Egan's POV
And I'm officially the school slut.
Okay, maybe not a slut in a pure sense, since the number of my partners still accounts to two, Corrine included, but… I mean, sex in a janitor's closet? It doesn't get any sluttier than this.
At least the sex was good.
Mind-blowing, more like it.
After our awkward 'past-lovers' chat, Corrine proceeded to take me hard and fast against the door, and let me tell you, the occasional contact with the doorknob was totally worth it.
Wow, I even sound like a slut now.
Another argument that leads to the logical conclusion of me being a huge slut? Corrine and I aren't even dating.
Yup.
Of course, I didn't expect a proposal when I walked into the school the next day after our couch endeavor, but I wouldn't mind a little acknowledgement. Which did not happen.
Apparently, Corrine was all for forgetting and moving on, and no matter how much it hurt, I was willing to do the same.
I mean, Corrine and I? wouldn't work at all. We can't even stay decent human beings when we are in the same room. What kind of relationship can come from that?
Not a healthy one, that's for sure.
With all those thoughts in my head, I was ready to let it go and go back to the way things were, but you know what?
It's not that easy to let Corrine go after you've had a little taste of what it's like.
I ended up craving her touch like you wouldn't believe. I lusted after her for two periods, when finally, at lunch I just couldn't take it anymore.
Neither could she, I could tell by the way she kept stealing those looks at me, and by the way our bickering got like ten times worse.
Even the gang noticed. So much for hiding everything from them.
Long story short, I dragged her in the closet with full intention of screaming at her for being such a gank.
And scream I did, for entirely different reasons. There were three of them, and they were attached to Corrine's hand as she buried them deep inside me.
Think I just made myself blush. And wet.
I've had more dirty thoughts in 24 hours than in my lifetime. All courtesy of Corrine West.
I just don't get it. According to this Belligerent Sexual Tension thing, we should have gotten it out of our system, right? We finally got that forbidden fruit, we should've lost all interest in each other by now.
Except, we didn't. It actually got worse! I want her every minute I breathe, yes I'm aware of how corny it sounded.
It's like we opened gates to the ocean and now we can't stop it. Sometimes, for example, at lunch, I felt like if I didn't have her, I would burst into flames. And the fighting only fuels it!
I'm a sick, sick, twisted person. So is Corrine, but we already knew that.
And so currently I am torn between thinking that having sec (twice) was a horrible idea and aching for more.
I don't know what the heck I was thinking back in the closet. It was practically a repeat of last night's performance, except our roles were reversed, and I was being the jumper while Corrine was the jumpee.
But her lips are so irresistible…
Um. Anyway.
That wasn't what I wanted to happen. I wanted to talk, to find out where we stand, and maybe give her more space to sort her thoughts out.
Instead I jumbled her thoughts right up, going down in her in a public place. Way to go, Egan.
She probably thin ks that a) I'm a complete slut, and b) it's a diabolical master plan to get her to fall in love with me. You know, acting all aloof and being friend with benefits until she 'magically realizes' her undying love for me.
Trust me when I say this, I had absolutely no plans whatsoever when I dragged her in the closet and attacked her lips. I don't even know what I'm doing, how am I supposed to manipulate her actions?
Besides, I'm not the diabolical type. Dumping a bucket of ice on my sister while she's sleeping because we're about to be late to school is as far as I can go.
So here we are, stuck in this emotional limbo. I just hate uncertainty! But I also lack the guts to confront her and spill everything. I barely just got my "healthy relationship" with her back.
You know, the whole me being a tiny bit in… love with her.
There, I said it. I think I'm falling for her. No, scratch that, I was falling for her all those years I've left and ignored her, I'm only realizing it now.
Alright, alright, no need to stare at me like that. I'm only now willing to admit it. I may have realized It a while back.
So what do I do now? I could just go with the flow and see where it takes us, but I think it's better to get everything out in the open. Not knowing sucks. Yes, that's what I need to do. I'll just find her and get her to a secluded place and approach her in the most non-threatening way possible…
"Ferrarduccio!"
Alrighty then, going with the flow it is.
"Yes, West?" I managed to keep most of the venom out of my tone as I coolly regarded her. She smirked.
