Title: Pretend To Be Mine
Chapter Eight:
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Sometimes she catches herself staring at his mouth when he's talking. Like right now… He's saying something to her and she's zoned out completely, staring at his mouth.
"Hello?" Donald waves a hand in front of her face, a cocky smirk plastered across his face.
Stacie blinks rapidly, looking down and away from him to hide the blush rising up her cheeks at having been caught staring. "Uhh, what?" She asks dismissively.
Donald snorts, quirking an eyebrow at her. "You were totally daydreaming about kissing me, weren't you?"
Stacie rolls her eyes at him, trying to play it off. "You wish, Donnie."
Donald shrugs, looking down at the English textbook in between them. "Keep denying it… One of these days, I might let you kiss me."
"Ugh—you—what makes you—you—,"
"Spit it out, Conrad. I have a test to cram for." Donald says teasingly.
This seems to make Stacie's blood boil because she's suddenly launching across her bed, taking a pillow with her and trying her hardest to smack Donald in the face with it. Donald was prepared, falling backwards. Somehow, in between Stacie trying to smack him with a pillow, and him trying to stop her, they end up tangled in each other's limbs, laughing, and with Stacie straddling his hips. He really couldn't help the way his body reacted to her warm body pressed against his. He swallows hard, hoping she won't freak out and kick him out of her room.
She can feel him. All of him. Her hands are on his stomach, her fingers splayed across his hard, defined abs, and… Her eyes begin to droop as she feels his erection, hard against her core. She bites her lip trying hard to quell the urge to just throw all caution to the wind and… To put it bluntly, fuck him. Hard… It really doesn't help that he looks like he fucking belongs between her legs, and with his hair sticking up sexily in odd angles, making her want to run her fingers through it.
Neither of them want to move, for fear of breaking the moment… or maybe it was just that moving wouldn't help Donald out, seeing as that he was pretty much poking Stacie in the thigh with his member. He decides to make the first move, his eyes flickering to Stacie's lips. She communicates back, her own eyes flickering to his lips. Neither one knows exactly what happened, but in some weird, unspoken agreement, they each lunge forward, their lips crashing into each other's, their hands fumbling with their clothes. Donald manages to yank Stacie's top off over her head and Stacie just about tore his tank top off of him. As soon as their tops were off, their lips went crashing back together, tongues meeting and battling for dominance, hands roaming and exploring every inch of naked skin they could find. Stacie lets out a frustrated groan as her hands found a belt buckle around Donald's pants, but it doesn't necessarily stop her. He helps her unbuckle his belt before he's yanking her jeans down her legs. He's gentle when he flips them over before returning to roughness as he pulls her jeans off her completely. He stops, taking a moment to look at her. "Perfect." He murmurs with a smile, making her blush. Her creamy thighs, and her long, shapely legs that seem to go on for miles, her slim, yet toned stomach, perfect pair of boobs encased inside a white lacy bra, and matching white lacy panties, covering what he's been dreaming of since… Oh, like forever!
She doesn't think she can take the wait any longer, her core burning with need as her hand goes behind his neck, pulling him down to her. He happily lets her, his lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss as he lets his hands wander over her body, and finally, FINALLY stills them over her perfect, pert breasts. She moans into his mouth, her back arching as she pushes herself fully into his hands. He adds a little more heat to the mix as he grounds his hardness into her core.
Stacie breaks away from the kiss, panting. "Pants, off." She demands even as her hands begin to push his pants down his hips. He helps her, kicking his jeans off to fall at the foot of her bed in a little heap along with his tank top, and leaving him in only his boxer briefs. He doesn't have time to breathe before Stacie pulls his head back down, her hands going back to exploring every muscle in his shoulders, his chest, his abs, and finally slowly tracing the edge of his boxer briefs. Donald groans, wanting to feel her already. Just as her hand begins to slip inside his boxer briefs, the sound of someone's gasp startles them. Donald curses under his breath in exasperation as he looks at the door to find Stacie's mom, blushing as she holds a hand to her mouth in a gesture of surprise and embarrassment. He all but jumps off of Stacie while he tries to cover himself up and ends up flying off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. He quickly sits up, his hands flying to his crotch to try to hide his raging erection. He tries to picture Bumper in a pink polka dot bikini, and sliding down a stripper pole in hopes that it would kill his boner. Works like a charm.
"Mom!" Stacie yelps, covering herself up with a comforter and throwing a pillow at Donald to cover himself up some as well.
"Oh dear lord this is awkward." Ophelia says, turning her head and staring at the opposite wall, her face red with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I ran into your roommate outside and she said that she thinks you're in here alone, but…" She trails off, looking back at her daughter's horrified expression. "I'll just umm—, I'll come back later."
