School, Sex and Secrets II (School, Sex and Secrets #2)

by Sheila Michelle

  I smiled while I walked up to my room with the bouquet, and I was glad that he didn’t order these from the same place that Brad had gotten his from because I could’ve imagined what the people preparing the cards would’ve been thinking. But I thought this was very sweet of him to send these to me, and wondered if Brad knew that he was going to. I walked into my room and looked at the beautiful bouquet of flowers that I already had in a vase that Brad had sent to me during class. I got another vase and put Marc’s in them right next to Brad’s, and then got on my phone to call him.

  “Hey, Vanessa. What’s up, baby?” Marc said.

  “Hey, Marc. I just wanna let you know that I just got the beautiful flowers that you sent me. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, baby, I’m glad you like them.”

  “Does Brad know that you sent these to me?”

  He paused. “No, he doesn’t.”

  “You know he sent me flowers that were delivered to me during Senior English today, right?”

  “Yeah, I know. He told me he was gonna send some to you. I thought that I would do the same thing since I had just as much of a good time as he did. I didn’t wanna send them to you at school, though.”

  “Thanks for respecting me and Brad’s relationship, Marc.”

  “No problem, baby.”

  We sat in silence for a few seconds.

  “So have you given any thought to the two of us seeing each other in secret?” he asked.

  I knew he was gonna ask me this. “Marc, I just don’t know. I have to admit I have a very powerful sexual attraction towards you, and that was proven that night . . . but we can’t keep having sex.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry I keep talking like this. I won’t ask you again about it.”

  I hope not, I thought. “It’s okay,” I said. I was hoping that he really meant that he was sorry and wouldn’t ask me about us seeing each other in secret anymore because I just couldn’t see that happening.

  “Well, I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay. Thanks again for the flowers.”

  “No problem, baby. Bye now.”

  “Bye, Marc,” I replied, and then hung up the phone. I sighed deeply. Now I started to regret it about what we did on Saturday night because Saturday night was just that, Saturday night. We all agreed that we couldn’t continue to have sexual relations with one another after that night, and I wanted to hold up my end to that because I knew that Brad and Ava were gonna hold up their end to it as well.

  CHAPTER 31

  The doorbell rang at Lisa’s home. She looked out the peephole — it was John — she smiled as she opened the door. “Hey, come on in.”

  “Hey, Lisa,” he said while he walked in with his backpack.

  “We can go upstairs to my room.”

  “That’s cool,” he said, and then followed her up the stairs.

  They walked into her room where there was pop music playing and her desk was all clear for them to study on.

  John put his backpack down as he looked around the room at the pictures of Brad that she still had plastered all over her walls. “Why do you still have pictures of Brad on your walls?”

  “Because I still have feelings for him, John. You know how long I was with him; it’s not easy to let go. I’m not over him yet, and in actuality, I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

  He looked at her as he nodded; he sat down. “I don’t think he’s gonna leave Vanessa to get back with you, Lisa. After all, we both know that she was the one that he wanted all along.”

  She looked at him as she started to get very mad. “Don’t say that fuckin’ shit, John! Okay?! I still have very strong feelings for Brad and he has them for me! If he didn’t, we would not have made love that night at that party at the lake. He doesn’t like Vanessa as much as he claims that he does because if he did, he would not of did what he did with me! And we’ve seen each other a few times after that so you don’t know what you’re talking about so just shut the fuck up!”

  “Whoa! Chill! I mean it. I know this is your house and I didn’t mean to upset you, okay?”

  “I am upset, John! And can you blame me?! I mean, look at all the shit that has happened this year so far! Brad and I fuckin’ break up, and Natalie is murdered and we still don’t know who the fuck killed her! And then Ken and Veronica are both killed when Brad’s SUV that they were in went off of a cliff on a rainy night . . . this has just been too much for me to fuckin’ handle, John! It’s driving me crazy! And then Brad sends Vanessa a big fuckin’ bouquet of flowers to her Senior English class when he knows that I’m in that class with her! I know he did that on purpose! What the fuck was he trying to tell me by doing that, huh?! That we aren’t getting back together and that he’s gonna stay with her?! I’m tired, John, I’m tired of all of this fuckin’ shit! I’m tired of being hurt! I’m tired of people being killed! I’m just so fuckin’ sick of it!”

  He continued to stare at her as he saw for himself just how upset she really was. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I’m sorry about everything.”

  She looked at him as she wiped tears from her eyes. “What? What are you so sorry about, John?”

  He realized what he’d just said. “Um . . . well, about everything that’s been going on. It’s been rough for all of us. I can see how hard your breakup with Brad has been on you. Brad doesn’t care about anyone but his own happiness. And he thought Vanessa was gonna make him so happy and it looks like she is, but she also cheated on him with me a few weeks after being officially his girlfriend, and now he cheated on her with you. You know that Marc told me after Brad found out that she’d did that, he was gonna break up with the bitch and try to get back with you?”

  She looked at him. “He said that?”

  He smiled. “Yeah, that’s what Marc told me that he’d said,” he lied, knowing that Marc never told him that.

