal, drinking, eating, partying and reminiscing. But well into the party, some guy who I vaguely remembered from school and never caught the name of offered me, Charlie and a few others several blue pills.'What is it?' asked Charlie.'Ecstasy,' the guy said.Charlie's demeanour changed at once. He got to his feet and said firmly. 'Are you fucking nuts? I don't want ecstasy flying around at my party.''Easy now mate. They're not mine. Paulie's passing them around.''That asshole.'Charlie and I got to our feet and made our way across the party to where Paulie was. He and about 3 other guys surrounded Amber.'What the hell do you think you're doing passing drugs around at my party?'The two started bickering back and forth as Amber climbed out from between the guys and approached me. She rubbed her head and said.'I feel a bit funny. You reckon we can get back to your place or something. These guys have been hitting on me all night.'I smiled inwardly and replied. 'Sure.'Amber was acting rather strangely on the drive back. It was her manner that caught me by surprise. The way she talked, the way she was twitching here and there. Unfortunately I was driving and it didn't occur to me that something was wrong until we got back to my place. 'It's so hot in here,' she groaned.I raised an eyebrow at her. 'It's the middle of winter and midnight. It's freezing inside and out.''Kidding? It's so hot,' she slurred.Amber started fanning herself with a magazine she picked up. 'You feeling ok?'It was stupid question under the circumstances because she was obvious not herself. In that moment, she fell forward. I had to dive across the room just catch her in time. Amber clung to me as I tried to get some sense into her. 'Amber! Are you ok?'I fell to the floor as I caught her in my arms. I sat her up against the couch and looked at her. Her pupils seemed distorted; she was sweating intensely and slurring her words. Fear gripped me; I grabbed her head with my hands and looked her in the eyes. 'Stay with me. Did you take any of that crap Paulie was passing around?'She momentarily became aware of her surroundings and mumbled.'Obviously something was slipped into my drink,' she drooled with a slight smile.'Shit,' I muttered as I racked my brains trying to think of what to do next. 'Gotta get you to a hospital.'I picked her up in my arms and was about to go through the front door when I realised. She wouldn't want this. She wouldn't want this to get out. If I bring her to the hospital, everyone would find out. I remembered my first aid training. 'I have to get your temperature down,' I muttered absently to myself. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me on the neck. If this were any other time and in any other situation, I would've been the happiest guy in the world. But this wasn't her. And even then, part of me savoured as her soft supple lips made contact against my skin. She kept fidgeting in my arms up to the point where I almost dropped her. Suddenly she pulled away from me and we both came crashing against the wall. I took most of the impact as I tried to protect her. 'Work with me here Amber. I need to get your temperature down or else there's risk of brain damage or some shit like that.'I slung her arm over my shoulder and half dragged her to the bathroom. I didn't want to do what I was about to do but I had no choice. I carried her over to the toilet and I grabbed a pen. As gently as I could I poked the back of her throat with it. She instantly threw her head forward towards the toilet and vomited the contents of her stomach out; food, drugs and all. It was not something I wanted to have to do again Then I held her and basically threw open the shower door. Together we stepped in. Her knees buckled beneath her and I barely managed to catch her once more. I wrapped my arm around my slim waist and held her to me.Her body was near boiling. I quickly turned the cold water on and almost immediately, a jet of icy water splashed down on us. I shivered in my place but Amber seemed almost oblivious to the freezing water. The water soaked us all over. Her hair was splayed all over my face as I held her steady under the water. I was shivering furiously but Amber remained still. The water seeped easily through her dress causing it to become somewhat translucent. We slowly slid down floor as the coldwater continued spraying all over us. I held her from behind to shield me partially from the water. I could see the outline of her breasts through her dress as they rested on my arms. Her nipples poked out and teased me with the wonderful site. Despite the position I was in, my fear outweighed my arousal. I stayed inside as long as possible before I finally stepped out. Once I saw that Amber too was starting to shiver, I brought her out. As if oblivious to my presence, she let her dress fall to the floor and presented me with a view of her bare ass. She stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I stood watching for several moments before I slowly approached her and covered her in a robe.
The Present
Once again I found myself waking from a brief nap. The first rays of the sun filled the room. I guessed it to be around 7 in the morning. But this time it was Amber that had woken me up. I found her sitting up beside me in bed. Her hair roughly brushed back and her robe tied up neatly at the waist. 'Fun party huh?' I joked.Amber smiled nervously. 'To think those were the people I hung out with back in the day.''Back in the day? You're not that old.'Amber smiled again and than looked at me with adoring eyes. 'Thankyou,' she said in almost a whisper.I nodded slightly. She inched closer to me until our faces were only about 30 cm apart. 'You know, of all my friends, past and present, I don't think anyone's ever cared about me more than you.''Anyone else would've done the same.''Not those old friends of mine last night. They just let those boys climb all over me. And besides, who would've chosen to not go to the hospital. It's as if you know me better than I know myself.''Maybe I'm just an idiot. Historically, that's been the case.'She shook he head. 'No, you knew I wouldn't want this to get out.''What can I say? I care about you. I've always care for you,' I admitted.'Since when?''Since the first moment I talked to you. Since the first time you laughed at one of my jokes, since-' I never finished that sentence because in that moment, Amber did the most unexpected thing. She leaned in and kissed me. Her soft, supple, moist lips made contact with mine. She grasped both my hands and together we kissed passionately. She was eventually first to break the kiss. She flashed me another one of her smiles and said.'And thanks for just leaving my dress on your dirty floor.' 'It was that or brain damage.'Amber laughed. It was music to my ears. 'Now, is that piece of knowledge from first aid classes or Bad Boys 2?''A little of both.'She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me on top of her as she lay flat on the bed. I just watched her in awe as slowly she undid the belt of her robe. She let the sides fall away and revealed to me her perfect body. I stripped just as quickly before returning to my position on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. We kiss once more as my hands explored her body. Her smooth skin was cool by now. The time she spent playing netball has left her with a well toned, athletic body. She broke the kiss once more.'And thanks for not fucking me as I slept.'I laughed loudly before pretending to go serious. 'Who says I didn't?'This time it was her turn to laugh. 'Because I'm still a virgin honey.'The comment took me by surprise. It really shouldn't have but considering what a beautiful and intelligent girl she was, I was really astonished. 'Don't look so surprised. You think I'd actually let any of those guys screw me?''Yes quite frankly. Or at the very least I thought it would've been a one nighter.''And you've had a one nighter?'I paused before saying. 'Charlie's cousin.'Amber laughed again. I didn't want the lovely noise to stop so I lowered my mouth onto her breasts. As I sucked on one breast, I cupped the other one gently in my hand. Her breasts were what you'd expect for a girl in her early 20s, firm but had a spring to them that was delightful. I cupped both breasts in my hands before moving down between her thighs with a long line of kisses. Amber spread her legs slightly to allow me access. She twitched slightly as I gently kissed high up her thighs. The moment by tongue made contact with the lips of her vagina however, her legs were quick to close trapping my head between her thighs. Her hand grabbed at my hair and pulled me into her. She let out a loud moan before slowly spreading her legs once more. I slowly slithered my tongue onto her vagina once more. She squealed in pleasure once more. I went back to kissing her as my fingers raked across her vagina and pubic hair. Our eyes met and I knew it was time. I positioned myself between her legs. Slowly I lowered my penis and aligned it to her small tight opening. I held her in my arms as I ever so slowly pushed the tip of my penis into her. Amber inhaled one big breath as I did so and never broke eye contact. Her walls tightened around my penis. I could already feel some of her juices on my penis as it lubricated my path into her. It wasn't long before I met some resistance. I had reached her hymen. She nodded as if to give me approval. I pushed in slightly more forcefully than before. Amber squirmed in pain and pleasure as I broke through. She let out a loud cry as her virgin status disappeared. At one point the pain overpowered her pleasure and she tried pushing me away. But I knew she wanted this. I easily out muscled her and pushed in as far as I could. I almost pulled out completely before I roughly buried my penis to the hilt in one hard, fast thrust. The penetration caught her by surprise and once more she let of a rather loud cry. This time it was a cry of pure pleasure. With each thrust, the walls of her vagina tightened around my penis. Her juices were flowing freely now and I glided into her easily. Her breast bounced back and forth with each thrust, her erect nipples scraping my chest along the way. Amber soon got the hang of it and wrapped her legs around me. With one hand I supported myself against the bed and with the other; I grabbed hold of her tight, smooth ass and rammed her into the bed. She started meeting my thrusts and continued moaning softly. Her skin felt damp once more. In wasn't long before I look to see her body gleaming from sweat in the pale sunlight. We started locking lips once more. I kissed her all over her neck, an act which she obviously enjoyed. Amber arched her head to look down; she let her legs slip down onto the bed again so that it was my job to do all the fucking. She watched captivated as my penis stabbed into her again and again and again. Her juices mixed with mine and of course there was blood from me taking her virginity. She threw her head back and was lost in the frenzy of our lovemaking. She let out soft moans and groans with each thrust. Our bodies were as hot as fire, not only did my penis slide into her easily but our bodies were covered in so much sweat already that our bodies almost slipped off of each others. I looked into her eyes but she was lost in the thrill of her first sexual experience. Her breasts continued to bounce back and forth rhythmically. Finally when I couldn't hold it much longer, I ejaculated fully into her. But despite this, I continued thrusting into her vagina. Amber took all sorts of positions with her legs as if unsure of what to do with them. It didn't take long but when it did, her orgasm was explosive. Every muscle in her body tightened up. She arched her back and her face was contorted in pleasure. Her fingernails dug deep into my back so hard that it actually hurt. Amber let out a loud cry. Exhausted, she rolled out from under me breathing heavily and short of breath. Her body gleamed from the sweat. She fingered her sore vagina slightly. Our juices oozed slowly from her opening and dripped all over her fingers. We inched towards each other and embraced. 'That was amazing,' she panted. 'When I catch my breath. Can we do that again?'I smiled before grabbing her and swinging her on top of me. Her breasts dangled in my face. Amber looked amused.'I should wake up to this more often.'
Together we shared a laugh before we made love again.
School Class Room- 5 years ago
Alyssa and I were discussing how to go about writing this essay. So far we had gotten nowhere. Alyssa resorted to calling upon everyone for help. None were much help. Finally she called across to Amber. Amber was a relative stranger to me. She had only been in several of my classes before this. I was quite indifferent to her.'Sorry Alyssa but I don't understand any of this,' Amber said all but ignoring my presence.'That's ok. Nate and I will just hand it up like this. If the teacher doesn't like it, I'll just tell him to go fuck himself.'Amber and I looked at each other awkwardly. 'Yeah, I'm sure that'll go down real well,' I remarked.Amber couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. I took joy in her amusement. She looked and me and said while still laughing.'I'm sorry, Nate is it? I'm Amber.''I know. I've been in a few of your classes before.''I'm sorry, that's horrible of me. You and I should talk more often.''I'd like that.'Someone called for Amber from across the room. She stood up to walk away.'Excuse me.'We said goodbye. When she was out of hearing distance, Alyssa saw me grinning and said.'What?''Nothing. She's nice that's all.'
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| Mike saw her in school the next day. She smiled softly and just kept walking, like nothing had happened last night. He watched her walk away overwhelmed by a feeling of jealousy when she started talking to one of her close guy friends Steve.
Why do I care so much? He thought to him self.... why should this girl be any different? But she was. Maybe before I go any further I should provide some background so we know exactly what we are dealing with here. Mike is undoubtedly one of the more popular guys in school, tall and tan and muscular girls would fall over them selves trying to get to him.
And then there is matter of the "her" in this story. Well her name is Isabella. She was new to the school only a sophomore but she wasn't shy. She was loud and outspoken and always laughing. She wasn't extremely popular though, she guessed it had to do with the fact that her hair was thick and curly and long and black while most of the other girls in school had bone straight blonde hair. She had tried that before. She used the straightener and the product until one day she started to embrace her curls. She was dark but not unnaturally so, born with an olive complexion she tanned easily. She was pretty short only about 5'5 and she wasn't the skinniest girl in school but she wasn’t fat either.
Mike decided that he'd try to shake the feeling of longing off my hanging with his friends at lunch. He headed to the school cafeteria and sat down at the table closest to the window where all his friends sat.
He had the biggest most exaggerated grin on his face.
"Hey whatcha so happy 'bout mike its a Monday?" said Tim a short stocky kid who mike had known since the third grade
"I KNOW THAT FACE!" yelled Kevin another one of mikes old friends. "YOU GOT LUCKY"
Mike just kept grinning. He hated this. But this was how he got rid of girls. This is how he stopped thinking about them. One half hour of explaining the details with all his friends would change the night from a meaningful connection to just another worthless hook up. That was exactly what he wanted.
"Stop grinning like that you idiot and tell us what happened,” said Tim in an irritated but friendly tone.
