The bell rang but it fell on deaf ears as Eli started to kiss her neck, grazing his teeth down the side of her neck. Small pants escaped her open lips and her moist breath brushed his ear. The halls cleared, and her tiny whimpers were the only noise in the dead end hallway. He pulled away and grabbed her hand, leading her to the door of the boiler room. She felt her cheeks blush – she knew the rumors, which this is where people hook up.

But, Clare simply followed, her rebellious side breaking loose once again. Technically, they were skipping class, but at least they didn't leave school grounds. He hurried her to the bottom of the stairs, then pushed her against the wall, his lips on hers again. His hands returned to the small of her back, but her shirt kept getting pushed up as his hand slid up and down her spine.

He moved his lips to her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin underneath it. She let out a moan, causing him to nip broke free of her hazy mind as Eli tugged down her leggings. She grabbed his wrist, locking eyes with him.

"No sex. I know. But I think you'll like this." He replied, sinking lower until he was face to face with Clare's stomach.

He bit the skin on her stomach teasingly, she felt her insides quiver. He continued to pull down her leggings until they were at her ankle. His fingers trailed up the hyper-sensitive of her thighs until they reached the fabric of her underwear. Alli decided to play a prank on Clare recently, where she replaced all of Clare's panties with barely-there thongs. They were all sheer and see-through, mainly lace and in a variety of colors.

She blushed as she realized she had become curious and wore a baby blue lace thong with sheer claw-like marks scratched through it. They were held by ribbons tied on each hip and the back had a silver ring attaching it all. Her blush reddened when Eli proceeded to pull it down. He stared at her choice of attire and looked up at her curiously. She bit her lip, looking for an appropriate response.

"They're Alli's." His eyes widened. "She played a prank and replaced all of mine with hers. And now I'm stuck with them."

"You could just throw them out." He responded, mouth delving into her belly button – she shivered.

"I don't do commando." She replied, voice quavering as his finger slid along her slit.

"Easy-access." He teased, finger dipping between the folds.

And it was done. No man up until now had touched her like that. Not K.C. or her older second grade almost boyfriend – Elliot. Heck, she hadn't even touched herself. She moaned when his finger rubbed a sensitive spot between her legs, knees almost buckling. That was when Eli's face disappeared under her skirt; he hitched both her legs over his shoulders and went at it. His tongue slid along the opening, teasing that spot once again. She let out a breathy moan, making Eli growl. He flicked his tongue a few times, earning appreciative moans from Clare.

His finger slipped into her opening, causing Clare to tense. His fingers were rather large, and she had a rather small…hole. He started to move his middle finger in and out once she loosened a bit around his finger. Her moans turned into pants and into small shrieks when he replaced his finger with his long tongue. His thumb harshly rubbed on the spot, and Clare moaned happily.

"Oh…dear lord…Eli…Ungh…More…Don't…" Her words were lost; she grabbed onto the exposed part of his head and pushed him closer.

His hands went to her bottom, squeezing them generously. He pushed her closer, tongue frantically at work inside her. She kept whimpering, moaning his name. He needed to calm himself, not wanting to stain his pants. But, as luck would have it, she came violently. Her legs tightened around his head, his name spilling out her lips in a loud scream. He helped her ride out the rest of her orgasm, and he didn't mind the almost sickly-sweet taste. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve as she slumped from his shoulders onto his lap and her still throbbing sex grinded against his bulge. He couldn't help himself, he grabbed her hips and grinded her wet sex against his bulge. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, panting in his ear. His own eyes went crossed-eyed as she pushed her plump chest against his own chest, pushing her hips against his.

"Clare!" He cried, feeling himself burst.

He fell back, Clare coming with him. She lazily bucked her hips against his, his responding just as weakly. Then they stopped, both panting and wrapped around each the high faded, Clare pushed herself up from Eli's chest abruptly. Not that Eli minded, her legs straddled his waist and her naked bottom pressed against his hips.

"Oh. My. God - I mean gosh! I can't believe that just happened. I-I-I…Ohmygod - gosh. Dammit. If my parents find out they'll kill me." She whimpered, whirling her head around.

"Calm down. No one is going to know." Eli commented, sitting up as well.

"Bu-" He cut her off with his lips. She placed her hands tenderly on his neck, tilting her head. Her cheeks flushed darker when she tasted something weird on his tongue – until she realized it was her she tasted. They broke apart, both gazing shyly at each other.

"We…uh…should get outta here." She replied; standing and walking to the stairs.

"I thought you didn't do?" He asked, chuckling when she rushed to her leggings and thong.

He tilted his head back, gazing at her bottom as she bent to pick up her clothes. He didn't look away when she awkwardly tried to put on her thong. The fabric rolled, much to her dismay, and she struggled to fix it. She finished putting it on with a snap of elastic, amusing him. She stumbled a bit when she trued to put her leggings on and went for the door, blushing when he playfully smacked her bottom. They were out the doors and into the suddenly crowded hallway. Near the doors was Alli, she tapped her foot and her eyebrow quirked.

"Why in the hell did you two just come out of the boiler room?" She asked, looking between both of us.

Clare looked disheveled. Her shirt was wrinkled, and her skirt not so straight. Her hair was sticking out in random places. Eli was no better, his hair just as bad, his pants had an unnoticeable stain – if you weren't looking for it.

"What? We didn't." Clare responded, eyes darting away from Alli's.

"Are you sure? Because I swear I heard someone screaming 'Eli' from in there. And then another name, Clare, was screamed. Well, it was more of an echo." Alli remarked, Clare and Eli blushed furiously.

"We were that loud?" She asked, quirking a brow.

"Well, not really. Drew and I slipped under the stairs to make-out. No one was in the halls. Then, we heard moaning – that wasn't mine or Drew's. So, I opened the door to see someone's head under someone else's skirt." She said, Clare yelped.

"Did Drew see?" Clare asked, biting her lip.

"No, I peeked first before slamming the door shut. And you're welcome." Alli giggled, rolling her eyes at her blushing friend.

"For…?" Clare trailed off.

"Giving you those thongs." She laughed, Clare dropped her head.

"Uh, we have to get to our English exam," Eli said.

"Isn't that like two hours away?" Alli asked, but Clare and Eli ran off - both somewhat red in the cheeks. Alli simply rolled her eyes and walked away, a devilish smile of victory on her face.