"No, we are not doing this. No 'West' for you. Only I get to call yo by your last name." Corrine snapped in her usual manner. I rolled my eyes at that.
"What do you want No-West?"
Her nostrils flared slightly as she narrowed her eyes in fury.
Yeah 'fury' is what an outsider might see, but to ne the lust was clear as day.
"We have a song writing assignment to finish. Meet me at the record studio in half an hour." With that she spun on her heels and got ready to leave before I grabbed her elbow.
The pleasant shock ran through my body as my hand connected with her surprisingly warm skin, and boy was it soft…
Dang it!
"Wait, I can't. I promised Steven I'd help him out with his acting exercise."
"And I should care because?" Corrine trailed off, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
However, I didn't fail to notice that she made no move to get my hand off her.
"You shouldn't care because I won't be able to come," she gave me a slow smile at that, and I quickly jumped before my mind wandered to the dirty place, "To the studio! I won't be able to come to the studio."
"Well then you're not getting any credit for the song I am about to write solely by myself."
"Corrine! C'mon!" I whined slightly. "Maybe you'll just come over at my house? Tonight at 8?
Am I asking her out? Is it a date? What am I doing?
"That's a no from me." She stated sassily. "Either we're doing it my way or we're not doing it at all."
I had a feeling she wasn't talking only about the assignment.
I probably should stop reading too much into this.
"Fine. Let's just go." I went ahead of her to ignore her victorious smirk.
And to give her a perfect view of my ass.
Corrine's POV
Fucking Marc and his fucking song writing addiction.
He just had to be at the studio when Egan and I went there.
My devious plan of getting into Egan's pants at yet another public place crushed and burned.
Of course, I could've scared him off but then Egan would've known what I was up to.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. It seems that Egan turned me into a hormonal teenage boy, because I think about sex every five seconds.
More like every second when she's around.
I mean, why not? She's willing, no one's making a huge deal out of it, so why stop the fun?
Especially since the sex is indescribable.
Egan is a very fast learner, and I take pride in that.
Anyway, my plan was ruined, and I was extra cranky because of that. I was extremely wound up from our previous session in the janitor's closet.
I never knew that pleasing someone would be such a huge turn on for me. You see, after Egan's little surprise, I fucked her against the door, and just hearing her whimpers and moans and seeing her face as she climaxed was enough to get me revved up again.
I think I might be getting an addiction here.
And I also believe I am coming to Egan's after all.
Egan's POV
"You get it!"
I gritted my teeth together and barely restrained myself from shouting as I replied to Martina.
"You're about to leave through that door, wouldn't it make sense if you were the one to get it?"
"Whatever, loser." My sister huffed, grabbing her bag and throwing the door open. "Oh, it's you. How come you're knocking?"
Dad smiled sheepishly before pointing at the set of keys he left at the table.
"That's why. Just need to get them, and I'll be on my way," he walked in, snatching the keys. Martina mumbled another 'whatever' before storming off somewhere.
I don't even keep track of her anymore.
Well, it's not like she's gonna get herself in some boy trouble. Her attitude is a perfect repellant in itself.
"Hey baby," Dad said as he passed by me on his way to the door. "Everything alright?"
"Yup," I stated, giving him a quick smile before turning on the TV.
He paused, studying me. Dang it. It really sucks for a teenage girl to have a lawyer as her father.
Because let me tell you, he's able to sense pretty much anything wrong. Especially if the problem is guy-related.
Fortunately for me, the problem was not about a guy at all. I should know. I checked everything just this afternoon in the janitor's closet.
Wow, Egan, what a father-friendly and completely not inappropriate picture to have in your mind right now.
"Aren't you late?" I asked him as sweetly as possible, showing off my best smile.
"Yup, so late. Okay then, see you, and don't wait up!" He called out. But just as he grasped the door handle and I was ready to collapse with relief, he turned around with the most menacing expression he could muster.
"This is not over, Egan. We will have a little chat in the morning, because I can see that there's something bothering you."
Oh crap.
I could only nod as he exited.
My dad cannot know about any of this. If he does, he will actually kill Corrine, and kill her dead.
He's a bit… overprotective sometimes.
