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He pulled up into
the driveway and killed the engine, staring forward as if he couldn't
stand to look at me. The expression on his face made my heart ache. I
didn't know what to say or do to make it better. There was nothing I
could say or do to make it better.

“
Are
you okay to drive home?” I asked.

“
I'm
upset, Chey, not drunk.” He rolled his eyes.

“
Okay.
I just wanted to make sure.” I grabbed the door handle to get
out of the car, but Chase wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling
me back.

“
Listen,
I'm sorry. We really need to talk about this though. I can't just
keep . . . doing this, whatever it is you think we're doing. I need
to know, and I need to know right now. Do you love me?”

Everything in me
wanted to pull out of his grasp and run inside, to hide away from him
and the world and this horrible situation. I didn't want to tell him
the truth because I knew what it meant. He had had enough. If I told
him no, then it was as good as telling him goodbye . . . forever.

“
I
need time to think,” I said finally.

“
That's
not what I asked. There's no more thinking. No more waiting. Do you
love me or do you not?”

As I said the words,
the first hot tear streamed down my face. “I don't love you.”

TONGUE TIED

The world was a mess
of emotion and misery and blurry vision as Chase pealed out of my
driveway. Before I even made it to the front door, I was sobbing so
heavily I could barely breathe. Once I was inside, I pressed my back
against the door and slid down it to hold my knees and cry some more.

What had I just
done? I allowed the most amazing guy in the world to drive away. And
for what? For some desirable older man who I could never have. No,
that wasn't the real reason. Maybe it partially was, but the truth of
the matter was that it didn't matter how much time I spent with Chase
or how much hot sex we had, I still couldn't force feelings for him
much stronger than friendship. Yes, we had gotten closer, and I
appreciated him on a deeper level, but it just wasn't love.

With a heavy heart,
I sobbed over a pint of ice cream and then went to bed in my clothes.
When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were puffy, and I didn't
feel much better. Sulking about it wouldn't help though, so I pulled
myself somewhat together and went to school as normal, hoping that
lectures would keep my mind off of my aching heart.

Now that Chase was
out of the picture, I turned my mind toward Damien. It was hurting me
so much to lose Chase, and Damien and I weren't even that close. Was
it worth allowing myself to get closer only to lose him too? I didn't
think so. The pain I was feeling inside was absolutely excruciating,
and I couldn't bear to go through it again, but that was a bridge I
would have to cross whenever Damien decided our lessons were over.
Perhaps it would be better to take two blows to my heart at once, to
end it with him as well and set myself free. After what I had done to
Chase, I didn't feel like I deserved pleasure anyway. And that's all
it was between Damien and I, bodily pleasure.

By the end of the
day, I decided it was best to stop seeing Damien. I preferred my pain
in one big dose, not bit by bit like a band-aid being slowly torn off
a wound. On my way home, I cried for both of them, and then felt like
a complete bitch for feeling sorry for myself, which only made me cry
more.

My phone rang, and I
grasped at it with a twinge of hope.
Maybe it's Chase saying he'll
give me more time. Or even better, perhaps he's calling to tell me he
still wants to be friends.

It wasn't Chase
though; it was Tanya, and for a few brief seconds, I thought about
not answering. I didn't much feel like talking, yet I knew I would
feel better if I did. Besides, she was the only one who knew the
entire story about Damien and Chase. If I updated her on everything,
she might give me the unwarranted sympathy that I was secretly
craving.

When I answered the
phone, she sounded sickeningly chipper, giggling and talking to
someone in the background. It was a boy. I could hear his deep voice.
And, eventually, she confessed that it was Vinny, her new boyfriend.

“
You
should come watch movies with us,” she said enthusiastically.
“You can bring Chase, or Damien, or whoever you want.”

“
Yeah,
about that,” I hesitated. “Chase and I are no more . . .
and Damien and I are no more, as well.”

“
That's
too bad,” she replied, too distracted to be sincere. “You
should come over anyway. It will be fun. We rented a bunch of horror
movies.”

“
You
know I don't really like horror movies.”

“
Oh,
come on, Chey. What else are you going to do on a Friday night?
Besides, I really want you to meet Vinny. He needs the Chey seal of
approval.”

I smirked. It
sounded like he didn't need it that damn badly if she had already
gotten serious with him.

