"Did you see Sydney Whitefeather the other night at the party? Dude, it was awesome!" Brady was nearly bouncing on his feet, his eyes lit up in excitement as he recounted the tale to a dubious Seth and Collin. "She took her top off and, oh my god, her tits were just-" He made a rounded shape in front of himself with his hands then shook his head, leaning against the lockers with a silly grin on his lips as he sighed in bliss.
"Oh, please." Collin rolled his eyes, extending one hand to smack the back of his cousin's head. "Like you actually got into a senior party without getting your ass kicked."
"Like I need permission to go to the beach? Not my fault I happened to stumble in on their bonfire." Brady shrugged, then stood up straight as his eyes widened and he scrambled to smooth his long hair away from his face. "Dude, here she comes!"
Seth turned to look at whatever had Brady in such a fit, shutting his locker as he did so. His frown softened slightly as he saw a small group of upperclassmen walking down the narrow hallway, chatting amongst themselves. At the center of the crowd, slightly in front of the others as if in an unspoken formation, was a goddess.
Her hair was long and thick, hanging down to her slim hips in luscious curls and bouncing with each step. Her caramel colored skin was hidden from view only by a pair of worn, cutoff shorts that were well past being a dress code violation and a gauzy, black camisole with colorful embroidered flowers on the neckline. Judging by the way her nipples made small peaks against the thin fabric, she hadn't worn a bra. Seth finally tore his eyes away from her body, looking at her face and feeling his cheeks flush crimson beneath his copper skin as he realized she was looking at him, probably realizing he was ogling her.
One dark brown eye winked at him as she slipped the red blow pop out of her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over her glossy, plump bottom lip. His pants immediately felt tighter as the breath left his lungs in a giant whoosh.
He felt a jolt of heat run down his spine, only to be torn from his daze by Brady as he jammed his elbow into Seth's ribs. "Dude! She totally just winked at me!" He leaned against Seth, sighing happily as he slung an over Seth's shoulders. "Clearly she's falling for the old Fuller charm."
"In your dreams," Seth said, feeling as though his mouth were full of cotton but trying to sound normal. His eyes followed her until she was out of sight, lost in the sea of students crowding the hallway, before he turned away from the spectacle to try to gain his bearings. "That was Sydney?"
"Yup. Hot as hell, huh?" Brady smirked knowingly, raising an eyebrow at Seth. He had been on the 'try to get into Sydney's pants' bandwagon for some time now; he welcomed another member aboard with unabashed glee, despite Collin's disapproving glare.
Seth swallowed hard, tongue darting out to swipe along his parched bottom lip, and nodded as he looked at his friends, his teeth pressing into his bottom lip. "She's a senior?"
"Junior. Supposed to be a senior though, people say she got held back in 8th grade because she got sent to juvie for a year." Collin spoke up, patting Seth on the back then rolling his eyes at Brady's lovestruck grin. "Don't get pulled into her trap like this idiot; Sydney is like the male equivalent of Paul Lahote only less angry."
"And way more hot!" Brady piped up, then scrambled to rephrase as Collin raised one eyebrow at his younger cousin. "I mean, not that Paul is- You know what I mean!"
Seth only hummed slightly, his thoughts still on the older girl. He had seen her around school before, he was sure of it. He just hadn't connected the dots and realized that she was the Sydney Whitefeather. The girl who gave Paul Lahote a run for his money in the whore department. The girl who had gotten busted for underage drinking so many times Forks PD knew her on a first name basis. The girl Leah used to go to the beach with, way back in junior high before Leah had attached herself to Sam Uley like a starry-eyed leech.
He tried to push her out of his thoughts, for now rejoining Collin and Brady's conversation as if he hadn't just completely zoned out. Collin teased Brady enough about his crush, Seth would never hear the end of it if he even suggested having a crush as well
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The rest of the day he managed to keep Sydney out of his thoughts through much mental gymnastics. After all, she was a junior and had every guy on the rez wrapped around her pinky, among other appendages. Plus, Collin and Brady would never let him live it down if he admitted he was starting to have a crush on her. Collin was still teasing Brady when they parted ways a block away from the school, Seth heading to his house and the other boys heading to their grandmother's house near the beach. He could do without incurring Collin's stern wrath, thank you very much.
The sky was overcast and cloudy as he trudged home and he could feel tiny droplets soaking into his thin, red t-shirt as he cursed himself for forgetting his jacket at home this morning. It had been warm and sunny for the past few weeks, so he should have expected it to turn rainy and gloomy again on the one day he left the coat at home. He kept his head down as the rain started to pick up, his t-shirt and jeans quickly becoming soaked and weighing him down.
The quiet rumble of a car came up behind him and slowed, making him frown as he slowed as well, turning to look at the Camaro Z28 that was idling by his side. The tinted window rolled down, and Sydney peered out at him with a suggestive grin on her plump, rosy lips. "Want a ride?"
"Uhm...I don't know..." He swallowed hard, glancing up at the sky and then back at the older girl in the sleek, red car as if weighing which would be more painful. A loud crack of thunder echoed across the sky and he jumped, making her giggle as he hurried around to the passenger side, climbing inside stiffly without another thought. "Thank you."
