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Soreness cries all over my body as the lustrous sun pierces through the glass windows, and interrupts my sleepy eyes. I feel a hard pressure on top of my chest and I feel remarkably light weighted, almost as if..I'm not wearing...any clothes. I dart my eye open and I'm welcomed by Kyle's messy but yet gorgeous hair tickling under my chin. That's right, I remember, Kyle stayed the night and things got hot and heavy overnight. I try to gently move his head away from my exposed breasts but quickly stop when I hear him groan. Not only is his head on my chest, his whole body is pinning me down on my tortured double bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" he mumbles as I try to slide my bare leg off the bed and grab onto my morning robe that's hung up on the wall only a few centimetres away from me.

"I was just reaching for my robe, but you had me pinned down pretty hard on the bed."

"Well maybe if you didn't erotically seduce me last night, they'll be no reason for you to be pinned down today," he huskily remarks with his deep sexy voice.

It's true what they say. A boy's sleepy voice is seriously the sexist shit ever!

"What can I say? You bring out my hidden desires."

He smiles at me then reaches up and strokes the side of my face. Then flops his hands back down and attempts to close his eyes again. Oh no you don't!

"You're not seriously thinking of going bed are you?" He groans and turns his head away from me. "Kyle! What if my Mom comes in?!"

"Well then you can hide me underneath your silky satin covers," he mumbles.

"Has anyone ever told you, you're pretty hilarious co-." I pause and freeze when I hear footsteps approaching the door.

"Sasha!" I hear the prostitute whore call from outside my room.

Oh shit! she's coming in. I look around for options, but only one pops into my head. He can't see him, he can't see him! I quickly shove Kyle off the bed so he lands with a loud thump on the floor then drag the covers to hide my naked self, just as my Mom enters the room. God! She could of at least knocked. She looks different, her hair is up, she's in her sleeping gown and she's holding out the house phone to me.

"Lara on the phone," she quietly whispers as she indicates the phone with her long pointy finger. I stare at her, not breathing a word. "Well then come and get it," she snaps.

"I can't! I'm kind of...low in clothes," I quietly whisper in embarrassment and I can hear the faint sound of Kyle sniggering from the floor. Yeah! He knows best to stay there.

She kisses her teeth then throws the phone towards me. I tuck the covers underneath my chin so my hands are free for me to catch the smooth, cold phone. She quickly exits the room and shuts it behind her just as Kyle pops up from the floor with his jeans already on. I hold the phone up to my ear then push a strand of hair behind it. "Hello?"

"Hey honey, I haven't spoken to you for a while. How have you been?" Lara screams down the phone. Don't worry, I'm getting kind of used to her screaming for no reason.

"Um yeah I'm fine thanks. Just getting up and ready for school."

Kyle crawls onto the bed with a lascivious smirk on his hot face. He bites his lip at me and I can't help but smirk at him back, completely unaware that I'm still on the phone to my best friend. He slides himself under the blanket then slowly moves his hand up and down my leg, around my shin and calve muscles.

"So I actually called to tell you that I have my audition today after school," she explains to me.

Kyle's fingers have now moved up to my thigh apex and his mouth is attacking my neck in all sorts of ways. Ahh! Why does he do this to me?

"Erm ye-yeah what about it?" I stutter as Kyle gently sucks on my neck and his fingers hover around my sex temple.

"Well I was hoping that you could come with me?" she continues.

I hear her, but I don't listen. Kyle's skillful fingers has taken me to a whole new place. He gently rubs his fingers against me and I can't help but let out a small moan.

"Sasha? Are you okay? You seem distracted..."

"Yeah! I'm fine just..." I pause again while Kyle sucks on the soft spot. I pull the phone away from my ear then cover it with my other hand. "Stop!" I sharply snarl at Kyle. He can't help but laugh at my pain and suffering. Very sadistic of him.

"Sorry Lara, what was you saying?" I return to the phone.

"Erm yeah, would you be able to come to my audition?" she repeats herself.

"Yeah sure!" I quickly reply trying to make her hang up as soon as possible. Kyle takes no prisoners and quickly eases two fingers inside me so I let out a painful but yet pleasurably scream, "Ah! Shit!"

