He really did love his mom's cooking. She liked to make a lot of comfort food most of the time. And he definitely enjoyed having a few extra carbs after the day he'd had.
When he finished washing his dishes, he headed back to his room. He flipped on the light and nearly jumped out of his skin. There sat Addison up on her knees on his bed, a matching set of thin black lace bra and panties the only things covering her most intimate areas.
A very embarrassing squeak sound escaped him before he could stop it but he hurriedly shut the door before anyone could possibly see her.
"You have got to stop sneaking in here like this." He breathed.
"What? You don't like what I put on for you?" She questioned in a quiet, innocent tone.
"Trust me, that is not the issue here." He smirked. She giggled softly and raised her hand to beckon him over. He flipped back off the lights and didn't hesitate to rush toward the bed with the beautiful girl waiting for him.
She sat up and met his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and guided her to lay back on his pillows, her legs wrapped around his waist intimately as their tongues battled for dominance. Addison tugged the back of his shirt telling him she wanted it gone, which he complied swiftly before returning his lips to hers.
Her hands roamed over his solid torso. "You must work out a lot for your football bod, huh?" She panted when he moved his kisses down her jawline. He nodded in the crook of her neck.
"2 hours a day," he paused to kiss her neck again, "except weekends."
"I'd say your hard work is definitely paying off." She giggled breathlessly and reached between them to undo his jeans. He pulled his hips just out of her reach and smirked at her confused frown.
"I think it's my turn to return the favor for telling those guys off." He said, leaning in to trail kisses down her collarbone to her cleavage and continuing down her flat stomach.
"Do you even know what you're gonna be doin' down there?" She teased. Zed pouted up at her, the sight making her suck in a sharp breath.
"I'll let you tell me when I'm done." He grumbled.
His adorable pout, messy hair, and his position with her legs propped on his shoulders made her regret coming over tonight. Her heart was pounding in a way she's never felt before and she didn't like it. Maybe she did, but she'd never ever admit it. Maybe her plan to train him as a fuck buddy was a mistake.
With her mind racing with all these thoughts, she missed when he'd slid her panties off her ankles. Or the way his eyes watched her face for reactions as he dipped his head down and flicked the tip of his tongue over the little nub of nerves between her thighs.
The sudden jolt that shot through her brought her out of her thoughts and her hips bucked subconsciously. Her bewildered eyes met his cautious, examining ones and she knew he was looking for approval. But the fan of his own heavy breaths on her clit made it hard to concentrate.
"Keep going, Big Shot." She whispered breathlessly, gently combing her fingers through that messy hair of his.
He didn't hesitate to do as he was told and stroked the sensitive button with his tongue. The saliva building in his mouth from so much stimulation was impossible to completely contain. If only for the pure effort of keeping her clean, he wrapped his lips around the ball of nerves and sucked any excess liquid off. Addison's back rose off the bed and her fingers tightened in his hair.
He realized she must have liked that 'cause he got a quiet moan out of her the next time he did it. He also noticed she liked when he made long, slow licks from the bottom of her slit up to the nub and flicked his tongue. But when her hold of his head became forceful, he figured she must be close. So playtime was over.
He lapped at her juices and gently forced his tongue inside. She let out a strangled, garbled groan as her legs clamped around his head to keep him in place, a rush of fresh liquid seeping out around his tongue. He closed his lips around her opening and drank up the sweet nectar, her body quivering around him.
Once she came down enough, she loosened her grip on his hair and opened her legs to release her hold on him. He looked up at her and wiped any remnants off his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled back up her body, plopping down beside her on the mattress.
"Wow, not bad for your first time." She praised still out of breath. Zed chuckled and draped his arm over her stomach, leaning down and kissing her temple affectionately.
She suddenly shifted onto her side facing him and yanked at his jean button and zipper, slightly startling him. "Whoa whoa! Slow down!" He teasingly whispered, grabbing her wrists to stop her. He winced slightly from the sting of his raw palms. She looked at him, he saw the harsh frown on her lips and recoiled like he'd done something wrong.
"I just wanna get this over with." She spat, reaching for his pants again. Zed immediately stopped her by the wrists like before, wincing again more visibly from the added force.
"Hey! No, what are you talking about?" He insisted. She looked up at him with a deeper frown and anger swimming in her confused eyes.
"What's your problem! Just get your dick out so I can get this over with!" She argued through clenched teeth, in an attempt to keep quiet.