  “Well, I’ll believe it when he does. I’m tired, John, I’m just so tired of everything. Marie just seems more and more distant from me — like she doesn’t wanna do anything because she’s so paranoid about being killed by the person that killed Natalie. It’s just been really fucked up, John. You’re the only person that I feel that I can talk to right now,” she sobbed.

  Yeah, that bitch better be afraid of me. She’s lucky that I haven’t killed her yet, and that’s only because she’s been complying with me, he thought. He looked at her. “It has been fucked up, Lisa. I’m glad that you feel that you can talk to me, especially when no one seems to wanna talk to you anymore since you and Brad broke up.”

  She nodded at him with a smile as she wiped tears from her eyes.

  They continued to look at each other . . . and start kissing.

  He slowly took his right hand and put it underneath her skirt, and then went in between her legs as he started rubbing her hot spot, and this instantly turned her on as she started to let out a pleasing moan. “Damn, you sound good,” he said while he looked at her as he continued to do it.

  “Because it feels good, John,” she said, and then took off her panties and opened her legs wider.

  He smiled. “Feeling a little better?” he asked, as he continued on.

  “Yeah, I am,” she replied, as she breathed heavy.

  “Do you wanna get in bed?”

  She looked at him. “Yeah, we might as well.”

  They took off all of their clothes and got into her bed.

  He began kissing her all over her body, and then went between her legs and started tongue-massaging her hot spot and everywhere around it.

  “John . . . oh, shit!” she said.

  “You like this, baby?” he asked.

  “Fuck yeah I do!” she said with her eyes closed as she smiled.

  He smiled, and then continued.

  “I’m gonna cum, John,” she warned as she breathed heavy.

  “Go ahead, baby.”

  She began to moan loud.

  He got up and smiled at her. “You liked that, baby?”

 
“Fuck yeah, I did! You do it just as good as Brad!”

  He grinned. “I’ve heard that before.”

  “From who?”

  “Vanessa.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Of course. So, do you want the favor returned?”

  He grinned. “It’s only natural.”

  She grinned back at him. “I knew you were gonna say that.”

  They laughed.

  He continued to look at her as he grinned again. “You know, to this day, Brad still doesn’t know that I’ve been involved with you off and on since sophomore year.”

  “And he still doesn’t have to know shit, especially since we’re not together anymore.”

  “But you two were when we were doing it, Lisa.”

  “Yeah, I know, John. It’s still a secret, and I want it to stay that way.”

  “And it will. I never asked you, have you ever been involved with Marc?”

  She looked at him. “No. I’m not attracted to Marc — he’s an arrogant ass who thinks he’s just as great as Brad. I mean, him and Brad are practically tied in popularity at school, but Brad’s looks and money will always have him as the most popular guy in Rosemont school history. Why do you ask?”

  “No reason — just wondering.”

  “Oh. So, do you want your dick sucked or not?”

  “Of course I do!” he chuckled.

  She chuckled. “Do you want me to use a condom because I do have some?”

  “No, you don’t have to.”

  They switched places.

  She got down on him and graciously returned the favor.

  “Damn, baby . . . that’s it . . . you’re doing it even better . . . shit, baby, here it comes,” he said, and then let out a loud moan.

  “I always know that I do it right when that happens!” she said with a grin.

  He laughed. “Yeah, that’s always a strong indicator!”

  She laughed as she got out of bed. “I have to use the bathroom. Do you want me to get you something to drink?”

  “No thanks,” he replied in a serious tone.

  She looked at him at the way he’d said this, but didn’t say anything. She left the room.

  Minutes later, he smiled at her as she got back in bed with him. They sat in silence for a few seconds. He once again gazed around at the pictures she had of Brad on her wall. “Lisa, how come you want Brad back so bad?”

  “Because like I told you a million times, I still have feelings for him, John. I just don’t think he belongs with Vanessa.”

  “Neither do I. I have to admit, Lisa, it feels weird being in this bed with you when I know that Brad had probably been in it a million times.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, it seemed like he had. Just like how many times I’ve been in his.”

  “I wanna fuck your pussy now,” he said out of the blue, obviously wanting to change the subject.

  She smiled. “Love that dirty talk! Do what you need to do, baby.”

  “Damn, you sound so good saying that!” he said, and then put on a condom and went inside of her.

  She began to moan louder as she had her eyes closed. “Mmmm . . . fuck that pussy, baby!”

  “Damn! You sound so fuckin’ good saying that! I love it when a girl talks dirty like that while I’m fucking her,” he said as he went faster. He was satisfied for the second time just a few minutes apart. “Damn! That felt good!” He took off the condom.

  “It did,” she said with a smile.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, with the condom very secure in his hand.

  “I’ll be here,” she said.

  He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He threw the condom in the toilet and flushed it, thoroughly washed his hands, and then got back in bed with her.

  “So . . . I was thinking,” she said while she looked up at the ceiling.

  He turned and looked at her. “About what?”

  “About Vanessa.”

  He was very curious now! “What about Vanessa?”

  “I think something needs to be done about her.”

  He gave her a very serious look. “I think you’re a hundred percent right. So, what do you have in mind?”

  She looked at him as she gave him a very mischievous smile.