"Shit! What's wrong?" Lara questions me down the phone.

Kyle finds a slow soothing rhythm to his fingers and gently kisses my chest.

"Oh just saw a spider-Fuck! I'll see you in school I really have to go!" My body starts to burn as Kyle wickedly starts to move faster in order to make me scream down the phone. Why does he do this to me? Sensational torture, I would call it. My hips lift up from the bed and Lara won't stop babbling down the phone. I try to push Kyle off me but unfortunately only one hand is free, therefore it's pretty impossible. My legs can't control themselves as I feel the blazing crave for more inside me and Kyle's intense breathing ringing down my sore ear.

"But you have to promise me you'll make it," she demands down the phone.

I can feel my forehead heating up, in sync with my body. Kyle grinds his leg against mine while his fingers move at a rapid pace. The high-pitched moan escapes my lips once again. Gosh! Why can't the bitch just hang up? My eyes roll to the back and my own breathing intensifies as my hips move repeatedly on and off the bed. It's like I'm having an exorcism, but it ain't no motherfucking demon causing it. Its my hothead sex-crazed boyfriend making my body betray its own subtleness and purity. "Yeah yeah sure!" I impatiently reply down the phone.

Shit! fuck, fuck, fuck! Kyle was right! He's so good with his hands. A bit too good...

"You have to promise Sasha," she calmly states.

"Yeah, you have to promise Sasha," Kyle huskily whispers down my other ear with a hint of laughter in his voice while his fingers are still moving speedily inside me.

"Yeah I promise! Bye!" I quickly shriek before I hang up then slam my phone on the bed.

At this point my body has consumed so much pleasure I could combust any moment. I grip hard onto the sheets, briefly close my eyes and let the sexual delight soak in. Kyle sure knows his satisfaction standards. I can feel the quick rush of the liquid inside me and the speedy tingle overtake my body. My blood boils and my muscles can rip through my skin at any point now. He suddenly pulls his skillful fingers out leaving me un-satisfied and still dripping wet for him to finish his erotic process. "Why did you stop? Please don't stop! You can't stop like that" I pant, trying to force his hands back on me but he fails to respond.

"Baby girl, I love it when you beg me." Yes! I'm begging right now! "And I also love to see you suffer with pleasure." he continues.

"Why do you do this to me?!" I shriek in agony and defeat.

"Because it really turns me on. You. There. Naked. Begging For Me."

What a sadistic little motherfucker! You are so going to regret this, but right now I need a shower...

I narrow my eyes at him then angrily get up from the bed, throw on my robe and head for the door. "I'm going to have a shower. Sneak out the window then wait for me in the car. And try not to get caught," I annoyingly command, the only slight of dominance I've felt all morning.

I exit the room then enter the bathroom. I have a quick shower, wear my matching pink lace bra and panties then roam my wardrobe for something decent to wear to school. I pull out a black lace shirt then accompany that with a a pink high-waisted poof skirt that goes above my knees and shows a bit of my thighs off. I reach under my bed and pull out a pair of pink pumps with a bow at front, switch on my straighteners; wait for it to heat up then quickly straighten a strand a time. I grab my Paul's Botique bag, a bit of mascara and a bit of lip gloss for my pouty smoochers and I'm out the door like a hurricane before I can bump into that prostitute whore for a Mom. I sneak to the back where Kyle's car is parked. I strut towards the car then swiftly slide inside the front seat.

"You look..." he starts. I look...? "You look good," he calmly says, clearing his throat then starting the engine.

Just good? Seriously?

We drive to the school even though we both know we're like two hours late, and we all know why. The thought of it makes my cheeks flush the same first color of the rainbow a little and of course, Kyle and his beady wolf eyes notice. He keeps his eyes on the road and drives at a steady pace. My tummy starts aching and it's probably because I haven't had any breakfast. We pull up to the school then make our way up to reception. The hot blond receptionist hangs up her phone then turns to her computer. We approach her high desk and she stares at Kyle through her black glasses then parts her soft pink lips. She looks really young, probably early twenties, roughly twenty one?

I don't know...

