Hey guys, I see I have some followers and reviews! That's awesome, I love you all! This is Chapter two: Math. I hope you all enjoy. I was kind of getting used to posting and writing for fanfiction, so I think this chapter is better written that the first. Any reviews, suggestions, or comments are absolutely welcome. I love criticism, so if you've got some, let me have it! Thanks for reading!
SO SORRY, guys! I completely forgot about my warning about the sexual parts! OMG, I feel really bad, but I do promise to let you know from now on!
Holy crap, why did I think to do this?! My alarm goes off at 4:47 am: beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. I'm now a zombie. Well, that's what it feels like, anyway. I'm hungry and its really hard keeping my eyes open. All of my muscles are calling me back to my warm, soft bed, and to top it all off, I find Erik watching T.V. in the den when I walk out. If this is going to be like the weird 'morning-after' kind of thing, I'm going back to bed.
"Why are you up?" He sounds tired, too. Why are YOU up, Erik?
"I was going to get a head-start today... I don't know, why are you up?"
"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to walk out here, watch some T.V." He shrugs, so, I shrug.
Walking into the kitchen, I get my bowl out of the cabinet, look around the corner, hold out my bowl, and ask, "You want some?"
"Not cereal. I wouldn't mind an omelet, though." Alright, its 5 in the morning and Mr. High Standards is already kicking. Great.
"Okay, but you have to cut everything up. I don't want to lose a finger in this state." He chuckles, making me smile. I finish my ceareal while he makes his own omelet. He's been trying desperately to get me to learn to cook. I know how to follow a recipe, its just that I find other things to do.
I take advantage of my extra time by trying to tame my hair. It's no use, anyway, because no matter how good it looks at home, it all goes to shit when I get to school. I choose a blue lace cami and put my uniform shirt over it. My orange converse make me look like I have clown feet, so a no to those. I wear a size 8, not too irregular or big, but when they're in converse...
I walk out and see Erik finishing up, "Will you drive me to school today, Erik?"
"Why, you woke up early enough. You aren't going to be late."
"I know, its just fun to ride with you..."
"Oh, well when you put it that way," He smiles as he adjusts his tie in the mirror in the den and turns to face me. "How do I look?"
"Oh, god. What would you do without me?" I giggle, walking up, standing on my tippy toes, and fixing his hair. It decided to pop up on his head and make an unexpected appearance.
"It wasn't that bad..." I giggle again. He will never accept the fact that he needs help sometimes. He can be such a kid. "Okay, I will be ready in about five minutes, but you, being a girl, will need another hour. With that in mind, you've got fifteen minutes before I start the car and leave you for the school bus."
"Okay, we don't need a reenactment of Deep Blue Sea, no need to get fiesty." He chuckles again and I ask, "When am I going to get my own car?"
"When you earn it. Besides, you aren't even 17, yet."
"Almost! I'll be a Junior next year, and its just about April..."
"Oh, you are hoping to get it for your birthday... I didn't earn my living just sitting around doing makeup, you know."
"I don't even wear makeup! You won't let me,"
He laughs, "That's right, you're beautiful without all of that fake shit." His finger dabs me on the nose.
"No, I have acne and too many freckles. And, my hair never cooperates,"
"Who do you have to impress?" He raises an eyebrow at me, challenging me.
"No one. Just in general, I want to look pretty."
"When you are finished getting ready, in fifteen minutes, meet me outside." I cross my arms and watch him walk away. I can't help but picture his naked butt under his clothes...
The ride to school is very awkward. Like last night is just as vivid to him as it is to me. It probably is, he was the naked one... He turns the on the radio to Kings of Leon, Sex on Fire. God, why? He quickly changes the station to Soul Sister. That's going to be in my head all day. He turns the whole radio off and looks sideways at me. I know he's wondering if I want to talk about last night.
"I'm sorry I walked in on you. I should've knocked."
"Its fine. I just wanted to make sure you were... okay." His hand tightens on the steering wheel.
"If I was okay? Why? Did you think I would be scarred for life because I saw your butt?" I laugh.
"It wasn't the most pleasant situation." He's too serious, and it makes me a little upset.
"No."
We arrive at school and he unlocks the door, "Thanks for the ride. Have a good day at work, Erik."