Stacie shoots out of bed, taking her comforter with her. "No, mom… Just uhh, can you give us a moment to get dressed and then we'll talk, please?"
Ophelia smiles, nodding at her daughter before stepping outside and closing the door.
Donald blows out a breath, his expression is one of complete deprivation and disappointment. "Well that was an epic fail." Donald murmurs loud enough for Stacie to hear. Stacie definitely knows how he feels.
When they're done getting dressed, Donald heads back to his room after saying a quick apology to Ophelia for what she had to witness, and then bidding his "girlfriend" good bye with a peck to the lips.
Stacie avoided her mothers' questioning eyes for as long as she could as they walked to her moms car.
"So…" Ophelia says conversationally.
Stacie chances a glance at her mother, and finds amusement written all across the woman's face. "That was not funny, mom." She says with a slight laugh and a shake of her head.
Ophelia laughs, "You're right… I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to admit that Donnie falling off the bed in an attempt to cover himself was quite the scene."
Stacie can't help but laugh as well, remembering how Donald had practically shot off of the bed completely when he saw her mom, "Okay, that was kinda funny."
"God, I must've completely ruined your intimate moment." Ophelia mutters loudly, running her palm down her face.
Stacie's eyes widen at her mom, "Please don't make this any more awkward than it already is, mom."
"Well it's true." Ophelia shrugs. "Would you prefer me to call it your moment of sexual intercourse?"
Stacie groans, trying to tune out of this embarrassing and awkward conversation, "No."
"How about your special moment?"
"Mom!" Stacie cries, her face aflame as she mockingly glares at her mother. "Please can we just… Forget you saw anything today?"
Ophelia tries not to laugh, shaking her head as she glances at her daughter. "It's not like I don't know you've already been intimate with him before."
Stacie quirks a questioning brow at her mom. "How would you know that?"
"Well, your grandmother always told me that people glow when they're in love… And you kept insisting that you aren't in love with him just yet. So it must be the sex that's making you glow, right?"
Stacie doesn't say anything, only staring at the ground and thinking a mile per minute as they continue to walk. When they finally reach her moms car, she looks up at her mom and gives her a questioning look. "Weren't you here for a reason? Other than seeing me, of course."
Ophelia quickly looks away, pretending to find interest in a nearby bush. "Oh, nothing… I just came by to see how you were doing."
Stacie doesn't believe that at all. "Something tells me you're not telling me the real reason why you were here."
"It's nothing!" Ophelia insists all too quickly, suddenly looking at a nonexistent watch on her wrist. "Oh! Would you look at the time." She says, looking up at her daughter and stepping towards her for a hug. "I should really get going, sweetie. It's late and I have work to do."
Stacie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Mom, it's only 12:25 in the afternoon."
"Exactly. I have to get back to work. Tell Donnie that I'm sorry about today. Love you!." Ophelia says hurriedly, kissing her daughters cheek before getting into her car and speeding off with a quick wave through her window.
Stacie stares off at her moms rear lights. "But you don't have work today." She murmurs to herself, knowing that her mother has a little secret of her own, and she was going to find out what it is, soon. Real soon.
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Things aren't as awkward as she thought it was gonna be. Maybe it has something to do with Donald's carefree spirit and how he turns everything serious into a joke. It both annoys and comforts her to know that he's not awkward around her.
It comforts her to know that he doesn't feel the need to be weird around her after the way they had practically tried to tear each others' clothes off yesterday. And then it annoys her that he's not even a bit concerned about what happened… Or almost happened yesterday. She's torn between kissing him and slapping him.
"So my mom wanted me to tell you that she's sorry about yesterday." Stacie says quickly, gauging his reaction.
Donald looks up from his textbook, his lips quirking into a half smirk. "As much as it sucked being interrupted, I'm actually not mad that she caught us."
Stacie gives him a questioning look, "Really?"
He nods, "Yeah… I'm really just thankful she didn't catch us, fully naked and going at it like rabbits." He chuckles.
Stacie just manages to hide her blush but doesn't stop herself from laughing. "True… That would've scarred her for life."
The next few minutes are spent in silence as they stare at the textbook between them. Donald can't help but wish they could have a repeat of yesterday without any interruptions. But he wasn't gonna get his hopes up. He's done that before, get his hopes up and then have it shot down… He inwardly sighs, glancing at Stacie. This girl is a lot of work… But he loves a good challenge, and come hell or high water, he was gonna get her to be his for real.
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Author's Note: I first want to apologize for the late late update on this particular fic. Work has been hectic and I haven't had much time to write much of anything. I actually just threw all this together in 2 hours, so any errors or mistakes will have to be ignored for the moment. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will try my best to update this regularly. Thank you for reading and please leave a review! Special thanks to those who reviewed the previous chapters. I love you all! :)
-Sux2budude