This chapter contains Rated M words that are clearly unsuitable for the youngest, so unless you're over 17, I suggest you skip this page.


He ditched school the next morning. Well, not 'ditched' because his mother was a teacher there and she would have killed him as soon as she would have learned that he was missing classes. No, he acted so that his mother would tell him to stay home and rest. He'd smile at himself devilishly as she'd closed his bedroom's door, and thought how good it was to lie a bit sometimes. His mother already knew he got into a fight because she kept records of every move Holt was doing when he was out. From what he understood, Holt had gotten home after school and slept in his bed until their mom arrived and checked all the bruises.

"Honey, you should have seen how it was worst yesterday, I tried my best but he really looked as if a car had hit him and rolled over him several times!", she had told him.

As he heard the front door slam downstairs, he got out of bed and started to dress up quickly. The simple fact of shoving one arm in a sleeve was painful. But it didn't stop him from getting out, riding his skateboard a little slower than usual. He wouldn't take the risk to fall over and get any more bruised than he already was. And even though his cheek hurt him, he couldn't stop smiling when he entered the sand area of New Salem.

He'd thought about surprising her, not telling her he would come and sneak into her bedroom to wake her up but he didn't because: a) it kind of made him seem like a psychopath, and b) it will reduce by far his chances of getting her. She would fucking kill him if he dared to see her not prepared and cleaned up, and it would only have her annoyed and grumpy and it was the last thing he wanted. So he had texted her as soon as his mother had closed the door.

He was surprised to see her greeting him in her pajamas, pleasantly surprised, of course. She had brushed her teeth and her hair in a hurry as soon as she saw the text he'd sent her, which was ten minutes ago, but she decided not to lose time on changing her clothes. So she had remained in her silk cream-colored pajamas, which were a tank top and short. It showed off more than she'd ever shown him already and she knew he would like that too.

She was smiling back at him until he could hear and see her gasp when he got closer to the front door. He barely had a foot inside the palace that she took his head between her hands and he expected a kiss, already closing his eyes and pushing his lips towards her.

"For fuck sake, Jake, what the hell happened to you?!", she yelled at him so high that his eyes shot open as he believed the entire castle heard her scream.

"Shhh… I told you, a fight started and I fainted after a kick."

"Yeah, I thought you got kicked once and fainted, not that they had all kept going at you even when you were unconscious.", she winced as she examined his face. "Fuck, Jake, your eyebrow."

He was lost in her eyes. He didn't care about his face, he was just smiling at her, and it made him look proud of getting beaten up. He wasn't of course, but his damn smile told otherwise.

"You know you're beautiful?"

She looked at him, made an annoyed sound and pulled his arm towards her as she led him to her bedroom for the second time. He made little hurt sounds all the way. She seated him on her bed but remained standing as she leaned over his face to stare closely at his eyebrow.

"Fuck, that hurt."

"Why the hell does your arm hurt? Did you punch them too? And don't lie to me, I've dated jocks, I know how to recognize someone that got into a fight by accident from someone that created the fight."

Huh, interesting. She had dated jocks. Oh, she definitely wasn't a virgin anymore, if he still had any doubts. Now, what annoyed him was that she'd probably dated a few of his current fellow teams.

"Who did you date?", was all he answered her, and it annoyed her even more.

"I'm sorry? Answer my question, first.", she raised an eyebrow at him and it reminded him of Cleo. Except he found it sexy when Nefera did it and deadly annoying when Cleo did.

"Fine. I got accidentally into the fight and when I received a lost punch, I fought back. But I really ended up passing out and it's the only reason why I didn't come yesterday."

"Why did you lie to me, then?", she said, raising her eyebrow again and crossing her arms against her chest, it only proved him that she didn't believe him.

"Well… I didn't want you to think I was a fighter, I mean, that I had troubles out there."

"Jake, I couldn't care less if you were a fighter and if you had any issue, I hope you would at least consider telling me so that I can help you.".

She now had her hand resting on his bruised cheek, and he lifted his hand that he had put on her inner knee, getting higher and higher, caressing the back of her thigh with his palm and moving it to her side before he would touch her ass. He grabbed her by the hips as his eyes fell on her belly button's piercing. A little golden jewel he'd never seen before.

"So, who did you date?", he asked, still lost in his thoughts.

"You don't know them.", she said, smiling at him. "The only guy you might know is Clawd, a werewolf. We went out for like, three weeks but it was too much fur to deal with."

She dated fucking Clawd Wolf. Holy shit. How was he supposed to keep up with that?

"Did you two, huh, slept together?", he asked, unconfident.

She looked at him strangely. They hadn't had that talk, yet, and honestly, she knew she'll boil with rage if he mentioned another girl he had done something with so she wasn't sure if she wanted to confess her sex life to him.

"Yes. Once. As I said, it was too much fur to deal with. It wasn't great, really…", she said as he looked at her directly. "You know him. You do, right?"

"He's one of my fellows. I play casketball with him.", he said, trying to keep his nerves.

