Chapter 11 Lyk i said, u ppl r gunna hate me...but I promise, my motives are GOOD! so don't get too mad!
Rachel slid her hands up her hips, slightly lifting the tank top. She licked her lips, then turned to Michael. She rubbed his neck, stomped her foot. She tilted her neck, and rubbed Derek's arm. She lifted one shoulder, then shifted to the other, and did it again. She ran her hands up Collins rock hard chest. She whispered into their minds, 'Kiss me, hold me, touch me' She moaned provocatively, and bent down and up again like a playboy bunny.
'You know you want to.' She leaned back, and ran her fingers through her lustrous hair. It didn't bother any of them that they were being unfaithful. As far as they knew, they didn't even have girlfriends. Michael was leering at her, Derek was grinning, and Collin's expression showed pure lusty desire as his eyes thoroughly examined every inch of her body. And even though she couldn't show it, she hated every bit of it.
She spread herself out, and Michael was the first to attack. He nibbled her neck, and caressed her back. Derek came over, and pressed his hungry lips to her ear, kissing and licking, and rubbed her stomach. After a few moments of heavy breathing, her body grinned at Collin. 'No! Please not him! I won't do this to him! No!' She was too late. Collin grinned back, grabbed her shoulders, and his lips met hers.
While the outside of her continued to kiss him, her insides filled with grief. He was a fabulous kisser, but if only he was doing it by his own will. If only she was. She had done it now. In spite of his niceness to her, she had gone and made him untrue. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she wondered what it would be like to really be kissed by him. Suddenly, strong, angry arms yanked her away, finally knocking the sense into her.
Her body unwillingly changed into shadow. But before she left, she managed to fix up their minds. Horrible tingling, and the fast movement caused her to sob. When she landed again, the room was so dark, it was impossible to see. The familiar arms wrapped around her. Not caring who it was, she leaned against the warm chest, and cried. "Stanton, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I swear! Gerard possessed me!" She said between tears.
He pulled back, and she stared into the luminescent...silver eyes? "Tymmie?" She asked incredulously. "Yes." He said calmly. Biting her lip, her breathing went ragged. She rubbed her neck, and felt a dampness from the saliva. "Ugh!" Tymmie turned on the lights, and she saw she was in her room again. She ran to her bathroom, and took a shower, trying to wash away her sorrows.
When she got back out, she found Tymmie leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. "I'm so sorry." She whispered shamefully. "I didn't mean to." He looked up, and she found a small trail of dried tears on his face. "I know." He said. "I read your mind and found out what was happening." He looked down again, and said, "I was certain that you would have to be out of your mind to do something like that."
She looked down. Even though she just took a shower, she felt dirty, and contaminated. "Well, since you don't seem to need me anymore, I'll be going." She looked up, her jaw dropped in anger. "Are you crazy?" He looked at her, his expression angry. "What makes you think that I don't need you anymore? Right now, I need you more than ever!" She held back tears as her anger pushed to the limit.
Tymmie came away from the wall, and shouted at her in a tone he'd never used with her before. "What the hell do you think I need? I watched those guys crawl all over you, and you just let them! Until I read your mind, I almost thought that you wanted them to!" He screamed. "No way! That sluttiness isn't for me!" Tymmie ran up to her. "Please! I know you wondered what it would be like to kiss him!"
She scoffed. "So? I've thought the same of you!" Her eyes widened, and she clasped her hands over her mouth. The last statement caught him off guard. He blinked a couple times. "You-you have?" She blushed, and nodded weakly. He sighed. "Well, I've wondered about kissing you." Her eyes widened even more, and she looked down bashfully. He lifted her chin. "But we don't have to wonder." He whispered quietly.
She studied his face, her eyes lingering at his lips. He leaned in softly, and kissed her. A true happiness she had never felt before surged her blood. She had often wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but even her best fantasies had never felt this good. Overwhelmed with curiosity, she opened her mouth, and allowed his entrance. A shock of pleasure jolted through her as his tongue gently stroked hers.
She shivered as his arms wrapped around her. Her hands slid up his chest, and linked behind his neck. His kiss roughened, and she passionately responded. He turned her around. She pressed even closer to him, deeply wanting to give him something. After the way she acted, she wanted him to have her one peace offering: herself. He gently leaned her onto the bed, and unzipped her pants. She trembled expectantly.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and panted, "I'm sorry." "Wha-" she couldn't finish, the sensations from his kiss leaving her breathless. "I got to go." He said. He turned into shadow, and left her on the bed. She paused, then silently cried. She had done it again. She slipped into pj's, and went to sleep, dreaming about what could have been. (Next chapter is called: Stanton's virginity. :D)
Rachel slid her hands up her hips, slightly lifting the tank top. She licked her lips, then turned to Michael. She rubbed his neck, stomped her foot. She tilted her neck, and rubbed Derek's arm. She lifted one shoulder, then shifted to the other, and did it again. She ran her hands up Collins rock hard chest. She whispered into their minds, 'Kiss me, hold me, touch me' She moaned provocatively, and bent down and up again like a playboy bunny.
