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A THOUSAND APOLOGIES FOR THE LATENESS! I have so many excuses but none of them are very good... Does anyone even read the author notes?

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I woke with a smile on my face.

I had an amazing night, despite my car difficulties. Carlos had rescued me and then we shared an amazing kiss. When I got home my mother was relaxed and in the kitchen humming. I was a bit confused but if she was happy that meant the Plum house was a happy one. My dad had asked me why I was grinning to which I replied with a giggle and a kiss to his balding head.

Now I sat in my bed, biting my lip, contemplating just how I would go about looking great. Not in case I saw him, pshhh, no. I just felt like looking good today. Standing, I looked at my closet. It was a mess. I wondered how it ever got this crazy. WIth a sigh I began the search for an outfit. It had to say so much!

"I'm not trying hard, but I still look put together. I'm sexy but not skanky. Delicate yet strong. Feminine but not girly. Smart, sophisticated, in need of a man. No... In want of a man. I don't need a man." Wow... that is a lot to say in one outfit. How could clothing say that much? Usually I can barely get it to say 'I'm awake.'

I pulled out a denim skirt and a pair floral tights. I pulled out top after top, a pile building in the corner. I finally found a simple black tank top that clung to my curves.

After dressing I looked in the mirror and was quite proud of myself. I looked nice. You could see my curves and lean legs but I was nearly all covered. Pulling my wild hair into a ponytail and sweeping on a few layers of mascara I was almost ready. Grabbing my bag I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a piece of fruit.

"Stephanie?"

I halted. "Yeah..."

"You're sister is coming over today,so, be home early." She said waltzing around the kitchen in a happy daze.

"Val is coming home?" I asked a little confused.

"Yes. Do you have practice today?"

"I think so..." I honestly didn't have a clue but I would put off getting home.

Okay, so here is the thing. My mother loves Valerie... with a fiery passion! I love her too, but Val is crazy obsessed with pleasing mom. She went to the college mom chose, she dates the guys mom approves of, she even wears what mom tells her. She is too damn sweet. My mother will rant about how thin she has gotten for 20 minutes, then she will have Val explain every detail of her life even though she calls every Sunday. Val will say she has to go to the bathroom which is code for "Steph, your room. NOW!". She will proceed to tell me about everything that is going wrong. I comfort her, we go downstairs and eat. So, MAYBE I wasn't exactly looking forward to coming home, sue me.

"Well, find out and give me a call."

"Will do." I grabbed an apple and kissed her cheek before leaving.

On the way to school I completely forgot about my older sister. I started thinking about Carlos. Every delectable inch of him. By the time I got to school my panties were a thing of the past.

Shit.

Mary Lou was waiting by our tree with Lenny when I pulled up. She rides with him to school, and I give her a lift home. It works out pretty well for now.

"Hey guys." I said scanning the parking lot.

"Looking for someone?" Lenny asked with a smirk.

"Pshh, me? Looking? No. Who would I look for?" I sputtered like an idiot. Smooth, Stephanie, real smooth.

I felt a warm hand on my hip and heat radiate onto my back. I managed to hide a giant smile.

"Me?" That satiny voice said. Turning around and looking up I saw a pleased Carlos.

"And why,sir, would I look for you?" I said cockily. Get him girl!

"The real question is why are we talking." He said before swooping down to kiss me. It started out gently, but I latched onto him and begged for more with every ounce of my being. My already drenched panties were history.

Allow me to let you in on a little secret... this man can do things with his lips that should be illegal. I'm not kidding. I am seconds away from an orgasm and he has barely touched me!

I could hear nothing, see nothing. I could only feel, only taste, only want him. I felt him beginning to pull away and I swear I whined like a kicked puppy. My hands wove into his hair and pulled him closer. Oh hell to the no. I wanted more. NEEDED MORE! My leg wrapped around his calf and I pulled my nether regions closer to the fabric of his jeans.

"Steph." He murmured. "We need to stop."

"No." I said kissing his jaw, his earlobe, his neck. Oh, sweet merciful heaven. The smell of his neck. I pressed a hot kiss to his pulse point before sucking a bit. He hissed and I smirked before nipping. "I want more." I moaned quietly.

"Steph..." He warned.

"Don't you want me?" I looked up into his endless eyes. I looked damn good and he wasn't interested!?

So. Here it is. I pumped it out. I'll try to get more out... any opinions on what Val's latest problem should be?

I know it is SO late! I really am sorry!

I DIDN'T EVEN EDIT IT! I really need to go back through and fix some mistakes from speed typing.

THANKS SO MUCH!