by L. F. Piper
After spending forever lathering my skin, he eventually gets to my pussy and my lips are throbbing, begging for relief that only he can provide. He grabs me and pins me harshly against the cold shower tiles, instantly cooling my skin down. I'm not sure what is going on until I feel him licking my cunt like it's the end of the world. I look down and Caleb has my legs wrapped around his shoulders, my pussy in his face and I'm hanging on for my life by his hair.
This is crazy.
How the fuck did he even get me up here?
Shit, he looks so fucking sexy, I don’t care.
It doesn't take him long to get me off, but when he does, I fucking explode. This was not just any orgasm. I can feel my juices dripping out of my pussy and when I look down, Caleb is already looking up at me. I can feel my cheeks flushing when he smirks at me, dimples and all. “Your come is running down my chin. How hot is that?” I don't even know how to answer that.
“I, um. Was that...? Uh,” Yeah, fucking good one, Em.
Caleb laughs at me and drops my legs back down to the ground. “Yeah. You just came. All white, thick and creamy. Tasted fucking amazing too.” My knees wobble and before I can even straighten my head out, Caleb is dressed and opening the bathroom door. He moves over to my window and climbs down. I rush over to see him casually walking down the street and to his car that is parked two houses away.
What the actual fuck was that?
***
School is quiet over the next few days and I'm confused. Caleb is here, I see him almost everywhere I go. Well, that body is kind of hard to miss, especially when you shiver all over when it’s within a two-mile radius. He never says anything to me when we cross paths, doesn't hurt me, bully me, touch me. He barely looks at me. I'm thoroughly confused as to what I've done. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy he isn't being a prick to me, but what did I do to warrant being ignored completely? He doesn’t seem to be paying Anya much attention either. It floors me.
***
Monday and Tuesday pass quite quickly. Kaydee is still driving me to and from school, which means I've finally managed to catch up on all the sleep I lost out on during my busy weekend. She’s started acting a bit weird; well, weird for her anyway. I noticed she has her own cigarette packets now and she’s even started smoking in her Mini. I asked her where she got them from, but she snapped and asked my why it mattered. I left it at that and watched the trees pass by my window instead of picking a fight with her. By the time she pulled up outside my house, she was chatting away again. I told you, weird. I’m not sure if this is my influence, or if Ellis is rubbing off on her. As long as her sudden change doesn’t affect our friendship, it’s not like I can exactly tell her to stop.
I'm feeling refreshed and stupidly decide to stay up late Tuesday night, prowling the web for gifts I'd like for my birthday – it's less than a week away and my parents are getting frustrated with me because they have no idea what presents they should get me.
I email my dad the links of items I'd like. There are shoes, clothes, jewellery, a plane ticket for Phoebe and a load of cosmetics – I'm really into my makeup.
By the time I shut down my laptop, it's already after one in the morning. I put my Mac away, brush my teeth and strip down to my underwear before collapsing into bed and closing my eyes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Emilia
I wish my head felt the same way about this jerk as my vagina does
I wake up to the obnoxious noises my phone is making, dancing across my nightstand. It's ringing and buzzing like crazy. I pick it up and groan deeply, it's already eight forty-five and school starts in fifteen minutes. There is no way in hell I'm going to make it in time.
While I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I read all the messages that Kaydee has sent me. She came to pick me up, but when I didn't answer her, she had to leave. I suppose there isn't any point in both of us being late. Plus, her mum will kick her ass for missing classes.
Emilia: I’m so sorry, Kaydee. I had a late night. I'll be in as soon as I can! x
I don't look at my phone when it pings and buzzes with another message. I know it's her reply, but I'm too busy trying to get dressed. I look through the blinds and out the window. The sun has already risen high in the clear blue sky and is shining brightly. Skirt it is. Thank God my legs aren’t hairy. I grab a distressed denim mini skirt and a plain grey tank top from my wardrobe. I didn't notice right away, but I put on a baby pink bra. I don't have time to change it to a different colour, I still need to do my hair and makeup.
