Chapter Nine
Evan's Residence
He was sitting on his bed, carving her beautiful name into his arm. He was trying to decide weather to leave it there or heal it. He decided to leave it.
The doorbell rang and he sighed. Who would come to the house to see him? His parents had gone out for the afternoon and all their friends called before they came over. As for Isabel, she was off somewhere with Tess. He sighed and got up off the bed. He was wearing nothing but some black sweat pants. He put on a black tee shirt and went to open the door. He put the cut arm behind his back and opened the door. Oh no, it was she.
"Hey," said Carmen with a strained smile. "I can see you're not very happy to see me…"
"I-I of course I'm happy to see you, you just caught me at a bad time…" said Max, blushing.
"Max, I already know what you were doing to your arm. My first plan was actually to just pop in through your window, something your brother has become very fond of doing at my house. Doesn't he use a door? Well anyways I saw what you were doing but not what you were writing. Can I see?" she asked, pushing the door open and letting her self in.
Max backed away from her, holding his hand behind his back.
"Come on Max. Let me see yours and I'll let you see mine." She winked at him suggestively. She surprised him by lunging at him and gently latching her arm around his waist. She was almost his exact height and he stared into her eyes as she slowly pulled his arm from behind his back.
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Michael's Place
Maria's POV
"Michael!" said Maria, furiously pounding on the door. "Don't make me open this door."
"Go flirt with strangers Maria!"
"Michael, quit being such a baby," she said, moving the door's molecules out of the way and stepping into the apartment.
"Go away." Michael was sitting on the couch with a bowl of Tabasco sauce lathered ice cream in one hand, and a large spoon in the other. He took a spoonful into his mouth and continued to stare at the television. He looked so cute.
She walked over to the couch and sat next to him. She knew he couldn't stay mad at her for long, but she might as well help speed up the forgiving process. She put her hand on his leg, resting her fingertips on his inner thigh.
"You didn't have to get so jealous Michael," she said, slowly moving her hand along his leg and pressing down on his inner thigh with her fingertips.
Michael gulped down the rest of the ice cream in his mouth and leaned forward, setting the bowl on the table in front of the couch. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "I wasn't jealous."
Maria moved her hand higher up his thigh. "Really? You looked pretty darn jealous to me," she whispered, pressing her body against his side and kissing him on the cheek.
"Maria, remember when you said you wouldn't go out with me if I asked?"
"Yes, I remember. Why? Are you trying to ask me out?" She teased him and began to gently suck on his pulse point.
Chapter Ten
Evans' Residence
Carmen couldn't believe that it was her own name that was carved into Max's arm. She gently skimmed her fingers over the slightly bleeding cuts. She looked up at Max's eyes and took her blood grazed fingers to her lips. She slowly licked the blood off her fingers. She smiled as his pupils dilated with desire. Wow, he was kinkier than she had hoped, and she loved it.
"You saw mine, now let me see yours," said Max, slowly withdrawing his arm from her grasp.
She swept her hand over her arm, reopening every carving she had made in his name. Max gasped and swept his hand over her arm, healing all the cuts but the ones around her wrist. Together, the words carved around her wrist read, Bound By Life, Love, And Lust. Under it she had carved her name then his over it. He took her wrist to his lips and kissed it, staining his lips with blood and healing the wound with each touch of his lips. Once her wrist was healed, he licked his lips. It turned her on so much that she almost moaned.
She smiled at him. "Max, as exciting as this is," she said, emphasizing the word exciting, "I came here to talk to you about a more pressing matter."
"And what would that be?" asked Max, his pupils returning to normal.
"Liz."
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Michael's Place
"Yes," he whispered, the words barley audible and almost lost by his shallow breath as Maria's hand neared his growing erection. Maria's hand stopped just centimeters away from the bulge in his pants. She looked into his eyes.
"Oh God, of course I'll go out with you Michael!" She kissed his lips and moved her hand the rest of the way up. He gasped as she gently rubbed him through his pants. He rested one of his hands on her abdomen and slowly trailed his hand up towards the underside of her breasts. She surprised him and pushed his body down on the couch. She straddled him and leaned down, kissing him full on the lips.
He kissed her back and rested his hands on her waist. Her skirt was hitched up high and he moved his hands down her butt. 'Where is her underwear?' he wondered as his hand glided along her smooth butt uninterrupted. 'Oh, g-string,' he realized as he moved his hand down between her legs. His fingers were met by wet silk.
She moaned as he rubbed the wet silk against her sensitive mound.
"Oh, Michael," she moaned, thrusting her hips to increase the contact. No one had ever touched her this intimately. Oh yes, they had tried, but she had never let them. She gasped as he moved the material out of the way and touched her wetness directly.
"Mmm, Maria. Your so wet," moaned Michael.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Maria quickly got off of Michael and adjusted her skirt..
"Mikey G.! Baby, I'm here. Open up! Sorry I took so long!" said Courtney from outside the door.
Maria glared at Michael.
"Maria, I can explain. It's just that, I was so, so jealous. I've never been jealous and I didn't know what was going on inside me. Courtney and me, well, we're still friends and we were just going to talk.
"Well have fin 'talking' to her, because you wont me 'talking' with me anytime soon." Maria stormed out of the apartment, ignoring Courtney on her way out.
