"Did you see Sidney Whitefeather the other night at the party? Dude, it was awesome!" Brady was nearly bouncing on his feet, his eyes lit up as he recounted the tale to a dubious Seth and Collin. "She took her top off and, oh my god, her tits were just-" He made a rounded shape in front of himself then shook his head, leaning against the lockers with a silly grin on his lips.
"Oh, please." Collin rolled his eyes, extending one hand to smack the back of his cousin's head. "Like you actually got into a senior party."
"Like I need permission to go to the beach? Not my fault I happened to stumble upon their bonfire." Brady shrugged, then stood up straight as his eyes widened. "Dude, here she comes!"
Seth turned to look at whatever had Brady in such a fit, shutting his locker as he does so. His frown softens slightly as he sees a small group of upperclassmen walking down the narrow hallway. At the center of the crowd, slightly in front of the others as if in an unspoken formation, was a goddess.
Her hair was long and thick, hanging down to her slim hips in luscious curls. Her caramel colored skin was hidden from view only by a pair of worn, cutoff shorts that were well past being a dress code violation and a gauzy, black cami with embroidered flowers on the neckline. Judging by the way her nipples made small peaks against the thin fabric, she hadn't worn a bra. Seth tore his eyes away from her body, looking at her face and feeling his cheeks flush crimson beneath his copper skin as he realized she was looking at him.
One dark brown eye winked at him as she slipped the red blow pop out of her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over her glossy, plump bottom lip.
He felt a jolt of heat run down his spine, only to be torn from his daze by Brady. "Dude! She totally just winked at me!" He leaned against Seth, sighing happily. "Clearly she's falling for the old Fuller charm."
"In your dreams," Seth said, feeling as though his mouth were full of cotton. His eyes followed her until she was out of sight, lost in the sea of students crowding the hallway. "That was Sidney?"
"Yup. Hot as hell, huh?" Brady smirks, raising an eyebrow at Seth.
Seth swallows hard and nods as he looks at them, his teeth pressing into his bottom lip. "She's a senior?"
"Junior. Supposed to be a senior though, people say she got held back in 8th grade because she got sent to juvie for a year." Collin speaks up, patting Seth on the back then rolling his eyes at Brady. "Don't get pulled into her trap like this idiot, Sidney is like the male equivalent of Paul Lahote only less angry."
Seth only hummed slightly, his thoughts still on the older girl. He had seen her around school before, he was sure of it. He hadn't connected the dots and realized that she was the Sidney Whitefeather. The girl who gave Paul Lahote a run for his money in the whore department. The girl who had gotten busted for underage drinking so many times Forks PD knew her on a first name basis. The girl Leah used to go to the beach with, way back in junior high.
He tried to push her out of his thoughts, for now rejoining Collin and Brady's conversation as if he hadn't just completely zoned out.
The rest of the day he managed to keep Sidney out of his thoughts. After all, she was a junior and had every guy on the rez wrapped around her pinky. Plus Collin and Brady would never let him live it down if he admitted he was starting to have a crush on her. Collin was still teasing Brady when they parted ways a block away from the school, Seth heading to his house and the other boys heading to their grandmother's house near the beach.
The sky was overcast and cloudy and he could feel tiny droplets soaking into his thin, red t-shirt as he cursed himself for forgetting his jacket at home this morning. It had been warm and sunny for the past few weeks, so he should have expected it to turn rainy and gloomy again. He kept his head down as the rain started to pick up, his t-shirt and jeans quickly becoming soaked and weighing him down.
The quiet rumble of a car came up behind him and slowed, making him frown as he slowed as well, turning to look at the Camaro Iroc that was idling by his side. The tinted window rolled down and Sidney peered out at him with a grin on her plump, rosy lips. "Want a ride?"
"Uhm...I don't know..." He swallowed hard, glancing up at the sky and then back at the older girl in the sleek, red car. A loud crack of thunder echoed across the sky and he jumped, making her giggle as he hurried around to the passenger side, climbing inside stiffly. "Thank you..."
"No problem. You can put your bag in the back if you'd like." She smiles at him as she rolls her window back up and puts the car into drive. He couldn't miss the way her eyes drifted down his body before returning to the road as he leaned up to lay his damp bag behind his seat.