"Aw come on you guys don’t want all the gritty details,” whispered mike still smiling. He thought about the actual night and the smile started to fade. He saw all of the images he was trying to erase from his head. Her legs wrapped around his back her smooth soft skin creating friction against his, the way she bit her full bottom lip right before she'd scream his name. There was nothing gritty about it.
"HELL YA" screamed Kevin playfully punching mike in the arm. "Who is she? Do we know her? What’s her name?"
"I don’t know if you all know her,” he said quietly. All of a sudden this seemed like a bad idea, why should he share this night with them. They wouldn’t understand, everything that had happened that night had been different and strange and new. No, he told himself firmly. You have to do this. And just as quickly as it had left the sneaky smiled returned to his face. "Her name is Isabella, she’s a sophomore, a new sophomore, and she just transferred from a high school a few miles away."
Just as mike had finished giving the name Steve sat down. "Hey whatcha guys talking about?"
"Mike bagged a sophomore,” said Tim " a hot one too, you've seen her before Steve" Tim said scarfing down his food while talking " she’s the Latin hottie with the body" Tim rhymed obnoxiously high fiving Kevin as he said it.
"Yeah" sighed Kevin "man you’ve seen her, you cant miss her! Her name is uhhh Isabel?"
"Isabella?" corrected Steve but when he said it he wasn’t looking at Kevin he was looking at Mike. Steve was furious. Mike knew that Steve liked Isabella and that he was taking his time trying to get to know her. Trying not to go too fast. And what does mike do? He screws her like almost every other girl in school.
"Yeah that’s it!" yelled Kevin "and mike was just gettin' to the good part so sit down and shut up"
Mike was suddenly spurred on my Steve’s appearance. He hated the way Isabella looked at Steve. She looked at him like she trusted him. Well. Trust isn’t everything. He was going to hit Steve hard with this one. Show him the girl he was falling for wasn't who he thought she was.
"Well where do you guys want me to start?" Mike said that stupid smile plastered still on his face.
"Start from where you two met" said Steve quickly before anyone could interrupt him. He needed to know why Isabella just like tons of other girls before her had fallen victim to Mike and his sly smile.
"Fine." said mike. "Lets start from the beginning. I was walking the dog Friday afternoon in the park..You know? The one near my house?"
All the guys knew where the park was it was a perfect place to get high or bring a girl. There were so many lush trees and shade everywhere.
"Well any ways. I’m walking the dog and I see her jogging. In a sports bra and some running shorts"
The guys looked around the table and started to smile at each other. All of them except Steve.
"She’s jogging and she has her ipod on and so I guess she wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing because she was looking to the side and she ran right into me and knocked me over" Mike ignored the jerky smiles that reappeared on the guys faces and thought about the incident the way it really happened. The way he had been leering at her like he normally does with girls and he wasn’t watching were he was walking and he tripped on the foot of a park bench. She had come over to help him. That was the first time he saw her up close. Sweat was beaded on her skin but she still looked beautiful. Not like the fake plastic Barbies he saw at school. She was real and he nearly fainted we she reached out and touched his forehead. He hadn't realized it but apparently he was bleeding.
"So there she was lying on top of me because of how we fell on each other and I noticed she was bleeding, just a small cut on her arm so I invited her over to my place for you know, a Band-Aid". He flashed back to what really happened and remembered how he had shivered when he felt the soft skin of her hand caress his face then all of a sudden smack him.
"You wouldn’t have fallen on your face you jerk if you had been watching where you were going instead of watching me run" even now sitting at that stuffy table mike could see the warm smile that spread across her face when she said it. "Come on" she said to him "my house is only a block away if we hurry we might get there before you bleed to death" she whispered laughingly. He didn’t question her just followed her as she walked him to her house. It was only about 3 doors down from his.
"Yeah right" Tim said loudly waking mike from his daydream. "A Band-Aid....sure"
"No really" laughed Mike "that’s how we met, I gave her a Band-Aid"
Kevin quickly looked at the clock. There was only 20 minutes left in lunch and he didn’t feel like having this stupid chick flick-esque story told to him "just get to the good part mike no one cares about this crap"
"Fine" mike said. But instead of fast forwarding he thought in his head about where he should pick up the story again. After he had gone to her house she had bandaged him up. She offered him a drink and all of a sudden his guy senses snapped back. He was alone with a pretty girl in a big house. He forgot his injury and suddenly became very arrogant.
"So" he had said to her ignoring her question about the drink "first you make me fall in the park and then you take me to your house...are you trying to take advantage of me?" he had said with a big confident smile stuck to his face. "What’s your name cutie?"
"I can't believe you. You don’t remember me. Really you don’t?" Isabella had said with amusement fluttering through her big brown almond shaped eyes.
"Uhhh of course I remember you" Mike had begun to panic. "You are.........." he didn’t finish because he really had no idea. How could he forget someone like her he thought to himself?
"I am Isabella" she said coldly the amusement gone from her eyes. "We used to go to middle school together until I moved. I was in almost all of your electives.
Mike remembered an Isabella but this couldn’t be her. Middle school Isabella was chubby and acne ridden with braces. But the more he looked at her the more he saw it. "Oh my god. You are. But then you looked like..." he stopped because he couldn’t think of the right word "and now you look like...."
He stopped again, still searching for the right word.
"Yeah" she said softly getting some orange juice out of the fridge. " I was a bit nerdy in middle school, you know I had the biggest crush on you then but you would never look at me. Of course you were in eighth grade when I was in sixth grade but still" she giggled. It sounded like music to him when she laughed. He loved to look at her and watch her move. god damnit why couldn't he say anything?
He wanted to ask her out. He wanted to see more of her. He wanted to be around her and make her laugh and do anything she wanted to do.
"Dinner" he blurted out quickly. God he sounded like such a loser. "Dinner" he said again a little softer and he saw a smile spread across her tanned face and he was suddenly more confident " I want to go to dinner with you" he smiled at her but it was really more a smile to himself, he was glad he hadn’t lost the ability to form coherent sentences around her.
"Sounds good" she said slowly and then paused "um I sorta need a time and a place...."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." he said quickly hating how stupid he sounded. "Well I only live about 3 houses down so I would be happy to make dinner for you...Saturday night at seven?
"hmmm" she sighed happily "you’re cute and you can cook? What a delicious combo"
Mike felt his face heat up. What an effect she had on him. God she was pretty. He concentrated on her face. It was lightly tan and framed my curly wisps of hair that had fallen free from her pony tail, he moved down to her neck which was long a bare from there he saw her collar bone. It protruded slightly but not too much from her body then he inched his eyes down to her full breast. Her cleavage was fairly visible in the sports bra and his eyes lingered there for just a second before moving down to her stomach. It wasn’t rock hard but it didn’t have a lot of flab either it just looked....soft? No that wasn’t the right word. He looked down to her legs. They weren’t perfect they had some scars and cuts on them but he liked a girl that could be rough. He guessed his examination hadn’t been carried out too subtly because when he looked back up to her face he saw her blushing.
"I uh I think that um I think maybe I should uh go" he stuttered out to her. He had to go home and get food. And learn how to cook.
"So tomorrow seven at your house?" she asked
"Yup" he said getting up and leaving.
Just then he snapped back into reality at the lunch table. Some one had hit him.
"COME ON" Tim said "WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY"
Ugh mike thought to himself. He was positive now he didn’t want to do this. He loved those memories of her in his bed, watching her sleep or walk around at night when she couldn’t sleep. Fine he thought ill give them a little bit of the night but not all of it.
"Ok" mike said in a hushed tone "so we're making out in my house right? And she’s really getting into it you know? Moaning into my mouth and putting her hands all over my body"
"Yeahhhhh" said Tim "now we're getting somewhere"
"So I figure this is the right time to take her up to my room right? All the way up the stairs she cant keep her hands off me and then we get to my room and she starts to strip down in front of me like she’s giving me some kind of show"
"She always seemed a little kinky to me" said Kevin
Mike winced at how it sounded. That wasn’t how it had happened at all but he didn’t care. He just needed to get this stupid story over with.
" Anyways once she’s naked she jumps onto me and starts tearing of my clothes and the next thing I know we're both naked on my bed and she’s giving me this amazing blow job" said mike
"Come on hurry up the bell's gonna ring soon" said Tim
"Okay so once she’s done blowing me she’s all like 'come on give it to me mike I want you so bad' so we start fucking and let me tell you that little one is a screamer. She’s so loud moaning 'oh mike your so big, oh god mike' and then finally we cum at the same time and she still wants more"
"Oh she’s sounds like a freak" smiled Kevin
"Yeah so we get in the shower and we screw in there too only this time I get her from behind,” said mike in a low voice.
"Yeah?" said Tim "wow, you are one lucky son of a bitch mike"
Just then the bell rings and the guys scatter heading off to class. Only Steve and Mike take their time.
"You are such a scum bag mike, Isabella is a sweet kid and she doesn’t deserve to get fucked up by you and then just forgotten" and with that he turns around and leaves.
Mike doesn’t say anything because he knows Steve is right. He turns around and walks to history class knowing he'll be late but he just can't stop replaying her in his head....
She arrived at his house exactly at seven. He almost gasped when he saw her but then regained his cool. Her beautiful curls were let down and they hung about halfway down her arm she wore a form fitting red top and a mid thigh length white skirt. God red was her color. She looked so pretty.
Dinner went quickly and it wasn't long before they were eating dessert on the couch together. Once they had finished Isabella still had a spot of angel food cake on her lip. Taking this as the perfect queue for their first kiss mike pointed to her soft pink bottom lip.
"I think you've got some angel food cake....." and he leaned in "here let me take care of it" very gently he put he lips to hers and nibbled the cake right off her lip and then used his lips to kiss her. Softly very softly he put pressure on her lips and he took his hands and put them around her neck. He could have sworn he felt her tremble to his touch and his whole body filled with warmth. She liked him. She liked being near him. She liked being kissed by him. Very slowly he used his tongue to spread her lips apart. He entered her mouth and waited. All of a sudden to his welcomed surprise he had felt her tongue slide against his and into his mouth.
God she tasted sweet. He wanted more of her he wanted to kiss every inch of her. He pulled away from their kiss and moved his mouth on to her neck. He heard a moan escape as he bit and kissed the tender skin on her neck. So this was her spot. He continued to kiss her there and he was rewarded when he heard her breath start to quicken and she took her hands and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair.
All of a sudden she stopped. And pulled away. Her breathing was rapid and her eyes fluttered open. And she smiled. "Mike this is nice but I think you should know something"
He was barely listening to her, just watching her mouth move was too much he had too touch her again. He wanted to hear her say his name when he was kissing her. He wanted to feel her skin. He reached out with his hand and using thumb he gently traced their initials on her neck while she talked.
"Mike? Did you hear me?" she said impatiently moving his hand away from her
"huh?" he asked still mesmerized by her skin
"I’m a virgin,” she said looking down at her feet when she said it
"What? So? Wait. What?" not even realizing they were even close to having sex he was confused.
" God let me finish Mike" she said urgently looking into his eyes and then she continued " I know this seems kinda fast or maybe you'll think I’m slutty for saying this but I’ve been thinking about you for such a long time and I know how you are with girls and..."
She was stumbling with her words and he kept getting more confused, the word virgin was still ringing in his ears. He had never been with a virgin. God she was so pretty. But he quickly remembered his confusion and started to ask questions. "Fast? Slutty? How I am with girls? What are you talking about?"
"Ugh this is coming out all wrong,” she whispered more to her self than to him. She took a deep breath and started again. "Okay. Well. I’m a virgin. Not so much by choice it’s just that until this year not too many guys would look at me. I’m really ready to go all the way and then I saw you the other day and I thought wow he would be perfect. But mike I know your reputation with girls so what I’m thinking is that.." and then she started to use her index finger to trace hearts on his fore arm. "I was thinking we could be friends with you know...benefits."
For a second mike lost his train of thought. She was touching him and that was all he could think about but then her idea started to filter into his brain. She wanted to have sex with him! No commitment! No nothing. God damnit he was fucking lucky.
"So what do you think?" she asked nervously biting her bottom lip.
He loved it when she did that. Her bottom lip was a beautiful soft pale pink and so plump. He wished he could be the one biting it.
"Y-y-yeah, that sounds good,” he said stuttering.
"Okay she said smiling, hey I tell you what tomorrow we can go to the beach. Then back to your place?"
She asked
"um okay that sounds good" longing to see her in a bathing suit "I’ll pick you up at 1 is that ok?"
"Sure that sounds okay,” he said.
"Well I’m going to go, I got to take a shower and catch up on some homework..See you tomorrow!" she said skipping out the door
Mike rode up to Isabella’s house at about 12:55 the next day ready for the beach. He got out of the car and walked happily to the front door. Today was going to be great. Just before he could knock on the door it opened and some guy walked out and before the guy left he looked back into the house and yelled something that sounded like "catch ya later Bella"
Mike didn’t know the guy but already he didn’t like him. The guy completely ignored mike and walked to his red SUV and drove away. Mike walked into the already opened door and found Isabella in the kitchen pouring herself some water. He decided to say what he wanted to say now before he got too close to her and lost his nerve.