Heck, ever Corrine knows that, growing up with me and basically spending so much time in my house.
I sighed and turned the TV off/ the clock showed 9 P.M. and on any other day I would take complete advantage of having the house all to myself for a few hours, but not today.
Today, I was exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster I rode all day.
Well, that's not the only thing I rode if you know… Ugh no, I can't talk like that. I'm so bad at this.
I nearly died from shock when I cursed in front of Corrine in the janitor's closet. Normally the f-word doesn't even make it into my brain. When exactly did I transform into the seductive sultry girl?
You know, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy behaving that way. It doesn't mean that I'm about to give it up to anyone willing, but it was nice to shake things up a little.
It was nice to change for a while. Of course, then Corrine had to go and prove her dominance. Not that I minded. I was very much all for it, actually.
Being on top felt good, but who am I kidding, I am a major bottom.
Don't let Corrine know I admit that, though.
Okay, enough 'Corrine thoughts' for today. They just bring me down and I don't like it.
I start off thinking about the naughty things we did, and I have all those playful thoughts, but then it inevitably leads to questions that are cramped up in my head. And the possible answers to those questions lead to unnecessary heartache.
So no Corrine West in my head at least for tonight. My agenda consists primarily of a shower and then my fluffy comfy bed.
However, the said girl apparently had other ideas because I was greeted by the sight of her rummaging through my drawers when I got out of the shower.
Does she have radar that tells her the precise moments when I'm wearing nothing but a towel?
"Corrine!" I nearly screamed as I saw her, startled.
I also clutched the towel so close to my chest it practically melded with my skin. It was not going anywhere this time for sure.
The raven-haired girl didn't even blink as she continued her journey, taking out a particularly racy piece of underwear.
"Nice, Egan," she commented, holding up my black silk panties. "Didn't know you had it in you."
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in? And give me that!" I snapped, snatching the pair from her hands while paying close attention to the towel.
She chuckled.
"As for how, I did mention you never closing your window, didn't I? And the reason I'm here…" she let her dark eyes travel over my form, licking her lips as she appreciated what she saw. "That's up to you."
"You actually crawled through my window?" I asked disbelievingly. Corrine shrugged, sitting on my bed and then stretching out there.
"Damn, that's a comfortable bed." She sighed softly, running her fingers along the comforter.
The same fingers that she…
I blushed.
Wait a minute.
Just what exactly is she doing here?
Is that… Is that a booty call?
Does she think I'm some kind of cheap slut for her to entertain herself with?
Okay, I know I was thinking along the same lines, but that's different!
"Corrine." I nearly growled, narrowing my eyes. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here."
She must have sensed that wasn't the time to joke around. Which didn't stop her at all.
"What do you think?" She raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. "I just thought you'd like some… company." Damn her sexual drawl!
And hey! It is a booty call!
"I can't believe it!" I hissed at her as I hastily put on the panties, not even caring if she saw me naked while I was at it. "You came here to have sex, didn't you?" The shirt followed as I snatched it from the chair and threw it on.
Corrine looked a bit confused.
"Well, yeah, why are you so angry?"
W-why am I… Why am I so angry?!
She has got to be kidding, right?
Corrine has to know what I'm angry about!
Or… does she?
I stood still as o analyzed our interactions.
I did nothing to stop her yesterday. I did more than nothing when I initiated our closet encounter.
I gave her a completely wrong idea about everything.
"Oh God…" I groaned as I sat down on the bed next to her, burying my face in my hands.
Corrine twitched uncomfortably next to me, and in any other situation I would've laughed at how out of our element we were at the moment.
But not now. Now I was about ready to cry.
Out of all the ways I could handle this…
"Egan?" When I made no movement, she tried again. "…Egan? What's wrong?"
Everything.
"It's… nothing. Just you're probably thinking what a cheap slut I am." I stated with a false glee, giving her a completely fake smile.
"What? Ni, I don't – why would you say that?" I glanced at her to see her looking slightly shocked.
"Because," I sighed, "Because I…"
"Look, Egan," she interrupted me before I could really say anything. "I know what you're worried about."
She does?