What the hell? I figure I'm already late, so I might as well look as good as I can, seeing as I’ll have the embarrassment of walking into a class midway through.
I pin my long hair into a messy bun that rests right on top of my head and pull down a few wavy tendrils to frame my face. I apply my makeup, making sure the flicks around my eyes are fierce before I layer on mascara. My eyelashes are already long, but the mascara makes them look thicker. I finish with a touch of blush and some nude lip balm, before I slip into some flat glitter jelly shoes and I'm out the front door at lightning speed.
***
I'm a hot mess by the time I reach the school building at nine-twenty. I really wasn't expecting it to be so fucking warm this early in the day. The heat plus my powerwalking has turned me into a ball of sweat. The girl’s bathrooms are just before my locker, so I slip in there first to freshen up and make sure my makeup hasn't melted off my face already. All things considered, I look fine.
Once I'm at my locker, I empty my shoulder bag of all the books I won't need until after lunch break and slam it closed. The next thing I know, I'm being forcefully dragged by my arm into the girls changing rooms. What the...? “Hey! You're hurting me. Let go!” I call out to the asshole dragging me around. I'm pinned against some lockers and I gasp at the sharp pain shooting up my spine. My eyes catch Caleb's and he looks really angry. Great. I wonder what I did now.
“What in the fuck are you wearing?” He growls in my face. I'm stunned into silence momentarily and I look down, like I really can't remember what I dressed myself in not thirty minutes ago.
“This strange looking thing is called a skirt, Caleb. Repeat after me: S-K-I-R-T.” Wrong move. He slams his fist against the locker, inches from my head and I'm not kidding, I nearly wet myself. I didn’t even need to pee! I jump, gasp and squeeze my eyes closed simultaneously. When I feel brave enough to peek at him I see his jaw clenched so tightly, I wouldn't be surprised if his teeth were cracking under the pressure he’s inflicting upon them. Then there’s that vein again, throbbing manically in his thick neck. I gulp and my breathing increases.
He looks down my cleavage, my chest rising and falling hurriedly. He dips his head, caging me in with his strong arms, and lightly traces his tongue over the swell of my breasts. I sigh with the pleasure he provides me with and he looks up at me, under those amazing lashes. His tongue sneaks out again, but this time, he tastes my chest and slowly makes his way up.
I feel the wet trail he leaves over my collarbone, my neck and ending with a nip of my earlobe. I am so ready for him, but we're at fucking school. My mum will murder me if she gets a phone call from the principal out about this!
“Caleb, you need to leave,” pant, “we're both late for class,” sigh, “period two will be starting soon,” gulp, “we'll get caught in here,” gasp. Turns out I can only talk in short bursts right now.
“You're not going anywhere until I've had a proper fucking taste,” he whispers in my ear, darting his tongue out and swirling it around. My breathing is erratic, as well as my hormones. I wish my head felt the same way about this jerk as my vagina does. It confuses me, and I'd like to think I'm a smart girl. Most of the time anyway.
Caleb smashes his lips against mine and before I can stop it, a moan falls from my mouth and straight into his. I listen to the rumble from his chest as he catches it and then he takes his hand, dragging it up my smooth, naked thigh and towards my pussy. He dips a finger inside
my underwear and I feel him smile against my mouth. I open my eyes and see him already looking at me, his dimples in full effect. “Tell me, Emilia, why are you always soaking wet for me, huh? Your panties are drenched, baby.” He doesn't give me chance to answer him, he puts his mouth straight back on mine and deepens our kiss with his tongue. He slips two fingers inside me, my walls clenching deliciously around them, and begins to pump them in and out. I can hear my juices making wet sounds and it makes me hotter for him.
I grab his hard cock over the front of his tight jeans and squeeze him firmly in my tiny hand. Not enough to hurt him, not like I could anyway, but just enough to make him growl and push against me harder. I've grown to learn what Caleb likes and ninety five percent of the time, it's rough and heavy.
I'm totally fine with that.
I think.
Not like he'd give me a choice regardless.
