Forbidden Temptation

I hated her so much. Chanel had dragged me to one of those parties that the popular girls and boys went to on the last Friday of every month. It was some kind of crazy ritual that every kid in school dreamed about being invited to. Not me. I had a dream, and it was to get an education and get out of town. Don’t get me wrong; there’s nothing wrong with the town of Small Borne, but there’s more to life than one place and I want to experience it. And that’s why my body, mind, and soul were focused on college. Not like Chanel; she only had her body, mind and soul focused on Dwayne, the all-star quarterback that was going places. Just like me. “Adele, can you walk faster? We’re late!” Chanel half-whispered and half-screeched at me. “I would if I didn’t have this stupid skirt on, and make-up that’s a second skin on my face.” Okay, so it was a bit of an exaggeration. The make-up wasn’t stopping me from seeing, but I was only keeping her company and I didn’t want to be anywhere n

I was a virgin and we were in the woods. I couldn’t believe that I had openly invited him to take me right then and there. I had envisaged, like most girls did, that it would be at the Prom or on a date night that a couple would seal their love for each other. Then again, there was no love between Liam and me. Only lust. It had to be that. “Touch me,” he blurted. God, it must have been written on my face. From the moment he took off his shirt, that’s all I had wanted to do. Touch him. Does that make me some kind of freak?I didn’t care as I started to drag my fingers through every groove and channel of his torso. It was as if there wasn’t any meat on him, only muscle. His abs, they were so damn big. There was something that was so damn potent, yet dangerous, about it. As if he could take me at any moment and I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. But I could tell by the fact that he wanted me to feel him, that he wanted me to do it of my own free will. I loved the way that h

“We need to stop doing this,” I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn’t be back ’till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It just feels wrong.”“And that makes you want me even more.”His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both headed up the stairs and toward my room. “Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?”I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from me. A hit and run they’d called it. They never caught the person, but I knew that one day they’d find out who did it. Until that day, I kept his photo near my bedside just a reminder that I’d never forget a

“Smile!” Laurie, Adele’s mom, said as we were about to get into the limo. My hands were around Adele’s waist. I was fucking smiling. I wasn’t sure what Adele was doing; all the make-up in the world couldn’t hide the distressed look in those dark eyes. She looked the most beautiful woman in the world and yet the most miserable one all at the same time.How was that even possible?We’d spoken the previous night and she was excited about it. She’d said that she hoped I’d like her dress. I even joked and told her that she could be wearing a paper bag and she’ll still be the prettiest girl there. Fuck!That was before I saw her coming down the stairs. I was fucking speechless. I’m not the Prom type of guy. I think that the whole thing is a fucking show. One that I could do without out going to, but she wanted to go. And I thought that for once in my life I would go out on a limb and do something for someone else. Instead of always doing what I want to do.Now, I could see that I was fucki

My dick could only stay under control for so long. I decided that we had to go. It was at around the time Chanel and Dwayne were announced the king and queen of the Prom and Dwayne took out his seven-page speech, and everyone stood and listened to him as if he was the president.It was all about how great he was and how great high school was. As everyone agreed, I decided that they must have gone to a different high school. As far as I was concerned, the best part of it was leaving. There was nothing that was going to get in my way. I studied; that was the main reason that I was on my bike most of the time so that I could escape to somewhere quiet and open a book. No one knew this about me. They thought that I was some moody guy that loved hanging out with Dwayne and playing ball. I wasn’t naturally talented like Dwayne and I needed reassurance to make sure that my stay here was temporary. I had a scholarship to go to Princeton. Only Dwayne knew about it. The rest of the school could