"No problem. You can put your bag in the back if you'd like." She smiled sweetly at him as she rolled her window back up and put the car into drive. He couldn't miss the way her eyes drifted down his body before returning to the road as he leaned over the console to lay his damp bag behind the seat and it sent a tiny thrill shooting straight down his body as she hummed appreciatively.
"Thanks...Sydney." Her name felt funny in his mouth and he could feel the blush burning on his cheeks as he tried not to gawk openly at her smooth, caramel thighs on display inches away from him.
"You know my name. I guess my reputation precedes me, huh?" She raised her eyebrow, a half-smirk on her lips as she pushed her foot down harder on the gas, the speedometer needle jumping up past the 60-mph marker. "And here I don't know a thing about you. What's your name?"
"I'm Seth. Seth Clearwater." He mumbled, biting his bottom lip softly as he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, clasping his hands in his lap to resist the urge to touch.
She hummed softly, then giggled as she turned to look at him in disbelief, not even glancing at the road as her eyes widened in realization. "You're Leah's kid brother! I thought you were still, like, twelve..."
"Um, yeah...I'm fifteen..." He managed a short, harsh sounding chuckle, biting his lip harder as he looked over, meeting her eyes as she gave him a soft smile, reaching a hand over to brush against his tensed thigh.
"Good to know. You grew up nicely." She returned her eyes to the road just in time to move back into the right lane and avoid an oncoming car. Neither of them had noticed the car drifting to the side and crossing the yellow line. He didn't know how to respond to that, especially with his mind racing a hundred miles a minute. Her touch was gentle on his thigh, her fingers gently brushing along the outer seam of his jeans as if testing him. He fought back the urge to groan, though he panicked as he felt his cock springing to attention in his jeans. If she noticed the bulge, she didn't mention it as she pulled up into the Clearwater's driveway and put the Camaro in park. "You've stared at my legs the entire drive, Seth."
He tore his eyes away from her toned, lean legs and blushed bright crimson as his eyes snapped to her face, noticing the teasing smile on her lips as his heart began to double its normal pace. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to...I mean...I just..."
"Seth, calm down. I don't mind." She slipped her wedge sandals off and swung her legs up, stretching them across the middle console and into his lap. "You can even touch if you want to."
Her dainty feet rubbed teasingly against his thigh as he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering up to hers, then back down at her feet. "...really?"
"Really." She gave him an encouraging smile as she relaxed against the door, humming quietly along with the song playing on the radio as she pretended to examine her long blue nails, knowing staring at him would only make him more nervous. "Just relax, explore. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"O-okay..." His trembling fingertips brushed against the smooth, soft skin on her ankle and he fought back a soft groan. "You're soft."
She didn't speak, but her dark eyes followed his hands as he slowly began to caress her calves, her skin feeling like pure silk in his grasp. His eyes stayed locked onto hers, terrified she would change her mind and tear her buttery smooth legs away from him. Gradually, his fingers became more confident, massaging further up her legs as he lifts his hips, gently pressing the bulge in his jeans against her flesh and hoping desperately she wouldn't notice.
"When is your birthday?" She asked suddenly, leaning forward and letting her lips ghost across his, her warm, fruity breath fanning across his face.
He let out a soft groan as he felt her foot gently brush against his cock, his grip tightening instinctively on her leg. "N-next month...W-why?"
"Age of consent in Washington is 16." She smiled as she pulled her legs away from him abruptly, giggling when a whimper escaped his throat before he could stop it. "Don't worry, we can have lots of fun without me committing a felony. But not today."
"But...why not?" He tried to keep the whine out of his voice and failed, tugging at the tight denim restricting the blood flow to his cock in an effort to relieve some of the pressure.
Sydney laughed, bending down and buckling the straps of her sandals around her slim ankles again. "Because I need to get home and I'm pretty sure your sister is ready to tear my head off."
"How do you know?" He looked quizzically up at the house, his cheeks burning even brighter crimson as he saw his sister's face glaring at them from the upstairs window belonging to her bedroom. "Oh, crap..."
"Yeah, good luck with that. You have plans tonight?" She smiled at Leah, waving mockingly at her once good friend.
"No, I don't think so..." Seth frowned as he watched Leah storm away, the curtains falling back over the window as she moved. "Why?"
"First Beach. There's a party tonight down at the old caves, you know the place?" At his nod, she smiled and ran her hand down his thigh, her nails gently raking against the denim. "9pm, come find me and we'll have some fun."
"O-okay..." He let out a soft groan as he tried in vain to shift his hips, his cock throbbing in his jeans as her fingertips grazed his length and he let out a soft hiss of need.
She pulled her hand away slowly and winked as she sat up straight in her seat, reaching for the keys in the ignition. "Good boy. Don't forget your bag."
In a daze of lust and disbelief, he reached behind the seat and grabbed his backpack then clambered stiffly out of the car. As soon as he shut the door, she backed the car up and raced back down the street, leaving him to stare after her with his jaw slack.