"So. You love me."
Freddie looked up. Ever since Effy had appeared in the shed five minutes ago he hadn't been able to meet her searching eyes. He felt shame, guilt and love all at once. How could one mysterious girl do that?
It was the answer he feared…love. Freddie McClair really did love Effy Stonem.
After a while he finally looked at her. Effy was wataching him with those knowing, judging Stonem eyes. She was perched on his she'd work table, wearing that sexy tank top that showed off her smooth side skin and flashed her seductive black lace bra. Her skinny legs were clad in those fish net tights that he knew so well.
"Yeah," Freddie chocked out, "I do."
"You fucked Katie," Effy hopped off the table, "that's not exactly love."
Freddie looked away, "It's not."
"I don't think you love me," Effy countered, "but I love you."
"It's not exactly love to fuck Cook is it?" Freddie turned to stare into her eyes. "I don't think you love me like you claim."
The Stonem smirk appeared on that Elfin face.
"Touche," the word rolled off her tongue like silk. It was like velvet to Freddie's ears.
"You do stupid things when you're in love," Freddie said, his eyes casting downwards, totally oblivious to Effy's actions.
As Freddie pondered about love and Effy and everything, the girl had slithered off the table. Stealthily she pulled off the tank top. She was braless and tan. Breathtaking.
When Freddie looked up his breath left him. Standing on the dirty carpet of the shed was Effy, naked. Beautiful Effy, pale Effy, seductive Effy. Freddie stood from his seat bewildered. What was she doing?
"Prove it," Effy said, "prove that you love me."
Freddie lunged forward and encased her body with his. Large hands tucked into her wavy hair, tugging her closer to him. Effy's lips were soft, parted and addicting.
A hand strayed from her hair. It went down her back, massaging and rubbing. Her skin was smooth and dewy against the roughness of his own calloused palm.
Effy's hands left his face and trailed over the smooth contours on his chest. She felt his heart beating, the faint thumps a shock to her. Here she was feeling the heart of the first boy she'd ever loved, apart from Tony.
Then, down her hands went and she was unzipping his jeans, pulling down his pants. Then her hands found themselves discovering the secrets and privates of his body.
Freddie groaned, feeling feather light caresses on his cock. He turned his mouth's attention to Effy's neck and suckled. Her moans, her hands…Effy.
"Freddie," it came out breathlessly.
The boy could feel her hardened nipples against his chest. He was doing this to Effy, not Cook, not Jj. Effy loved Freddie. That was enough for him to pull away and look down at her. Effy's messy hair, parted lips and heaving chest was all his. He gently guided her to the floor and positioned himself against her.
"I love you," she said, her eyes staring up at him. Effy was new to love. Those eyes that looked at him were wary and scared.
Freddy kissed her forehead, then he was inside of her, pushing and pushing into her sweet love. She was tight against him. He felt her shake as he repeated his motions. Those moans coming from her lips…
When he came into her, Effy felt a hot liquid exploding, taking her to new heights. It was different from all the other times they'd had sex. It was different than all the other boys she'd done things with. For some reason, it was eerily pure and more beautiful than dirty.
So this is what love feels like, she thought.
Freddie stayed in her, looking down at the manipulative, controlling, game-making girl he loved. Effy Stonem.