My eyes keep darting from her dark blue eyes to her nipples as I finally lower my head and take one into my mouth, licking it.
She moans softly again, wrapping her thighs around my hips and making our crotches come into the closest contact we’ve had yet, since the only barrier left is the thin fabric of our underwear.
She grinds against me and I’m beginning to lose all my resolve to take this slow, so I graze her sensitive nipple with my teeth, making her gasp.
“Oh God!”
She seems to really like it, so my kisses become a little rougher, I use my whole mouth on her soft skin: lips, tongue and teeth, and after showing her tits the devotion they deserve, I travel down her ribs and towards the soft skin of her stomach.
I pepper gentle but hot kisses around the seam of her panties, under her belly button and then grab the sides of the lacy material and begin dragging them down, to expose her completely to me.
She inhales sharply and her eyes darken with something that looks like worry, so I exercise all the restraint I have left and stop.
Her panties are still on, halfway down her hips.
Whether she wants to go all the way or not, I didn't bring any condoms with me, because I simply didn't wanna presume that we’d be doing anything other than having brunch and talking and possibly kissing.
Ok, I was hoping to kiss her a lot but that was all I’d allowed myself to wish for.
Aubrey isn't shy in any way but there's something in the way she conducts herself that tells me that she doesn't hookup randomly with a different guy every weekend.
So I do the only thing I can possibly think of and ask her if this is ok: this is fucking uncharted territory for me, the girls I’m used to hooking up with are way more assertive and normally by now I’d be pounding into her, in search of my release.
But with her it's different.
Of course I wanna come, but it isn't only about me, I want her to get as much pleasure as I will from being together.
“Princess, I wanna taste you. Is that ok? I wanna kiss you and lick you and make you come.”
Her eyes widen, as if my words come as a surprise and I become suspicious that this might be completely new to her.
“Aubrey, is this your first time?”
She blushes and nods.
“Oh, fuck! Are you a vir—”
“No. I’ve had sex before. Once. But he never ...”
She looks down, towards my hands, still holding her panties on their way down.
“No one’s ever gone down on you?”
She shakes her head and this time, I don't wait for her permission, I take her panties off and lower my head onto her soft, smooth skin.
She's wet, so fucking wet!
I wanna tease her a bit and I begin kissing on both sides, around her centre, making her breathing speed up.
I know where I should kiss her but I wanna give her time to get used to the feeling of my mouth on her, so I work around that perfect little nub, using mostly my lips to kiss her skin, breathing softly on her at the same time.
When I begin using my tongue, licking from her opening all the way up to my target, she gasps softly and I know she's ready.
My first lick was soft, light, with almost no pressure but now I start licking her more intensely, my tongue delivering firm brushes against her soft centre.
When I feel that particular spot harden under my mouth, I start to alternate licking and sucking at her and as her hips thrust towards my face, I enter her with one of my fingers, making her cry out and clench around it.
I continue working her with my tongue, moving my finger in and out of her, hearing her breathing become faster and every time I lick her after sucking on her, she moans softly and desperately.
I know she's close because she's so incredibly wet and her inner walls are starting to tighten around my finger, so I keep kissing and licking until she begs:
“Oh my God, Teague, don't stop!”
And then she shudders and I can feel each wave of pleasure claim her in the tightening of her core around me, while our eyes are locked together and I almost lose it too, because I fucking swear that this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
This was really hot and I’m surprised that despite being harder than steel right now, my priority isn't to get her to return the favour but to hold her and kiss her, to feel her body against mine.
When she comes down from her high, Aubrey kisses my lips and says ‘thank you’.
I smile at her, thinking that I really enjoyed what happened and I’m about to tell her, when her hand travels down my chest and stomach to stop on my hard-on.
She closes her hand around it, through my boxer briefs, squeezing gently and I can't stifle a groan because all my senses are on high alert, trying to keep my excitement under control.
What I really want right now, is to flip her on her back and take her, to plunge deep inside of her and not stop until I hear her scream again, until I feel her writhe underneath me.
But aside from the lack of condoms and the fact that she just admitted to having had sex only once, I like her too much to rush things and treat her like every other meaningless hookup.
I know that there's the risk that she might choose Knox or Landon but she doesn't strike me as the meaningless sex kinda girl and I wanna see how things could be, if we take the time to get to know each other.
So I let her explore me with her hands, closing my eyes into her touch when she removes my underwear.
She strokes me as she kisses down my jaw and behind my ear.
I feel her naked body against mine as she's tucked against my side and when I feel myself tighten, ready to explode, I do flip her over and straddle her.
I look into her blue eyes and ask:
“Can I come on your tits?”
8.
The End Of The World
Aubrey
I FELL ASLEEP REPLAYING the hot moment when Teague came on my boobs.
It was warm and I don't think I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my life.
