Unfortunately for Namor, Shuri and her boyfriend didn't break up. It was just a simple lovers quarrel. Apparently they had kissed and made up. Namor stood in his typical spot in the hall with his boys, staring holes into the couple when a kid ran up to them. His boys dubbed him 'the messenger boy' and would tease when he came by. The boy ignored them and went straight to Namor. Namor leaned away from the lockers he was against and went to the boy.
"I got the information you wanted." The boy told him.
Namor nodded in approval.
"What did you find?" He asked.
Shuri looked over. She saw Namor pat some kid on the head and send him off as if he were some dog. The kid looked pleased, happily walking away, stuffing some unknown object into his pocket.
"Probably drugs." Shuri thought to her self and returned her attention to her boyfriend.
Tried to anyway. Just then Namor's chesty girlfriend walked by. She could hear his boys do their usual cat calls when it came to her and watched as she sauntered up to Namor. Shuri watched as the couple embraced and kissed, Namor always making a show of grabbing her ass which was always in short skirts. Shuri's eyes narrowed.
Her boyfriend looked from her, towards the commotion and back to her one more.
"Babe? I'm over here." Her boyfriend said trying to regain her attention.
Shuri blinked as if coming back from some unknown world and shook her head at the kissing couple.
"I'm sorry. I was just….it doesn't matter. Let's go or we will be late for class." Shuri said giving him a smile and a quick kiss.
Despite being used to it by now, even with the music on low or completely off, Shuri could never hear when Namor entered her room through the window. She wondered about his thieving past but never brought it up. Not something one can just casually talk about. Namor climbed through the window and saw Shuri sitting on the bed. He went over to the music, turning it off and making himself comfortable in the desk chair near by. That very same comfortable chair he first felt her lips upon him.
"Princess." He bowed with his head mockingly.
Shuri sat up on her bed and looked at him. He continued to speak.
"I thought you and your boyfriend broke up." He said.
Shuri laughed and shook her head no.
"Oh you would like that wouldn't you? Actually we didn't. We had a disagreement, we talked it out and made some changes. You know, normal couple stuff. Oh wait, you wouldn't know. You have a paid hooker as your girlfriend now." Shuri commented.
"She's not a hooker." Namor corrected.
Shuri scoffed. "Could have fooled me with the way she dresses."
Namor rolled his eyes.
"Are you jealous? Well, I'm sure your boyfriend loves sucking on those little bee stings you got there."
As soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. He had went too far. He watched as Shuri stormed to her feet.
"GET OUT!" She ordered and without a word he did what he was told.
Too far. He had went too far. He loved sucking on Shuri's tits. Any moment he got , he was touching them, licking them, sucking them, squeezing them. He looked up at her window, the curtains now closed and hiding the light from inside. He felt guilty. Guilty for hurting her.
"Fuck." He cursed and walked home.
The next few days he saw Shuri revert back to her former style, baggy clothes and sweat suits hiding her figure. He wanted to apologize. To make her feel confident again. He got on the bus, hoping to steal her book bag, sit next to her in the seat and do exactly that. Yet when he got on, someone was already there, her boyfriend.
Namor avoided eye contact as he greeted his boys in the back of the bus and sat with them. He wondered why her boyfriend was with her on the bus versus him taking her home in his fancy car. They seemingly went everywhere together and Namor hated it. He looked at the backs of the heads of the two deep in conversation, Shuri laughing a few times. He hated it. He hated all of it.
He though about her boyfriend's fancy car. "She deserved a guy with a fancy car." He thought to himself. A fancy car. Fancy dinner dates. Lunch dates. Flowers. All of it. He bet she would like that. Looked like the type of girl that would like that. Something he could never afford to do let alone give her. He heard Shuri laugh and then saw her lean her head against her boyfriend's shoulder. God he hated it. Hated him. Hated both of them together.
He imagined himself in her boyfriends place. Him being the one holding her in his arms. Him walking with her down the halls holding her hand. To see her laugh. See her smile. He hated the guy and envied him at the same time. The bus stopped and emptied the students. Namor watched as Shuri and her boyfriend walked arm and arm towards her neighborhood.
He waited a few days before climbing up into her window again.
"Princess." He addressed. Not bowing this time.
Shuri paused and decided to not acknowledge him this time. Namor sat upon the bed next to her form which was reclined with her back propped up against pillows reading a book.
"Princess?" He said more gently.
"What do you want?" She asked coldly. "Don't you got some D cups to be groping up on?"
Namor sighed and looked over at her.
"I shouldn't have said that. I was angry and it hurt you. I'm sorry." He apologized.
Shuri didn't react. Namor moved closer and gently took the book from her hands. He laid down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow next to her. He reached out and placed his hand on her belly. Slowly his hand went down, tugging at the fabric of her hoodie before climbing underneath. He heard Shuri's breath hitch as his hot skin made contact with hers. His fingers slowly crept up her belly until they reached her breast.