"Who was that guy Isabella?" he asked angrily.
"Who? Jordan? He just a friend." she replied innocently
"Well why was he here?"
"Well why do you care?" she snapped back.
Mike had never been with a girl who talked back to him so he was surprised. Most of the girls tried so hard to always please him but not Isabella.
"Look" he said impatiently "I just don't know if I like you having guys over here that I don't know...you know?" mike winced at the way he sounded. He didn’t mean to sound so controlling but he didn’t like seeing Isabella with other guys. Certainly not ones that had nicknames for her.
"Ok let’s get something straight,” she hissed at him "friends with benefits are just that, friends. I can hang out with other guys if I want to and you can't be mean. Just like you can hang out with other girls I don’t care. And not that I have to explain myself to you but Jordan has known me since I was 2 he is like a brother to me and we were just watching TV" she said in a defiant tone. She walked passed the counter put her water down and then moved towards him.
She put her hands on his waist and looked up and kissed up hard on the mouth. He completely forgot what he was going to say before she did that. She stopped and looked at him and whispered "look Mike I’m not the type of girl who has lots of guy friends, Jordan is about it. The friends with benefits thing is just a way for neither of us to get hurt, I mean its definitely more for you than it is for me considering I have never had a boyfriend and you have girls throwing themselves at you constantly"
"Fine" he said and he could feel a smile spread across his face. He was like putty in her hands. She was so soft and sweet and innocent, but then at the same time she wanted to be friends with benefits with him. It was such a contrast and it definitely turned him on.
"So are you going to go get ready for the beach?" he asked
"Oh I’m ready I have my suit on under this I just want to go get my bag" she said quickly. She ended their embrace and before she could get farther away he grabbed her arm playfully "come on" he said in a hushed tone "lets see that bathing suit first."
Isabella loved that mike wanted to check her out. She turned her back to him and slowly took off her oversized pj top and then the shorts she was wearing and turned around.
Mikes jaw almost dropped. She was stunning. The red bathing suit fit her perfectly and showed just the right amount of skin. He walked over to her and put a hand on each side of her hip and tilted her head up with his and he kissed her neck. He heard a quick intake of breath and new that he had hit the spot once again. Her hands found a place resting on his back while he gently nibbled at her soft delicious skin. After a few seconds she pulled away. "Come on let me get my bag or we'll never even make it to the beach” she said
So she got her bag and they left. They stayed at the beach for a good five or six hours. It was crowded but they still had fun. Mike hated the way other guys would stare at her but he guessed because of the whole friends with benefits thing he'd have to put up with it.
The car ride back to the house seemed to last for ever. All he could think about was Isabella, what she would feel like what she would sound like. He couldn’t really concentrate. Then all of a sudden he heard Isabella.
"Mike? Hey did you hear me? Could you drop me off at my place I wanna take a shower and then I’ll walk over to your place" she said
He smiled "come on Isabella I have a shower at my house too. I could make sure you’re squeaky clean"
"I’m sure you could,” she countered laughing. But I just need to drop my stuff off and change my clothes all of these have sand in them. I promise I wont take more than a half an hour"
"Fine" mike said. Clearly a little disappointed. He had waited a long time for a girl like Isabella; he could wait another 30 minutes. He dropped her off at her house and watched her saunter slowly away and into the house. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He went home and took a shower. He cleaned out his room and hid any dirty magazines he saw lying around before he knew it he heard knocking at his door.
When he answered it of course it was Isabella. She was wearing a white wife beater and some regular shorts. She looked pretty cute. The wife beater was so see through though that he saw the lacey red bra she was wearing underneath it and was immediately turned on.
"Um come in,” he said still staring at her chest. Once he regained his composure he smiled "follow me" he whispered and he led her up the stairs to his room holding her hand.
She followed him slowly and once she was in the room she sat on his bed. It was nice and soft. Mike just looked at her for a second. Admiring what he was about to have. He sat next to her and put his hand on the back of her head and started to kiss her softly on her lips. She became more comfortable and moved her hands to rest on his shoulders. Just then he started to lean her down onto the bed and she just followed his lead. She moved her legs so they were on the bed and spread them a little so he could fit a leg in between them. She loved the way he felt on top of her so strong and confident.
Mike slowly started to move from her mouth to her neck. He bit softly on her skin and he heard her moan. He couldn't help it, he smiled into her neck. God he even liked the sounds she made. He kept kissing her neck knowing that it really turned her on and he was quickly proved right when he felt her arch her back and press her body into his. He moved off of her and sat to her side and examined what he saw. Isabella lying on his bed a slight smile spread across her sun kissed face with her legs spread slightly open and her hands grasping the bed sheets.
"God I’ve wanted this ever since I saw you,” he whispered.
She merely smiled at him. He bent down to where the bottom of her shirt was and nudged it up just the slightest bit with his nose and then kissed her lightly where the shirt had moved from her skin. He continued all the way up her body until he got to the bottom of her breast. Here he paused and looked at them underneath the tank top. Gently with both hands he lifted the top over her head. He looked down at her breast rising and falling more rapidly now. He guessed the kissing had heightened her arousal. Softly with his index finger he traced the line around her bra starting from the underside then he moved up the left side of her body to the top of the strap and then very slowly down toward the breast itself. He heard her moan quietly when it reached that spot and it made him want her even more.
He undid the bra from the front clasp and watched her body spring free from it. Quickly but very softly he smothered both of her breast with feathery light kisses barley brushing his lips against her hot skin and being careful not to touch the rock hard nipples. Then suddenly he caught one in his mouth and he heard her gasp loudly. He started to suck on her left nipple while using his right hand to pinch and squeeze the other one.
Isabella was so horny she couldn’t think straight. Everything mike was doing felt so good. She took her hands and using her nails she softly drew them up his back. She heard him groan and that really turned her on. She moved her hands to his head and ran her fingers through his hair. God it was so soft. All she wanted right now was for him to fuck her senseless.
Once again mike was moving down her body with those light kisses that drove Isabella mad. He stopped here and there to suck on her beautiful olive colored skin. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember how she sounded, what she felt like, what she reacted to.
He slid his finger across the waistband of her shorts and heard a deep moan come from her. He quickly tugged the shorts down and found matching red lacy panties. Instead of rushing to them he moved off the bed and started at her ankle and kissed up her left leg very softly all the while hearing Isabella’s breath quicken. He loved the way she reacted to his teasing. He got to the point where her thigh met her panties and bit and sucked on the soft skin there. She arched her back and let a low moan out. He started to move over to her other leg and caught sight of her hot pussy in her panties. The flimsy material had a large wet spot and he quickly put his tongue on it. He felt her squeeze her thighs together around his head.
Instead of moving to the other leg he moved his mouth to the top of her panties by her hip bones and pulled them down to her knees with his teeth and then used his hands to take them off her legs. Then he saw it. Her whole pussy so wet staring him right in the face. He let out a deep groan as he bent in to slide his tongue up her slit. He just wanted to tease her, to taste her. God she tasted good.
Quickly he stood up and Isabella let out an impatient sigh of disappointment.
"Oh my god I want you so bad mike" she whispered to him in a breathy voice. She was clearly on the brink of an orgasm before he had stopped.
Feeling that he had done a good job of getting her wet mike took off his shirt. Isabella loved the way he looked shirtless. His strong shoulders and lean torso made her crazy. Then he slid off his pants and Isabella clearly saw that he was very hard. She got up on her elbows to get a better look.
Mike totally got that Isabella was checking him out and he loved it. Slowly he took off his boxers and her eyes widened. His dick was huge! Seven inches at least. Oh god she knew this would hurt and she must have made a face because mike came over to the side of the bed kneeled down and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I would never hurt you.”
She felt a little comforted by this and a little more confident too. She grabbed his cock and started to pump it in her hand. Mike was clearly surprised but he loved having her touch him. All of a sudden she bent down and started to suck on the head of his huge prick he groaned loudly which really turned Isabella on and she started to flick her tongue across the head and use her hand to pump it up and down. Then with out warning she quickly grabbed his sack and gave it a gentle tug and soon she felt pre cum on her lips she took her mouth off and gently lubed up his cock with the pre cum.
God she was good mike thought. And so beautiful. He had to keep from cumming right there.
But he knew why she was lubing him up. She wanted him. Badly. He looked at her and saw the hunger in her eyes. So he moved back to his spot between her legs. She took her long pretty legs and quickly wrapped them around his waist. He put one hand on her hip and the other under her back and gently eased him self in. god she was so fucking tight he thought.
A couple of inches in he stopped when he reached her barrier. "This might hurt a little but after I promise it will feel really great" and he smiled
She smiled too and just like that he made a deep thrust and her hymen was broken. Isabella felt a flash of pain but it was gone quickly. Now it just felt strange. But good strange. Slowly he started to pump in and out.
He loved how tight she was but he didn’t want to hurt her so he went pretty slowly. She moved her hips to his beat and they kept going like that for a few minutes. Finally she said "come on mike I want it so bad. harder!"
As if he had been expecting it mike did what he was told he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and started pounding in to her. She arched her back and the two of them pumped madly in and out of each other in increasing speed.
A strange feeling of pleasure hit Isabella at once and she knew he had to be hitting her g spot. She started to scream "oh yeah fuck yes, oh mike, oh god"
Mike was so turned on by her screaming and her extremely tight pussy he went faster gripping her ass. He watched her as she bit her bottom lip to stop her self from screaming too loud, he saw her as she gripped the bed sheets and her knuckles turned white. Oh fuck she was so hot. Mike felt the orgasm building in him too he pumped harder and sweat began to pour off both of them.
"Oh Isabella, I hmmmm" he grunted "oh god I hrmf I think argh I oh god damnit bell your so hmmrgh fucking hhhgr tight" he managed to get out
Finally Isabella couldn’t hold it any longer she started to moan and scream and her body shook with what was the most amazing feeling of pleasure she had ever had and she came right then and there.
Mike was soon after grunting and thrusting hard a few more times until he felt Isabella’s pussy clamp hard around his huge prick and he let out his load in one final yell. His hot seed filled her and he collapsed on top of her the two of them drenched in sweat.
They both laid there, breathing heavily, Mike's face resting in Isabella's cleavage. Isabella felt Mike go soft but she did't move. This had to be the best feeling in the entire world Mike thought. He had had sex with countless girls, but none like Isabella. After Mike caught some of his breath he pulled out of her and rolled off of her. The two of them stayed there motionless for a little while just listening to their own heavy breathing. Finally Mike looked over at Isabella and smiled. She was so beautiful. He pulled her over to him and she rested her head on his chest. He started talking to her. She wasn't really listening though and in a few minutes she was asleep.
But, by the time Mike had woken up Monday morning Isabella was gone. It was like a crazy dream. At least thats what he thought it was, until he saw the note she has left him near the bed.
"Thanks for the great night Mike- your friend: Isabella"
He hadn't seen her again until today. About an hour and a half ago talking to Steven.
Mike heard the bell ring. History was over already? He vaugly remembered walking into the class. He had to talk to Isabella. She couldnt leave things like this. The two of them, it was so perfect the way they connected. He wanted to talk to her. He needed to talk to her, to hear her voice and look at her skin. He needed just to be near her. Mike walked quickly out of his history class. He didn't feel like talking to the guys he didn't feel like talking to anyone, except her. Almost running Mike found himself in the westward facing half of the school, where the sophomore classes are. He clumsily made his way through the hallways crashing into other students and teachers, but he didn't care his only concern was finding Isabella. Just when he was going to give up and head to his next class he saw her.
Her head was stuffed inside her locker and she was obviously looking for something, but her luscious tan skin and brown wildly curly hair was unmistakable. It was Isabella all right. All of a sudden the final bell rung and the hallway started to empty as the students headed for their classes. Mike watched her as she became more frantic, thrashing things around in her locker. Quietly and very slowly he walked up to her until he was right next to her, so close he could smell her. Oh god she smelled good he thought, it must be her perfume. Just from being so close to her he was already forgetting his purpose of being there. He had to talk with her.
"Hey there Bell" he said softly. Casually using the un-official nickname he had established when they had made love.
Isabella surprised by the sudden sound swung her head up only to feel a sudden burst of pain when she had realized she had collided with the locker. Feeling completely embarrassed she slowly brought her head from her locker her face flushed to a bright crimson color from frustration and humiliation.
Mike quickly felt stupid for surprising her. The last thing he wanted to do was make her felt hurt or uncomfortable but now unfortunately he seemed to be doing a great job at both. He lifted his hand to the back of her head and gently massaged the spot that had hit the locker.
