DYLAN. The scariest part about love is not the vulnerability it demands–its the fact that you could lose them, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I've never known fear until I almost lost her. Not like that. Not in a hospital bed, surrounded by the faint beeping of machines that sounded like death knocking than medicine healing. I could still hear the rhythm of it in my sleep– those irritating, godforsaken beeps, cold white lights overheard, the sterile smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes after I left. I didn't leave much, though. Not really. I camped in that waiting room like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. Amelia wasn't just a girl I liked. She was the axis my whole damn universe rotated on. And when she was unconscious, pale barely breathing, my world tilted. Nothing made sense. The jokes weren't funny. Music didn't sound right. Food tastes like ash. The weight of not knowing if she'd wake up crushed me in a slow, unrelenting waves. I
AMELIA. It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to. Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode. I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy. My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with desires and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beaut
AMELIA. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever got in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?” “You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong. I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut. “Amelia,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.” My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!” His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as
AMELIA. “Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head to give him even more surface area to bite. My legs convulsed around him as he continued to beat into me. His cock played my wet pussy like a drum, pounding over and over in a delicious rhythm that had me vibrating and emitting sounds I’d never heard before. Just as a third, seemingly impossible, orgasm was about to claim me Dylan nipped my earlobe and said, “Love the feel of your tight, hot pussy all around me. Gonna fucking live between these thighs, gonna make you give it up to me all the time. Claim you in your bed before school then make you teach in the group without any panties, watch my cum leak out of you while you talk about Eve’s fall from Eden.” My breath hitched as I wavered on the edge of my climax. “Yeah, you like that, Lia? Thinking of my cum trickling down your thighs, knowing how hard it would make me to look up under one of your skirts as I did the homework you assigned in the group?” So Mrs Williams paired us into grou
AMELIA. It all started with a knock. Nope, scratch that.It all started with him saving me from Valerie and her minions. And ever since then, Rowan has been a constant part of my life, at least he has tried to be. I was sitting alone beneath the old elm tree behind the gymnasium, my knees tucked to my chest, the pages of my sketchbook fluttering in the breeze. I hadn't drawn a thing. The pencil dangled between my fingers like a forgotten weapon. I couldn't get my thoughts straight–ever sinve I made that deal with Alura, my life had been a pendulum swinging wildly between excitement and despair. I didn't hear Rowan approach, but I felt him. He had this particular atmosphere to him that I couldn't decipher. It was nothing like that of Dylan. Dylan would always be special. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, his voice smooth like running water, a little too calm, a little too perfect. I looked up and blinked at him momentarily, caught off guard by the way the sunlight hit his eyes. Haze
AMELIA. Dylan walked away. We’d been fine all day–better than fine, actually. He'd walked me to history class, brought me a hot chocolate during lunch, even brushed his fingers against mine in that accidental not-accidental way. He always did when he was trying to tell me he cared but didn't know how to say it. I was confident that I knew Dylan to a point now, I knew that he wasn't all that good when it came to communicating openly, but he made his intentions clear through his actions which I appreciated a lot. And then, he saw Rowan. Or maybe it was the way Rowan saw me. I didn't expect him to show up under the elm tree again, he made it his mission to always find me under this tree. It was like he knew that this was my safe space and he was taking advantage of it, but I find all of it innocent. He was just trying to be nice, or maybe he was trying to get closer to me, regardless of all these things that I think, mainly because Ava planted them in my mind, I still think he's a