Not that I’ve had any hot moments before yesterday afternoon.
The thing with Devon was exciting until we got to the act itself, which was a huge let down, it was painful and it never felt good.
It didn't even last long enough for me to get used to the feeling of having someone inside of me like that.
I told Teague all of that when he asked me more details about my past, but I just said it was a summer fling, I never mentioned who it was with.
I’m a little mad at myself for doing what Devon asked, since he doesn't really deserve it but if I wanna put that heartbreak behind me, I need to learn to ignore him if I can't forgive him.
And I guess it’d make things pretty awkward between him and Teague, since they play football together.
Teague wanted to stay the night, he swore that he just wanted to hold me in his arms and I believed him, but he got a phone call from his parents who’d been let down by their sitter and didn't wanna cancel their dinner reservation.
He was reluctant to leave me but the storm had passed and the way he talked about his three year old twin brothers was so sweet that I actually liked him even more for being a doting big brother.
I missed out on growing up with Alex but I know that if we had grown up together, despite being only three years apart, he’d have been there for me whenever I needed him.
Teague still called me after he put the twins to bed to tell me how he couldn't stop thinking about me.
It’s completely mutual and his light citrus scent is the first thing I smell when a pair of strong arms hug me from behind while I'm getting my Latin Literature book from my locker.
He places a soft kiss behind my ear and whispers:
“It's the first time ever in my whole school career that I looked forward to Monday morning. You look fucking hot by the way.”
He pulls me backwards, closer against his solid chest and I relish that feeling: he makes me feel excited and protect
ed at the same time.
The first bell rings and I sigh at the idea of not being able to enjoy Teague's hug during class.
“Let’s go, Teague. Ms Webber wants us all in our seats by the second bell.”
When we turn around to start the short walk to class, we notice Knox standing right behind us.
Margaux is looking at us too, she's a few feet behind her brother with her arm looped into Devon’s who's carrying her books.
While Knox seems completely unaffected by the fact that Teague was hugging me, Devon’s green eyes look full of hot blazing anger.
No one says anything until Knox walks up to me and Teague, grabs my hand and places a kiss on my cheek.
“Morning, pretty girl. Let's go or Ms Webber’ll give us extra home work.”
He winks at me and I’m dragged away from a smirking Teague, who obviously doesn't feel challenged or threatened in the slightest by Knox’s PDA.
As we file into class, Ms Webber is already standing by the side of her desk welcoming us all to class.
I know people say that she's a hard ass but I like her: she's tough but fair and she’s one of the few teachers who’s always available to help, it's obvious that she loves her job.
As the last two A-Class students walk in, Ms Webber closes the door just as the second bell announces the beginning of first period.
“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a great weekend. As you all know, this Friday we’ll have our first Latin test which will be the translation of a passage of my choice. Normally, I’d give you a mock test today to practice but I’ve decided to give you that passage to translate at home. As the passage I’ve chosen for Friday’s test has a few difficult verbs, I’ve decided that to prepare, today we’ll have a verb war.”
She proceeds to explain how it works: she'll call on us one by one, starting from the first row and going around the class.
On each round, she’ll pick a verb and she’ll ask each of us how that verb will appear in a random tense and person.
Whoever gets it wrong is out and we’ll continue until only one person remains.
“The winner will have a ‘++’ added to their grade on Friday's test. Now let's begin. The first verb is incipio (Translation: to begin). Mr. Archer: present tense, second person plural, please.”
Devon answers:
“Incipitis, ma’am.”
Ms Webber nods with a smile.
“Correct. Well done.”
Devon shoots me a triumphant look and I roll my eyes: it's fucking Latin, dude! Get over it.
I mean, he has absolutely no right to be jealous when he was the one who didn't wanna have anything to do with me when he saw me again at school. Right?
I’m next and Ms Webber asks:
“Imperative, future. Plural, third person.”
“Incipiunto.”
Ms Webber's smile widens.
“Very well done, Miss Richmond.”
Our teacher fires questions to each of us, going around the class and one by one, people make mistakes and get eliminated as the questions become tougher.
Margaux and I are the last two left.
It's her turn and the question is ‘present infinite tense of incipio’
Margaux’s answer is ‘incipiere’
“Ah, I’m sorry, Miss Marks. Almost there but not quite. If Miss Richmond gets this one right, she’ll be the winner. Aubrey?”
I answer ‘incipere’ and win the competition.
Margaux shrugs at me with a little smile.
“I’ll beat you next time. This’d be the first time that my brother likes a smart girl. He normally likes them as dumb as possible, so he can fuck ‘em and move on.”
I don't understand the elation in Margaux’s voice, especially since she just lost the game but I’m relieved that Ms Webber’s busy putting all her stuff away, as the bell is about to ring.
One thing that our Latin teacher has made crystal clear is that she won't tolerate any foul language during class.