"You think wanting to have sex with someone without having actual feelings for them makes you a slut, but it doesn't. it's actually a normal thing to do. We're adults, and we can make adult decisions, right?" She gently cupped my chin, so I could look her in the eye. "Besides, it's not like you sleep with the whole school. You only do me." She smirked.
That was probably the most decent thing Corrine has ever said to me, and to be fair, she meant well.
Only she destroyed me with a single phrase.
'Without having actual feelings for them.'
Somehow, I had a delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, Corrine did feel something for me. That she cared for me.
And maybe she does, but not in the way I want her to.
She cares about her fuck buddy.
Isn't that neat? Corrine and I are fuckbuddies now.
I have to pull myself together before being a pathetic sobbing mess.
So I decided to lose myself in her. She's the problem and the solution at the same time.
Right now, I need to stop hurting, and ironically, she's the only one who can stop it, even if she's the one who caused it.
Tonight, I won't think, and hurt, and cry. Tonight, I pretend I mean something to the beautiful girl in front of me.
I interrupted whatever she's about to say with a kiss, throwing my arms around her neck. She replied without hesitation, slipping her arms around my waist.
And since the universe hate me, Corrine decided to go slow tonight. Her kisses ignited fire inside me as she softly moved her lips against mine, her hands burned a trail on my skin as they got under my shirt, caressing me. There was no rush like the previous times – I guess tonight we explored.
It hurts even more, and it feels so good at the same time, and I think I'm about to go crazy from all the ache, good and bad.
"So I guess you're past that…"
"No," I pressed a finger against her lips, staring her down. "No talking. Just… please."
She knew something was wrong. I could see it in her eyes, dark from desire. But she did nothing but nod, silently accepting my weird mood.
I didn't want her to talk, because I didn't want to destroy this illusion, not yet. I wanted to keep pretending that we were about to actually make love, not fuck like animals.
Because I finally figured out what to do. I was going to have her one last time before coming clean about my feelings for her. I can't keep doing this, and there's a good chance that after I admit I'm in love with her, she'll run without looking back. Much like what I had done to her.
So I was giving myself this night.
I leaned in to kiss her again, but she dropped a quick kiss on my shoulder before standing up.
Wha- Was she leaving?
She figured me out, didn't she?
Oh, nope, just turning the lights out and closing the door.
'
Now- hey, whoa! What happened to my room?
I sat there in wonder as I took in the dim lighting from Christmas lights she placed along the walls. They were close to the floor level, and the soft romantic glow took my breath away.
Why was she doing this to me? Why was she so… perfect tonight?
"I guess this is kind of an apology for how I treated you today." She said softly, sitting in front og me again. "You know, before we… in the closet."
"It's amazing." I breathed out, gazing at her. "Thank you."
Her response was to kiss me again, lowering me till my pack hit the bed. Her lips dragged across my pulse point next, making me gasp as she explored my neck.
I didn't know it before Corrine, but it turns out I have a very sensitive neck. My constant moans were a testament to that.
I grasped at her shirt, tugging slightly on it. Corrine got the hint and raised her arms, letting me undress her for a change. I couldn't help but stare as I freed her from her clothes. Nest, I took off her bra, letting it land with the shirt on the floor as I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her breast. Corrine let out a sound of encouragement, and I got bolder, taking my time as I kissed, licked and sucked.
She kept sighing, louder each time until I slightly bit down on a nipple, making her moan.
My shirt disappeared somewhere in the room as Corrine lowered me once again, and we were back to kissing.
This felt… amazing. She was just kissing me, and our tongues were not battling but dancing with each other in a slow tango. This slow lazy burn inside me grew hotter as seconds passed.
Our kissing grew more urgent. I scratched at Corrine's bare back, making her hiss in pleasure as she ground down between my spread legs, and then my eyes flew open with shock.
Whoa. Was that a phone in her pocket, or…
Corrine noticed me stopping and raised herself slightly, supporting herself on her elbows.
"What is it?"
I should be asking this question, because right then I had something hard against my inner thigh, and that something was protruding from her jeans.
"Um… You have a phone in your pocket, I think." I managed to let out as I stared up at her.
Corrine shifted, wincing guiltily as she looked away.