"Names?" she softly asks as she keeps her eyes away from Kyle and her cheeks radiate a warm rosy color.

She's not seriously gushing over my man is she?

"Kyle Carlson and Sasha Pierce," Kyle bravely replies. And she flushes some more as her manicured fingers type away on her computer. Yes Kyle! I'm more than capable to tell her my own name.

"I'm marking you both in as extremely late but right now you both have Business in room BU4," she informs us as she presses the buzzer so that we can go through the door and enter the actual school premises.

"She so has a crush on you," I quietly murmur to Kyle as he heads for the door.

"Who doesn't?" he replies before he holds the door open for me so I can walk through.

"She so has a crush on you," she quietly murmurs to me. With a hint of jealousy if I didn't know any better. But what can I say? I am Kyle Carlson! I don't blame her for gushing.

"Who doesn't?" I reply, holding the door open for her, then watching as she cautiously walks through it, then I briskly follow behind.

We quickly make our way to class, knowing perfectly well that we're late as it is already. I peer through the window and notice that there is no way for us to sneak in. I slowly wrap my arm around her waist which makes her flinch a little. I tend to have that kind of affect on girls. She grasps her hand over the handle and pushes the door open with me close by her side. Her sweet frangrance travels up my nostrils and leaves me with a stinging sensation. We quietly step into the room and the whole attention turns to us. Sasha freezes and a large smirk grows on my face when I notice all those flustered girls. I know all the girls have a thing for me.-Yeah but you, Mr Calson, only have a thing for Sasha!

"And can you explain why the both of you are late to my lesson?" Ms Drayton snarls at us. I lock eyes with her then raise my eyebrow. I peer at Sasha and she opens her mouth to respond. This should be interesting...

"Well th-the thing is that we um...just..um," she stutters.

Aww bless her. I can't help but let the little scoff escape me. Ms Drayton glares at Sasha with her chin tucked close to her chest and her arms crossed in front.

"The thing is what Sasha? Speak up so the rest of the class can hear," she orders one more time. I turn to the class whose eyes are glued to the pair of us.

Time for a little exploring.... I move my hands away from her waist then slowly and reluctantly slide my fingers up the back of her exposed thigh. I feel her body temperature increase immaculately and her legs start to tremble. Her explanation becomes stuttered and Ms Drayton does not look impressed. I pull my body a bit closer to her and my hand continues to snake up her skirt so it rides up. I'm surprised no one's noticed yet, I love getting Sasha into trouble, especially when she's feeling horny like right now. Her breathing intensifies as she struggles with her clarification. I want her right now. I see she wants to be brave by not flinching one bit yeah? Lets see how far she can go.

"Miss Pierce I'm still waiting!" Ms Drayton growls.

Two can play the same game right?

I shift my hand closer up her thigh until I finally reach the curve of her cheek.I compress my fingers tightly around it which makes her squeal in horror. She snaps her head around at me and glares at me with her hot flushed face. I raise my eyebrow, stretch the corner of my lips to a smirk then hold my hands up in innocence.

"I'm sorry Ms Drayton, the highway just had a little traffic jam." I quickly save the day. Ms Drayton snaps her focus to me then presents me with a sweet smile as her cheeks flush a little. Yep! She's definitely a M.I.L.F.

She gestures for us to take our seats, so we both quickly do. "Are you not going to thank me for saving you the lecture, once again?" I smartly breathe down her neck as she makes her way to her computer where a very flushed Lara is sitting. She swerves her head around and her bleak eyes glare at me. "My fucking hero."

She turns on her heel and takes her place next to Lara and they immediately start chatting. My eyes follow her sexy strut to her seat and I can't help but smirk at my pissed princess.The lesson ends quick. Every time I turn to glance at Sasha, she attempts to ignore by turning her head the other way and avoiding eye contact with me. This is so cute of her...The bell rings which means the lesson's over and I decide to wait for her. "Dude, who you waiting for?" Jamie asks me as he approaches with Danny, Keiron and Maxine.

I quickly glance at Sasha who's focused on shoving all her books in her bag then turn back to Jamie and reply, "No one." My stomach starts to ache as if someone's just given me a hard blow, my throat begins the burning process. What is this feeling? It's not guilt is it? Ah fuck! Sasha how do you make me feel like this?

