Devon lets her go and turns to snarl at Landon.
“Ha! That's where you're fucking wrong!”
I intervene again.
“What do you mean, you have proof? After all, she’d have no reason to get us in trouble. As Landon says, we’re dating and she doesn't really know you.”
Devon’s furious expression twists into an arrogant smirk: there’s a hard light in his green eyes.
“I see that at least you haven't spilled the beans on giving it up to me last summer, huh?”
Her eyes dilate in surprise but she stands her ground.
“That should tell you that I’ve got nothing to do with this shit, Devon. If I wanted to hurt you, why would I go along with not telling anyone that we knew each other? You asked me not to tell and if I wanted to piss you off—”
He shakes his head.
“Obviously telling everyone that I fucked you on vacation, would make you look like a slut, so you needed a better way to punish me for dumping you!”
Hold on a second ... is Devon the guy she was talking about when she told me that she only had sex once?
Landon is still on her side but my heart is breaking into a million pieces: he said that Aubrey had no motive, but if Devon took her virginity to then dump her ...
Landon takes Aubrey’s hand and drags her closer to him and away from Devon.
He swipes at a stray tear on her cheekbone with his thumb.
“I believe you, sweetie. I know you didn't do anything wrong.”
Devon shakes his head and chides Landon.
“You're such a fucking fool. Of course she did! And she didn't even care that she got you two losers in trouble as long as she got her retribution on me, for fucking her and then not calling her. You all deserve each other, you're fucking pathetic. At least I got laid! Or did you give it up to them too, huh baby?”
I feel so furious, I don't even know with whom.
Or I guess I’m mad at both of them: at him for being an asshole and for having had Aubrey before me and at her for not caring about taking me and Landon down as collateral damage.
So, when she doesn't deny sleeping with him, I lash out.
“Landon, she did do it! What did you expect after all? She wasn't exactly shy with me after I took her out to brunch. Just look at her in her school uniform! She looks like a more innocent version of Britney Spears.”
I look at Devon and joke cruelly.
“Right, dude? Hit me baby one more time?”
Devon scoffs and looks at her, with her hand in Landon's.
“Nah. She was a lousy fuck. More like ... shitty, shitty bang bang, if you ask me!”
The noise of Aubrey's hand hitting Devon's face is as loud as thunder.
She slaps him so hard that his head almost recoils back to its original position.
“How dare you! I slept with you because I was in love with you. Don't ever talk to me again, Devon. Or next time I’ll hit you where I’ll make sure that you don't fuck anyone else for a long time! Asshole! And you know what?”
She turns towards us.
“I don't care what you two believe or don't believe. Just leave me the fuck alone!”
10.
The School Of Hard Knox
Knox
I’M NOT IN A GREAT mood today: three girls, sophomores judging by their green scarves, gave me their phone numbers.
They literally came up to me at lunchtime and gave me folded pieces of papers with their numbers.
Later I checked and they had already sent friend requests on all my social media.
Now, don't get me wrong, I’ve always got my pick of girls at school but ... sophomores? I didn't even date sophomores when I was a sophomore myself!
I’ve always liked my girls a little more mature and maybe this is why so far, I’ve never really liked anyone beyond a quick fuck.
Because let's face it, a lot of seniors at BHPA aren't that deep or interesting: it's all about designer clothes, hair extensions and fucking plastic surgery.
Even my own sister completely fits that mould and that's a fucking shame because in reality, she's super smart.
Like, scary smart.
She aces all her classes and I know I’m in the A-Class and I get really great grades too but I have to study way more than Margaux.
She has a photographic memory and such a sharp mind.
So it's really disappointing when she acts dumb and slutty as soon as there's a guy she finds remotely eligible.
Sometimes it's as if girls think that guys are threatened by intelligence.
And I know it sounds fucking rich coming from me, but I don't really care about getting laid immediately.
This is why I like Aubrey and this is why I intentionally took things super slow with her: she's smart and really funny and she isn't scared about being herself.
She doesn't try to fit a stereotype of what she thinks guys wanna date, she’s herself and that makes her so fucking attractive.
And then of course she's smoking hot, so that helps a lot.
But the sophomores ... It bothered me that they were so into me all of a sudden because of what Margaux said: that I’d get all kinds of pussy now that I’m QB1.
I’m lost in my thoughts as I’m walking to my car after last period and that’s when I see her.
Aubrey's walking out of the library and she seems flustered.
Her cheeks are red and her shoulders are set in a rigid manner as she takes fast strides.
“Hey, pretty girl! What's going on?”
I stop her and when she lifts her face to look at me, her blue eyes look shiny and her skin a little splotchy, as if she’s been crying.
“Nothing. Just a shitty day. I’m glad it's over.”
She looks angry more than sad and seriously, I don't know why I feel like I have to make her feel better, I wanna turn her day around.
“Would a sweet treat make you feel better? I know this place that makes the best cupcakes ever. Why don't we go?”