Isabella still had her eyes on her feet, and Mike chuckled. How someone so beautiful could be so self-conscious he would never understand. Gently he stopped rubbing her head and used his hand to lift her chin up so he could look her in the eye.
"I wonder what this says about us....,” he said laughing to himself.
"What what says?" Isabella asked confused, her head still throbbing from the pain.
"The fact that two of our encounters involve minor head injuries must say something about us Bell." he whispered still slightly laughing.
"Yeah, it says we should wear helmets and watch where we are going" replied Isabella sarcastically trying to feign an angry attitude. But she knew Mike saw right through it and she let out a small giggle.
"So what were you looking for in here?" Mike asked stepping forward closer to Isabella and her locker.
"Ummmm...." responded Isabella quickly forgetting what she was searching for five seconds ago. She inhaled deeply taking in all the different smells of Mike. Goodness he smelled nice, like clean laundry and leather and men's cologne all rolled into one. Snapping out of her trance she remembered her problem. The big five-page report that she had typed last weekend was due today and she couldn’t find it.
"Oh God" she yelped remembering the stupid paper and stuck her head back inside her locker. She had to find that paper or she would definitely fail science. This wasn't like Isabella she was and always had been an excellent student. She was in the top classes, she got some of the best grades, she was smart. But now with this whole Mike thing that had happened over the weekend she couldn't stop thinking about him, but he couldn't know that. This was supposed to be friends with benefits. She wanted him to think she had no attachment to him, that they were both free to do whatever (or whom ever) they wanted.
Isabella hastily filed papers looking for the report until she felt Mike’s hand on her shoulder. God she couldn't deal with this now, she needed to focus on something else besides him.
Mike wondered why she was trying so hard to ignore him. Did she not like him? After last night, after all of that could she really just be this distant? Gently he pried he from her locker. "What are you looking for?" he repeated, this time more sternly.
"My science report" she replied quickly noticing the sudden change in his emotion.
Gently he nudged her aside and began to rummage through her locker. "You know if you kept your locker a little more organized maybe you could find what you were looking for" he said coldly. He was almost kind of mad at her for being so aloof, he could never tell what she was really thinking and that bugged him. He searched through some papers pausing on what looked like a journal. It was small and red and closed with a heart shaped stone clasp. No lock. Very stealthily he hid the small book in the inside pocket of the old beat-up faded brown leather jacket he was wearing. He continued his search until he found a small grouping of papers hid between the pages of her science textbook. He pulled them out and turned towards Isabella. "Is this it?" he asked. Still slightly annoyed at her utter lack of emotion towards him.
Isabella saw the papers and almost melted. "Oh My God!!!!! Thank you Thank you Thank you!" she ran up and grabbed the papers and planted a huge kiss right on his lips. She was so grateful. She wished she could stay longer but she realized she was already a half hour late for class so she darted away from him and ran to the science lab. "Thanks again Mike" she yelled down the hallway "Talk to you later"
Mike was still standing in the same spot. Rooted to the ground. She had just kissed him; just that small gesture was enough to make him forget about her standoffish attitude. He decided he'd take the day off and just chill at home. It's not like I'll get work done anyways he thought to himself, so he nonchalantly made his way to the parking lot and drove home just ready to watch TV and take a long nap.
Once he got home he went to his room and took off his jacket and it tossed it to the floor. It made a curious thud when it landed and all of a sudden Mike remembered Isabella's diary. Slowly he reached out and felt the small papery book beneath the buttery leather of his jacket. He lifted it up and put it in his lap. This is wrong, he thought to himself. I shouldn't be doing this.... and besides what if there is stuff in here about me, stuff I don't want to read like how much she hates me or how much she loves that jerk Steve. Mike knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help longing for Isabella and her affection. Greedily he opened the red book to the first page.
Mike swam through the pages devouring Isabella's most secret inner thoughts about herself her love life her family all of it. It was all in this little red ordinary book. As Mike neared the end of the journal the dates on the pages became more and more recent until finally he was at last Friday's date. Where the two of them had met (or re-met actually). He loved her handwriting and the way the book smelled and the way she wrote, he loved all of it. Her recollection of Friday afternoon and Saturday evening were just as cherished as his. She wrote about the desire she had for him, the way she would secretly watch him out of the corner of her eye when he wasn't looking. The way she would get nervous and shaky inside when she talked to him, it was all right there. Proof that they belonged together. Mike became hesitant about turning the next page knowing that it would most likely be Sunday's or Monday's entry. The entry before or after they had made love. Quickly like the way you rip a band-aid from a healed wound he turned the page. "Sunday" he sighed to himself. He began to very slowly skim over the words as he read the journal entry that looked like this: "Well it's here Sunday. Jordan is coming over in a few hours, he said he needed help with some of his science homework. You know I've never really noticed it before but Jordan is pretty cute." Mike frowned at this particular tid-bit of information but kept reading anyways.
"Mike and I are going to the beach and then afterwards I suppose we are going to have crazy wild passionate lust ridden sex. Oh I'm just kidding. I’m a virgin and your first time always sucks right?
Right. But even so I can't help feeling anxious, I know I'm going to do something incredibly stupid during 'it'. Look at me, it's like I'm in the 6th grade again referring to having sex as 'it'. I feel like such a loser. I'm going to end up doing something weird like laughing during it or saying someone else's name or something. You know he kissed me for the first time last night. Yeah it was nice. Really nice. It made feel all warm inside like when I'm sick only this time I wasn't sick. His skin is so rough and strong every time I feel it against mine my own skin gets prickly and it's all I can do not to stand up and tear his cloths off. But guess that'll happen today! Hmm maybe I'll write later on if I have time or maybe tomorrow."
And that’s where Sunday ended. Mike felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and he allowed himself a slight grin. She was completely unaware of how fabulous she was. How just the sight of her skin made his body ache with want, just the smell of her hair which still remained on his pillow made his mind drift back to the night they had spent together, and the way the feel of her lips on his was enough to make him go insane. He needed her, badly.
Finally he turned the page one last time. It was dated today's date Monday. He felt his boyish uncertainty comeback with the turn of that last page. Did she like me? He thought to himself. Did she think I went to fast, too slow, too hard, too soft? Did she think I said too much or not enough?
Finally he began to read the lasted entry: "Yesterday was amazing where do I begin? The beach was fantastic. Sunny and crowded just the way I like it. On the car ride back I asked Mike to drop me off at home for a shower. I wanted to try and get ready for my first time, but how do you get ready for something like that? So I took the shower all the while thinking about Mike. I hoped he wouldn't think I was too nerdy or whatever. I wore my prettiest lingerie set with a white wife beater. It was a little whore-ish for what I normally wear but hey I figure I wear it now or never. Mike took me up to his room and everything was just like I had imagined it. He hadn't rushed me, he took his time he gave me those soft kisses all over my body like you see in those romantic movies only this time it was better because it was actually happening to me. When he got to my stomach I was trying so hard not to laugh. He was so sexy and so gentle everything was going perfectly. Sex was nothing like I thought it would be, I imagined it would hurt a lot more or feel really awkward, but it only hurt for like a second and then it just felt funny. But good funny. Mike was nice, I could tell he was trying not to hurt me. From that whole experience I think I’ve learned about 4 things. Number one: I love to have my neck bitten lightly. Number two: sex is totally a sport, because we were both really sweaty. Number 3: I get really turned on by the sounds someone makes during sex. And finally number 4: Sex feels really really really fantastic and I don’t understand why people don’t just stay home and screw 24/7. So any who when we were done he pulled out and then he pulled me close to him and we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night startled by where I was. I started to pace the room thinking...’was this what it was supposed to be like? Do we do it and I just go?'. Finally i settled back into his bed figuring I'd leave at about 5-ish so I could go on my morning jog and get ready for school. It was hard leaving him, everything was so peaceful and he was so sexy just lying there in bed, but I didn't want him to think I was clingy so I just gave him a light kiss on the lips, wrote him a note, got dressed and left. I can't stop thinking about him now. I can't concentrate on my work I keep seeing the back of his head while he kissed my neck, his fingers grasping at my sides as we rocked together in unison all of it just keeps flooding into my head. I can't let him know this, we are just friends with benefits. That's all."
And then the journal was blank. Mike laughed to himself. Isabella was hysterical. He loved the ‘4 things’ she learned. God she was so sweet. And by the looks of this journal she felt the same way he did about her. He looked outside, wow he had been reading for a while it was already dark out. With out thinking he tossed the diary on his desk and dashed over to Isabella’s. He stood outside banging on the front door until he saw some guy answer. He heard Isabella in the background..."Who is it Pablo?"
"I don't know,” yelled Pablo "some muscle-y tan kid in his pajama's"
Isabella ran to the door and Mike felt a wave of anger wash over him. There she was standing there in a tank top and some underwear, with no pants on.
"Mike!" screamed Isabella instantly hiding behind the door. She felt silly hiding. Mike had seen her naked before but this was different it was in front of family.....
"Hey Issy you know this kid?" asked Pablo sneering at Mike.
"Yeah h-h-he's my friend,” she said in the background. Finally she re-appeared at the door, this time wearing some shorts.
"Hey Pablo I've got it from here" Isabella said to the mystery guy
"Fine." Pablo said to Isabella finally he looked over at Mike and said in an overprotective tone "Hey kid you hurt my baby sister and I'll break your face."
Pablo finally turned to leave giving Isabella a small peck on her forehead.
"Sister?" Mike asked still confused. "Isabella you never told me you had a brother"
"Yeah" said Isabella "He's down from college on vacation"
Mike suddenly felt silly for being so jealous. It wasn't like Isabella to sleep with a ton of guys.
"So....." said Isabella still a little startled by Mike's surprise appearance. "I didn't see you at school the rest of the day today, were you sick?” She asked really concerned about his health.
"What? Sick? No. I just umm I couldn't concentrate that's all so I just skipped" he replied still standing outside
"Ummm maybe we should go to your house if we are going to do this, you know since my brother is here and the rest of your family is out of town..." said Isabella quietly thinking that the only reason he had come was for sex.
"My house? Okay I guess…” answered Mike kind of confused about why he just couldn't talk to her in her house but then guessing Isabella was fearful of her overprotective brother. He didn't realize the reason Isabella thought he was there. Very slowly guided by moonlight they silently made their way to Mike's house.
Mike tried the door to his house. It was locked. He looked under the mailbox, the hiding place for the other key and found it. He fumbled with the door knob and stopped cold when he felt Isabella slide her hands around his waist and slowly place hot wet kisses on the back of his neck.
She quickly realized he had stopped with the door. "Mike is there something wrong with the lock?" she asked.
Mike stood completely unaware of her words still staring at the door. He felt like he would explode. His body was hot and tingly from Isabella's touch and her kisses made his member grow and pulsate in his pants. But then his mind was warning him to tell her to stop, he had to tell her how he felt, how he couldn't stand to see her with other guys, how he wanted her to himself. The rational voice in the back of his head was quickly fading as his urges began to take control. No, he told himself calm down get inside and talk, that’s all.
Isabella stopped kissing him when he didn't answer her after what seemed like 2 minutes. She hated when he did this, just totally ignored her, but she figured it was part of the friends with benefits thing that you didn't really even have to listen to your partner yet alone respond. She wished she could tell him how she felt but Isabella had always been strong and stubborn and never liked to admit failure and that is what this feeling of caring for Mike felt like to her, failure. She quietly sighed into his ear reminding him that she was impatiently waiting for him to open the door.
Mike felt the sigh on his skin and quickly opened the door for both of them. He turned around to let Isabella in and right when he did he was greeted by a warm passionate kiss from Isabella her hands clasping behind his head and her body arching into his. His whole brain felt white hot and he closed his eyes to savor the kiss. Quietly she closed the door and all of a sudden Mike got why she was there. She didn't know he wanted to talk, she thought he had just went to her house for sex. Once she was done locking the door she turned around. My god she looked pretty in the moonlight he thought to him self. The bluish haze made her skin look like it was glowing and it made her soft brown almond shaped eyes look almost cat like. She took a step towards him and he stepped back. I am going to say what I need to say before we have sex he told himself.
Isabella was surprised at Mike's movements...maybe it was a mistake, the moonlight playing tricks on her, he really didn't just move away from her did he? She took another step towards him and watched him move back. Wow she thought to her self, its like he is repelled by me. I knew it she told her self, he hates me he's trying to tell me he never wants to see me again.
"Isabella w-w-we need to talk,” he said quickly as she was about to move towards him again. He tried to keep a distance between them so he could say what he needed to. He couldn't talk around her, her smell, her taste, her touch it was all just too intoxicating, it left him speechless and dazed.
Isabella stopped trying to walk towards him and stood still, ready to hear the 'its not you its me, lets just be friends’ spiel. Well I don't want it that way she told herself, friends with benefits goes both ways so when I want sex I get it, she thought to herself. She was angry and hurt and upset but he would never know. She never let that side of her show itself she masked her pain with detachment. She stood there and all emotion left her face. Quietly and very slowly she peeled off her shirt. He wasn't just going to end it before she got a chance to get what she wanted.