I’ve gotta seriously watch it because I tend to drop ‘F-bombs’ as if there's no tomorrow but Knox’s sister doesn't seem concerned at all that Ms Webber would send her straight to the principal’s office if she heard her expletives and has a pleased smile on her face.
As Ms Webber’s reminding us to study for Friday’s test because it’ll amount to twenty percent of our semester’s grade, the speakers blare an announcement.
‘The following students are required to report to the principal’s office immediately: Devon Archer, Teague Colton and Landon Campbell. Please report to the principal’s office.’
The guys look at each other, obviously perplexed as to why they're being summoned and look at Ms Webber, who tells them that they may go.
The bell rings as the boys leave the classroom.
Teague turns before clearing the doorway and winks at me making the butterflies in my stomach take flight as images of last night flash in my head.
Devon
AT FIRST I DON'T THINK much of being called into the principal's office, especially since it's not just me, but when we find Coach Benson waiting for us with Principal McArthur and a gloomy looking man in an ill fitting suit and round glasses, I start to wonder what this is all about.
We’re invited to sit down at a conference table in a room adjacent to the office and I’m seriously perplexed when coach asks me a direct question.
“Devon, do you feel like you have a weight problem? Or let me rephrase, son, have you been trying to lose weight recently?”
The principal intervenes and asks, moving his blue eyes from me to my teammates:
“Has any of you?”
We all look at each other, unsure of what this is all about.
I’m the first to answer.
“No, sir. Why?”
The others shake their heads, giving my same negative answer.
This is when the third man speaks for the first time.
“So, to be clear, none of you has taken any water pills or any weight loss pills in the last few weeks?”
When we confirm that we haven't, the principal drops a fucking bombshell on us.
“Do you remember that on Friday night, after the game, a drug test was performed on the whole team?”
We nod in unison.
“You three tested positive for diuretics and weight loss pills, if I’m correct.”
The third man confirms and I’m still unsure about what we’re doing here but I speak my mind without leaving any possibility for doubt.
“I haven't taken any pills. Not even an aspirine. So, I’m—”
The man interrupts me.
“Mr Archer, my name is Daniel Everett and I represent the newly formed anti-doping body for high school sports competitions.”
Everett explains that anti-doping tests aren't usually performed at high school level, but in the last few years there's been an increase of incidents involving high school athletes having adverse reactions to performance enhancing drugs, several states have decided to form self-regulating bodies to monitor and fight this disturbing trend.
“In the last five years, the number of high school students found positive to steroids and other prohibited substances has increased by twenty percent. And these are only the instances we’re aware of, since regular testing was never performed. In a bid to fight illegal consumption of substances that are dangerous if consumed improperly and without medical supervision, and in a bid to keep sport competitions fair, especially at state level, our association has begun performing drug tests at high school sport events.
The state has encouraged schools to adhere to our association to show their goodwill in competing fairly, especially in highly popular sports like football and basketball.”
“With all respect, sir, this sounds very noble and I couldn't be more supportive about it but I haven't taken any drugs. So whatever you think you found in those tests—”
Teague begins protesting but Mr Everett cuts him off immediately.
; “It's not what ‘we think we found’, the test results don't lie.”
He produces three envelopes with each of our names on them and I’m no chemistry expert but it looks like the results are positive for the substances that were mentioned.
The principal intervenes once we’ve examined the tests results.
“I’m afraid young men, that this means that you three are temporarily suspended from any competitions. If it were up to me, you’d be suspended from the team on a permanent basis but you can thank your coach for pleading your case and you can keep training with your team, as long as you agree to be tested again regularly. The suspension is effective immediately and will last for a month. After that, if you want to be reinstated, you need to agree to drug tests after every competition. Even though you're all over eighteen, your families will be notified because they pay your tuition fees at BHPA.”
Teague and Landon shake their heads in disbelief but promptly agree to the principal's plan.
I’m shaking with anger and stress.
My father, Nick, has literally just met me. What the fuck will he think about me after he gets the call?
He’s so proud of me for being the star quarterback at BHPA, like he was when he attended.
So my reaction’s not as composed as my teammates.
“That's fucking bullshit! I haven't been taking any of the shit you claim I did. I demand an immediate retest and to be reinstated into the team if I test negative!”
“Mr Archer! I’ll ignore your less than appropriate language just this once, because I understand the situation but I have to ask you to watch it in the future! At this academy, we have zero tolerance for ...”
After the principal's tirade, Mr Everett explains that the chemicals in the weigh loss pills would stay in our system just a few hours, while the water pills traces would disappear after a couple of days.
So unless we’d taken more, right now chances are that we’d test negative.
So the only way for us to get back on the team is to agree to get tested regularly.
Also, Mr McArthur informs us that the teachers council and the school board will meet to discuss ‘our case’.
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