She looks perplexed.
“Now?”
I nod towards my car.
“Come on.”
“I drove to school. I’ll follow you.”
We eat a few cupcakes and Aubrey's mood seems to improve steadily, because she's soon laughing at all my lame jokes.
When we walk out of the bakery, I walk her to her car and when she’s about to open her door, I stop her by taking her hand.
“I don't wanna leave you yet. Can we do something else together?”
She smiles.
“I was gonna go home and do homework, you could always join me, if it's not too boring.”
“Sure, why not? I might learn something.”
I give her a little smirk, making her giggle and she looks so fucking adorable that I almost decide to ride with her and leave my car here, but that would mean riding back here with Margaux tomorrow morning and I love my sister but for fuck’s sake, she isn't a morning person.
I’m impressed by Aubrey's house and I’ve gotta admit that I’m a little surprised by the very young and stylish decor.
She notices my curiosity and she explains about her living arrangement.
“Ah ok, it makes sense that Chaz chose all this.”
She gives me a sassy little smile.
“Why, do you think my taste wouldn't be this good?”
“No. But I couldn't see for example your mom choosing all black furniture like this. If it makes sense.”
She agrees.
“Yeah, on that you're perfectly right.”
We sit at a shiny black table in the dining room portion of the open space living room, that could easily sit twenty people.
We’re doing calculus and math is something that has always come easy to me, so I solve my exercises really quickly, casting glances at Aubrey.
She looks so fucking hot when she concentrates on her homework, I noticed that in class too and I admit that once or twice, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to try and calm down or �
�take care’ of the problem.
I must've been staring for a while because she lifts her head, locking her eyes with mine for a long moment.
That's another thing: Aubrey is absolutely beautiful and sexy, she has gorgeous tits and her legs and ass are a fucking dream.
She isn't super skinny like my sister but I’ve never been into skinny girls.
However the thing that I love the most about her are her eyes. They're this deep blue and they make me think of an ocean, always changing shade according to her emotions: they range from a serene, intense blue to a dark, stormy one.
When they shine with laughter and amusement, they become like two intense sapphires.
I’d just be happy to look at her like this forever, if she weren't so fucking hot.
“I don't know what I’m getting wrong in this exercise. Since you're finished with yours, do you mind helping me?”
I scoot closer to her until our knees and arms are touching, and I can see her book and notepad just fine but I crane my neck a little bit so that the sides of our faces touch.
The first thing that I notice is her scent: she smells of strawberries and something delicately floral, that prevents that scent from being sickly sweet.
“It’s here. See? You forgot that x was square and that threw off the whole equation.”
I cover her hand with mine and guide her pencil to do the correction I just suggested.
She turns to look at me with a small, amused smile on her luscious lips, our noses are almost touching.
“Thank you. But you know I didn't need help writing, right?”
I mirror her smile and come clean.
“Yeah. I just thought it was a perfect excuse to touch you.”
She becomes suddenly serious.
“Do you think that you need an excuse to touch me, Knox?”
“Don't I?”
She smiles again but this time it’s more of a sweet smile.
“No. I like it when you hold my hand and when you find little ways to brush against me.”
I become more daring.
“What about kissing you? Do I need an excuse for that?”
She shakes her head, her eyes slipping briefly down to my lips.
“No. And I’ve been wondering why you haven't kissed me yet today.”
“I’ve been wanting to this whole time, but you seemed upset, so I wanted to make you feel better.”
“A kiss from you would definitely make me feel better, Knox.”
So I close the distance between us, brushing her lips with mine, lightly at first but as soon as she inches closer, I take her bottom lip between mine, tasting it until she opens her mouth to my kiss.
She still tastes vaguely like the cupcakes we ate earlier and our kiss begins as a soft and sweet endeavour but as soon as my tongue touches hers, I find it impossible to rein myself in any longer.
Our kiss becomes something entirely different, hot, consuming, spreading our burning desire all over our bodies like wildfire.
I love the way she kisses, with total abandon, not completely giving in to me but not fighting me either.
We share control of this kiss and we revel in giving each other pleasure in this hot tangle of tongues, lips and teeth.
Because my sweet Aubrey likes to bite me softly when the kiss becomes too hot: it’s a way of slowing down but also to show me how she wants more.
So far I’ve always kept my hands on her waist every time we’ve kissed but we’ve never been alone, in an empty house and she’d never told me before that she wanted me to kiss her and touch her, so I skim my hand up, by the side of her breast.
It's a light and fleeting touch at first, to test the waters and see if that's going too far but she emits a soft moan and pushes her chest closer to me, leaning into my touch.
So I cup her full, soft breast and massage it over the thin fabric of the shirt of our school uniform.
She shifts and crawls on my lap, never breaking the kiss, hugging me closer and feeling the really short hair at the nape of my neck with her delicate touch.
