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I sit her up, pulling her close to me. I’m ready. If I don’t fuck something soon I’m going to lose my control and slide beneath Dee’s blankets and finally put those fantasies to bed.
The somewhat coppery taste of girl still lingers on my lips as I press them against her. I lower myself over her once more.
Her hands hold my hips as if she could pull me inside of her in one sweeping movement. Her breathing is heavy between each kiss I trail over her neck only stopping to sink my teeth in a gentle bite against her tendon.
And still I glance over at the hidden audience peering out at me.
A begging whimper lights the air between our damp bodies. Her hands tracing the muscles, dips, and plains of my chest. She finds the soft cloth of my boxers sticking out over my jeans. A finger runs a teasing line just underneath them.
I loosen the button on my jeans letting her shove them down my hips until they tangle at my ankles and my erection springs forward between us. I growl in approval as her grasp runs up and down the silky skin of my hard length.
This girl kisses me hard as she teases my cock along the slick moisture of her opening. While she plays, I pull a condom from my back pocket and in half a second, I’m sliding it down my cock. The moment it’s on, she drops her hand, lifting against me as I slide in. My fingers tease at the peaks over her breasts still hidden beneath her black lace bra.
I blink as it reminds me of what Dee wears. My thoughts become a blur of Dee’s smile, her blonde hair falling down over her chest, the curve of her breasts in the small bathing suit she wore all summer, and the perfect curve of her ass in the school’s uniform skirts.
Fuck, that little uniform on her.
I groan at the images flashing in my mind. I’m rolling my hips against this stranger, pushing her over the edge and urging another noisy orgasm from her. Again and again I slide in and out of her, my pace quickening. Physically I’m fucking some tanned beauty from school but in my head, it’s Dee beneath me.
My gaze finds its way back to Dee’s face, her lips parting in a small ‘O’, one hand no longer gripping the blanket but lost beneath it, as I find my release. Our breathing comes in heavy pants as I pull myself away from the girl.
I roll off of her the moment I come, my dick still pulsing as cool air hits my skin.
And still I’m staring down on those hooded emerald eyes.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I rasp out, not bothering to hide myself as I pull the condom off.
“Oh, my god.” The girl naked on my bed sits up looking across the room, her lanky arms crossing over her body. “Has she been there the entire time?”
The look that Dee gives me isn’t the bliss filled face she had on a moment ago, but an angry selfish glare that leaves me feeling dirty. Not dirty in the good way either. It makes my skin crawl like I’ve lowered myself to some terrible place that she could never love me from. Dirty like I need a shower to wash away the sins I’ve committed.
“If I see anything new, I’ll throw some change at it,” she says defiantly before she rolls over in bed, tossing the blanket back over her face.
Every time she talks like that it just makes me want to show her everything she’s missing. I could make her feel so fucking good.
But instead, I make her feel total hatred.
Fuck I hate myself right now.
I slide my boxers back up, tossing the girl’s panties at her with a grunt before I exit the room. With Dee, I could go for round two, or three, or fuck it, fourteen.
But that’s never going to happen. So I’ll fuck away every ounce of raging hormone that tells me she should be the one curling up in my bed.
Until I forget her entirely.
Eighteen
Dee
Deep inside me I wish that I was sad to be leaving this school. Even if it is an upgrade from where I had been going, it’s also a nightmare. A living, breathing, nightmare that I don’t wake up from.
Today may be my last day of high school but I can always go back. I could get my GED if and when I desire. I’ll just have to try harder. It’ll just take a little longer.
It’s not the end of the world.
So why does it feel like it is?
The metal fork in my hand scrapes drearily against my lunch plate, pushing the food around without a thought of eating it. My ears fill with chatter and laughter from my peers around me. It’s still all so distant as I’m caught in my thoughts. Utensils clank against plates, glasses of tea, soda, or drinks thud against the long dining tables.
