VIBE_N_VANESSA: I understand. I think we need to talk, too. So you want me to come over after school?
CATCHTONRHS: I have practice right after school. Come over around 5:00 - I’ll be home by then.
VIBE_N_VANESSA: OK, John, see you then.
CATCHTONRHS: Thanks, Vanessa.
VIBE_N_VANESSA: No problem. See you tomorrow.
Hours later, I laid in bed, unable to get to sleep. I couldn’t help but to think about seeing John after school tomorrow, and I couldn’t even get myself to tell Ava that I was going over to his house.
Suddenly, my phone rang; I jumped. I looked at it and saw that it was Brad. “Hey, Brad.”
“Hey, baby. Just checking up on you since it was such a wild day today. I have to admit that I can’t stop thinking about what you told me earlier about how Natalie told you that Lisa is gonna be going on an extreme crusade in trying to get me back.”
“And like I said, she’s not getting you back. I know that it’s not gonna be easy for her to get over us being officially together, but it also wasn’t easy for me to always see her with you when I knew how you felt about me.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s for sure,” he said with a yawn. “Well, let me get going. As you can hear, I’m sleepy. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, beautiful.”
“Okay, gorgeous, sleep well.”
“With that said, I will. Bye, baby.”
“Bye,” I said with a smile, and hung up. I let out a deep sigh as I focused my attention back on going over to John’s house tomorrow. Since John and Brad were talking again, I didn’t see any problem with it because after all, a face-to-face talk with him again was long overdue, and I agreed with him, we needed to talk away from everyone and especially away from school.
CHAPTER 22
It was the next day after school, and I was nervously standing at John’s front door as I waited for him to open it. I looked around constantly to see if I’d been followed by anyone. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. I honestly didn’t think that I would be talking to John for the rest of the year, much less be going over to his house again.
The front door opened.
“Hey, Vanessa. C’mon in,” John said with a smile, as he seemed somewhat surprised that I actually came over.
“Hi, John,” I said as I walked in.
He shut the door. “C’mon into the family room.”
We walked into the family room and sat down. I looked around the room, and then in back of me to see if anyone else was in the house, especially on the stairs where I was hiding at when Brad came over here when I was secretly seeing John.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“No thanks. Is anyone else here?”
“No, we’re alone. My parents are at work,” he said, and then sat on another couch facing me.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I began to feel very nervous.
“So, what did you wanna talk to me about?” I asked, trying to get the conversation going.
He sighed. “I just wanna say that I’ve treated you pretty bad for ending our secret relationship for Brad; I guess I never got over it. Then, you and Brad officially became a couple, and I’m not gonna lie, I was hating for real.”
“Well, you had every right to be mad. I mean, you really scared me that day when we talked in the storage room; I thought you were gonna hurt me, John.”
He lowered his head. “I’m sorry about that, Vanessa. I figured that I scared you; the look on your face said it all. I knew that you were gonna be scared to talk to me that’s why I didn’t wanna be too intimidating from the start.”
I nodded with a smile. “You’re forgiven. I was very scared to talk to you when you lifted up that key that morning because I knew you wanted to talk to me about Brad and me being officially a couple. Well, I’m glad that you apologized for it, but were you sincere when you said to Brad at the end of the day that there were no hard feelings that he’s my boyfriend now?”
He grinned. “Well, I was trying to figure out all day whether or not I wanted to say something to him. I decided to just say it because he is a good friend of mine, and no offense, Vanessa, but I didn’t wanna girl coming between our friendship.”
I grinned back at him. “None taken — seriously. That’s the way Ava and I are; we won’t let a guy come between us. It’s good that you feel that way because everyone should.”
He smiled. “Yeah, they should.”
We stared at each other; I looked away fast.
“But I’m gonna tell you this, Vanessa. I’m really not trying to hear anything that he has to say about you, so I really don’t start any conversations with him about any girls. I think he can tell that already, though, because we used to always talk about girls.”
“That’s understandable, and I’m not offended by it.”
He smiled with a nod. “I’m glad you’re not. I also wanna say that I’m sorry for disrespecting you that day in the storage room by calling you out of your name; it wasn’t right. My parents didn’t raise me like that — I was just very mad, as you know. You know that I’ve never disrespected you like that before.”
I smiled. “I know you haven’t, John. I knew you were mad and had every right to be, so thanks for the apology.”
We continued to stare at each other in an eerie silence. Usually when I came over here, we would’ve already been up in his room having sex, but we both knew that it was a lot different this time.
“Well, I better get going. I have some homework to do,” I said, and then got up.
“Okay,” he said. “Oh, before you go . . .”
I looked at him as I sat back down. “What is it?”
“Since all of our secrets are now out in the open and are over with, there’s something that I need to tell you.”
I tried not to gasp! “You do? What is it?” I asked. I got a sick feeling inside of me as I tried to embrace myself for what he had to tell me, but I had a feeling that I already knew what it was about even though I completely ruled him out, and now I knew that shouldn’t have . . . the texts and the roses.
He let out a sigh. “Vanessa, I’m not gonna beat around the bush with you, okay?”