AMELIA. I've been awfully quiet. After the encounter I had with Dylan earlier, I've been in a terrible mood. The moment Dylan walked out, I started looking for him everywhere, but he was no where to be found. I really hurt him and I knew that, I didn't mean for it to happen that way. Today was the presentation we had in Mrs Williams class and I couldn't focus, first of all, one of my group members were missing and I was supposed to give the presentation, but I wasn't even in the right state of mind for that. I was so distracted.I kept hitting my pen slightly against my book, thinking of the different ways that I could apologise to Dylan. I knew for sure that he was too obsessed with me to leave me alone just like that, but at the same time I didn't like that he was vexed. So I had to do something very fast. I felt a nudge at my side and I looked at Ava and she tilted her head to the front, a sign telling me to look at something. Then I looked at the front of the class, Mrs Willi
AMELIA. I kept on looking at her like I was starstruck. I couldn't figure out why. All I knew was that I was scared. Deep down, I knew that Dylan wouldn't leave me but anything could happen and he could decide that he didn't want me again, I wondered if I should tell Ava.“I'm fine.” I told her and she shot daggers at me. “Don't make me ask again, Amelia. Spill it.”“I really am okay.” I said and she sighed. “Do I look like a fool to you? Ever since we got back from the second break, you've been acting so weird and spacing out, and Dylan is nowhere to be found. It doesn't take rocket science to know that you and Dylan fought, he's probably the one that fucked up, and you're trying to protect him, so spill,” She said and I shook my head. “No, no, no, no. He didn't do anything, it was all me. I fucked up and I hurt him.” I told her and she frowned. “What do you mean?” Ava asked me and I sighed. “While you were out for the second break, I went under the elm tree behind the gym and
AMELIA. We were finally here. The nervousness that reduced while we were in the car, came back right on. Ava's house was so beautiful, and it felt homey. Somewhere I would consider a home. “Now, just be yourself, and she will love you,” Ava told me at the door and I nodded. Then she pulled the big door to the back, the door was big and heavy, but she managed to do it and I entered. The house was looking all beautiful, and the art and everything complemented the house. “It's a beautiful house you have here.” I told her and she nodded with a smile. “Thanks, girl. It's all my mum.” She said and I nodded. “It's beautiful.” I whispered. “Now, let's go up to my room and I can change from this dress and we could find something for you too. So you can shower and feel fresh.” She said and I smiled. “You don't have to do that you know, that's like another st…..”“Don't you dare finish that statement Amelia. I'm your friend, all these things are not al between friends okay? So let's go
AMELIA. After school, I called my mum to inform her of the changes regarding our dinner plans with dad and she was totally fine with it. For her, she wanted me to make more friends, go out of my shell a lot more and she likes that I have Ava with me, it makes her happy which also makes me very happy. So, we were on our way to Ava’s house right now and I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous and anxious. I had never met her mum previously and I was making a request from her the first time I meet her. I didn't know how it would portray me and all that, I just hoped that she wasn't a complicated person. “I can see the worry on your face.” Ava said and I chuckled nervously. “What do you expect? I'm very worried and nervous, this is a very delicate matter to your mother and I'm scared that everything might go left quickly.” I laid out my complains to her and she nodded in understanding. At least she understood where I was coming from. “Well, I'm also very worried, you know, I'm just trying
AMELIA. “So, why exactly are you worried?” Ava's voice sounded from my side and I sighed. “You're aware of the whole Alura thing, no?” I asked her. “Yes, I am. And How's that stopping you from enjoying your time with your man?” She asked me and I sighed. “When the truth comes out, he might hate me. That's why I'm trying to spend as much time as possible with him, so I won't regret it in the future.” I told her and she just scoffed. “Girl, it's simple. If he leaves you after the truth about Alura comes out, then he's not for you, this whole Alura thing will be a huge test for your relationship with him.” She told me and nodded. The thought of him not being fir me, according to Ava, scared the hell out of me. I personally would understand if he decides to ditch me after he found out about the Alura thing, but from Ava’s perspective, it was another thing. I understood her, but I would also understand Dylan if he leaves me. I've been bothered about the whole thing more after the c
AMELIA. The wave of pleasure subdued finally, Dylan took me to his room and fucked me again, like he was a starved man, and I liked every second of it. After we had sex, he cleaned me up so gently and right now I was in his arms. We were both in a very comfortable silence, which I liked. This was something that I couldn't find anywhere. I mean not everywhere. Dylan was the type of person that we could be in the same space and be quiet, without feeling the need to talk about anything, because that was how he was, he just had the trait. The same thing with Ava, which was why I cherished my friendship with her. I'm not happy with the universe on a lot of things but I'm happy that it brought Ava my way, because I really didn't know how I would have survived without her for the last few months. “What are you thinking about?” Dylan asked me and I sighed. “Nothing much, just how thankful I am that the universe sent Ava to me.” I told him and he scoffed. “You're thinking about Ava aft