I slowly slug behind the gang out the classroom. "So?" Jamie elongates the 'o' with curiosity in his eyes. I screw my eyebrows at him then shrug my shoulders in confusion. "What you talking about Jamie?" My voice disappears to a whisper as we walk further away from the classroom. Further away from my princess.

"You came in late with Sasha which obviously means you two got it on yesterday," Danny interrupts as he nudges my arm with a smug look on his face.

Ahh she is the best! It felt so...magical...un-real...enchanting...I felt her warmth and I felt her love. Danny impatiently snaps his fingers in front of face, only for me to remember what he's just asked me.

"Oh, yeah she was such an easy lay."

My throat aches a little more and my heart leaps into my mouth. Why is my body betraying my words? I'm Kyle Carlson for God's sake! I don't have a conscious, especially not one towards guilt.

"So when you planning on breaking up with her? Before she ends it with you?" Jamie questions me with anticipation.

My heart is begging me to quit the lies but my head is beckoning me to die a little more inside for the sake of my reputation. "Dude, you know I never let a girl friend-zone me. I'll probably end it with her by the end the week. She's starting to bore me anyway." Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!

"I see you haven't lost your touch Kyle!" Keiron jeers as he softly punches my arm and I plaster on a fake smile even though my heart is frowning.

We continue to walk down the busy corridor until I feel Maxine grab onto my wrist and stop me at my tracks. I smirk at her and she's not impressed. Her gorgeous green eyes pierces through me and her lips scrunch up in an unpleasant manner. I've known this girl since kindergarten and I hate to admit but I had such a huge crush for her, until I finally asked her out in the sixth grade and she rejected me. Yes I was shattered but I quickly got over it when I found out a few years later that we were both interested in the same kind of things. I liked the juicy round melons and so did she. She played for the other team but that's never stopped me from staying close to her.

"What's wrong Max?"

She smiles then shakes her head from side to side in disapproval, making her dimples concave her round cheeks. "Kyle, who are you trying to impress?" she hisses as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. I look around in confusion then tightly knot my eyebrows together. "I don't know what you're talking about," I honestly reply.

"Don't play dumb with me, I know you better then you know yourself and I know you have feelings for this girl." I open my mouth to protest but she quickly continues."I haven't finished. Look you might fooling all these little straight girls Carlson but you're not fooling me," she snarls with her blazing eyes.

She's right...I know she is...why can't I just admit to my own feelings? I stare blankly into her eyes and my throat aches a little more.

"Look Max-"

"Save it for someone who'll love you for the Kyle Carlson I used to know. Not this bad boy player act you put up for the jocks and the cheerleaders. Well listen her baby, you keep up with that act and they're all gonna take your money just like that bitch Lara did. Be thankful that you've met a girl who truly cares you and no matter how much you want to deny it, we both know you care about her too."

Well shit! She could be my sub-concious! I freeze and let her words soak in. This is not even a joking matter anymore, everything she's just said to me made sense. She turns her head to the side and I follow her intense eyes to meet my beautiful princess in the far corner chatting with Lara, Texas, Callum and a few other girls. "Go get your girl Kyle," she quietly murmurs with a sweet reassuring smile on her angelic face.

I could kiss her! But I know she won't really approve of that. I quickly smile back then march up towards my princess, she locks eyes with me and I just want to make her feel loved for a change...

I rotate my head to the side and lock eyes with the boy who makes my whole world disappear around me. He marches towards me with pure passion and intense in his eyes. It happens so quick, I'm pushed hard against the lockers and his lips slowly collide with my lips. I close my eyes then slowly raise my hands up to his hair as he's hands settle on my waist. He pulls away breathless then smirks at me. "You mean the world to me Sasha," he softly breathes down my ear.

I try extremely hard to catch my breath then quickly reply, "You are everything to me Kyle." He pushes his body off me and we both notice all the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, especially Lara's. I feel so embarrassed so I decide to distract myself by playing with my fingers.

"Well Kyle that was quite an entrance," Texas snarls as she crosses her arms in a disgusted manner.