"You know I love these, don't you?" He whispered, tracing his fingers around a nipple. "I love how they get hard for me. I love how they feel in my mouth." He whispered.
As he did so, he lifted up her shirt, exposing her perky tits to him. He adjusted his body and leaned in, taking a nipple into his hot wet mouth. He sucked and teased it with his tongue. Licking and flickering before going to the other and giving it the same attention.
He could hear her moan. Part of him wondered if he imagined hearing her moan his name. He wasn't sure. Didn't care. He just wanted to hear more of her pleasureful moans. Namor reached down with his free hand and began unbuttoning his jeans.
"I've dreamed of cumming on these very tits. I can't tell you how many nights I've jerked off my cock thinking about how perfect they are. How the fact that they are yours makes them even more perfect." He said looking up at her.
Shuri could feel the weight of his hard cock resting against a exposed leg from her sleeping shorts. She felt a wet spot against her leg, Namor leaking and ready, wanting to be inside of her.
"I want you to ride me again. Let me squeeze and suck on those beautiful tits as you do so." He whispered. "Let me see them bounce as you ride my hard cock, Princess."
Namor turned and laid on his back, waiting for her. Shuri climbed up off the bed and faced him. She watched him watch her with hungry eyes as she lifted the hoodie and shirt off her body followed by pulling off her shorts and panties. Namor had already grabbed his hard cock, stroking it as he watched her undress and climb onto the bed.
"You drive me crazy you know that? I don't think right when I'm with you, Princess." Namor confessed.
"You?" Shuri asked.
She was the one naked. She was the one climbing on top of him about to sit down upon his cock. She was the one who had him jerking off in HER bed, her house. She was the one who never locked the window. She was the one with a boyfriend. He was the one with a girlfriend.
Drive him crazy? No, she was the crazy one. The crazy one where he kept getting under her skin. The crazy one where he was always on her mind even when she was with her boyfriend.
Crazy? No, she was the crazy one. Namor watched as she climbed back upon the bed. Instead of climbing on top of him, she laid down next to him. Namor turned and looked at her confused.
"Something wrong?" He asked concerned.
"Would you mind just holding me?" She asked.
Namor smiled at her and reached out, pulling her closer and against him.
"Whatever you need, Princess." He whispered.
Namor laid there with Shuri in his arms. This felt nice. This was something he could get used to. He idly ran his fingers up and down her back and listened to her breathing. His girlfriend didn't get this. He didn't stay the night. Didn't cuddle. They only fucked in the school stairwells or other school locations. He got blow jobs everywhere. The bushes, the bus, against cars. His girl loved it but never did he cuddle with her. Never did he hold her. Never did he see her outside of school.
"I really am sorry for hurting you." He whispered and kissed her forehead.
Shuri continued to rest her head upon his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. She didn't reply. Just stayed there in his arms and Namor was completely ok with that.
"What do you like about him?" Namor asked breaking the silence. "Is it because he's rich like you? The fancy car and fancy clothes?"
"I like him because he's not you." She said frankly.
Namor snatched his body away from her to sit up and her head fell to the pillow.
"Why you gotta say shit like that!" He growled.
"Because I know none of this means anything to you! Because I know I don't mean anything to you! You'll fuck me and then ignore me like you always do. Go back to your little girlfriend. That's why I say shit!" She countered back.
Namor wanted to correct her. To tell her that's not true. That he liked spending time with her, even when they weren't fucking. They were always fucking though it seemed. Truth was, he was bad with words. Bad with affection. He thought that by kissing her, touching her, the way he was with her during those moments of bliss, that she'd be able to tell how he really felt.
"Princess I-" He started.
"Shuri, your boyfriend is here." Her mom's voice called from down stairs.
"Shit! Shit! I completely forgot!" She panicked and got off the bed and hurried to her clothes.
She saw Namor not bothering to move or get up. She pointed to her window.
"Get out!" She yelled.
"Why? What would happen if he saw me in here?" Namor challenged.
"I swear to Bast. Get out Namor!" Shuri yelled again.
Namor tucked himself back into his pants and got up. Namor crossed over to her. He handed her the hoodie that was on the floor. When she reached for it, he grabbed her, pulling her close and against him. He looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her harshly. When he broke away, both their lips were swollen.
"Think of me when he fucks you. Think of my cock filling you when you're with him." Namor growled out to her.
He leaned down for another kiss but Shuri pushed him away.
"Just get out already!" She ordered.
Once gone, she closed her bedroom curtains.
Namor smiled once on the ground and looked up towards the closed window. He lit a cigarette and began walking home. Even if she doesn't think of him, he would be thinking of her. Namor's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller id. It was his girlfriend. He placed the phone back into his pocket and rolled his eyes. She was not the one he wanted to talk to.
