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“Not true. You once got me a pony before Mom made you take it back.” God, I remember that. Whitney cried for three months when I took it back but Miche and Kev were pissed as fuck that I’d even gotten her one in the first place.
“And even that was easier to get and I got it from Goddamn Europe.”
“I loved Cheerio.” She pouts and I roll my eyes remembering that she ran around the house screaming ‘Pip Pip Cheerio’, in an awful fake accent when she found out the pony was from London.
“You’re not doing yourself any favors by reminding me that I bought you a pony when you were seven years old, Whitney.” I march out of the room, prepared to put all of this out of my mind when I hear her running behind me. I’m back on the couch, sitting, not laying because I did not trust her not to crawl on top of me with how she’s acting.
“So, you’re telling me you don’t want to?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.
“I’m telling you Ican’twant to.”
“Are you attracted to me? Because I saw how you looked at me when you got home a month ago.”
Fuck.“I was confused at who you were at first. Your hair was different, your braces were gone, and you had different… curves. I thought you were a friend of yours.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious, Whitney.”Sort of true.
“I think you’ve been struggling with the fact that you’re attracted to me. That I’ve been flirting with you pretty hard and you want to respond to it. You want to respond to the fact that I touch myself thinking about you. That I want to touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you.” She sits next to me and then before I can even blink, she’s in my lap. “Why are you fighting this so hard?”
I try to move her but she puts her hands on my shoulders and tightens her thighs around my legs to keep herself in place. “Because…”
She bites her bottom lip. “Because why? No one has to know.”
“I can’t betray your parents like this.”
“It’s not betrayal.”
“Hooking up with their daughter I’ve known her whole life is very much a betrayal.”
“Okay, but what about betraying me? Aren’t you concerned about that?”
My eyes widen but somehow my hands find her hips. I hadn’t meant to; I just didn’t know what to do with them and they naturally found their way there. I pull away instantly but she’s already noticed and she squirms on my lap. Rubbing her pussy against my cock.Fuck me. Get her off, Jacob.“Me not touching you is betraying you? That’s a stretch, Whit, and stop moving around on my lap so much”I grip her hips trying to keep her in place but she keeps fucking moving, rubbing against my dick and making me harder with each passing second.
“Why? It feels good.” I swallow past the lump in my throat because it did feel really fucking good but I have to stop. “You told me you’d do anything for me. On numerous occasions.” Her hands find my chest and I’m grateful she doesn’t make a move to kiss me.
“That does not include a lot of things.”
“Like what? Because I’m fairly certain if I needed you to help me hide a body you would. So, you’d commit a crime for me but you won’t do this?”
“Theoretically, I’d commit a crime for you.”
“No. You and I both know you would.”
“Why are we talking about this? Whitney, this is wrong.”
“But it feels good.” She wets her lip and my eyes drop to mouth. “Doesn’t it?” I don’t respond. “Don’t I feel good?” She leans down and presses her lips to my neck before grazing her teeth over my earlobe and I groan.
“Fuck. Where did you learn to be like this? How are you this confident about sex as a virgin?”
“You made me this confident about everything,” she whispers. “You taught me to go after what I want and what I want JP, is you.”
She begins to move back and forth against me, and I feel the heat from between her legs even through my sweatpants. My cock is hard as steel and standing up, nestled between her legs as she continues to rock against me. “Will you let me come like this?”
I don’t respond, but I don’t make an effort to stop her, if anything I grip her hips harder to keep her in place. Our eyes are locked as she continues to fuck me through our clothes and I feel like I’m going to come at any moment.
“I can feel how wet you are,” I tell her through gritted teeth. I drop my head back on the couch letting the feeling pull me under and then I’m lost to what’s going on. My hands have begun moving on their own, pulling her harder against me. She whimpers against my neck, running her tongue up toward my pulse point before sucking on the skin there.