  CHAPTER 32

  Brad and I flew down the road in his million-dollar car as we were on our way to a fancy restaurant on a Saturday night. Ava was riding with Marc in Brad’s brand new SUV and were meeting us there. Brad said that he wanted to treat us all to a fancy dinner as a thank-you for going through with the BF3P last week, even though in reality, I was the only one who had second thoughts about doing it.

  Brad held up my hand and kissed it. “I can’t believe it’s been exactly one week since we had that wild, steamy sex party — I haven’t been able to concentrate this whole week on anything thinking about it.”

  I smiled at him. “Yeah, it’s hard to forget it. I thought about it a lot, too — how can I not? I mean, you talk about living out our fantasies and then some? It was nice, but I don’t think I’ll ever do anything like that again.”

  He grinned at me — but didn’t say anything.

  I looked down at my phone since I received a text — it was from Marc. Can’t wait 2 C U 2 night;)

  “Who just texted you?” he asked.

  “Ava,” I lied with a smile as I erased it.

  “Just wanted to see what you’re wearing, huh?”

  “Well, I showed her what I was wearing, but she said she wanted her outfit to be a surprise to me so I have to wait until we get to the restaurant. She bought a whole bunch of clothes — expensive ones — earlier this week. I wonder where she got the money from since she’s always talking about how broke she is and she only works at the store twice a week now.”

  He stared straight ahead. “Well, maybe she’s been saving.” What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, he thought, as he thought back to Monday when he gave Ava almost $7,000 for having sex with him again.

  “Ava? I doubt that!” I chuckled.

  He laughed as well, and then held up my hand once again and kissed it.

  We arrived at the restaurant and pulled up to the valet. I smiled as I saw Ava and Marc waiting for us since they had Brad’s SUV already valet parked. They saw us and walked towards our car.

  A valet attendant opened my door and I stepped out. I gasped at Ava’s outfit. “Ava! That outfit is hot as hell! I saw that gorgeous top on the designer’s website! It’s $950!”

  She laughed. “I know! I just had to have it! It’s so gorgeous! Just look at the beaded work on it! I’ll wear it for years to come even though it’s very trendy!”

  Brad and Marc smiled at us as we all walked up to the restaurant.

  “You two look like Canyon Ranch girls,” Brad said with a grin.

  “Well, you spoil me like one!” I replied with a smile.

  We all laughed as we entered the restaurant.

  Brad told the hostess that we had reservations and we were seated right away. It was at a booth-style table and was the best view in the restaurant. I sat between Brad and Marc, and Ava sat next to Marc. I knew that Marc was happy that I sat next to him, and I did so because I didn’t want it to look like I was uncomfortable around him, especially after the way we got down at the party last week.

  “This restaurant is nice as hell. I don’t even think my parents have ever been here — too expensive!” Ava said.

  We all laughed.

  “I’m surprised they have these type of tables here,” Marc said with a grin.

  “You’ll be surprised at how many expensive restaurants have them, as well as bars,” Brad replied.

  We all nodded in agreement.

  Brad looked around at all of us. “Damn, we all look damn good tonight!”

  Once again, we all laughed.

  “We all looked damn good last week, too,” Marc said with a grin.

  We all laughed hard!

  People turned and looked at us.

  “Okay, let�
�s try to keep it down, you guys — people are staring at us. We don’t wanna look like a bunch of immature, wild teens,” I said.

  “Well, that’s what we are! Especially around this time last week!” Ava said.

  Brad and Marc busted out laughing!

  “Ava!” I said as I laughed, “Stop!”

  “I agree with Ava!” Marc said, and then put his arm around her for a second.

  “So do I!” Brad said as he continued to laugh.

  “Why am I not surprised?” I said with a grin.

  The waitress came to our table and gave us our menus, and asked us what we wanted to drink.

  “Some hard liquor,” Marc said with a grin.

  We all laughed.

  The waitress grinned. “What kind?” she asked him.

  We all looked at her since we couldn’t believe that she’d asked him this since it was obvious that she believed that he was old enough to drink!

  Marc told her what kind with a huge grin on his face.

  The waitress turned to Brad with a big smile. “And you, sir?”

  “I’ll have the same thing that he’s having,” Brad replied with a huge grin.

  “Brad!” I said with a mix of a grin and a surprised look on my face.

  “You got it,” the waitress replied with a smile as she wrote it down. “How about you ladies?”

  “I’ll take a Sex on the Beach,” Ava replied with a chuckle.

  We all busted out laughing!

  “That’s a great drink! One of my favorites!” the waitress replied as she laughed with us. She looked up at me with a smile. “And what about you, sweetie?’

  “Um . . . I’ll just take a soda,” I replied with a smile, and then told her my soda choice.

  “Not a drinker, huh?” she asked with a smile as she wrote it down.

  “Not yet,” I stressed as I smirked at Brad, Ava, and Marc, knowing that they weren’t old enough to be drinking, either.

  “Okay, you guys, I’ll be back with the drinks and then to take your orders,” she replied with a smile.

  We all nodded with a smile as she left the table. Brad, Ava, and Marc started laughing.