"Bell come on we need to talk" Mike said surprised by this sexy gesture. He really had to get his feelings off his chest, but there was Isabella undressing in his living room and he found it kind of hard to speak. She slid her shorts off and then took another step towards him. He jumped back and walked to the other side of the couch. If he needed a piece of furniture separating them then that was what he needed. Because right now that stupid sofa was the only thing stopping Mike from tearing off Isabella's underwear and devouring her.
Isabella finally had it. She couldn’t take it anymore. "What the fuck is up with you Mike? Am I so disgusting you can't even bear to have sex with me? Most guys would kill to have a naked girl in their house but not you eh? You jump behind a leather loveseat." she yelled at him.
Mike was surprised at the yelling. Isabella was a very emotional person but normally not with him, around him she was so distant he could hardly ever tell what she was feeling. He hated that he was making her feel unwanted but the distance was needed he couldn't trust himself around her. "Bell no! I don't think you're disgusting god no! This, this whole thing is so I can talk to you. Bell I can't talk when I am around you I can't control my self this is here for me." he said pointing feverishly to the sofa.
Isabella took another step towards the sofa and watched him step backwards. She was no longer angry just amused. This was hysterical. She couldn’t help but giggle. She found it hard to believe that Mike, who had like 3 girlfriends at one time couldn’t talk around her.
“What’s the matter Mike?” she said leaning on the sofa with both of her elbows, which caused her breast to squeeze together and make themselves seem five times bigger. “I won’t do anything bad” she said in her mock sexy voice.
Mike knew she was kidding but he still found her irresistible.
“ It’s not you Isabella” he said in an earnest voice “When I get around you it’s like I can’t think, all I want to do is touch you and kiss you and…well….”
“Screw me?” she offered laughing a little when she said it. She loved kidding around with him but tonight he seemed so serious.
"Bell please" he said pleading. "I need to talk to you".
"Fine" she said a little more solemn now. She hated being around serious people and she just wanted Mike to snap out of it.
Mike looked down at his feet, he wished he would have prepared this a little better. "Look Bell ever since Saturday when we kissed I felt something for you" he looked up and into her eyes "I thought it was nothing, you know, that you were just another girl but then on Sunday I couldn't help feeling jealous when other guys looked at you. I hated it. And last night, Bell everything about it was so amazing but when I woke up you were just gone. I tried to forget it, to forget you but I saw you today talking to Steve and it all rushed back. I can't stop thinking about you Bell, about us. I thought I would love this whole friends with benefits thing but I can't stand it and it's only been about 2 days since we have started! You have been so distant this whole time and I just need to know how you feel. How you really feel because if you want to I think we could try the whole exclusive boyfriend girlfriend thing."
Mike waited anxiously for her response and Isabella paused before she spoke. Now she realized why he had wanted her to be serious. He was really telling her what he felt, well then fine she would do the same. "Mike you know you can't be with only one girl. I've seen how you stare and flirt with women. I can't do this. Not if I am going to get hurt"
"Bell, I would never ever dream of hurting you. And all that stuff with other girls that was before you! I can't even think about other girls Bell you're in all my thoughts all the time"
Isabella looked into Mike's hazel eyes and searched for a reason not to trust him. A way that she could walk out of here without being hurt in the future. She couldn't find one. "I'd love to be your girlfriend Mike" she whispered more to herself than to him.
And with that Mike jumped over the couch and pulled her into his arms. He slid his mouth next to her ear feeling the soft flesh of her face against his. "Say it again Bell, my beautiful beautiful Isabella" he whispered against her hot skin. He was absolutely giddy with the thought of Bell being only with him, he had to hear the words again.
Gently Isabella sucked his earlobe into her mouth and she felt him groan into the side of her face. She let his ear out of her mouth and replied "Mike I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend"
She felt it when he smiled into her skin and she almost melted. Carefully Mike picked up Isabella and carried her to the couch. He smiled at her and said "We owe a lot to this couch with out it I would never have been able to tell you how I feel" he said as he climbed on top of her putting a knee on either side of her hips.
"Well I'm sure we could find someway to show it that it's helpfulness was not overlooked." she replied as she pulled him down to kiss her by the neck of his t-shirt.
He kissed her hard with excitement for their new beginning. He sat up again and she helped take off his shirt and he leaned back down to kiss her. Their lips connected and he felt her shiver against him. His head moved down to her bra and he carefully licked and bit the soft warm skin around the straps and heard her breath quicken as she began to pant. Slowly she sat up and unhooked her plain white bra and let it fall to the floor but instead of lying back down so they could continue she used her knee to nudge him off her.
"You did all the work last time now its my turn" she said in a husky voice that Mike recognized from the last time they had made love.
"Mmmm" he sighed loving the idea of having Isabella explore his body with her hands, her mouth. He stood up and Isabella followed. She knelt before him and undid the drawstring on his pajama pants and effortlessly slid them down his hips. She then took her fingernails and lightly drew them up his legs. Isabella smiled to herself as she heard him groan at this small act. She lifted her head and saw that he was definitely hard. Slowly she slid her hand along the inside of the waistband of his boxer shorts and once again Mike let out a deep groan.
Mike looked down at his lovely Isabella, her curly hair pulled off of her face in a messy bun. Carefully so not to hurt her he undid the elastic in her hair and watched it as it cascaded down her shoulders and stopped at the middle of her back. He was going to say something to her about her beautiful hair when just then he felt his boxer shorts being pulled down, his hot throbbing shaft being exposed to the cool night air. He let out a deep pleasure filled moan and looked down to see Isabella staring hungrily at his hard prick. His whole body ached for her touch and she knew that. He wanted to guide her face to his pulsating hardness and feel her hot moist mouth envelope him but he waited knowing Isabella liked to take her time exploring.
Isabella looked at the long hard member in front of her and felt the moistness grow between her legs. She had always imagined that sex would feel dirty but with Mike it was different and wonderful and exciting. Without warning she put her head at the base of his shaft and slid her tongue up the underside of it all the way to the head. She felt him bury his fingers in her thick dark brown hair and very slightly urge her head to his throbbing member. She gave the head light small kisses and then sucked it into her mouth. She felt the precum on her lips and licked it off them greedily tasting him. Isabella heard Mike groan as she twirled her tongue around the head of his prick and then gradually inch by inch started to put the whole thing into her mouth. Fighting her own gag reflex she finally had it all in. She felt Mike's grip tighten on her hair and his back arch giving her more of himself.
She slid her tongue around it once more before starting to pump his ever-growing hardness in and out of her mouth. Slowly at first she was just admiring the feeling of his soft silky skin inside her velvety mouth, then gradually going faster. She took her left hand and used it to steady herself as the pumping increased and then she placed her right hand on his sack giving it a playful tug.
Mike knew he was close to coming he could feel it mounting with each breath as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He looked down and saw Isabella sucking and pumping his shaft and that drove him even crazier. He looked up at this ceiling trying to prolong this amazing feeling growing inside of him but finally he lost all control his grip around her hair tightened and his hips began moving to the rhythm of her mouth. Her sucking combined with his thrusts was about to put Mike over the edge.
He groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. "Bell...I..ughhhhh...I'm...gonna come...hmmmm...soon" he grunted out barley having enough time to warn her. But instead of backing away like most girls did when they gave him a blowjob she gave his sack one final tug and sucked roughly on his whole shaft. He gasped at this sudden feeling of pleasure and shot out his hot sticky jism into her small awaiting mouth.
Isabella had never done this before and was a little surprised by how much he came. She swallowed it loving the hot sticky salty taste. She slid her mouth up his shaft and sucked the head trying to get every last drop she could.
Mike looked down at Isabella sucking him dry. He loosened his grip on her hair and waited for her to finish. Once she was done she leaned back her knees still on the ground and her weight on her palms. He stood there and admired the view of her round perky breast before making his way to the couch. She smiled as he collapsed onto the sofa apparently exhausted. She got up off the floor and sat next to him her head tilted onto his shoulder. "I'll give you a little break," she whispered "but I'm not done with you yet".
All Mike could do was smile. He breathed heavily still coming down from that amazing high. He lazily flopped his head onto hers and with his right hand he traced hearts on her forearm like she had done to him on their first date. "Mmm so where are we going after this?" he asked once his breathing was steady. His prick was growing increasingly hard as his eyes roamed over her warm olive skin.
"Well" Isabella said smiling to her self. "I was thinking we could try it on the dinning room table, that way when ever you're sitting there eating with your family or whatever you can think of me"
Mike laughed as he imagined himself eating dinner with his parents and his older brother at a table where he and Isabella had had sex. It would be like their own little inside joke. "Sounds like a plan" he whispered to her.
Mike got up from the couch and held out his hand. He guided Isabella over to the large wooden dinning room table his family owned. He thanked his lucky stars for finding that journal, without it he would have never had the will to tell her how he felt.
Isabella stood in front of him his back to the table and bent over to slide down her panties. She kicked them to the side and stood in front of Mike totally naked. He wanted to take her into his arms, to feel her, to rub against her, just to touch her but instead he waited. Slowly she walked towards him, closer and closer until they had to be about an inch apart. They could hear each others breathing and it was almost killing Mike, he wanted to touch her so bad but he waited for her to make the first move. Tonight was her turn. She put her hand on the side of his face and gently traced over it starting at the corner of his eye down his nose around his soft lips back down to his jaw. And even further down to his neck. The feeling was bittersweet. On one hand he loved the way she touched him so softly and carefully. On the other hand he wanted more, much more.
Isabella saw it in his face, this was torture to him. She stopped her hand at his chest and used it to push him backwards on to the table. He scooted onto the cold wooden surface Isabella followed after him. He laid down and she sat on top of him straddling him. The whole thing seemed very erotic to Mike, the could rough surface, lying on his back, his girlfriend's sweet warm body on his, spreading her hot moist sex over his stomach her back to his once again throbbing shaft. She leaned down and kissed him, her hands grasping the table on either side of his head. As she leaned down she moved her back up so that her backside was grinding up on his thick hot hardness. She kissed him hard her tongue swirling around his.
His hands were still at his sides, he was still unsure if he should touch her. As if reading his mind she ended there sweet kiss and put her mouth to his ear. "Touch me Mike, please touch me" she begged.
Mike moaned against the sexy words, god he loved the way she sounded, she had a totally different voice during sex, it was deeper and richer and definitely way sexy. He put his hands on her back and spoke to her the way she had spoken to him last night, "Oh Bell," he sighed his voice hoarse with pleasure "Oh Bell I want you so bad". And just like that she sat up her wet center off his belly and positioned her moist box over his thick hard stick. She moved her hands to his chest and eased her self onto him. It took a while to get his pulsing member all the way in but it felt so good once she was done. Mike thought about what someone would see if they walked in right now. Clothes strewn on the floor and two tan brown headed bodies wrapped up together on the dinning room table, he loved it.
His hands were still splayed across her back this time grabbing at her skin to keep him self from climaxing just then and there. She was just how he remembered her, so hot and tight. She eased her hands up to his shoulders and started to grind up and down on his shaft. She felt his grip tighten around her and she started to moan as he gyrated his hips to her movements. He steadied himself by putting his heels on the table and using his legs and his abdomen to pump himself into her. She started to relinquish control as he pumped his hips up and down going faster and faster. Just short pounding strokes at first then long strides that took him to the very outer edge of her hot sex and then he'd ram it back in making her yelp and gasp with pleasure.
He looked up at her and let out a low groan. Oh god this feels good he thought to himself, just looking at Isabella made him feel passionate about her, her back was arched, her eyes were closed her hair was crazy and exotic and curly and swayed while they pushed in and pulled out together. He looked down to her full breast that bounced as they continued to grind. Her long tan arms extended from her shoulders and stopped at his shoulders, which was where she was holding onto as they pumped in and out of each other. Her lips parted as she moaned his name and he felt himself tingle with unspeakable happiness.
She leaned her head back and moaned again as he pistioned in and out of her. She grabbed harder at his shoulders bent down and began to kiss his neck.
The warm kisses on Mike's neck surprised him. He worked faster now, harder, the wooden table creaking beneath them rubbing roughly against Mike's back. He was sure he was going to have red marks there but at this particular moment he didn't care. As his speed quickened he felt Isabella stop kissing him and start screaming his name into his neck. "OH MIKE, MIKE MIKE YES OH YES MIKE" she moaned louder than she had last night. She grabbed his shoulders incredibly hard and he felt her moistness grab around him and he groaned out her name one last time and they came together, their juices mixing and their bodies sharing this incredible moment. She fell on top of him, her face buried into his neck breathing heavily onto his hot skin. Her hands moved from his shoulders to the top of his head where she just left them there and his own hands became limp and laid on her sweat covered back. He used his neck and leaned up to kiss the top of her head. He felt so lucky. She was absolutely amazing.