My lips leave hers to begin peppering hot kisses down her neck after I untie her silk scarf and I trail down to her chest, wherever her shirt leaves her skin exposed.
I slowly begin to unfasten the first button of her shirt, waiting for her reaction, to see if she wants me to stop, but she undoes my tie and throws it on the floor.
So we begin undressing each other slowly, one garment at a time.
I’d stop if she wanted me to but I'm getting rock hard and God knows I hope that she won't stop me.
My lips cover every inch of skin that's no longer covered and when my fingers reach the button at the back of her skirt and undo it, she starts fumbling with the buckle of my belt.
When I lower the zipper of her skirt, she stands up to allow her skirt to slide off her hips.
I do the same to get rid of my pants, my lips still kissing her neck.
I can't stop kissing her, I’m too afraid that if I do, this spell will be broken and she’ll come to her senses and tell me to stop.
But Aubrey seems to be happy to continue our mutual exploration, because once we’re both in only our underwear, she kisses me on the lips again, hugging herself tighter to me.
She must feel how hard I am but that doesn't slow her down, instead she lifts one of her legs, curling it up toward my hip, so that our crotches come into contact.
That makes me abandon every attempt to go slowly and I lift her up in my arms, walking towards the huge leather couch in the living room.
This is when she breaks the kiss and shakes her head but it isn't to tell me to stop, that we’ve gone too far.
“Upstairs. My bedroom.”
I follow her directions, still placing random kisses along her jaw and neck and once we enter her bedroom, I place her on her huge four poster bed.
Aubrey
KNOX PLACES ME ON MY bed and then kneels next to me, taking my lips again in a passionate, demanding kiss.
I hug his neck and drag him down until his chest is touching mine and his clean and spicy scent surrounds me.
He smells so good and his toned, muscled skin is so smooth and soft that I love the contact of it against my own.
I’ve never seen him shirtless before and I marvel at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs and at the intricate, black tattoo that covers his left shoulder and descends just past his elbow.
It's the only one he has, at least that I can see, and I trace it with my fingers while he kisses the swell of my breasts, still clad with my white lace bra.
I can feel his excitement against my hip as he’s laying down on me only partially and I know I want him so much that it hurts.
I feel this sweet, dull ache between my thighs and I’m wet and throbbing.
But what do I want?
How far do I wanna go?
In the past few weeks Knox and I have hung out often, and I got to know him past the sullen and slightly dangerous aura that he shows everyone at school.
He’s a smart, witty guy.
He’s gentle with me and chivalrous, so far he’s been always a real gentleman.
When we’ve been out, we talked, flirted and made out but he never pushed me to do anything more than kiss, so much so that despite the fact that I definitely felt a spark there, I was wondering if Knox felt the same way about me.
He’s kissing and biting the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder and his hands are cupping my breasts.
He pinches one of my already hard nipples through the thin lace of my bra and I gasp, instinctively arching my back and seeking more skin to skin contact.
“This ok?”
He asks as he places his hand on the front clasp of my bra and I nod, eager to feel the skin of his chest touch mine.
But Knox has a different intention and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth.
At first I feel his tongue lick around the erect peak and when I moan my approval, he bites it softly, making me scream in surpri
se.
He lifts his stormy grey eyes to look into mine, without moving his mouth but sucking soothingly where he just bit me.
“It feels good ...”
That's all I say, to let him know that I love what he's doing to me and I don't want him to stop.
But a part of me is starting to wonder if I want him to stop at some point or if I’m ready to go all the way.
Teague seemed to have made that decision for both of us a couple of days ago, now it might be entirely up to me.
I was in love with Devon when I decided to have sex with him, for as crazy as it might sound, since we’d known each other for just two weeks.
But this is the thing with summer flings, they're intense, romantic and I let my hormones guide my heart.
I know that I could easily fall for Knox, he's incredibly handsome, sexy in a quiet and slightly brooding way and I’m also attracted to his intelligence and to his gentle side, that he likes to keep hidden from others, especially at school.
Knox’s lips have since left my breasts to travel down my ribs and to my stomach and are now leaving light but scorching hot kisses right at the edge of my panties.
Whatever happens between us today, I won't make the mistake I made with Devon: I know my experience with him was less than pleasurable but I also know that it's not just Devon’s fault.
I should've told him that it was my first time and maybe, just maybe, he’d have acted differently.
Not that the way he's been since I saw him again at school is any indication that he's the sweet type, but I want to believe that the romantic and gentle way he had with me right before that night on the beach, was the real him.
Not this callous, vicious bully that goes to school with me.
I let Knox remove my panties, and as his lips begin trailing down on my lower belly, I look into his eyes again.
It's something in the way he's looking at me that makes me decide that I want him.
That I want to feel him inside of me.
“Knox ...”
I whisper it when he starts tracing the smooth skin of my centre with gentle fingers and he stops.
“If you want to stop ...”
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