Caleb takes his hand out of my thong and starts undoing his belt. He pops his buttons open and slides a condom onto his solid length. I'm too engrossed with watching as his hands work over himself that I don't think to take my underwear off. Or run away. He grabs my waist, lifts me up and forces me against the lockers, pushing the flimsy fabric to the side. He slams into me and I can't help the guttural noise that falls from my lips. He is so deep and he's making me feel so fucking good. I lose track of time and where we are and just focus on the feeling of him pumping inside me. He got me so worked up before, I don't last very long and as soon as he tells me to come, I shamefully do. I feel my face flush. My legs shake and my pussy clenches around his pulsing length, my nails digging into his shoulders. Seconds later, Caleb follows me and bites into my neck as he floods me.
He's kissing me deeply, still throbbing inside my pussy, when the door flies open. I don't really pay attention to it at first, but when I hear a girl gasp, I pull my face away from Caleb's and see it's Anya. Oh, fuck me. She’s staring at us, wide eyed and open mouthed, while Caleb drops my legs and places me back on level ground. I right myself while he tucks himself away. He knots the condom and puts it into his jeans pocket. Yikes, I hope that doesn't explode in there.
I face Anya and she is still gaping at us. “What the fuck, Caleb? You cheated on me? With her? If it wasn’t bad enough that she stayed at your place, you’re fucking her behind my back now too?” She’s a delightful girl. What more should you expect from a snotty nose cheerleader though, right?
Caleb frowns at her. He looks angry again. “I don't have a girlfriend, Anya. Fuck off.” Anya looks like she might burst into tears. I think I might be feeling a little sorry for the stuck-up princess, but that doesn't last long. And wait, he doesn’t have a girlfriend? There’s no time for analysing that statement currently.
“You fucking slut! Get your fucking skank ass away from him!” I blink and before I even take my next breath, Anya starts coming at me, claws sharp and pointed.
“What the fuck? Why is this my fault, you idiot? He said he isn’t with you and even if he did cheat on you, shouldn't you be breaking his balls?” I shout back at her, just before her palm connects with my face. I can only look at her, stuck for any words. Caleb is standing to the side, obviously waiting for a bitch fight to break out over him. He has his thick arms crossed over his wide chest, smirking at me. Even though I've just been attacked by Anya, all I want to do is punch Caleb in the nose. I look back at Anya's bright red, angry face and smile at her. “Wrong move, honey.” I'm not tough by any means, but I know how to look after myself. Plus, she came at me first. That’s self-defence, right?
Caleb flinches at my choice of words, just as I push her hard against the bank of lockers. Then I slap her face, much harder than she hit me, my palm instantly stinging from the assault. She looks stunned for a few seconds, but then screams like a banshee and flies right for me again. She gets to within touching distance and Caleb grabs her waist, holding her back against his chest. Coach Holmes walks in right at that moment. “What on earth is going on?” She calls out. Anya and I stay silent, glaring at each other.
“They had an argument over me, Coach. I managed to stop it before it got serious, though. It won't happen again,” Caleb cheerfully explains. Coach Holmes smiles and thanks him for saving the day. He's obviously fucked her as well. Is there anyone in this building he hasn't slept with? Wait, I don’t actually want to know. Caleb returns her smile and drags a squirming Anya past me and towards the exit, stopping to whisper, 'never wear that skirt in public again,' and heads out into the corridor. Coach Holmes tells me to sort myself out quickly and head to class.
The hallways are packed with students rushing to get to their next classes, me being one of them. I already missed period one, Algebra. I'll hand my worksheet in to my teacher at lunchtime and explain why I missed the class. Obviously, I'm going to lie because I can't exactly say I slept in and then was being fucked against a gym locker all morning. Mr Pearce is a kind old man, so I think I'll be alright.
***
The day goes by in a blur and my hand is still throbbing from this morning. I meet Kaydee at her car at the end of the day and she drives me home. I tell her everything that happened this morning and she looks like she might be about to have kittens in the driving seat. “You had sex? At school? In the locker room? Oh my gosh, Emilia!” The shock on her face doesn’t quite match the badass vibe the cigarette hanging between her fingers is giving off.