It took a while before either of them could breathe regularly again and Isabella finally got off of Mike and sat down in one of the dinning room chairs and white liquid dribbled down her leg. Mike got off the table and stood totally speechless. He put out his hand for Isabella and she took it, she followed him up stairs to the bedroom and the two remained silent from exhaustion. She found a button up shirt on the floor, the one he had worn to school today and lazily put it on only buttoning two buttons.
She laid down in the bed and Mike followed but stopped before he got in. He looked down at Isabella her eyes closed, her long wild hair messy around her face, her naked bottom peeking out from behind a sheet. This was his girlfriend and he couldn’t be more content. He laid down next to her and scooped her up into his arms. "You better be here when I wake up" he whispered half playful and half serious.
"Mmmm" she sighed, "I'm not going anywhere Mike" she whispered sleepily.
Mike smiled to himself and closed his eyes but just before he did he saw her diary on his desk. "Thank you" he whispered to it. And they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Isabella woke up to a gnawing feeling in her stomach. She glanced over to Mike's nightstand and saw that it was already 7:15 and school started at 8:00. Her mind started reeling and all of a sudden she felt panicky. What about last night? She thought to her self. Is he really my boyfriend? Will I get to school in time? Should I go home and find clothes to wear to school? Will Pablo be mad? Is he worried? Why am I so fucking hungry?
Isabella turned over on her other side to look at mike, sleeping peacefully his hand placed sweetly and protectively on her hip. She sighed, forgetting all of her worries, she could call Pablo later and as for clothes she could just wear one of Mike's big sweaters and the pair of shorts she had on last night. But she was still hungry. Quietly so not to wake up Mike she gradually started to inch away from him to see if she could go down stairs to get something to eat. As she got to the edge of the bed she felt his grip around her waist tighten and he groggily opened his eyes.
"Hey Bell come on I thought we talked about this, you don't have to leave" Mike whispered to her. He looked over at his clock. It was 7:18, she couldn't be leaving for her morning jog, she wouldn't have enough time to run and then get ready for school. So why is she going? He thought to himself.
"Oh hey" she whispered smiling "Sorry I woke you up, no I wasn't leaving I just wanted to get something to eat" she said pointing to his bedroom door that lead to the stairs, that lead to the kitchen.
"Ohhhhhh" Mike sighed smiling still half asleep. "Okay well why don't you go and treat yourself to anything that is in the fridge, I'll meet you down there in a few minutes I just want to get some more sleep" Mike dreamily pictured himself eating breakfast with Isabella and his heart swelled with happiness.
Isabella nodded and got up, as she was leaving she picked up the ipod she saw on his floor and placed the small white headphones in her ears. She loved listening to music in the morning and besides she didn't really know too much about Mike so she decided she would start with his musical interests. Isabella found a song she liked and deftly made her way down the stairs, she was always clumsy but this particular attribute seemed to magnify itself in the morning. She closed her eyes and swayed her hips to the loud pounding rhythm and turned the volume up. She made her way over to the fridge, her eyes still closed her body still dancing to the beat. She opened her eyes to the expansive refrigerator and found some left over fruit salad. As she turned around with the fruit salad she screamed.
There sitting at the island in the center of the kitchen was Steve, Tim, Kevin and few of Mike's other friends that she didn't know. She obviously hadn't heard them because the ipod was turned up very loudly and she guessed that she had been to busy dancing to turn around and check if anyone was in the kitchen. Once the shock of seeing so many people she didn't realize were there wore off she realized they were all smirking at her in an odd way, not really staring at her face. She looked down and gasped, Isabella had totally forgotten that she wasn't in her pajama's instead she stood in front of all those guys wearing Mike's button down t-shirt that did a very poor job of covering her full firm breast and even worse job at covering all of the rest of her most intimate parts. Without thinking she dropped the fruit salad and ran out of the kitchen.
Meanwhile upstairs Mike had heard Isabella scream, he sprang from his bed and found a pair of boxers lying on the floor he hurriedly put them on and began running down the stairs two at a time, just as he was coming down Isabella appeared running up and the two of them hit each other with full force. Mike grabbed onto Isabella and they both tumbled down the stairs and landed on the carpet edging right in front of the kitchen.
Mike still worried about Isabella started asking questions "Are you okay? What's wrong? Why did you scream? Isabella???” She wasn't answering him and she had a really confused look on her face but then Mike laughed as he figured out why. Quickly he removed the headphones from her ears. "Isabella what is wrong? Why did you scream? Are you okay?" he asked again.
Isabella was still speechless, shocked and embarrassed all she could do was point to the kitchen. Mike looked to the right where her finger was pointing and saw about seven of his friends starring open mouthed at him and Isabella entangled on the floor.
Mike quickly got off of Isabella. Now he understood. He helped her up and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you go upstairs and change and then meet me down here". He didn't really like the idea that all of his friends just saw Isabella half naked but he'd talk to them soon.
Isabella just nodded and ran up the stairs. Mike took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Everyone was silent. He bent down and picked up the dropped fruit salad then opened the fridge got him self some water and turned around to face the guys, who still had some pretty surprised looks on their faces. Finally Tim spoke up and said the one thing that was on all of their minds. "What the fuck was that?" he said smiling.
"I don't know or care what the hell it was, that was one hot chick and I wouldn't mind seeing her down here in that cute little ensemble again" said on of Mike's more recent high school friends Justin.
Mike sighed. These guys are such pricks he thought to himself. "Don't talk like that about my girlfriend,” he said playfully in a macho voice.
"Girlfriend eh?" snorted Kevin. "Yeah right, the longest you've been with a girl is a week, you're not the commitment type I wasn't born yesterday"
Mike took another sip of his water. "Yup" he sighed again. "That hot little thing you just saw walk in here is my girlfriend". He smiled, god it felt good bragging about Isabella, she was his all his and he didn't care what these jerks thought.
"Well I don't believe it,” said Steve.
Mike just looked at Steve, he wasn't jealous anymore now that he knew how Isabella really felt. Mike ignored him. "So what the hell are you guys doing here?"
"Well we were on our way to school and Tim's car ran out of gas and since your house is so close by we just walked over, we knocked on the door for like 15 minutes but no one answered so Steve used the key in your mailbox and we were gonna wait here until you woke up and just ride with you to school" Kevin explained.
Up stairs Isabella was changing, on Mike's dresser she found her clothes from last night stacked and folded, she guessed Mike must have gotten them while she was sleeping. She put them on and grabbed a big sweater to wear since tank tops weren’t aloud at school. Those guys must think I'm a slut, she thought to her self still blushing. Quickly she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Hey guys,” she said cheerfully as though nothing had ever happened. She was determined to pretend that they didn't just see her half exposed body.
"Nice to see you Isabella" said Kevin playing along with the awkward small chat vibe.
"Although not as nice as when we saw you before" said Justin nudging Tim in the ribs obnoxiously.
"Shut up you loser,” Mike hissed at Justin.
"Look" said Isabella feeling the tension in the room "I know you guys just saw more of me than I would have liked, and I know you can probably guess why I am here this morning and why I was dressed in what I was dressed in so just suck it up and forget about it " she said forcefully.
Changing the subject Tim chuckled "So Isabella we hear Mike finally settled down and got him self a gen-u-ine girlfriend" he said with a tacky fake southern drawl.
Isabella giggled at Tim's stupid sense of humor and said "Yeah I guess he did"
"Well he couldn't have picked a finer gal,” Tim continued picking up her hand and kissing it.
"Okay okay" said Mike shoving Tim's face away from Isabella. Mike was irritated at his annoying friends for not leaving him and Isabella alone.
"Do you all want some breakfast? I could make something, we might be late for school though,” she said glancing at the clock realizing it was already 8:30.
"Ooooohhh she can cook too Mike? Well. You've got yourself a keeper,” said Kevin winking at Mike.
Isabella smiled to herself. She loved getting all this attention from all these different guys, she definitely wasn't used to it.
"I could definitely go for a home cooked meal. How bout it guys?" said Steve, amused at the fact that Mike was obviously hating this.
"MmmmHmmm" growled Justin secretly imagining what Isabella looked like naked.
Mike was quickly catching onto the fact that the majority of the guys here were eyeing his girlfriend like some kind of piece of meat. "Okay guys this isn't gonna fly, I have to get ready for school and then I have to drive Isabella and I there so you all need to leave, there wont me enough room in the car for all of us" he said loudly quickly waking most of them from indecent day dreams.
"Okay fine if that's the way it is then that’s the way it is," said Tim in a playfully offended voice "come on guys lets get outta here". He got up from his stool and walked over to Isabella he hugged her.
"Hey what do you think you're doing Rodriguez? Mike asked harshly using Tim's last name.
"Well I figure since Isabella is dating you and you are like my brother doesn't that make her almost like my sister? I'm just showing some love for my sibling,” he said innocently. Then he grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek "Welcome to the family gorgeous" he said smiling.
And before Mike could stop them all the guys were filing past Isabella in a line giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Isabella just giggled and waved goodbye when they left and then closed the door behind them. "Gosh your friends are nice" Isabella said to Mike.
"Naw, they're a buncha jerks" Mike said self-consciously.
"Well they’re your friends don't you like them?" Isabella asked smiling
"Hmmm" he said walking up to her and putting his long lean arms around her waist "Sure they're okay but I have to admit there is some one I like more than those guys" he whispered smiling back at her
"Mmmm" she sighed "Oh really and who might this person be?" Isabella asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh" he paused to kiss her neck "She's this really neat little Puerto Rican chick" he said still pausing here and there between his words to bite and suckle on her irresistible skin.
"Well she sounds very nice" Isabella said absent mindedly as Mike kissed her neck.
"Oh yeah, she's the best, you see she has this wild crazy curly brown hair, and these big dark brown eyes and she doesn't seem like the type of person who would have freckles but you can find little ones all over her body if you look in the right spots. Actually, she has seven of them" he said sweetly his head resting on her shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" said Isabella "And how do you know exactly how many freckles she has?"
"Oh well that's easy" said Mike "See when I can't sleep I like to watch her sleep, and that's how I have counted all of her freckles." he explained very innocently like a child giving an oral report.
"Yeah?" asked Isabella as she drew her hands up and down his neck. She thought it was so sweet that he would watch her sleep. It made her feel a little self-conscious though...."so where are these freckles?" she inquired.
"Well I'm glad you asked. You see she has one right here by her collar bone at the base of her neck," and with that he leaned down and kissed the small freckle. "And then she has another right behind her left ear" he whispered as he moved his head and placed a small wet kiss on tan skin behind her small earlobe. "And I know she has one on her right shoulder" he said while he unzipped his sweater she was wearing and let it fall to the floor, he found the freckle and gave it a feather light brush of his lips. "Hmmm how many is that so far?" he coyly asked Isabella.
Isabella's voice seemed caught in her throat. She couldn't think straight her whole body was sending her forty million messages, finally she responded. "Umm I think that was three,” she said, her voice cracking.
Mike chuckled, he loved to tease her. "Mmmm okay onto number four, well I’m pretty sure she has one on her stomach..." he said, his voice trailing off as he gently lifted her tank top and examined her flat soft tummy. "Ah there it is," kneeling on the ground before her to kiss a freckle that was right above her navel.
Isabella gasped a little loving how this whole thing was feeling. Gently she began to rub her hands through Mike's hair.
"Number five,” said Mike quietly "Good ol' number five,” he whispered smiling up at Isabella.
"Do you know where number five is?” he asked her wide eyed.
No, she shook her head, still left unable to speak.
"Oh well I guess I'll have to show you" he said cheerfully. Very lightly he let go of her shirt and began to roll up the right leg of her shorts as far as it would go, and very slowly he placed his head between her legs and Isabella felt another light wet kiss on the very upper part of her inner thigh. She let out a small moan and shivered a little.
"Yes I know," Mike, said to her smiling at her reaction "that's my favorite freckle too."
Mike unrolled her shorts back to their normal place and bent down her left leg. "Now number six, this one is tricky, it’s hard to see because it's not on the front of the leg,” he explained to her. Isabella wasn't listening though, her whole body was incredibly hot and all she wanted to do was to grab Mike and make love to him again.
"There it is, right behind your knee,” he said right before he gave it another signature kiss.
"Finally last but not least number seven, which my dear happens to be right on your ankle" and with that he bent all the way down and planted one last kiss on the small brown freckle on her right ankle.
Then slowly he stood up to find a very happy looking Isabella.
Mike knew when he saw Isabella's dreamy face that he had succeeded in making her forget all about his immature friends. Mike snuck a quick peek at the clock it was already 7:45, he knew it would take him longer than 15 minutes to get ready and drive to school and he really didn't need another tardy on his records at this point. He cleared his throat and said "Uhh Isabella I think if we don't hurry up we will be late for school so I'll go upstairs and get dressed and you can eat whatever you want" he explained pointing to the fridge.
