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Chapter 4: Day Three

Maggie

I didn't wake until the door to my room opened the next morning. I was hoping it would be my mom, coming to take me home, but the people who came in were just as good. A smile lit up my face as Peter and Joe walked into my room. They looked sad to begin with, though, and when they saw my tear stained face, they looked even worse.

I knew I had to explain to them, but I was at a loss for words. I didn't want to have to explain everything.

They sat down in two chairs. Everything was normal, except for the fact that we were in a hospital and I was going to die in exactly five days.

"Hey," Peter said.

"Hi," I said, waving meekly to them. "I've missed you guys. It's been a while. Three days?"

Peter laughed.

"Yeah, It's been way too long," he said.

"How did we survive?" Joe asked in mock terror.

I laughed, also, but soon a realization struck me.

"Why are all of you here? Kyle came to see me just after I came in. They couldn't have notified him so soon..." My voice trailed off, afraid that something had happened to one of them.

"We were all in a fight," Peter explained.

"Those little shits were beating on this girl. We started fighting with them. We saved her, and she got away alright. But..." Joe's voice trailed off.

"Faith got hurt. They had been drinking, those fagots, and one of the bottles hit her. She fell unconscious. She's on the first floor."

"Oh my God!" I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. Before I knew what I was doing, I was running down through the door and to the elevator.

"Maggie! Wait up!" Joe and Peter were running to catch up with me. I slid into the elevator and they ran in just before the doors closed.

"What room?" I was to shocked and scared to even feel the slightest bit exhausted from my previous exertion.

"We'll show you," Peter said. He and Joe walked out of the elevator as soon a the doors opened, and I followed. I prayed that Faith was alright. I couldn't stand the suspense. I had to see her. I had to know that she was okay. But suddenly, I felt so weak. The adrenaline was wearing off, and that limp feeling returned to my body. I was wearing away, slowly, and couldn't do anything now without nearly fainting. It seemed like my body was going to cave long before the seven days were up. Tears sprang into my eyes, but I swallowed them down. Peter and Joe still weren't aware of what was happening to me, and I didn't want to add that to their worries, with Faith in the hospital and all.

Soon , we reached a door and Peter and Joe moved aside so I could walk in.

"Faith?" I asked. The girl laying in the hospital bed had needles poked into her arm and tubes everywhere. Her hair was greasy and uncombed, and her clothes were wrinkled. Her eyes drooped, but opened slightly when I said her name. She looked dazed, as if she didn't know where she was or why. This wasn't the bubbly, effervescent girl that I loved so much.

"Hey, Maggie," her voice said, sounding much like the real Faith on a bad day when she didn't get enough sleep. "I'm tired, that's why I look like this. All this medication stuff makes me drowsy." She smiled, and her eyes opened a bit.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm okay. I probably don't look okay, but I can't wait to get out of here. They just don't let you go, here."

"Tell me about it!" I said, but I flung a hand to my mouth. She wasn't supposed to know that I was in the hospital. I wanted her to believe that I was just visiting.

"You've been in here before?" she asked, too tired to realize.

"Oh, yeah... busted my chin open once," I said. It was true, so I didn't feel guilty about lying. I walked up to her and took her hand. "You rest, okay? Get some sleep."

"Okay, mom," she joked.

"Mother knows best!" I pointed my finger at her playfully, tsk-ing.

"Bye," she said, snuggling into the covers and closing her eyes.

I walked to the door, my smile fading. I had to tell them. I only had five more days. I opened the door and took a deep breath, preparing for this task I'd been dreading. Peter and Joe were nowhere to be found, however, and I head back up to my room and slept through the night.

Sam

My mom was scared when I called. Scared and angry. She didn't know where I was, who I was with, or why I was where I was. She seemed reluctant at first, but then after I promised that I would only be here for a week or so, she seemed to calm down a bit. I promised to call at least once a day, and I heard her sigh in relief. She wanted me home right away, but I could feel her wearing down. I hung up, lightly, after saying "I love you." And then I turned to Tony.

"All's good?" he asked, grinning sexily.

"Yeah... almost," I said, mischievously. Then, I crawled across his bed to wearing he was laying on his back and straddled him. Then, I leaned down slowly and pressed my lips lightly to his. Before long, our lips were working passionately and hungrily at each others, our tongues exploring one another's mouths. His hands were working their way slowly up my shirt when there was a knock at his bedroom door. I jumped off of him in a millisecond and slid off of the bed as he called "com in!"

"Just checking in on you guys," his mom said suspiciously, but she was smiling all the same. "Your father and I are going to a conference tonight, and we won't be back until around two o'clock. It's going to be a long drive and the conference doesn't end until around eleven. Just so you know," she added. And then she blew a kiss in Tony's direction, winked at me, and closed the door. Tony and I listened to her retreating footsteps and then the opening and closing of the front door. Once we heard the car leave the driveway, we knew it was safe to speak.

"Let's go out, Sam. I want to take you somewhere," Tony said, grinning. I didn't know what he had up his sleeve. "I know this really nice restaurant that my parents took me to for my birthday last year. It's at a hotel. We could rent a room for the night..." His voice trailed off and he looked away from me, blushing slightly. I giggled.

