Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Kevin placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades and slipped out of me, holding me up so I didn’t collapse in a heap on the floor. Turning around, I pulled my panties up my legs and watched him pull the condom off. My pussy squeezed. Such an intimate moment that turned me on just to see him tugging the thin piece of latex off his softening dick. Without thinking, I squatted down and sucked the tip of his cock between my lips, wanting to taste him. His hand fisted in my hair and thrust in deep with a moan before pulling out and lifting me for a kiss.
It turned me on that he didn’t mind the taste of himself. Hell, everything Kevin did turned me on. Things I didn’t even think about or consider turned me on with him. Almost every day we discovered more and more and it felt safe and exciting to do it with him. My best friend. Kevin looked down at me and smiled as he buckled up his pants.
“That was pretty risky. We could’ve gotten caught.”
“And that is the thrill of it,” he answered. Shaking my head, I heaved a sigh trying to understand him. “Relax, I set a stool up by the door. That way if anyone entered, we’d hear them.”
He came over and laid a gentle kiss on my lips. I never tired of the way the fullness felt pressed to mine. “I just know how you are.” That he took such a huge risk with me, sent a rush of adoration through my body.
He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath. Kevin’s biggest fear was getting caught. Or not necessarily getting caught, but the thought of people finding out his interests. He always told me he thought people would call him abusive and disgusting. Then because of his father’s position in the community, word would spread and ruin his dad’s reputation. I understood his fear about people finding out and how it could hurt his father. But I hated the idea that he still thought something was wrong with him.
We’d already taken enough time, and I didn’t want to press our luck or be out too long. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit. “Come on, creeper. We need to get back to class.”
“Creeper?” he asked, laughing as we walked out the door.
“Yeah, you snuck up on me like a creeper.”
“Just as long as you don’t think I’m a creep.”
“Well ... ” I said, dragging out the word, trying to get a rise out of him. He lunged for me and dug his fingers into my ribs, and I shrieked. We stumbled into the hall, laughing, as I fought him off. I was about to reach for his crotch when someone called out our names, and we froze.
“Kevin, you asshole. Leave the girl alone,” Isaac said, laughing at our antics.
But I wasn’t laughing anymore, I was sure my face was turning beet red with guilt. I glanced at Kevin to see he was swallowing hard before forcing a fake laugh.
“Hey, man, she had it coming.”
Isaac laughed and turned to me. “Anytime you want to get back at this jackass, just let me know.”
“Yeah. Sure.” My answers were short as I tried to calm my heart rate and the amount of blood flushing into my cheeks. “Well boys, it’s time for me to head back. See ya.”
Throwing a wave over my shoulder, I got the hell out of there. Before I turned the corner, I glanced back at Kevin and saw him give me a nervous nod.
That was too close for comfort.
Girls’ night started with us annihilating three pizzas. Once we were done with that, we painted our nails and watched Gilmore Girls and had to-the-death arguments about who Rory should choose. I was Team Jess through and through. He made me think of Kevin.
No surprise, Jane was also Team Jess.
Somewhere between our second and third episode of the night, Gwen broke open the liquor cabinet. She said her parents had so much alcohol they never knew what went missing as long as it wasn’t the good stuff. By the time the fourth episode was over, we’d each had at least four drinks. I would’ve worried for Gwen’s tiny body handling so much alcohol if I didn’t know the girl could drink most guys under the table. But it was enough for all of us to be brave and leap across the line of tipsy to drunk.
“Let’s play truth or dare,” Jane shouted from her spot on the floor. We’d all piled into Gwen’s closed off bonus room on the other side of the house. And house was putting it lightly. It was more like a mansion with its eight bedrooms. Thank goodness for the distance between us and her parents’ bedroom because Gwen and Chloe each let out a loud ‘yes,’ and then began clapping in excitement. I took another hefty swig from my cranberry and vodka, then sat back, determined to go with the flow.