Every time Namor saw Shuri with her boyfriend at the lockers he wanted to bash the boy's face in. Getting into another fight, especially with the SAME person was going to cause him to get expelled. Getting expelled would mean not seeing her anymore.
Today, most of all the student body was in the auditorium for an assembly. There was some major school announcement going on. Namor didn't care. Due to the information from his messenger boy, he had other things to do. According to the messenger boy, Shuri would probably be near her locker during the assembly because she was catching up on some lab work from one of her classes. Namor laid in wait until Shuri appeared. He could hear her locker opening and that's when he emerged.
Shuri heard a locker open and close next to her. She didn't give it any thought. Things like that happened all the time. She saw the persons movements from the corner of her eye and looked over. There was a boy, a tall handsome boy with dark hair and a collared shirt with his back towards her. He was holding a teddy bear and flowers, opening the locker a few down from hers. Shuri smiled, thinking it was sweet, some guy surprising his girlfriend like that. Assumed girlfriend. It could be for a guy. Shuri had no clue. She tapped him on the shoulder. Before he turned around she spoke.
"Um excuse me, but I think you have the wrong locker. This row is mainly occupied by the students in my class or empty." She informed him.
The handsome boy opened the locker, back still towards her and placed the gifts inside. He then turned to her. Shuri gasped out loud. The handsome boy with the neat combed hair and button up shirt was Namor. Shuri glared at him instantly after realizing who it was.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, attitude obvious in her voice.
Namor smiled at her reaction. "Just showing my girlfriend that I was thinking about her. I want her to see it before we go out on date night. This is her locker now by the way. The former owner gave it to her. Imagine that."
He could tell this was angering Shuri. Namor closed his girlfriends locker and stepped over to Shuri who was standing slightly in front of her opened locker. Namor placed his hand against her locker, closing it behind her. He leaning against it, his body close to hers and spoke again. ((Think the token anime, kdrama, yaoi, high school locker pose that's used to corner someone.))
"I'm sure your boyfriend does things like this all the time. Leaving you cute little notes and flowers. Tokens of affection like I do with my girlfriend, letting you know he's thinking about you. Doesn't he?" Namor asked.
The question was rhetorical. Shuri didn't answer but continued to glare. Namor continued with his antagonizing..
"I bet you guys go on date night all the time." He added and moved even closer to her. His face and lips hovered inches away from hers.
"Did you you think about my cock when he fucked you that night?" Namor whispered the question to her.
"Every time I fuck my girlfriend, the only way I can cum is if I close my eyes and imagine it's you." Namor's voice was seductive.
Shuri swallowed silently hearing all of this. She didn't want to admit but she was aroused at that thought, the thought of him thinking of her with another. Namor moved his arm from the locker and placed it against her lower back, bringing her into his body, pressing. Namor's eyes roamed her face and settled upon her lips.
"Tell me you love him. Tell me you love him right now and I'll leave you alone." Namor whispered and waited.
Shuri looked at him defiantly. "I love him." She said.
Namor slammed her back against the locker, kissing her harshly, roughly. He slid his tongue against her lips, demanding entry. Not breaking the kiss, he lowered slightly, lifting her body to his waist. Shuri wrapped her legs around him instantly upon reaction. She could feel the undeniable hardness in his dress pants. Namor tore himself from her lips.
"Tell me you love him." He whispered again through ragged breaths.
"I love him." Shuri said again, staring deep into Namor's eyes.
He kissed her again with the same passion and intensity as he did before. He began walking with her, walking towards a door way and opening a door to an empty classroom. Still kissing her, he carried her inside and closed the door. His lips were swollen when he pulled away. He placed her down upon her feet and took off his shirt. Namor placed his hands on the side of her face and kissed her again, drinking in her moans. He walked forward, causing her to stumble backwards. She kept stumbling until her body was stopped by the teachers desk.
"Tell me you love him." Namor commanded and lifted Shuri's shirt off her head. He looked knelt down, not taking his eyes off her as he took off her shoes and then reached up under her ankle length skirt, sliding off her panties. He stood, hiking up her skirt to her hips as he stood up. He lifted her again and sat her ass upon the desk. When she didn't answer, he asked her again.
"Tell me that you love him" He said.
Shuri licked her lips. "I love him." She whispered to Namor.
He closed his lips upon her neck, licking and sucking, causing her to moan. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back.
"Tell me." He said against the skin of her exposed neck.
"Tell me that you love her." Shuri commanded back.
Namor moved his lips away from Shuri's neck and looked into her deep brown eyes. He reached down, tugging at his zipper, reaching inside and freeing his hard cock. He held his swollen head at the opening of her wet cunt.
"I love her." Namor said not taking his eyes off of her and slid his hard cock deep inside of her.