Zed was beyond confused but he did not want her to be angry with him for any reason. He gently replaced his hand on her bare hip and scooted slightly closer, her anger shifting with faint traces of fear, which concerned him.
"Get what over with? All I want is to lay here a minute with you." He told her softly. Her eyes were searching his, her head swarming with confusion and debate, and her lips parted ever so slightly in awe.
Her mouth then pursed into an emotionless thin line. She didn't say a word. Or even nod. She just ducked her head into his chest and cuddled into his warmth, her arms curling around her middle. Zed wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed the top of her head, letting her adjust until she was comfortable. He sighed contently, all his stresses of the day evaporating.
Addison laid in his arms for half an hour. Her brain flew a million miles a minute between confusing feelings and combatant thoughts. Men were all the same. They have one thing on their minds and that's all women are good for. That's how every guy she's ever messed with has been. So what was she even supposed to think?
This new kid. Zed. He didn't seem to necessarily want all that stuff. Of course he enjoyed it, but he just ate her out and asked her just to lay with him as reciprocation. And why did that make her stomach flutter?
This boy was toying with her. There had to be something he wanted. Something he was using her for. But what?
A light snore snapped her out of her thoughts, she realized his arms resting around her were loosened and his breathing was even and steady. She smiled softly.
'Falling asleep? Really?' She thought jokingly to herself. She carefully slid out from under his arm and grabbed her panties and stole one of his oversized shirts, tucking the T-shirt and shorts she'd worn in under her arm.
She paused as she looked over the sleeping boy, something inside her wasn't wanting to leave, even though she knew she had to. She walked around so she was behind him, leaning over and placing a feather-light kiss on his cheek, before hurrying towards the window and heading home.
The loud beeping of Zed's alarm woke him up the next morning. He let out a groggy groan as he rolled over to turn it off. His brows furrowed as he realized he was still wearing the ripped jeans he had on yesterday, and his shirt was gone.
Memories of Addison the night before flashed through his mind when it hit him. He jerked upright, frantically checking around his room.
Addison was nowhere to be found.
He sighed in disappointment, though it was definitely for the best. But he wished he could have kissed her goodbye before she left. His face scrunched with concern when he thought about the little argument they'd had.
He wasn't even totally sure what it was about. All he knew was that she thought he would demand reciprocation in the form of sex. Which he'd never make her do.
With another deeper sigh, he decided he should get up and get ready for school.
Zed hadn't seen Addison on his way to school like he normally did the past few days. Or at school at all. He even checked her usual smoke spot but she wasn't there either.
It really worried him.
When last period rolled around, Zed found out he made the football team! Maybe things could finally look up for him. He could play the field and make his family proud. His chest puffed and his head was held high just as the final bell rang.
He had a pep in his step as he made his way to practice. It was easier to ignore any looks or comments made about him with the excitement of football to look forward to.
He walked into the locker room and quickly got changed in one of the corners to avoid the louder of his teammates who had tormented him yesterday. With his practice gear on, he slipped out under the radar and he was home free to get to the field.
To say he took a beating would be an understatement. No one blocked for him and the defensive guys hit him at full force. The. Entire. Time.
"Ow," he breathed, rubbing his aching shoulder on the walk home.
They were able to make him look like a chump in front of Coach. His shoulders rolled forward in defeat. He'd had such high hopes for being on the team. But now it just felt hopeless.
As he approached his house, his eyes couldn't help but wander to Addison's place. That was another thing that had been bothering him all day.
He was worried about her. About their status. Was she mad at him? Was she avoiding him? Or was he just overthinking things and she was just sick or something?
He decided to walk across the street.
Knocking on the front door, he gripped the strap of his backpack a little tighter. What if she was mad at him and got even madder that he came over to her house?!
He didn't get to have his dilemma for long since a man answered the door. A very grouchy looking man wearing a police uniform. He didn't even greet Zed, just stared at him expectantly.
"Um, hi! Is, uh, Addison home?" He asked in a shaky voice. The frown on the man's face seemed to deepen at his question.
"No. Get lost kid." He said, slamming the door in Zed's face. Zed's shoulders immediately slumped.
"That went well." He sighed, turning and walking across the street to his house.
He tried his best to hide how horrible of a day he'd had from his parents. Though he was pretty sure they could tell his smile was fake. But they didn't say anything.
When he went back to his room, he waited up in hopes that Addison would come by again.
But she never did.