“Please don’t, John,” I replied. I tried to stop my heavy breathing since I was getting very nervous because I knew what he was about to confess to me.
He stared at me. “I know that you were in Brad’s closet that day, Vanessa.”
I gasped as I jumped up! I was not expecting for him to confess this! “WHAT?! How did you know it was me, John? Did Brad tell you?”
“No, he didn’t tell me . . . the scent of your perfume told on you,” he informed me.
I gasped again! I couldn’t believe it! I always wore the same perfume, and he’d always told me that he’d never smelled it on any girl but me since it was a different, fresh scent of peaches, nectarines, honey, and flowers.
“I just followed the trail of that beautiful scent up the left side of the staircase to Brad’s room and to his closet. I knew that’s where you were hiding, and I almost found you until Brad stopped me.”
I was speechless. Never did I think that something as superficial as the scent of my perfume would give me away.
He stared at me as he slightly smiled. “And I can smell it on you now from over here.” He got up and came over to me and sat right next to me . . . and stared at me as he slowly pulled me closer to him.
I tensed up. “John . . .”
“Shhh, baby. I just wanna smell you. I miss smelling you while having you in my arms like this; you just don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to hold you like this again,” he said. He held me tighter as he put his nose on the side of my neck . . . and then his lips. He started kissing me all over my neck as he slowly pulled me up on to my feet.
I looked up at him; he stared down at me as he smiled, and then continued kissing me all over my neck and chest. I literally stood speechless as I couldn’t believe that this was happening; I felt
like I was in some dream. I stopped him. “John, this is crazy. I can’t do this,” I said.
But he continued to kiss me. “Don’t fight it, baby, it’s just us here,” he said between kisses as he continued to kiss me all over my neck and chest just like how he used to do in the storage rooms at school, as well as here.
This was crazy because I honestly couldn’t fight it, and I just didn’t know why.
He took one of his hands and slowly reached down into my pants and into my underwear, and slowly started massaging my hot spot. “You miss this, baby? Damn, you’re so soft and hot.”
I nodded as I laid my head on his chest as I started to make my sexual sounds as he held me with his other arm while he continued on. He still knew how to touch me in all the right spots, and because of this, I still couldn’t deny how good it felt. I let out a very loud sound as he literally gave me an orgasm while standing up, and that has never happened before. He smiled as he leaned down to me . . . and we started kissing, and as we did, he slowly lifted me up towards him as I slowly wrapped my legs around his back, and he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom.
When we got to his room, he slowly laid me down at the end of his bed. He pulled off my pants and underwear. He softly kissed me all up and down the inside of my thighs. His lips were so soft and warm, and he knew just how to turn me on. He put my legs on his shoulders, lifted me up slightly, and went in between my legs and began to tongue-massage my hot spot. I got very loud as I almost felt another orgasm coming on very fast; I couldn’t even begin to describe how good it felt. My eyes began to tear up slightly because I couldn’t believe that I was letting John do this to me when we both knew that I was Brad’s girlfriend. I moved all around as I continued to let him hear how good he was making me feel.
“Shit, baby, you sound so fuckin’ good!” he said, and then continued on. “Are you about to cum, baby? Huh?”
“Yeah, I am,” I said as I breathed heavier and heavier. Seconds later, I let out a long, high-pitched scream as I did.
He got up and sat next to me. “I love doing that to you,” he said with a smile.
“John, that felt so good,” I said as I sat up. “But this should not have happened — you know this should not have happened — Brad will kill the both of us if he finds out about this!”
“Relax, Vanessa. He’s not gonna find out because I’m not gonna say anything; you have my word.” He then walked out of the room, and came back a few seconds later with a towel; he gave it to me so I could wipe myself off. “So, who does it to you better? Me or Brad?”
I looked at him. “How did you know that he did?”
“Just a guess,” he replied with a grin.
I shook my head as I slightly smirked. “Oh, so you’re just assuming that he’s done it to me, huh?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You’re right, he has.”
He continued to look at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Who did it better?”
“You both do it good, John, okay? I don’t wanna compare the two of you. You both have given me great orgasms so it’s equal.” I put my right hand on my forehead. “Dammit, John! Fuck! You can’t say anything about this!”
He nodded. “Vanessa, I won’t . . . I promise.”
“How do I know that?”
“Trust me, I won’t,” he pledged. He got up and got a condom out of his drawer.
I looked at the condom as he smiled at me. “John, we went way too far — that’s enough.”
“I wanna go inside of you. You know I have to, Vanessa. It feels like ages since we’ve had sex in this bed,” he said. He started kissing me as I slowly laid back down on his bed. He took off his pants and underwear, and then unwrapped the condom and put it on. He opened my legs and slowly went inside me. He smiled at me as he moved back and forth as I laid motionless as I wanted to believe so bad that this was a dream, but I knew that it was far from it.
“Oh, my God, John,” I said softly as I looked at him.
He smiled at me. “Does this feel good?”
“Yeah, it does . . . now fuck me like you mean it,” I said, and then began to fuck back, as Ava called it.