"Sounds good," I said, feeling myself getting ready for what I knew lay ahead.

I wore my red lace tanga and bra set under my short denim mini and my gorgeous green top. It was low and revealed a nice amount of cleavage. My hair was straightened and I knew that it would fan out around my head on a pillow and make me look irresistible. I applied a shimmer lip gloss, a light blush, a little brown eyeliner and a very small amount of light green eye shadow and mascara. I had a small black handbag slung over my shoulder and I knew I looked sexy.

Tony couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of me. Even though the restaurant was amazing with dim, golden lighting and expensive decor, he didn't look around at the surroundings at all. He merely gazed lovingly at me. I felt more special than I had in my entire life. I whispered into his ear, telling him this. He smiled and whispered back.

"That's because you are special." His soft, sexy voice sent chills up and down my spine. I couldn't wait for what would come after dinner.

I could hardly care about my food. Tony and I talked the evening away. We never ran out of things to say to each other. He kept complementing me, and I was on top of the world. Soon, I knew, I would be on top of him. After we ate, we decided we didn't need desert. We'd have enough desert upstairs in the hotel room. He walked up to the counter, ordered the nicest suite they had, paid in full, and then we were led to our room. As we walked, hand in hand, I gazed down at the diamond ring on my finger; the promise ring he had given me, telling me that he would love me forever. As the man who had led us to our room handed us the key, Tony winked at me, sexily, and opened the door.

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed around at the high ceilings, deep rich colors, and the huge king size canopy bed. Tony took my hand in his once more, but then, thinking the better of it, lifted me up into his arms, bridal style, and carried me to the bed. There, he lay me down on the soft, rich, golden and red comforter. I laughed softly, smiling. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off my high heeled boots.

Then he crawled up onto the bed and placed a hand on either side of my head and a knee on either side of my legs. Then, he leaned down and kissed me, strongly, passionately, hungry. He rolled over and pulled me on top of him, never breaking the kiss. His tongue tasted sweet, and I savored the taste of his mouth. My back arched and my body began to sway against his. I couldn't control the passion between us. It was wild and untamed. I entangled my fingers in his hair as he slid his hands underneath my shirt. He quickly slid it over my head, breaking the kiss only for a second, before throwing it to the side and continuing to kiss me. But then I broke the kiss. I straddled Tony and sat up, over hips on each other's. He sad up as well, his eyes gazing first into mine, then traveling down my face, down my neck, to the newly exposed flesh. I sat up on my knees and slid my mini off of my hips, throwing that to the side as well. Something resembling a growl arose from Tony's throat as he saw me in only my lacy lingerie. He looked like he was about to drool. I started swaying my hips, grinding the air, playing with him and teasing him. I climbed off of the bed, and he followed, stumbling after me. I went to the fridge, which was packed with deserts. I found a can of whip cream and hid it behind my back as before he could see it. Then, I backed back towards the bed. He followed, the growl low and deep in his chest. Then, in a flash, I pulled the whipped cream from behind my back and sprayed him with it. I got it straight in the center of his chest. I walked towards him and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

"Look's like I got your shirt dirty," I said seductively. Then, I slipped my hands under his shirt, pulled it up over his head and threw it to the side as he had done with mine. But in a blink, he grabbed the whipped cream from my hand and sprayed my chest with it.

"Look's like I got your breasts dirty," he said deeply, sexily, and I felt that now-familiar tingling go down my spine. Then, he lowered his head, and leading my back to the bed began to lick the whipped cream off of my chest, all the way down, as far as my bra would allow. And then, fumbling with his belt and still licking my body, he pushed me lightly onto the bed. His pants slid down and he was left in his boxers. I giggled playfully and lay down on one of the pillows, my hair fanning out around my face as I had expected. He came down on top of me, lightly, then rolled me over. He fumbled with my bra strap, eager to remove the garment preventing him from reaching my breasts. I reached back to help him, and I unsnapped the bra. As soon as it fell away, he was kissing my whole body, except for where my tanga did not allow. He swept my whole body in his lips, and then I stopped him. My turn. I felt his penis hard against my legs, and planted kisses all the way down his stomach to the rim of his boxers. He slid my tango off of my hips, and I was left completely exposed before him. He twirled my pubic hair and planted a kiss lightly on my lower abdomen. I pressed my breasts against his chest and looked up at him. He hurried to remove his boxers. Neither of us could take it anymore.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, softly, lovingly.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded, scared but eager at the same time.

"I love you, sexy," he said.

"I love you too, Tony," I said softly in return. And then he pushed and with a powerful thrust, he was inside of me. I screamed loudly as he broke through, but he cupped a hand over my mouth, then kissed me. I felt so complete in that instant. He kept thrusting, lightly at first, and we kept kissing until I had to pull away. I let out a moan of pleasure and he growled again. I loved the way he growled. He rolled me onto my back, sucking my left breast, now, and massaging my right one with he hand. He continued thrusting until I screamed "harder," and he did. He continued humping and trusting and I felt a warm pleasure between my legs. It was perfect. It lasted so long, six orgasms, before both of us were to tired to hardly breathe. And then we fell asleep in each others arms, naked, and de-virginitized.

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