I get down to the kitchen, see her glimpsing at a picture of Kyla and I and I smile softly in the doorway. She turns and notices me, a small smile playing on her lips. “So, what was that about?” I ask her.

“I can’t believe you would actually ask me what was going to happen when we got back to school.” She shakes her head at me.

“It’s a decent enough question Spence.”

“So what? Did you think I would ignore you when we got back? Completely shut you out, not talk to you.” She asks confused.

“You mean like since you started at King High?” I asked bitterly. Her face shown hurt. I knew her reasons for it and I know that remark was bitchy. “Look, sorry it’s just that… I finally got you in my life and I don’t want to loose you because you are scared of what people think. It won’t do your image too good if people see you with me.” I walked over to her and rest my forehead against hers, her arms wrapping around my waist. “I just need to know that things won’t go back to the way they were.” My right hand moves to her face to caress her cheek and she sighs in content.

“I don’t care what people think. I’m not saying that we are going to go to school all couple-y. But you already know that.” That’s true. “But we can go to school as friends, at least for now, at least until I get everything sorted out. Aiden, my family… everything. If people don’t like you hanging around with me, then that’s their loss okay?”

All I could do was nod. She brought her lips to mine, kissing me softly, a kiss of promise, promise that she will sort everything out. I let out a moan of protest when she backed up, but it soon turned into a sneaky smile when her eyes went from me to look up, indicating upstairs, back to me again. She winked before running upstairs, me following closely behind her.

She fell down on the bed, patting the side of it and I crawled over her, kissing her again. I pulled back, looking down at her flushed face before smirking. “We should get some sleep. School tomorrow.” I lay down beside her and she looks at me puzzled.

Before I know it, she has me pinned down, hands above my head and practically growls into me ear, “screw school” before taking the lode in her mouth and sucking it, then biting down on it. A short gasp leaves my mouth before she is on it, kissing me fiercely, frantically, hard and fast.

One of her hands travel down, reaching inside my boxers and she teases my by scratching her nails along the inside of my thigh, my hips bucking unconsciously. “Spence, please.”

“Please what? Tell ya, I never had Ashley Davies down for begging.” She laughs darkly, only turning me on more. My eyes shut as I moan.

“Then don’t make me.”

“But it’s so much fun.” She says in a preppy cheerleading voice. “Now again, please what?”

“Please… make love to me.” Her expression quickly changes, from the raw, hard, lust filled ‘fuck me’ that she was expecting me to say, to one of love and tenderness. She gently kissed me again before her middle finger slid through my folds, a breathless moan fighting to stay where it was.

She played around my centre for a bit, getting use to the feel, what turns me on more, what brings me the most pleasure… yet little did she know, anywhere she touched me burnt a fire inside me.

She moved her mouth to nibble on my neck, and let my hands go, moving her other to explore the rest of my body. My hips started grinding into her when she moved her thigh between mine.

The rest of the night went on like this, soft explorations, making love, never fucking. After our pleasure, laying down drifting off into a peaceful sleep, waiting for tomorrow to come. Waiting for school.

Somehow, it felt like everything would be okay. But I’ll try not to jinx it.