"Okay"
"I love you." I try to get him to loosen up. His poor employees won't have the best day if he's not.
He shakes his head, looks at me, and smiles a bit, "I love you, too. Have a good day." I smile.
The day flies by. So fast, I'm left in the car with Erik just this morning. By t he time seventh period rolls around, I'm a little dazed...
"Heather, please, not now..."
"Why not? Its the perfect time to finish my story." She does not stop talking, but I love her to death.
"I can't write right now, and, its just weird writing, like that, about you."
"Its not just me, its Ronnie, too." She gave me a million dollar smile.
"Yes, but thinking about that, about you, and anyone else is just plain weird."
"Fine." Yes, now I can focus. But, I can't help but think of something other than math...
Her folds were soaking. Rosy, wet, throbbing, and beautiful. Her heavy breathing and little mewls of begging were driving him insane. So closed to her ripe, fresh womanhood, he couldn't help but inhale her sweet scent. Aroused… because of him. Such a turn-on.
He gave an experimental touch to the hard, swollen nub towards the top of her sex. Her hips jerked up and she cried out. He gasped at the sound and worried he'd hurt her. She then groaned. Why? He gave another touch to the same spot and heard her release a low moan. He looked up to see her face tense, her eyes closed, and her head thrown back.
"Touch me. Ohh, please. Don't tease me…" She liked it? He would never take something as valuable as her virginity, her innocence, but he wanted to please her, nonetheless. He wanted to take their relationship to the next level. So, here he laid, between her legs, hand on her hip, eyes devouring her every curve. He was so inexperienced. Never having touched a woman, he knew there would not be another for him. He just hoped he could please her and love her enough to make her feel the same.
He took the pad of his finger at ran a line from the sensitive nub down to her opening, seeping liquid. She moaned long and loud, making him groan quietly in response.
"Why… Are you… Does this… do something for you?" She was breathless, her breasts were shifting as her chest rose and fell with short, heavy breaths.
"Oh, yes. Seeing you open to me, only to me. God, you're beautiful..." His pants were useless. They did nothing but keep his throbbing erection restrained. He would have already removed him if he trusted his willpower to keep himself from taking her. Taking her long and hard and fast. That's what he wanted to do. Take her where no one ever has and no one ever will. If he took her, she was his. He would never give her up.
He brought his face close and nuzzled his nose in her precious dark brown curls. He inhaled, bringing his finger down that same path as before. She gasped.
"Please…"
"What do you want, my love?"
"I don't know," she groaned, feeling confused and frustrated. Her stomach contracted every swipe of his devilish finger. He looked up, smirking. He suddenly felt empowered of his power over her. He knew he could somewhat control her in the bedroom, if nowhere else. He slowly ran a circle around that sensitive part, gently stroking it, and circling it again.
He threw his head back, shook his long, black hair from his face, growled, and harshly brought his tongue to her nub, tasting and taking. She screamed. Grabbing his hair and entangling her fingers, she arched up to his hungry mouth.
He grabbed her waist and slid her closer to him on their queen-sized bed. She raised up on her elbows and looked on as he attacked her. He looked up and saw the pleading in her eyes. More.
He slowly brought a long, knobbly finger to her opening and traced her folds. She whimpered, fell back on the bed, and yanked harder on his hair. He heard her whisper his name and pushed inside.
"Ohhh, harder. Harder, please!"
"You taste so good, Christine," He took another lick of the length of her sex before taking that nub and sucking. His bight green eyes were now deep and sensual.
"Oh!" She released his hair before grabbing the sheets in desperation. The peak of that mountain was so close and he could feel her rippling and pulsing around his finger. It was too much. He had to get out of those pants-
"Christine!" I look around the room, seeing everyone gone. Oh, class was over. I laugh at myself, making Heather and Meg look at me incredulously.
"What the hell, Chris?"
"Sorry" I laughed again, looking one last time at my seat in the back of the classroom. Walking out for the car line to wait for Erik, I think about my little event in math, earlier. I didn't have a name for my man, but I saw black hair and green eyes. Did I see... Erik?! Holy shit. No, I couldn't have, I just think black hair is attractive. I've decided Erik is attractive and he has black hair. Its just a coincidence.
I hope to update soon. Homework is tough lately, but I will trudge on for you guys!