"Thanks...Sidney." Her name felt funny in his mouth and he could feel the blush burning on his cheeks as he tried not to gawk openly at her smooth, caramel thighs on display inches away from him.
"You know my name. I guess my reputation precedes me, huh?" She raises her eyebrow, a half-smirk on her lips as she pushes her foot down harder on the gas, the speedometer needle jumping up past the 60mph marker. "You're a sophomore, right? What's your name?"
"Yeah...I'm Seth." He mumbled, biting his bottom lip softly as he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, clasping his hands in his lap to resist the urge to touch.
She hummed softly, then giggled as she turned to look at him in disbelief, not even glancing at the road as her eyes widened in realization. "You're Leah's kid brother! I thought you were still, like, twelve..."
"Um, yeah...I'm fifteen..." He mumbled, biting his lip harder as he looks over, meeting her eyes as she gives him a soft smile, reaching a hand over to brush against his tensed thigh.
"Good to know. You grew up nicely." She returns her eyes to the road just in time to move back into the right lane and avoid an oncoming car. Neither of them had noticed the car drifting to the side and crossing the yellow line. He didn't know how to respond to that, especially with his mind racing a hundred miles a minute. Her touch was gentle on his thigh, her fingers gently brushing along the outer seam of his jeans as if testing him. He fought back the urge to groan, though he panicked as he felt his cock springing to attention in his jeans. If she noticed the bulge, she didn't mention it as she pulled up into the Clearwater's driveway and put the Camaro in park. "You've stared at my legs the entire drive, Seth."
He tore his eyes away from her toned, lean legs and blushed bright crimson as his eyes snapped to her face, noticing the teasing smile on her lips. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to...I mean...I just..."
"Seth, calm down. I don't mind." She slipped her wedge sandals off and swung her legs up, stretching them across the middle console and into his lap. "You can even touch if you want to."
Her dainty feet rubbed teasingly against his thigh as he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering up to hers, then back down at her feet. "...really?"
"Really." She gave him an encouraging smile as she relaxed against the door, humming quietly along with the song playing on the radio. "Just relax, explore. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"O-okay..." His trembling fingertips brushed against the smooth, soft skin on her ankle and he fought back a soft groan. "You're soft..."
She didn't speak, but her dark eyes followed his hands as he slowly began to caress her calves, her skin feeling like pure silk in his grasp. His eyes stayed locked onto hers as his fingers became more confident, massaging further up her legs as he lifts his hips, gently pressing the bulge in his jeans against her flesh and hoping desperately she wouldn't notice.
"When is your birthday?" She asks, leaning forward and letting her lips ghost across his, her warm, fruity breath fanning across his face.
He let out a soft groan as he felt her foot gently brush against his cock, his grip tightening instinctively on her leg. "N-next month...W-why?"
"Age of consent in Washington is 16." She smiles as she pulls her legs away from him abruptly, giggling when a whimper escapes his throat before he can stop it. "Don't worry, we can have lots of fun without me committing a felony. But not today."
"But...why not?" He tried to keep the whine out of his voice and failed, tugging at the tight denim restricting the blood flow to his cock.
Sidney laughed, bending down and buckling the straps of her sandals around her slim ankles again. "Because I need to get home and I'm pretty sure your sister is ready to tear my head off."
"How do you know?" He looked quizzically up at the house, his cheeks burning crimson as he sees his sister's face glaring at them from the upstairs window. "Oh, crap..."
"Yeah, good luck with that. You have plans tonight?" She smiles at Leah, waving mockingly.
"No, I don't think so..." Seth frowns as he watches Leah storm away, the curtains falling back over the window. "Why?"
"First Beach. There's a party tonight down at the old caves, you know the place?" At his nod, she smiles and runs her hand down his thigh, her nails gently raking against the denim. "9pm, come find me and we'll have some fun."
"O-okay..." He let out a soft groan as he tries in vain to shift his hips, his cock throbbing in his jeans as her fingertips graze his length.
She pulls her hand away slowly and winks as she sits up straight in her seat, reaching for the keys in the ignition. "Good boy. Don't forget your bag."
In a daze of lust and disbelief, he reaches behind the seat and grabs his backpack then clambers out of the car. As soon as he shut the door, she backed the car up and raced back down the street, leaving him to stare after her with his jaw slack. So that's Sidney...