She knew they shouldn't have talked about that. She didn't want him to picture her with Clawd the next time he'll saw his teammate. Nefera started caressing his cheek softly, kissing his forehead as she took a step inside his open legs, getting her body closer to his face.

"You have exes too, I presume. I might know them."

"No. I never dated anyone, I wasn't the kind to be interested in that."

"That? Meaning sex, or girls?", she asked with a little smile.

"Both, I guess. I mean I was busy with keeping my grades at the highest while doing skate and playing casketball. I didn't have time for a girlfriend."

"Never? Like, you never had a crush or something?"

"I had, several. I have one, currently, but that, I suppose you already know."

She smiled even more and sat on his lap, straddling him.

"And about sex? You asked me if I fucked the werewolf, now it's your turn to confess."

He was getting harder and harder as she started to lower both of their bodies on her bed. He was now laying down on her bed with her on top of him, now sitting on his crotch, his hands petting her hips as hers was on his torso.

"There's nothing to confess.", he smiled as he confessed his 'virginity' to her. "Although, I had a blowjob once."

He laughed as he saw her smile fade and her eyebrows frown.

"What? Wait, some girl sucked you and you didn't have sex with her?"

Now he was the one frowning, Deuce had said quite the same thing when he learned.

"I never asked for her to blow me, I woke up with her sucking my dick and I didn't even know her!"

"Wait, what proves you that you never had sex with her then?"

If he was pleased by the jealousy she was obviously showing him, he was quite annoyed with her curiosity. He hated it but when it came to Holt, he didn't have the choice but lie to her.

"I would remember my first time, trust me."

"Hmm… So, a blowjob, then. Nothing more, you didn't think about sex because your… Grades were more important. What kind of guy are you?"

He pushed his hips against her so she would feel him and shut up. It only made her smile even more as she started to kiss his jaw.

"I do think about sex sometimes. I've been particularly thinking about sex a lot more than usual these past few weeks."

She bit him slightly and smiled at him.

"You had nasty thoughts about me?"

He finally moved his hands from her hips and took her face in his hands.

"You have no idea.", he said, chuckling before kissing her deeply.

She soon opened her mouth to let their tongues dancing together, after what he attempted to switch places and be on top of her, but as soon as he raised she pushed him back on the bed. She was overwhelmed, she wanted to sink into him. His erection was pushing against her crotch and she knew she was already too wet for her own good. Without even knowing it, she started to grind him as she returned on kissing him. His left hand was resting on her bare breast, slid under the top and finally touching it, rolling her nipple between his fingers. His other hand was petting her ass, which was as soft as he imagined it.

She was moaning, already. She felt like a real virgin, the only fact of him touching her breast getting her so hot. She could feel the slickness on her short, it turned her on even more, she kept grinding him and could feel him being as hard as wood under her. His jeans were irritating her thighs but she didn't care and grind on him harder as if she tried to sink deep inside him. He finally managed to roll her over and ended on top of her, she saw him smiling with pride before going back to kiss him. Her hands lost themselves in his hair before she let one dive a little lower, as she started to unbuckle his belt.

"Wait, Nef."

"Don't worry virgin, your time hasn't come, yet."

He winced but soon stopped as a grin took place on his lips. She got his jeans lower on his thighs so his underwear - and mostly its contents - would be out. She let out a moan as she touched it with her eyes closed, she only wanted to grind him right now. They rolled over again and she found herself nearly impaled on him as his dick pointed right towards her entrance. If it wasn't for his boxers and her shorts, he would have penetrated her mistakenly and, she was actually so wet that he might have gotten balls deep inside her with no resistance.

She let out a swear word. He laughed but soon it was replaced with his own moans as she started to give him a hickey.

She had fallen asleep against, him, still in her pajamas, as he had put his jeans back. He was still hard, and he didn't know when he would be able to jerk-off but the sooner the better. They had given each other a few hickeys, she had taught him how to and soon had found herself with three hickeys on her chest. The fact that no-one should saw these being a good excuse for sucking her in hidden places. His neck and jaw, on the opposite, were a bit marked, she had bitten him lightly so that it would look as if it was other bruises. His chest, just like hers, had purple hickeys, though, and he almost cum when she was giving him some.

She had been wet, he knew it since his boxers had ended with a sticky wet spot that he knew, wasn't coming from him. But most of all, he had seen a slick trail running down her thigh at some point. He was kind of proud that he provoked this kind of reaction to Nefera. His girlfriend. He had a girlfriend. They had talked about it when they rested before she fell asleep. They had concluded that they were dating but that no one must ever know that they even knew each other. That was the roughest part. He wanted to scream it on every roof, wanted every asshole she'd dated to know that she was his now.

The only person he didn't want to know he was dating Nefera, actually, was Holt.


Sooo, 1st "M Scene", kinda. I am a little uncomfortable posting this but I still feel good with this chapter, I like it...

Thanks for reading, anyway!

Next Week: The Day Out.