Shuri tilted her head back and held on, held on to his strong body as he felt each powerful thrust. The desk began to rock back and forth. They didn't take their eyes off of one another even with the thrusting of his hard cock deep inside her hot pussy. Even through the moans from their parted lips, their eyes never left one another unless it was due to kissing.
"I love her." Namor said softly. His tone the same as that night as he fist told her that he mockingly told Shuri that he loved her.
"I love him." Shuri replied with a moan and kissed him once more.
"I love him." She said again, feeling his body tense as he was growing close.
"I love you too." Namor grunted and tilted his head back, cursing in pleasure as he came inside of her.
Namor gripped the sides of the desk, holding himself up and resting his head against her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder as he caught his breath. He had never cum that hard before. He felt Shuri's hands at the sides of his face, lifting it to face her. Her eyes scanned his face as if looking for confirmation for what she just heard.
Namor smiled and leaned forward. "I love you too." He whispered.
This caused Shuri to smile.
"Don't avoid me this time." She requested, pain in her voice.
Namor kissed her forehead. "I won't this time. I won't. I have to take care of something first so I'll be gone a few days but I will see you as soon as I come back." He said and kissed her again.
The two were all smiles as they got dressed in the empty class room. Namor opened the door for her and Shuri walked through. Namor followed. Namor took her hand and held it, a smile still on his face and they walked the opposite direction down the hall.
A figure stood there in the opposite direction of the hall, shock completely upon his face. It was Shuri's boyfriend who came looking for her. He saw the two, hand and in leave the classroom looking disheveled.
The boyfriend decided this was the last time Namor was going to get into his way.
That night Namor came home to find the Nurse there tending to his mother. He asked to see her before she left and they met up in the kitchen.
"I want to see your father again and get tested." He stated.
"Tested?" She asked confused.
"Tested. STDs, STIs, AIDs, everything. I want to make sure I'm clean. I want to make sure I'm safe. Not just for me but someone I care about. I want to make sure she's safe, we're safe while we're in our relationship." He explained.
"Yeah but why are you asking about that now? I mean, this is something you should be doing regular-" Namor cut her off.
"Forget it. If you're going to be judgmental I'll just-" This time the nurse cut Namor off.
"No no. I'm sorry. Yes, my father can get the tests done. Just call and make an appointment. He'll see you." She said.
Namor stood and so did she. He walked her to the door. She looked at him and placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"I'm glad you're being responsible in your relationship. That's very mature of you. She must be a good influence on you. You dress different. You're looking out for someone other than yourself. I'm proud of you." She said and paused. "Maybe bring up birth control to my father since you two seem serious. I'd like to meet her one day." The nurse smiled and left.
Namor made the appointment a day later. He had to wait a few more days for his test results.
CLEAN.
CLEAN because he was always using protection. Clean because he didn't want to fuck anyone raw. Didn't want to risk anything. Especially someone getting pregnant. Until…. until her.
Namor climbed into Shuri's window a few nights later with a smile on his face and a folded up piece of paper in his hand. He was not ignoring or avoiding her like he said he would.
"Princess! I have something to show you." Namor said cheerfully.
He paused when he saw Shuri crying on her bed. His expression changed. The room was filled with boxes. Namor looked around confused.
"What's going on?" He asked curiously.
Shuri shook her head and leaned against him as she continued to cry.
"Someone found out. Mom came to me with Plan B and said we're moving immediately. She said this place is bad for me. That this school is bad for me. She wants us away from this place as soon as possible."
Namor moved away from her, his body going numb from shock. His face hardened and he backed away, dropping the paper an backing up to the window.
This is exactly why he didn't want to tell anyone that he loved them, ever. Every person he said he ever loved was taken away from him. First his father, and now, slowly, his mother. Now it's Shuri too. Namor kept shaking his head no and climbed out the window without saying a word.
"Namor!" Shuri called out after him, running to the window.
"Namor!" She called again.
Namor disappeared into the night.
Shuri sat at the window ledge hoping he'd come back. She wiped her tears and turned back towards her room, looking at all the boxes. That's she she noticed a paper on the floor. She stood and walked towards it, bending it down and picking it up. She unfolded it and her eyes went wide. There was a list and besides each list item was the word NEGATIVE in bold print. There were also some scribbled on the paper about various birth controls from rings, pills, shots and under the skin long term inserts.
That is what he wanted to show her.
But why.
Shuri didn't know why.
Typical Namor, he did avoid her. According to his boys, she wasn't at school. Namor went to her house almost every day after that but didn't climb inside. Instead, he'd watch from the dark near the trees as the family loaded up the moving trucks with boxes. He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't see her one last time. It was too painful.
He saw her leave that night. The family taking their cars followed by a fleet of moving trucks. He saw her leave that night. The same night he drank so much afterwards that he passed out. It hurt way too much.