“Oooh, shit! You got it, baby! Damn, you sounded so fuckin’ good when you said that!” he said, and then began moving faster. “You still like to be fucked like this, huh, baby?”
“Oh, fuck yeah, I do!” I said while I had my eyes closed as I breathed heavy.
I pulled myself up fast as he was still inside of me as he laid down fast on his back, and now I was on top of him as he continued to move fast inside of me.
“Damn, you still feel so good, baby — real nice and tight — love it!” he said as he breathed heavy.
I nodded as I continued to be loud as he moved so fast up and down in me that I thought my head was gonna hit his ceiling, even though it was a high one.
He let out a loud sound that echoed in his room as he satisfied himself, and then pulled out of me. He took off his condom, threw it in a garbage can right next to his bed, and then pulled me up on top of his face as he once again tongue-massaged my hot spot and all around it so good that I almost fell off of him.
“Fuck, John! Shit, this feels so fuckin’ good!” I said while I moved back and forth on his face in a fast motion as he felt all over my butt. I reached back and began stroking what he loved, and it was completely hard again.
He turned me around and we were now in a sixty-nine position. “Damn! Suck that shit, baby! Oh, shit!” he said as he breathed very heavy.
I couldn’t believe that I was giving him head or even having sex with him again — but I was. I never thought I would be doing this with him again . . . never.
He got very loud as it was obvious that I satisfied him. I got off of him, and then he got up and took the sheet off of his bed since he left it very messy. “Looks like I’m gonna have to wash these sheets,” he said with a grin as he balled the sheets up. “I’m gonna go put these in the laundry room, I’ll be right back.”
I nodded with a slight smile. I closed my eyes as I laid in his bed as I let out a long and loud sigh. I could not believe I just did what I did.
“Vanessa.”
I opened my eyes. He was standing over me with a single red rose! I shrieked as I jumped back away from him.
He grinned, but with a confused look on his face. “What’s wrong, Vanessa? It’s just a rose. I gave these to you all of the time when you used to come over here, now you’re acting as if it’s a symbolic curse or something.”
“John, I know I told you that someone was sending me secret texts, and I even accused you of doing it, but someone has also been putting a single red rose in my car, and I think that they’re doing it because they’re pretending to be you. It’s obvious that someone else knew about us seeing each other in secret.”
He put the rose on his nightstand and then laid back in bed with me. “Well, I didn’t tell anyone about us seeing each other in secret, Vanessa, so I don’t know who could be doing this to you.”
Liar! I thought, because I knew he’d told Brad, but I didn’t wanna say anything about it because he now had something else over me, and we just got done doing that something else. “Well, seeing a red rose is just freaking me out now until I find out who’s been putting them in my car.”
“Don’t you ever lock your doors?” he asked with a grin.
“Yes! But sometimes I do forget like others. I’m not perfect,” I said.
He nodded. “Come on, lay on top of me.”
I reluctantly laid on top of him as I couldn’t believe that I officially cheated on Brad, and not only cheated on him, but I cheated on him with someone who I was once in a secret relationship with. But now I was right back into a secret with him, and this was far more of a secret than the one that we were in before. As I laid on him, I continued to stare coldly at the rose as it laid on the nightstand, as I tried to make myself believe that who I was on top of did not have anything to do with the ones that
were mysteriously appearing in my car.
“Thanks for letting me have sex with you. That was off the fuckin’ chain, Vanessa. You face rode the fuck out of me!” he said as he stroked my hair.
I sighed. “John, this was so wrong. I don’t know how I’m gonna face Brad at school tomorrow.”
“Relax, baby. Just pretend that it never happened.”
I looked at him. “John, that’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ hard to do. I never thought I would have sex with you again. Well, I can tell you one thing, you are definitely the first guy to have sex with me since I’ve been officially Brad’s girlfriend — and you’re the last.”
He grinned. “Unfortunately.”
“John! This isn’t funny! I have officially cheated on Brad! Oh, my God! This was so wrong!”
“What’s so wrong about it? The two of you aren’t married. You’re acting as if you committed some big immoral act or something. There’s a hell of a lot more things that are way more immoral than cheating on someone. Lisa cheated on Brad more than she was willing to admit, and he was known for doing it to her — he told me and Marc all the stories of him cheating on her, too. It happens, Vanessa, it’s no big deal.”
“Well, it is to me!” I said as I got up. I started putting my clothes back on.
He pulled me back down on his bed. “Brad is a good friend of mine. This will be a secret we’ll keep between us, okay?”
I looked at him. “We’re gonna have to! To me, this is now worse than the secret that we used to have when we were in a secret relationship together, but then again, there was nothing bad about that until I broke it off to be in one with Brad and didn’t tell you that he was the reason. And I thought that having sex with you that night after I ended the secret relationship with you was a secret — that’s nothing compared to this! Brad wasn’t my boyfriend when we had sex that night, but he is now!”
“I know. Don’t worry about it, baby,” he said as he stroked my right arm as he continued to sit up on his bed completely naked. “C’mon, lay back down.”
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