'You know you want to.' She leaned back, and ran her fingers through her lustrous hair. It didn't bother any of them that they were being unfaithful. As far as they knew, they didn't even have girlfriends. Michael was leering at her, Derek was grinning, and Collin's expression showed pure lusty desire as his eyes thoroughly examined every inch of her body. And even though she couldn't show it, she hated every bit of it.
She spread herself out, and Michael was the first to attack. He nibbled her neck, and caressed her back. Derek came over, and pressed his hungry lips to her ear, kissing and licking, and rubbed her stomach. After a few moments of heavy breathing, her body grinned at Collin. 'No! Please not him! I won't do this to him! No!' She was too late. Collin grinned back, grabbed her shoulders, and his lips met hers.
While the outside of her continued to kiss him, her insides filled with grief. He was a fabulous kisser, but if only he was doing it by his own will. If only she was. She had done it now. In spite of his niceness to her, she had gone and made him untrue. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she wondered what it would be like to really be kissed by him. Suddenly, strong, angry arms yanked her away, finally knocking the sense into her.
Her body unwillingly changed into shadow. But before she left, she managed to fix up their minds. Horrible tingling, and the fast movement caused her to sob. When she landed again, the room was so dark, it was impossible to see. The familiar arms wrapped around her. Not caring who it was, she leaned against the warm chest, and cried. "Stanton, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I swear! Gerard possessed me!" She said between tears.
He pulled back, and she stared into the luminescent...silver eyes? "Tymmie?" She asked incredulously. "Yes." He said calmly. Biting her lip, her breathing went ragged. She rubbed her neck, and felt a dampness from the saliva. "Ugh!" Tymmie turned on the lights, and she saw she was in her room again. She ran to her bathroom, and took a shower, trying to wash away her sorrows.
When she got back out, she found Tymmie leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. "I'm so sorry." She whispered shamefully. "I didn't mean to." He looked up, and she found a small trail of dried tears on his face. "I know." He said. "I read your mind and found out what was happening." He looked down again, and said, "I was certain that you would have to be out of your mind to do something like that."
She looked down. Even though she just took a shower, she felt dirty, and contaminated. "Well, since you don't seem to need me anymore, I'll be going." She looked up, her jaw dropped in anger. "Are you crazy?" He looked at her, his expression angry. "What makes you think that I don't need you anymore? Right now, I need you more than ever!" She held back tears as her anger pushed to the limit.
Tymmie came away from the wall, and shouted at her in a tone he'd never used with her before. "What the hell do you think I need? I watched those guys crawl all over you, and you just let them! Until I read your mind, I almost thought that you wanted them to!" He screamed. "No way! That sluttiness isn't for me!" Tymmie ran up to her. "Please! I know you wondered what it would be like to kiss him!"
She scoffed. "So? I've thought the same of you!" Her eyes widened, and she clasped her hands over her mouth. The last statement caught him off guard. He blinked a couple times. "You-you have?" She blushed, and nodded weakly. He sighed. "Well, I've wondered about kissing you." Her eyes widened even more, and she looked down bashfully. He lifted her chin. "But we don't have to wonder." He whispered quietly.
She studied his face, her eyes lingering at his lips. He leaned in softly, and kissed her. A true happiness she had never felt before surged her blood. She had often wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but even her best fantasies had never felt this good. Overwhelmed with curiosity, she opened her mouth, and allowed his entrance. A shock of pleasure jolted through her as his tongue gently stroked hers.
She shivered as his arms wrapped around her. Her hands slid up his chest, and linked behind his neck. His kiss roughened, and she passionately responded. He turned her around. She pressed even closer to him, deeply wanting to give him something. After the way she acted, she wanted him to have her one peace offering: herself. He gently leaned her onto the bed, and unzipped her pants. She trembled expectantly.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and panted, "I'm sorry." "Wha-" she couldn't finish, the sensations from his kiss leaving her breathless. "I got to go." He said. He turned into shadow, and left her on the bed. She paused, then silently cried. She had done it again. She slipped into pj's, and went to sleep, dreaming about what could have been. (Next chapter is called: Stanton's virginity. :D)