Her
Chapter 1
The first time he had seen Lydia Martin, he had to admit that she was one of the most magnificent creatures that he had ever seen. Not like most of the students he had witnessed here at Beacon Hills High school.
He was new to the town not that he would admit that to anyone there as he went up the stairs to his new house and tossed his bags onto the bed plugging his headphones into his ears and turning it up all the way. He didn't want to talk not after they made him move there to this human cesspool.
He took off his shirt throwing it onto the floor where he was planning on making a pile in the future and hoped into the shower. He always hated feeling dirty after a long car ride that made sweat pour from his glands. He washed the evidence away before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower wrapping a towel around his midsection in case his mother barged in and interrupted him.
Sighing he made his way into his room and than paused when something across the way caught his attention.
A girl no more than sixteen was in her room dancing to what he would guess was some pretty loud music. He smiled slightly as her long strawberry blonde hair swept over her hips as she moved them to the music. God, he wondered what else those magnificent hips could do.
The girl stopped her dance as her door flew open revealing a slightly older woman who he assumed was her mother. She gestured for the girl to turn her music down. The girl nodded as the older woman shut the door and the girl went to her stereo to turn down her music. Who kept stereo's now a days?
His thought was interrupted when the girl stopped short of what she was doing and shredded her shirt off as if it was nothing. His mouth stilled as it went dry as he took in the curves of her body and the lace pink bra that she had been wearing underneath. The girl freed herself of her pants as the towel that was on his midsection slipped and his hand went to his length that had suddenly became hard. If she wasn;'t going to care who saw her from her window than neither would he.
He stroked his little friend wishing that she would turn around and get turned on as he was. He imagined those pretty fingers of hers slipping past those panties and pleasuring herself as a way to hold herself until he could be the one pleasuring her. Gah did he want that mouth of hers on his member right now. The things she could probably do.
The girl unclasped her bra exposing her plump breast to him as he breathed heavier making sure to get more aggressive with his strokes. She was about as beautiful as any girl in his magazines. He wished he was over there exploring her body, but if this was all he got than he would live with that.
Just then a knock sounded at his door causing him to be booted out of his daydream and for him to reach for the towel.
He had just barely put it back on when his mother came in looking embarrassed as her cheeks flushed.
"Sorry I wouldn't have come in if I didn't know you weren;t decent."
"It's fine, what did you need?"
"Oh I was coming in to tell you that dinner was ready."
"Okay. I'll change and be right down in a second."
"Okay."
His mother made her way to the door and shut it, but it was too late for when he turned back around the gorgeous girl was gone. He let out a frustrated breath and went to get dressed wondering when was the next time he would see his angel again.