Once Max finishes my back, his hand glides down to my feet. He retrieves the second loofah to address the front of my legs and thighs simultaneously.Well, it seems like he's growing somewhat impatient himself.He soaps his way up to my breasts, and when he notices how erect my nipples have become, he leans in against me once more, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. He hands me the loofahs."Your turn," he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear.Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reachin

It's alright, I suppose. Seriously, shut up! You look hot! The pattern is exquisite, and the top fits your breasts perfectly. What more could you ask for?Allowing Buffy to take the lead this time, I sigh and turn around to open the door for Max to see."What do you think?" I inquire. He lifts his head from his phone to glance at me."Damn," is the first word out of his mouth, his eyes widening as he rubs the back of his head. "You look incredible, Vega. Incredibly hot."I won't deny that his compliment nearly made my stomach do somersaults, but I won't admit it aloud."Then it's settled. I'm buying it. Thanks, Blackwell," I inform him as I prepare to close the door and change. However, he places his hand on the door, blocking my way. "What?" I ask, pretending to be naive even though I know exactly where this is going."You really expect me not to break in that new set right here, right now?"I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt at intimidation, whic

Chuckling, Max teases me as I playfully roll my eyes and maintain a small smile. He leans over, wrapping his arms around my waist and seating me on his lap. I straddle him, running my fingers through his hair and idly toying with the strands at the nape of his neck."I think we deserve a reward for completing all that work in just two hours. What do you think?""A reward?" I inquire, then shrug casually. "I'm not sure. Why don't you show me exactly what you mean?"He smirks, leaning back slightly from the headboard to start planting kisses on my neck. His fingers graze my stomach through my shirt, sending shivers across my sensitive skin. I steady his head with my grip on his hair, allowing him to pull me closer, and we start grinding against each other. The buzzing of his phone on the nightstand momentarily distracts us, but we continue our intimate activity. He tightens his hold on me, guiding my movements in a way that promises mutual satisfaction, and his phone buzzes again. I sta

The Night of the Gala"Wow, Vega. You look fantastic!" Ryder exclaims as I meet him at the door.The more I scrutinized myself in the mirror after getting ready, the more I became convinced that the outfit didn't suit me. I don't know, it just didn't feel like my style. However, I decided to put my reservations aside. I knew my choice of attire wouldn't be suitable for venues like The Knowles Hotel. Not that I hadn't contemplated it initially, though. My desire to show up in a crop top and ripped skinny jeans was short-lived when I considered that Ryder might face consequences with his parents.You're going soft on me, Slayer.Hey, I admit I can be a jerk, but I can also be decent when necessary...well, it's either that or this dress is making me feel unexpectedly princess-like and proper.I really hope it's just the dress. The thought of you turning soft all of a sudden is cringe-worthy.Whatever. My point is, I'd be a complete jerk if I were to intentionally ruin this night for Ryde

"When was your first time?" He inquires, just before taking a sip to settle the score for shutting down my previous question regarding how he and Kalix met.Max and I had only left downtown by 10:00 pm, and neither of us felt like calling it a night just yet. We swung by my dorm for me to change out of my dress and then headed to Goleta Beach Park. Max had some liquor stashed in his car's trunk, so we've been playing Twenty-one Questions ever since we got here.In this edition, there are no forbidden questions, but none can be repeated. If we choose not to answer, we must take a sip from our bottle.I just wrapped up my eleventh question for Max, and he's just asked his."With you," I reply with a poker face, and his eyes widen as he nearly chokes on the fiery alcohol."You're fibbing," he eventually asserts as if it's common knowledge, and I can't help the laughter that escapes from deep within me."And you're incredibly gullible," I tease him. Seriously, though, did he forget me men