“Oh, I'm not done yet, Sandy. We’re just about to start having fun.”The words, sweet as they seem, send a shiver through me. We’re not done yet? My body unconsciously arches into his touch, my damp thighs rubbing against his pants as he continues to swirl his finger around my cilt. He traces along my skin, a sweet stroke that draws shivers and says hoarsely, “You hurt now, but as soon as I start, that soreness will disappear and you won’t feel anything but good. Do you trust me?”A cry leaves my lips when he does not slow down with his touch, oh how he torments me with sure motions.Worse? His other hand goes into my blouse again, his fingers teasing my now taut nipples. A new wave of need grows until I cannot take it anymore. It crashes over me, causing me to arch farther, to try to escape his fingers but he holds me in place like a prisoner, one hand on my breast, and the other tormenting my pussy.“I’m going to make you come again, Sandy, and this time, I want you to call my name
Of course, I end up in the last van.Everyone else somehow squeezed into the first two, laughing, yelling and practically sitting in each other’s laps. I stand there like the leftover, watching the doors slam shut while the engines start up.“Come to this van, Sandy! You too Xander! The rest of the van’s full!” Mr Penrose yells, waving his hand at us.“Sure thing, Mr Penrose!” Xander waves back and practically hops to the van.I suck in a deep breath, tighten my hold on my backpack sling and trudge towards the van.Mr. Penrose is already in the driver’s seat, tapping at his phone and muttering, “Van Three’s moving. We’ll follow behind.”I climb into the van to see Xander Adams in the very back row.He’s leaning against the window, legs stretched out, his sweatshirt hood half up looking way too sexy for his own good. When he spots me, he grins and pats the seat beside him.“Looks like it’s just us, Sandy.”I glance at the empty rows, then back at him. Really? All the space, and he want
SANDY’s POVIt’s been a week since the incident in the girl’s locker room. Seven long days suspended in a fog of silence and stolen glances. And Xander Adams hasn’t deleted the photo.Not that I’ve asked anymore.Not that I want him to because deep down a part of me is secretly thrilled.Every night, like clockwork, he sends me a Whatsapp. No words, no caption, just THAT photo of my naked body frozen under the streaming shower, my face half-turned, wet skin lit by flickering fluorescent light and water running down my breasts like caressing fingers.And the worst of all, that photo shows evidence of me fingering myself.Aihhh…what have I gotten myself into?The straneg thing is, Xander never types anything in the text. He merely sends the same photo on the dot every night.But just the photo alone is enough to remind me of the power he has over me and every night, I lie in bed with my eyes glued to the glow of my phone screen. I should be ashamed, I should be angry even that he made m
“Wha…what are you doing here?” Sandy stammers, so shocked she just stands under the shower dumbfounded. So shocked she does not even cover that hot body of hers.I smile, admiring the way the hot steam rises from the tiles below and coils around her curves. Boy, I had no idea how big her breasts were before, or how luscious and wet her lips look under the shower and before I realize it, I say, “I like how you look, Sandy.”She is still too shocked to comprehend my compliment. And that is saying a lot. I do not simply hand out compliments to any girl in the school. But one look at her pebbled nipples and I can feel my cock growing hard.Damn.“Please don’t share the photo with anyone.” She says quietly.I blink. I hadn’t even thought of that. I had only wanted to pull a prank on her, I did not expect to see her fondling herself in the girl’s locker room just as I had with myself a few weeks back. Well, it’s time to teach her a lesson by telling the whole school about it.“You told eve
I first met Xander Adams in the boys’ locker room. By mistake.I had absolutely no idea it was the boys’ locker room. Like, zero. Zilt. It was my first day at Riverine High and I got lost. That’s all. Just a stupid, first-day mistake.I wasn’t supposed to see him. I wasn’t even supposed to walk into that room but I did.And as fate or maybe just my awful luck would have it, Xander freaking Adams had to be in there at that exact moment.Which is how I became the first girl at Riverine High to ever see the school’s hottest bad boy in his birthday suit.And God what a suit it was.He was fresh out of the shower with water still dripping down his naked chest and over his abs that looked carved from actual stone. The air around him steamed, swirling around like some MTV video and his dark hair was slicked back to reveal the most handsome face I had ever laid eyes upon.And the moment I stumbled upon him, eyes locked on mine like he’d been expecting me.And then, down, down, down my eyes we
Lola stared at the steaming hot Hawaiian pizza before her and her jaw literally fell onto the island table. “THIS is the main course?” she asked incredulously, pointing to the slice of pizza before her. John had just heated it up in the oven and served it to her on a ceramic plate. “What did you have in mind?” John smirked and picked up a pineapple cube from the pizza and popped it into his mouth and started munching. All while he was sitting naked next to her. Lola pouted and lifted her own slice of pizza to her mouth and gingerly nibbled at the crust. She was naked too and she had just had the most wonderful orgasm, courtesy of John’s lips and fingers. It was freaking good, the best orgasm she had ever had. But as her eyes trailed down John’s muscled torso to his thighs, Lola could feel something warm in her abdomen pool again. She wanted the real thing. She wanted to feel John’s long, hard dick thrusting in and out of her wet pussy as she screamed his name. So why wasn’t he mak