I woke up in Daniel's bed, but he was nowhere to be found. I found that I was not in my clothes anymore. I just had on an oversized t-shirt and my underwear. I threw the blanket off me and walked out of the room. I heard things clanking in the kitchen so I assumed he was there. His back was turned to me.

"Hi," I said.

He turned to face me quickly, before returning his attention to a frying pan. "Good morning. I'm cooking breakfast. Do you want some?"

"What are you cooking?"

"Bacon, eggs, and pancakes."

"Just some bacon."

"How are you feeling?" He said, adding some bacon to the pan.

"Fine."

"Are you really?"

"I guess. Now that I got it out, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest." I leaned over the counter. "Um, where are my clothes?"

"In the dryer. They were wet from the rain and I didn't want you to get sick. They should be done by now. Sorry if it was weird. I tried to wake you up but you weren't..."

"It's okay. Thank you," I interrupted.

"It's nothing really."

"No," I walked over to him. "I just mean for everything."

"Oh," he looked down at me. "No problem."

I reached up to kiss him and he kissed me back. This one was different. It was laced with passion. He broke the kiss to turn off the stove and picked me up connecting our lips once again. He walked to his room and sat me down on the bed.

He just looked at me for a couple of seconds before sighing. "What's wrong," I asked.

"I'm not sure about doing this while you're in this state."

"It's fine," I reassured him. "I want to."

I brought his lips back down to meet mine and he wrapped a hand around my back. Standing up, he took off his shirt and I took off mine. We laid down and he kissed down my body and came back up. If there was one thing he knew how to do, he knew how to make me feel good. He nibbled on my neck a bit but came back up before he could make a mark. He unclipped my bra and kissed my chest. He pulled down my panties and pulled down his pants.

He was about to put on a condom when I stopped him, "I'm on the pill."

"You sure?" I nodded. He slipped himself inside me and groaned.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Instead of his normal speed, he gave me long slow strokes. It was like he was trying to be gentle, but it felt so good. Arching my back into him, I let out a whimper.

"Shit," he growled. It just turned me on even more.

He looked me in the eyes before leaning down to connect our lips. He kissed me as if I were a glass that could break at any second. Everything he did felt different than before. It felt more passionate and loving. And I couldn't get enough. He used his fingers to start playing with my pulsing bud as he moved inside of me. I dug my fingers into his back.

"Oh my gosh!"

I wonder if this is what making love feels like. If it is, I want it all the time. Actually, no. I just want him all of the time. I know I don't have much experience and he's the only guy I've ever slept with, but I just know that no one else could make me feel this way. No one would be able to hold me the way he could. Or comfort me like him. Or make me get flustered. Or calm... comfortable... safe... make me feel this good.

He was just perfect.

If I had to choose my ideal guy it would be him.

Before I realized it I had reached my peak. He pulled out of me and I flipped over on my stomach and took him in my mouth. It didn't take him long to finish as well. I came back up and sat on my knees. I just looked at him. His eyes had an intensity to them as if he were trying to read me.

I wish I could read his mind.

"Stop staring at me," he said, mocking my voice.

"That's not how I sound," I smiled.

"I think my impression was pretty spot-on."

"It wasn't."

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?"

"A hundred dollars."

"Hell no!"

"That's because you know I sound like you."

I elevated myself on my knees and grabbed his shoulders pushing on his pressure points. "No you don't," I said threateningly.

"Ah! Okay. Okay. Fine, I sound nothing like you. But I can."

"Do it then." He started moaning in a high-pitch voice. "Oh, shut up!" I pushed him back.

He tackled me into the bed and showered me with kisses all down my body and I couldn't help but laugh. "Do I need to prove it to you? Cause I can make you do it again."

"I may have to take you up on that offer." I kissed his neck and suddenly my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was my mom.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Where are you?" She asked. She sounded worried or distressed.

"At Chloe's house. Why?"

"I'm home."

"Already?" I stood up.

"Yes. Come home, please. Something happened."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Lydia. Just come home."

"Okay. I'm on my way."

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I stuck my keys in the door, turned them, and walked in. "Mom!"

"I'm in the kitchen," she responded. I walked into the kitchen and she was leaning on the counter. "Where were you?"

"I already told you. Chloe's house."

"The truth, Lydia."

"What are you talking about?" Did she know? No. How would she?

"Victoria sent me something while I was away."

"What?"

"She told me you were having sex with your teacher. Her husband."

"What?"

"Is it true?" I didn't respond. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me the truth, Lydia." I still didn't say anything. I was so shocked Victoria would actually do that. "She sent me a video."

My eyes widened, "Mom..."

"What the hell, Lydia!"

"Mom, I..."

"Is he forcing you to do this? Do I need to call the police?"

"No. Just calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down! What the hell were you thinking? Lydia, this isn't like you!"

"Well, then maybe you don't know what I'm like anymore," I whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not that big of a deal. You were basically encouraging me to lose my virginity."

"You lost your virginity to him?" Shit! She was screaming at this point. "If you were going to have sex I wanted you to have sex with someone your own age. How many times did you do it with him?"

"Only a couple."

"How many times!" I had never seen her this mad. She was fuming and her whole body was tense.

"It's not that serious."

"Yes, it is. I'm going to report him to the school." She reached for her phone.

"Mom, no!" I snatched her phone out of her hand.

"Lydia, you have three seconds to give me back my phone."

"You're overreacting. You know I'm a good kid. Don't you think I can make the decision of who I want to have sex with myself?"

"Clearly, you can't! Give me back my phone now!"

"Please don't get him in trouble. It was my fault."

"You both were old enough to know better. And his poor wife."

"She was cheating on him too. He already filed for divorce."

"That doesn't make it any better! You did exactly what your father did to me. Do you want to end up like him?"

I went silent. The fact that she even compared me to him disgusted me. That was the worst thing she ever could've said to me. "Why would you say that to me," I said, my voice cracking. Her face dropped. I think what she said finally sank in.

"Lydia, I didn't..." I dropped her phone on the floor and ran outside to my car. "Lydia," she yelled, chasing after me. "Lydia, I'm sorry!"

I got in my car and quickly drove off. I knew exactly where I needed to go.