"Yeah, about that… I don't know if you're up for that kinda stuff… It's not a phone." She finished, looming back at me.
I gulped.
So that was…
My hands slid down her torso against my will, and my numb fingers popped open the button on her jeans. I let one hand in, coming in contact with this thing through her underwear.
It was firm. And hard. And I think my pussy just clenched with anticipation.
The idea of Corrine taking me fully, with this thing as we come together…
I shuddered slightly.
Then, without any warning, I pushed her underwear down and grasped it in my hand, tugging a little bit.
Corrine cried out, her head falling on my shoulder as she gasped.
"It's… It's rubbing against my clit and it's also inside me," she rushed out, trying to compose herself. "And you got me pretty excited, so if you want me to last, I suggest treating it more carefully."
"I think I know how a strap-on works, Corrine." I smirked, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. "Well you won't have to worry about getting it up again if I make you come. It's gonna last all night, if need be."
Hello Sultry Egan. I can't say I'm not happy to see you.
Corrine was more than happy to greet new Egan, it seemed. Her eyes widened as she devoured me with her gaze, and next thing I knew, her jeans flew off together with my torn underwear.
It was amazing how quickly our mood could change, and how in tune with each other we were. It was like we sensed what the other needed.
Synchronized sex.
But back to my favorite pair of panties, now nothing but a torn mess.
"Hey!" I protested. "I really liked those."
"I'll buy you new ones." Corrine said huskily, making me shiver. "A whole drawer of them," she mumbled as she descended down my body, leaving hot, burning kisses on my skin.
I grasped at her, stopping her in a desperate need to have her with me.
"Corrine, I need you right now." I pleaded breathlessly. "Please…"
She slowly slid her body up, rubbing against me. But both of us sighed at the contact.
"I need you here with me," I whispered, and she nodded, pecking my lips as her hand went down to stroke me.
"Egan, oh God," she moaned as she probed my heated core. "You are so wet for me."
All I could do was moan, rolling my hips to get more contact, but she quickly withdrew her hand. I was about to protest, but her fingers were replaced by a hard, warm tip.
I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with such a raw emotion.
That wasn't something I expected. She was gazing at me with… tenderness.
Before I had a chance to enter freak out mode, she slid the tip inside.
I gasped, tightly holding on to her and entwining my legs around her waist, which gave her perfect access to me.
She stopped immediately after penetrating me with the head, looking at me intensely.
"Are you okay?"
I took a much-needed breath, growing accustomed to the feeling. My last sexual encounter with my ex-boyfriend was over a year and a half ago, and since then I hadn't had sex with anyone… Except Corrine. But that was fingers. This was a strap-n, and it's huge.
I tried to relax and then nodded at her, indicating that she could keep going.
Corrine slowly pushed it in further, and I couldn't keep from crying out at the sensation.
It was stretching me, and pain was mixing with pleasure, making my head spin.
She eased it out of me when it barely made it inside halfway, and started up a slow rhythm, never going in fully.
Soon, she had mw moaning and gasping as I got used to its length.
Except I didn't get used to it, because it wasn't entirely in me yet.
And then suddenly she thrust forward sharply, burying it to the hilt.
I screamed as I came, sharp and fast. Corrine kept it inside, letting me ride it out.
"Corrine," I moaned. "Corrine, oh Corrine."
"Egan," she whispered, picking up the pace, now going in all the way each time she thrust.
Corrine was inside me. Corrine was so wonderfully deep, taking me higher and higher, her name a mantra on my lips.
We became a blur, holding tightly to each other as we made love, with her forehead on mine as she gazed into my eyes.
I arched my back as waves of pleasure were running through me, and Corrine didn't pass up the opportunity to kiss my breasts. She had her lips around one nipple s her hand palmed the other, and the sensuality of the act was driving me mad.
It wasn't long before another orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a shuddering mass of limbs as I fought to catch my breath.
Corrine studied me with her impossibly dark eyes, caressing my cheek with one hand and having another wrapped around my waist.
I don't know how long I lay there, shivering and trashing around. It seemed like forever.
When I finally came back from my bliss, Corrine was still hovering above me, smirking. Her cock was still inside me, and then it occurred to me – she still hadn't come yet.