Isabella looked in the fridge and grabbed some strawberries. "Do you mind if I eat these in your room, I hate being by myself" she lied. She loved being by herself, she just loved being with Mike more.
Mike smiled "Of course, I would never dream of making you eat alone" So up the stairs the two of them went to Mike's bedroom. Isabella plopped onto Mike's bed and sat like a little girl Indian style with the pint of strawberries in her lap. Mike tried to ignore her, knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate and get ready if he didn't stop starring at her so he walked over to his bureau and opened the top drawer and quickly picked out a plain white wife beater, out of the corner of his eye he saw her pick up a huge strawberry from the container. He could have swore he watched her slowly lift the strawberry to her mouth and glide it tantalizingly over her full pink bottom lip making it turn a cute pale red color. Distracted he dropped his tank top and turned to the side to stare at her full on. Her eyes were busy reading a copy of an old skater magazine so he guessed she didn't know that he was staring.
But she did. Isabella knew exactly what she was doing. She was paying Mike back for teasing her in the kitchen and then just walking away like it was nothing. She opened her mouth her eyes still on the magazine and slid the tip of the strawberry into her mouth and started to lick and taste the strawberry. Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing. God damnit I'll be in trouble if she eats all of her food like this he thought to himself as he felt his member grow increasingly hard in his pants. This morning was tough, being that close to her, kissing her skin so lightly not being able to take her like he really wanted to because of time constraints. He watched her almost hypnotized as she slowly slid the whole thing into her mouth. Thank god he said to himself thinking that once the whole strawberry was in there she would just eat it but instead he watched surprised as she slid the dark red fruit out of her mouth again. Now he got it, now he understood that this was all a show.
"Isabella Melhado!" he said loudly causing her to look up from the magazine he knew she wasn't reading.
"Yes?" she said sweetly like she was completely unaware that what she was doing had any effect on him.
"Isabella" he said, as a smile crept to his face "You wouldn't happen to be playing games with me would you?"
"Me?" she asked politely
"Yes, you Miss Melhado" he replied walking closer to the bed with each word
"Oh, I wasn't doing anything wrong I was just eating this sweet little strawberry" she explained holding up the ruby colored snack
"Miss Melhado" he said as he climbed onto the bed "You have sucked that piece of fruit and you have licked that piece of fruit and by the looks of it you may have even nibbled at that piece of fruit but you my dear friend have not eaten that piece of fruit" he said laughing.
"So?" she asked smiling too.
"So, I have come to the conclusion Miss Isabella Melhado that you!" he pointed a finger at her "are teasing me"
"Yeah?" she asked her smile growing wider by the second "So what are you going to do about it?" she said as she put the strawberry back into her mouth and finally bit into it, feeling the juice dribble out of her mouth she quickly licked her lips catching the liquid before it fell further.
Mike groaned and wished there was some way he could like her a little bit less. Just a little, just so he would be able to have some kind of control over himself but he knew this was all wasteful wishing, Isabella had the ability to make him forget everything that had once seemed important to him.
"I think you know what I'm going to do,” he said quietly grabbing the strawberries and moving them off of the bed.
"No. I don't think I do, maybe you should tell me,” she said giggling and leaning back onto the headboard.
"I'm going to..." he looked at her and in the corner of his eye he saw the clock, 7:50. "Get ready for school!" he said as he began to move off of the bed. Just then he felt Isabella grab his arm and with force he didn't know she had pulled him back onto the bed. Having one foot already on the floor he lost his balance and fell onto the bed on his back.
"No, see I don't think it's going to work like that" Isabella said as she crawled on all fours over to Mike. She placed a leg on each side of him and sat on his stomach just as she had done last night. "Now, I know our school and they won't mind if we're ten minutes late, especially if we have your parents give them a nice phone call explaining the 'car trouble' we had on the way over so if you could just calm down and relax a little" she said as she started to use her index finger to trace swirly loops all over his chest "then this would go a lot faster" Isabella was surprised by how forceful and calm she sounded especially when everything inside her was going crazy and limp just from being so close to Mike.
"Oh fuck it,” he said leaning up and smiling "how can I fight with that logic?". He kissed her hard from all the pent up frustration he had been feeling all morning, frustration with his friends, with school, and especially with her. She kissed him back prodding her tongue into his mouth and scooting back off of him and leaning her back onto the bed, she had decided last night that as much fun as it was being on top she seemed to like it more when Mike took control. Reading her mind Mike leaned into her pushing her faster down into the bed. This wasn't like the other times they had had sex, this wasn't Mike admiring Isabella's beauty or Isabella admiring Mike's handsome features, this was faster more passionate.
Now it was Mike straddling Isabella, he started furiously kissing her mouth then began quickly traveling downward hastily pulling up her tank top and unfastening her bra he moved down throwing quick sloppy kisses here and there just to get a taste of her. He grabbed a hold of what he was searching for and quickly yanked Isabella's shorts and panties off in just a sweep of his arm.
He didn't even stop to look at her face as he climbed back on top of her to straddle her again. He bent down fast and gave her another hard kiss and he instantly felt her clawing at his boxers trying to get them off. In spite of the heat and the intensity of the moment he chuckled as she struggled with his boxers realizing they both only wanted the same thing, each other. Finally Isabella had worked the boxers down to his thighs and his shaft sprang out. She moaned feeling its hardness against her soft skin. Mike feeling his pulsing member being released moved down and kneeled between Isabella's legs he wasted no time positioning himself, he was tired of the teasing of the being so close to having it all but not getting it. He savagely grabbed hold of Isabella's hips and felt it as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his wrist and with one wild hard thrust he forced himself in. He let out a low guttural groan as he felt Isabella's hotness surround him like some sort of wonderfully soft blanket. And like clock work the two of them began grinding in and out of each other, Isabella meeting almost every one of Mike's thrusts with her own.
"ISABELLA OH ISABELLA" Mike yelled as he pumped into her. His fingers tightened around her hips and he began to work faster, he started to loose track of what he was feeling and hearing and seeing, he had never felt like this before, so purely animalistic with only one thing on his mind. He thought he could hear Isabella moaning but it seemed so far into the distance like he was in his own little world. He felt his muscles tensing and he closed his eyes squeezing them as hard as he could. He felt her wrap her legs tightly around his back forcing him farther into her. Isabella yelled incoherent phrases as her climax neared she dug her fingernails into Mike and finally she felt her body tense and shake with unbelievable force. She screamed and her voice seemed to be almost an octave higher, her toes curled and her hips bucked and everything seemed to be exploding behind her eyes.
Mike felt Isabella's wonderful moistness grab at his shaft and he knew she had hit her point, he thrust a few more times before finally releasing him self with a loud groaning of Isabella's name. He came for what seemed like the longest time continuing his thrusts but eventually slowing down and stopping, he pulled himself out of Isabella and rolled over onto his back next to her.
"Oh my god I've never come so hard before" he whispered still shocked at their amazing performance.
"Yeah, me neither but," she said popping up still panting, "Now it's time to go to school". She swatted him on the wrist and he caught her hand.
"Mmmm and what if I don't want to go to school?" he asked kissing her wrist
"Come on Mike, I have a really big test today fourth period, I can't be too late" she giggled
"Okay okay okay, but I'm getting ready in the bathroom because you," he nibbled on her wrist one last time before letting it go "distract me too much"
"Fine" she said smiling.
She watched as he walked off to the bathroom that was in his room and closed the door behind him. She laid back into the bed and decided she'd wait for the bathroom, as she leaned down she glanced at Mike's desk and something caught her eye. No it can't be she told her self. She got up and walked closer to his desk and gasped. Yes there sitting open on Mike's desk was her journal.
Thinking back to yesterday she remembered him looking in her locker. Then she remembered searching for her journal and not being able to find it, she chalked it up to her own messiness but really it was here all along. She felt her face heating up as she thought about all the personal things she had written in there and her blood began to boil. How dare he she thought to herself. How dare he go through my things, my personal private things and then not even tell me about it, how can I trust someone like this? How could I ever be with someone like this? Angrily she snatched up the journal and stormed off to the bathroom, with out knocking she tore open the door to find Mike washing his hands.
"Hmmm has someone come back for more?" he asked not noticing the fierce look she had on her face because he was looking down as he washed his hands.
"What the fuck is this Michael?" she asked as she flung the book at him.
Mike was still looking at his hands but he felt something hit his side hard, he yelped in pain and looked down at the ground and saw Isabella's red journal, then he looked up at Isabella, the look on her face was enough to kill him she looked angry and pissed off but that didn't really hurt him, what tortured him was the fact that in her eyes he could see that she was hurt. He had betrayed her, lied to her.
Tears began to well up into her eyes but she was determined not let them fall. "You are just like every other guy I know Mike, your a liar, and you know what the worst part is? You not only stole my journal, read it, and kept it secret but you exploited my feelings. How am I supposed to know that everything you said last night wasn't a lie? Something you just felt like saying just so it would make me feel better because of what you read in my journal? God damnit Mike why did you have to ruin this?" she walked quickly out of the bathroom and Mike followed her.
"Isabella no! It's not like that! I just wanted to learn more about you! I was mad and confused and...."
Mike tried to reason with her but all he could do was watch as she quickly put on her clothes and began to run out of the room he followed her down the stairs and when she was heading out the door he was about to follow her there too until he realized he was still naked.
Right before she left she turned around and a single tear feel down her right cheek, she looked him straight in the eye and said through gritted teeth "I never EVER want to see or hear from you again you understand Mike?" and with that she slammed the door and left.
Mike sat un-attentive in his math class listening to his boring 60-something-year old teacher drone on about some mind numbing equation he had on the dry erase board behind him. It was Monday, oh god how I hate Monday’s he thought to himself. This Monday seemed particularly painful and Mike knew why, it had been nearly a week since he had seen or spoken Isabella. He had arrived at school on Tuesday, late as usual, but once he had gotten there all he could do was think abut finding Isabella and talking to her, maybe try to explain to her the reason for his theft of her journal, but she was no where to be found. He had looked in the sophomore hallways and by the courtyard where most of the lower classmen have lunch but he still couldn't find her. Finally he gave up coming to rest with the theory that out of anger or frustration or sadness that she had just skipped school and stayed home, which was completely unlike her in every way.
Then it was Wednesday and she wasn't there and then Thursday she was gone too. Mike became worried and thought many times about making a trip to her house but every time he had gotten the courage to walk over there he'd see Pablo, Isabella's massive brother mowing the lawn or hanging out on the front porch and Mike would just keep walking. By the time Friday came Mike was asking around at school about her, if people had heard anything, if they knew where she went. At lunch Kevin and Mike were discussing Isabella's strange disappearance when Steve almost magically appeared in the middle of the conversation.
"You don't know where your own girlfriend is? Isn't that sort of pathetic?" Steve sneered at Mike.
Mike tired and worried didn't care about coming up with witty remark to silence Steve, at this point he only wanted to know about Isabella. His Isabella, the single person that had completely turned his world upside down.
"Why? Do you know where she is?" Mike asked half-heartedly, knowing it was a very slim chance that Steve would have any idea about Isabella's whereabouts.
"Actually I do" said Steve smirking.
"What?!" yelled Mike snapping out of the dream like haze that had consumed him for the last couple of days. "Where is she? Is she okay? How the fuck do you know where the hell she is?" Mike asked getting angrier by the second realizing that Steve at the moment knew more about Isabella than he did.
"Whoa one question at a time. She's in Puerto Rico with her parents visiting family, she's perfectly fine and she'll be back next Monday afternoon, and I know where she is because she called me and told me. Actually she calls me like once a day now and e-mails me some of her vacation pictures, you wanna see 'em?" Steve replied still smiling, he knew something had happened between him and Isabella but he didn't know exactly what, but seeing Mike distraught like this was quite amusing. Mike had definitely had his fair share of girls and now because of his stupidity one had slipped away, and it turned out to be the only one Mike really cared about. Steve figured it was just karma kicking him in the ass for the countless other girls that he had used and then just forgotten like they were disposable or something.
"She calls you? What pictures? What’s the phone number?" Mike asked still confused but feeling slightly better knowing Isabella was okay.
"Yeah she calls me, you know just to chat or whatever. And the pictures she actually sent to my phone so if you want to see them now I could show 'em to you, and about the phone number...I can't." said Steve with a sympathy that was so obviously fake.
"What do you mean you can't?" asked Mike stepping closer to Steve letting him know that this wasn't a game he was going to play. He towered 3 inches above 5'6 Steve and looked plenty angry at the moment.
Steve wasn't afraid though, he knew Mike's soft spot was Isabella and that alone gave him enough strength to respond with "It means she told me I can't give you the phone number, she was very clear about it, it seems to me like she wants nothing to do with you"
Mike felt as though he had just been punched in the gut. He knew Isabella was mad but he figured that the feelings they had for each other would trump any fight the two of them had, but now here she was proving him wrong, talking with Steve and ignoring him. Mike thought of Isabella, she wasn't mean or vindictive maybe Steve wasn't being totally honest.