AMELIA. I wasn't sure what was happening, maybe I was dreaming because I felt pleasure building up in the lower parts of my stomach and I wanted to scream out, I was so wet and It felt so good. I started getting fucked so brutally that I opened my eyes and screamed, “Fuckkkkk.” I screamed and I tried to be aware of my environment. The pleasure was clouding my vision. Then I finally registered my environment, I was still on the floor in Dylan's house and I was staring right into his eyes as he rammed into me. “Dylan….” I moaned as he continued staring into my eyes as he did all this evil things to me. It felt so fucking good. Oh lord. I thought, I didn't realise that I said it out. “Your lord isn't the one fucking you right now, it's me.” He groaned as he continued fucking me. He pulled me forward and I fell into his face, he put one of my tits in his mouth as he drove me crazy with the administrations he was giving from his mouth. I could not even ask the question of how we g
DYLAN. My eyes opened and I could immediately tell that something was wrong. Not in a bad way, I felt the presence that I had missed so much was on top of me. Amelia, without thinking, I inhaled her hair, once, twice, like a man starved of air. I missed her so fucking much and I pulled her closer to me, my hands were on her ass comfortably and I smirked, she was sleeping soundly and I didn't want to disturb her, her body melted into mine in all the right ways and I couldn't help but feel hot. My hand dug into her ass and I felt myself hard, fuck. I knew there was something I was feeling that I couldn't place my hands on. Damn it, I was so fucking hard that it hurts. This woman was doing a lot to me, my body even recognised hers while I was passed out as fuck, because tell me why I wake up from a drunk black out and I'm hard?I didn't want to wake her, she didn't know all the things she was doing to me. I could feel the softness of her large breasts on my chest and it only made it
AMELIA.I've been at the door for over one hour now, Ava was sitting on the floor beside me. She got tired at one point. I didn't know what I would do if she wasn't here with me, she was my emotional support. I knew he was inside, the car he brought to school was outside and I was just pretty sure that he was inside. I was emotionally drained, I have cried, I have tried to be strong, but I was tired of everything. I also decided to sit down on the floor with Ava, I sighed. “Maybe he actually doesn't want to talk to me.” I said. “Maybe we are just wasting our time and he's not inside.” Ava sighed. I could tell that she was discouraged. “Maybe.” I said and we both fell into a very comfortable silence. Maybe I should just give up and then go back to my house, I knew I fucked up. I wanted to talk to him so bad and actually apologise to him, I wanted him to be in my arms again, I've missed him so much, within that short period of time. “Wait, hold on.” Ava said and stood up, I looke
DYLAN. The doorbell has been ringing for a while now, but I couldn't even Stand up to open it, I was so fucking drunk and out of my mind. After my uncle dropped me off at my apartment, I brought out the vodka I had stashed away. Amelia was messing with my head. I didn't know what else to do to make her know that I was really sorry for all those times that I hurt her and it only hurt her more because she still thought about all those moments. She still thought about the time that I hurt her, she still thought about the evil things that I unknowingly did to her, could it be that just looking at me reminded her of all the things that I've done? Was that it?I didn't know how I was going to make her understand the fact that I was actually very sorry for the things I did, I was going mad and I was even okay enough to be sober while thinking about it. It all helps when I'm a little bit numb. At least, I can try to think on the things I'm doing wrong. Was Rowan trying to take her away fr
NATE. My heart was racing wildly, badly. I feel like my heart could combust any second at how fast it was racing. The things that made me scared were a lot of things, I was scared of the woman that I just saw right now, the woman who broke me and and left me high and dry. The woman that almost killed me, she was right there, looking all innocent and sweet. Nora. Oh, how I've tried to keep her name out of my mouth for these last few years but I just couldn't do it, she's the reason why I can't think of having anybody to myself as a lover, I can't even think of being in a relationship with anybody because she would always be there. She has always been there, in my head, in my mind, and most of all, in my heart. As brutal as I can be, I don't lie to myself, I'm very very truthful with myself, I still love her. Even after all the painful years, even after all the hurt that she made me pass through, those years of almost going crazy. How does she remember my name though? I was so c