Well, the score wasn't in my favor. I mean, it was entirely in my favor, but I was about to change that.
I quickly switched our positions, making her sit as I ended up on her lap. The cock was inside me while I made the maneuver, and wow, a whole new world of feelings.
Before she had a chance to protest, I raised my hips and then rolled them into her, riding her.
Corrine let out a long moan, and I had a tiny orgasm right there.
I gripped her shoulders for balance and began to ride her with abandon, both of us doing nothing to hold back the screams of pleasure.
"Corrine, so good," I moaned out, picking up the pace. "You feel amazing inside me," I rushed out frantically. "Ah yes, yes, right there!"
"Egan," Corrine said, her voice desperate with need. I liked that. This power over her. Having her so defenseless before me, leaving her bare, with nothing but her desire for me.
It was intoxicating and not to mention it was completely turning me on.
She supported her weight with one hand behind her, and another hand was currently holding on to my ass, squeezing it.
Then she slapped me. And again. And again.
My cried were certainly of encouraging sorts.
"Egan, fuck, I…" she trailed off, and then she fell on her back as both of her hands gripped my ass. I landed on her, and she began to slam inside me, pummeling away.
I was screaming something incoherent at that point, and I might have slipped into Spanish as I lost all control over myself.
I could feel another climax approaching, and I sensed it was about to be a big one.
But I wanted to finish with her.
I turned my head so I could rest my forehead against hers. I needed to see her face when she came.
Corrine was close to the edge by that point. Her movements were turning rapid and frantic, which was working out fine for me.
To hold off coming too soon, I concentrated on her. Her full lips, open as she panted and moaned and cursed. Her hair falling down her shoulders and bouncing slightly. Her half-lidded eyes, so dark I can almost feel like drowning. She shifted her gaze and suddenly she was looking me right in the eyes, and that was really stupid of me to gaze back, because the look in them pushed me over the edge.
"Corrine! Oh my God, Corrine! Oh fuck, Corrine, I lov…"
Her lips captured mine as she let out a loud moan which I swallowed, and I felt her shudder under me as she came.
We kept moaning and slowly moving against each other, prolonging it for what seemed like eternity. Then we collapsed into each other's arms, heavy breathing filling up the room.
Corrine carefully moved us so she was on top again, and withdrew the cock from me. I hissed at the dull ache between my legs.
"Did I hurt you?" she noticed my discomfort and cupped my womanhood gently, frowning a bit.
"No, God, no," I giggled at her. "I mean, okay, yes, but only a little. I'm not used to having, um, this inside me."
She was saying something, I think but my eyes fell to the strap on, and my eyes widened almost comically at the sight of it.
It was freaking huge. And when I say huge, I mean like pornstar huge!
H-how did it even fit in?!
"Egan," I ignored her and kept eyeing the fake cock. Corrine sighed, "Don't you think it's a little late to be freaking out over the size?"
"I-I just… Corrine, it's huge!" I exclaimed.
"But you took it, and you did amazing." She smiled. I cringed, not sure if I should take it as a compliment.
"It doesn't even matter baby," What did she just call me? "What matters is us having amazing time together."
Well, what do you know. Apparently, Corrine is incredibly nice and gentle right after sex.
Although, sex we're having? Can turn anyone into a puddle of cuddles and sweetness.
"You're right," I sighed, lying back down in her waiting arms. "But don't think I won't have my revenge for you tricking me into using it." I whispered, biting the tip of her nose just slightly.
She growled playfully at that.
"I'm looking forward to it, Egan."
Then we got quiet, just basking in the afterglow.
And that was when the questions came back.
She wasn't running off anywhere. She wasn't rolling over, facing me with her back.
Corrine was here, cuddling me, letting me rest my head in her chest. I was allowed to listen to her calming heartbeat and to have her fingers draw lazy circles on my back.
She was confusing me to no end, and it was frustrating as hell.
She was here with me, but she wasn't here with me. And as I recalled from earlier, I had decided that I couldn't take it anymore.
It was time to finally talk, and as much as I hated ruining the night, I knew it was the right thing to do.
"Corrine, look…" I slipped from her arms and faced her. "I…"
Martina's shrill voice floated from downstairs, and what she said made me pale.