"You're lying" Mike said softly to Steve
"Am I?" Steve asked as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He opened his pictures and handed the phone to Mike.
Mike scrolled through the pictures, Isabella at the beach in a nice looking pale green swimsuit, Isabella with an older woman in a garden wearing a tank top and some short denim shorts, Isabella in a little shack surrounded by puppies. As Mike went through them Steve stood beside him narrating each picture.
"Oh that's her at the beach with her mom, that's her and her grandmother in her grandma's garden, that's her with her friends litter of new puppies..."
And finally Mike came to the last picture was of Isabella surrounded by the puppies but this time sitting next to her was a tall lanky dark skinned guy with messy black hair and a toothy grin. If Mike hadn't known better he would have thought this was a billboard advertisement for the Caribbean. The two of them were the same dark tan color and they looked like the perfect couple sitting in a sand filled shack wearing tropical colored bathing suits, it was almost sickening.
"and that is Carlos, owner of the puppies and Isabella's old family friend." finished Steve noticing the jealousy stricken look on Mikes face.
"Oh but don't worry they aren't dating" Steve continued "believe me, I asked, apparently Carlos is gay, but man if anyone could turn a gay man straight it'd have to be Isabella eh? Am I right?" snickered Steve nudging Mike in the side like it was some sort of hysterical joke.
Mike was still speechless but Steve continued on about how hot Isabella was commenting here and there on her features. Mike new that talking with her would be the only way to settle things and all though he hated the idea he knew he'd have plead with Steve for her number.
"Steve I really have to talk to her, please man, I just want the phone number" Mike said quietly cutting of Steve mid-sentence.
For once Steve looked at Mike seriously. He saw the dark circles under his eyes, his normally perfectly ruffled hair looked just plain messy and his whole body looked slouched and exhausted.
"Fine" replied Steve feeling sort of bad for Mike and sort of bad for Isabella too. He hadn't told Mike but most of the times Isabella would call him she'd be sad and crying or there was even that one call when he could have sworn that Isabella was drunk. He found a slip of paper in his pocket and wrote out the number.
Over the following weekend Mike had called the number countless times and had left dozens of messages but never got to actually talk to Isabella. So finally here he was in his last class of the day waiting anxiously for the bell could ring so he could go and see if Isabella was home. He was no longer afraid of Pablo, any pain that that giant could inflict upon him could be no worse than the pain he was feeling now.
Finally class was over and he quickly made his way to his car. He drove to Isabella's house rather fast disregarding stop signs and the speed limit. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon when he got to the house. He ran up to the porch and rang the doorbell several times until finally someone opened the door.
It was Isabella. Her skin looked even darker than usual and she was clothed in a simple sundress that she must have gotten from Puerto Rico. Her face however did not match that of a person who had just come back from an island vacation. She looked dazed and tired, her eyes were bloodshot and her arms were folded unhappily across her chest.
Even with the angry and obviously unhappy appearance Mike couldn't help but lust after her. Oh how he had missed seeing her, not talking with her or even being with her but just merely looking at her. He had spent many nights last week in his bed thinking about her, about the blissful hours they had spent together in each other’s arms.
"Bell" he said softly to her, hoping that she would respond, but her eyes remind cold and so did her posture.
"My name is Isabella not Bell" she said looking at the ground loosening her arms so that they hung idly by her sides. Isabella was tired. She was tired from travel and from being with her family and from running around Puerto Rico but most of all she was tired of Mike. Hasn't he hurt me enough? She thought to her self. Seeing him and hearing him was torture to her. Didn't he understand? Of course she wanted him, but he needed to know that she wasn't someone that he could walk all over and lie to. Isabella could take a lot of things from a lot of people but lying was not one of them.
"Isabella please" he pleaded reaching out to touch her but she backed away. "Isabella, didn't you get any of my messages? Please listen to them I tried to explain things to you"
That made Isabella even angrier. Had she heard the messages? Of course she had heard the messages. All 19 of them. All explaining how he was only trying to "get to know her" and it was only because she was so "distant all of the time".
"Mike, a lot of people are distant okay? You know how you break that 'distance'? You get to know that person. You don't go through their stuff! I mean the 'distance' didn't seem to bother you the first night we had sex or on our first date, really if you think about it the only time the 'distance' bothered you was when I wasn't hooking up with you!" Isabella yelled.
"Isabella I just wanted to get to know you better!" Mike countered earnestly, fearing that the conversation was quickly taking a turn for the worst.
"Then why didn't you just talk to me?" she yelled again
Mike could see some of their nosey neighbors peeking through the blinds as he and Isabella argued with each other out side.
"Look is there some place inside that we can discuss this?"
Isabella still flustered from yelling sighed.
"Fine you can come in, my parents are at Pablo's football game upstate so make it quick I'm not aloud to have guys in the house when they are gone" she said.
Mike knew that if he had come when everything was okay between them she would have quickly forgotten her parent’s rule and not have said a world about it. But not anymore, he told himself
He quickly made his way into the house and surveyed the area around him. A nice big living room, a TV was on somewhere in the house, he guessed it must have been Isabella's room. On the coffee table was an open half empty bottle of vodka next to an old teen people issue. On the floor was a comforter and a carton of cigarettes by the couch.
Mike stood in front of Isabella and tried to explain himself the best he could.
"Isabella, I realize what I did was wrong, it was just that everything was moving so fast and I had never felt that way about anyone before and it scared me. I just wanted to know more about you and when I found that journal it was like an easy and quick way to learn everything I wanted to know--"
And that's when he saw it, across the room there was a bedroom with a TV on, and in the very corner of the room was a foot hanging off a bed. And then he started to put the pieces together. Isabella didn't smoke or drink and she sure as hell didn't spend her afternoons inside watching TV. He looked her over more closely, she wasn't wearing a bra and her hair was down but it was damp by hair face like it would be if she were sweaty. Her lips were full and swollen and what was all over her neck and shoulders? Bite marks?
"What the hell?" he said quietly to himself. "Isabella?" he asked silently wishing that what was so obviously the case wasn't true.
Isabella was looking down at her feet again, a bad habit but a habit none the less. She guessed Mike had figured out that she wasn't alone in the house. It wasn't really anything she had planned everything had just happened so quickly. Right after school she had called Steven crying once again about Mike and how she felt so alone.
Steven appeared almost within minutes with a bottle of liquor and a package of cigarettes and all though Isabella rarely if ever drank lately she had been getting more and more used to it. The vodka warmed her stomach and made her forget about the terrible sadness that she had carried with her since last Tuesday. She and Steve sat in silence taking turns drinking from the bottle until she began to feel light headed and rested her head on his shoulder, pretending it was last week and instead of Steve she was with Mike.
Steve mistook this gesture for a come-on and planted a gentle kiss on Isabella's forehead. Between the alcohol and Isabella's longing for Mike she felt her good judgment slip away as she slowly slid her hand down Steve's chest. As soon as Steve realized what was going on he tilted her face and kissed her on the mouth with incredible urgency. Isabella’s rationality seemed to give as she closed her eyes and really started to believe she was with Mike again. She stood up and Steve followed, the two of them still locked in heated passionate kiss, Isabella let her hands roam over Steven's back while Steve's hands did the same, only his stopped to cup Isabella's firm backside.
Isabella gasped and bit her bottom lip, knowing that what she was doing was wrong. She stumbled backwards still entwined in Steven's arms, the two clumsily made their way to Isabella's bedroom with Steve never stopping to look up or see where he was going, he was far too preoccupied with the delicious display of tan skin he had in front of him. He wildly kissed her throat and shoulders stopping only to bite tenderly at her soft warm body. Isabella on the other hand was wrapped up in her own daydream wishing that this wasn't some drinking induced hook-up with a friend but rather something meaningful she could share with Mike.
Once in the bedroom the two of them stopped short of Isabella’s bed. Isabella tugged at the hem of Steven's shirt signaling to him that she wanted to take it off. Steven reluctantly stopped his wonderful tasting of Isabella's skin just long enough for her to tare off his pale grey t-shirt and send it fluttering to the ground. The two embraced again, this time with more power, more want. They panted and moaned into each other's mouths like it was the first time either of them had experienced such ecstasy.
Steven wanted to feel Isabella's skin against his he wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. Let her know that there are good guys in this world guys that will help her and wont push her around. He slipped the delicate straps of the sundress she was wearing over the sides of her shoulders exposing most but not all of her strappy pink lace bra. He softly rubbed his hand over the delicate material and felt her shiver.
For Isabella the whole thing was going far too slowly. She didn't intend for this to mean anything and it looked as if Steven were trying to make it special, to make her feel special but she didn't want that, not now at least, she just needed to be close to someone, then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone. She quickly shimmied out of the dress and let it fall to the floor. Steven was surprised by her forwardness, most girls he knew liked to be cooed over and that’s exactly how he wanted to treat Isabella. He wanted it to go slowly he wanted to remember what he saw and felt because who knew when it would happen again?
Steven began to kiss Isabella's neck once again this time traveling downward to her partially exposed breast, continuing to move the fabric of her bra down centimeter by centimeter with his teeth. Isabella finally had it, she unfastened her bra and pulled down her panties before he could stop her. He was about to say something when all of a sudden she kissed him hard pressing him backwards until he was sitting on what seemed to be Isabella’s bed. She sat in his lap and made him lean back until he was totally lying down with a soft pillow beneath his head. His eyes were closed and he could feel Isabella's tongue swirling around in his mouth. He put his arms around her naked back and pulled her into a deep hug that Isabella resisted. She sat to the side of him and began to undo the button on his jeans and slide them down his legs. Isabella smiled at Steven's almost naked body, it reminded her of Mike's. The two of them were built like swimmers with narrow hips and long muscle-y figures. But Steven was very fair skinned while Mike was olive colored like Isabella. Mike's unruly brown hair that Isabella loved was replaced by Stevens’s soft messy blond curls that framed his blue eyes beautifully.
He was definitely hot, but he wasn't Mike. Isabella laid on top of Steven and felt his throbbing manhood beside her left thigh. She closed her eyes and pretended she was in Mike's bedroom instead of her own, she bent down to kiss his neck and she heard him groan, just like she knew Mike would have. She lifted her head to Steven's ear "Make love to me" she whispered hoarsely, wanting to feel whole again, wanting to feel full.
Steven turned her in his arms so that he was lying on her. Looking down at her he saw one of the most beautiful things in his life, Isabella looking up at him with her big brown eyes pleading with him to take her. He felt happy to oblige, he slid off his boxers and knelt in between her legs he placed a hand on either side of her head and he guided his warm hardness to her entrance. As he did he bent down to kiss her but she turned her head so he settled on kissing her neck.
Isabella didn't want any of Steve's affection or caring she just wanted him, him and his body and he didn't seem to mind giving it to her. Isabella looked to the side as Steven entered her slowly. She closed her eyes and let a soft moan escape her full pink lips. She was no longer with Steven, not in her head at least now she was with Mike. She felt a familiar tingling sensation growing in her thighs as Steven slowly but steadily thrusted in and out of her.
"Faster" she pleaded wanting it to be like it was with Mike. Mike always started slow but then would get faster and faster like he was looking for something, searching frantically for anything and then finally the he would climax and it was like he found what he was looking for, he was just so beautifully happy.
Steven did as he was told increasing his speed almost instantly, and Isabella began to moan and yell unintelligible phrases. She moved her hands back until she found Steven's wrist, she just wanted something she could hold onto. She began to arch her back and soon her own thrust were easily meeting Steve's.
Steve had had sex before but never like this, all the times before the girls would stare straight at him or maybe say his name but with Isabella all she did was look to the side, like she was avoiding looking at him altogether. Steve didn't mind, he loved how tight and hot Isabella was, she writhed beneath him as he picked up speed once more.
Isabella's yells turned to screams as she came, digging her nails into Stevens wrists, she couldn't even hear what she was yelling all she saw was a big flash of yellow and her hips bucked and her moist center tightened around Steven until finally he came too groaning loudly. He fell down next to her and she turned on her side to face him.
"You should have told me that you still like Mike" he whispered to her furrowing his brow as he said it.
"What? I don't like him" she lied, "What are you talking about?"
"Well it seemed like you still liked him five seconds ago when you were screaming his name" he retorted only slightly annoyed
"I did what?" she asked still unbelieving that she had done such a thing
"Five seconds ago when you...you know....you were screaming his name like he was the one banging you instead of me" replied Steven lazily
"Oh. Well sorry" she said as she kissed him on the cheek to let him know it was a sincere apology
And that's when the doorbell started to ring. Isabella turned on the TV.
"Here you can watch this until I get back okay?" she asked slipping on the sundress over her bare body.
"MmmmHmmmm" he sighed happily dangling his feet off the bed.
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