I laugh at her. “What? I'm surprised Ellis hasn't dragged you out of class yet to fuck you in his car.” Kaydee turns beet red and I know something has happened. “Spill it, girl.” I twist in my seat so I'm facing her, but she doesn't utter a word until we pull up to my house.
“Can we talk inside?' She turns the car off and unclips her seatbelt when I tell her that's fine. I announce our arrival to my mum when we walk inside, telling her Kaydee is here and we’re going to my bedroom. She yells hello to Kaydee, who calls back in greeting.
When Kaydee is sat comfortably on my bed and I am sat on my swivel desk chair, she finally talks. “Ellis did take me out of school on Monday. He told me to change his name on my cell to 'Mom' and he sent me a text saying I had a doctor’s appointment. I had to show it to my teacher and I was told I could leave. I was petrified, I mean, I still am. What if my mom finds out? Oh God,” she drops her head into her hands, tears welling in her eyes, and starts to shake. I don't interrupt her, and she soon picks up where she left off. “We were driving in his car until we pulled up at Caleb's apartment. Ellis has a spare key,” she fills in when I look at her funny. “We're in the spare bedroom having sex and it's rough like it always is, but I enjoyed every second of it.” She blushes before she continues again. “Emilia, the condom split, and I don’t take contraception. I'm so scared. What if I end up pregnant? Ellis told me to talk to you about it and you could come to the clinic with me. Will you? Please?” Kaydee looks like she's about to burst into tears and I jump up from my seat and sit with her, wrapping my arms around her vibrating body tightly.
“Of course, Kaydee. When did you want to go? We could do it this weekend.” She nods and starts to pull herself together.
“Is Saturday alright for you? I'll tell my mom that we're going shopping. We probably could afterwards if you wanted to, the clinic is just down the block from the mall.” I nod yes and agree.
Kaydee stays at mine until mum calls me down for dinner and then she leaves to go home. I can't believe that happened to her, but it made me think. If it happened to her then it could just as easily happen to me too.
Gulp.
***
I'm in the garden after dinner having a cigarette when my phone buzzes. It's a Facebook notification. Anya has written 'Slut' on my wall. Seriously? I comment, 'Mature' underneath and sign back out. Before I put it back down, it chimes in my hand.
Caleb: I can't believe you got in a fight over me today. Such a wild cat.
For fuck sake.
Emilia: You're kidding? I wasn't fighting over you. I hit her because she hit me first, the crazy b
itch!
I put my cigarette out and another text comes through, but I don't open it until I'm back in my room.
Caleb: What are you wearing?
Emilia: Are you really asking me that?
Caleb: Sure. Tell me what you're wearing, or I'll come over and find out myself.
I know he will. I look down at myself. Leggings and a ratty tank aren't sexy at all. But if I tell him exactly what I have on, maybe he won't want to play anymore. Do I want to play or not?
Emilia: Black silk bra with matching thong. What are you wearing?
Damn it! I can't believe I just did that. I should've just ignored him, turned my phone off.
Caleb: I can see it now. You look so hot. I'm lying in bed wearing white boxers.
I suddenly remember when I was wearing his Calvin Klein's. I guess he hasn't noticed there’s a pair missing yet.
Caleb: What are you thinking about?
Well, I can't exactly tell him I'm thinking about the boxers that I stole from him. He'll be around here in five minutes demanding them back and my mum will die from heart failure.
Emilia: You.
Caleb: What about me?
Emilia: The way you made me feel this morning. You always know the right places to touch me. And your body... makes me hot and bothered. Every. Single. Time.
Okay, so I was freestyling a little bit at the beginning, but now I really am starting to get hot and bothered thinking about his magnificent body. His skin soft and smooth, but hard and rough at the same time. Those abs and that magic V. The tattoos that cover him, head to foot. Those eyes, that mouth and them fucking dimples. They will probably be the death of me.