"Egan! I know you're screwing with someone! I'm coming up!"
"Shit!" I cursed before shooting to my feet, grabbing Corrine's clothes and throwing it to her. "You have to leave, now!"
"Kinda cliché, don't you think?" she stated with her usual melancholy, tugging on her shirt. I tried not to stare too much at the way the cock looked on her. It was surprisingly hot.
I think I might have some psychological issues.
"Corrine, not the time." I gritted through my teeth.
"Fine," she sighed, throwing her boxers – boxers? – on and finishing with her jeans.
"Egan!" Martina's voice was dangerously close now. With her eight-inch heels, it took her twice the time to climb up the stairs, and for the first time in my life I was thankful for her weird fashion sense. "better tell me who it is before I find out!"
"Go, go, go!" I whispered at Corrine rapidly. Just as she was about to go through the window, I stopped her. "Wait, aren't you going to take off that… thing?"
"That things is my dick, and no. It's got you all over it." She purred and gave me a quick hot kiss before jumping out the window and grabbing the huge tree stick.
So that was how she wound up there in the first place.
She quickly climbed down the tree and ran toward the street. At that exact moment, Martina finally burst through the door.
"A-ha!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "Where is he? The closet?"
"Martina, what the hell are you doing?!" My psycho of a sister stopped her search to eye me. "Why do you even think I was with someone?!"
"Oh for Pete's sake Egan, stop with the lies," she waved at me before dropping to her knees and examining under my bed. "The room reeks of sex, you have 'just-fucked' hair and your eyes are glinting like crazy." She got up to her feet again, looking around. "Whoever he was, he was good."
Yeah right, I thought to myself. She certainly was.
"Well okay, I admit, I might've taken to some… activities," I cringed mentally at what I was saying to my older sister. "But there's no one there. No one but me."
"Oh shut up already," she searched for something in her bag before taking out her phone. "Mrs. Rosenberg called me and said you were having loud sex with someone."
My jaw dropped open.
"Why would she even call you?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Because she has my number, duh," Martina said matter-of-factly. "Dad changed his after she called him to tell about suing a bunch of ninja cats trying to steal her TV antenna."
I rolled my eyes.
"Look, Marti," I sat on the bed, rubbing my face. "I might have watched a dirty movie or two with volume on, and please don't make me tell you what else I did while watching them, but there was no one else."
Martina stood over me with her arms crossed, clearly not buying it.
"Okay, let's think of it this way," I said, standing up and leading her to the window. "The only way to run is through the window, right? Well first of all, one has to be crazy and a gymnast to reach that tree over there, and plus, what would have been my first action?"
She eyed me a little before sighing dejectedly.
"To close the window."
"Exactly!" I exclaimed. "I would've closed the window, but as you can see, it's open as always." I kept silent for a while, letting it sink in. "No one was there, Marti."
"Fine," she huffed, grabbing her bad and turning toward the exit. "No, wait," she stopped, and I groaned in frustration. "maybe you didn't close the window because you knew it would look suspicious, and so you left it open on purpose, so I would think no one was there?"
"Do you really think I'm smart enough to pull that off?" I groaned, using my last resort – Martina's belief that no one is better than her.
"Nah," she drawled, smirking. "You're not. Okay, I'm going to sleep now, so keep your dirty little hands off of yourself and wear ear buds if you're about to watch porn."
"Bye Marti!" I shouted as I pushed her out of the room, slamming the door closed. Then I let myself fall on the bed, deeply breathing in the scent Corrine left behind.
Holy crap.
That was so close.
Next time we need to…
Whoa there Egan, next time? You're planning on doing it again?
Damn Martina and her suckish timing. I could've resolved everything tonight!
You know what, whatever. I had enough for today. Now, I'm satisfied and pleasantly aching all over, and the Martina incident aside, tonight was nothing short of perfect.
Except for one thing. Corrine still doesn't know I'm in love with her.
Wait a minute…
I opened my eyes, astonished.
When we were… When I was on top and we were coming together…
I almost said it. I said: 'Corrine, I lov…', and then…
And then she shut me up with a kiss.
She knows.
Oh crap.