“
Alright.
Fine. I'll be over in a little while.”

I hung up the phone
and changed course, heading towards Tanya's house. She must have been
busy doing something naughty, because she didn't even come to greet
me at the front door. Instead, her mother let me in, speaking broken
English in her heavy asian accent.

I passed by her
father watching sports on the couch in the living room and made my
way to her bedroom. Not surprisingly, the door was closed. The brat
in me thought about barging in and trying to scare them, but then I
realized the door was most likely locked, so it was probably
pointless. Instead, I politely knocked, waiting until Tanya came to
let me in.

She squealed when
she saw me, wrapping her arms around my shoulder to usher me inside
and introduce me to her boyfriend, who looked every bit as Italian as
his name sounded. He was tall and lanky, with tanned skin, dark eyes,
and a blowout. Not my type, but at least he was around her age. It
was rare she got along with guys our age.

As soon as the
greetings were over, I was all but forgotten. They snuggled together
on the bed while I was forced to sit on the floor, feeling alienated
and alone. It wasn't long before I became frustrated by the lack of
attention being paid to me, but I felt like it would be rude to
leave, so I just suffered through it, trying to focus on the movie
while they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Things eventually
quietened down, but it wasn't because they were watching the movie.
The bed shook lightly, and it only took a glance in their general
direction to know what was going on. My pussy throbbed at the very
sight of him laying between her legs under the covers. I knew her
skirt was hiked up, that he was fingering her or fucking her or
something to cause the expression of pleasure on her face.
Lucky
bitch. That's what I'd rather be doing right now too, getting fucked.
But by who?

Tanya's breath
hitched, and I knew he had stuck it in. Those weren't just pleasure
sounds anymore. They were fucking sounds. He was fucking her, right
in front of me.

It took everything
in me to keep my eyes focused on the screen, though my brain was
going in all different directions. Since losing my virginity, sex had
become such a regular part of my life. I wasn't sure how I was going
to live without it. Did that make me a bad person . . . or a slut?
Having sex at my age was natural. I shouldn't feel bad for wanting
it. At least, that's what I was trying to convince myself.

Chase wasn't an
option anymore, but there was still Damien. Crap. I had just decided
to drop him. Was I already going to run back so quickly? Hell, he
didn't even know I wasn't planning to see him anymore. It's not like
any harm would be done if I continued on with my lessons.

That was just me
being wanton though, thinking with my body instead of my mind . . .
or my heart. There was plenty of hurt to be had in Damien Reed's bed,
and not just the bodily kind. When I was around him, my emotions were
a whirlwind of confusion. Besides, things had been getting really
intense with us lately. I wasn't sure if I could handle my feelings
for him becoming any deeper.

My heart knew what I
was supposed to do, but my body was in complete conflict, and as I
listened to Tanya moan from Vinny rocking between her legs, my body
began to win. Her pleasure sounds transported me back to Damien
Reed's bed, to the noises that erupted from my own throat when he
fucked me. I imagined him between my legs, bucking away, filling me
so incredibly full, and my pussy began to moisten at the memory.

Oh, screw it.
They're not paying attention anyway.

As quietly as I
could manage, I slipped a hand into the waistband of my skirt,
sliding it between my legs. The heat from my sex greeted my finger,
and as it passed teasingly over my pleasure button, I could feel my
wetness leaking through my panties. I closed my eyes, forgetting
about the mass murderer on the television, forgetting about Vinny and
Tanya and their careful quiet fucking. In my mind's eye, my finger
was thicker, not my finger at all. The hand it was attached to
belonged to Damien Reed, and he was teasing me ever so wickedly,
rubbing my engorged labia and barely pressing his finger between them
to touch my nub.

Oh yes,
I
thought, but dare not say a word.
Please, Damien. Stick it inside.
No. Stick your cock inside. I want your cock. I want to feel it
spreading me so wide, to ravage my cunt and take ownership of it.

The finger wasn't
bold enough to enter my underwear though. For as good as my
imagination was, I couldn't forget that I wasn't alone. All it would
take was for either Tanya or Vinny to look over the bed to see what I
was doing. The thought brought a blush to my cheeks, but it also
somewhat excited me.

So what if they
see me? They'll probably think it's hot. Maybe they'd even ask me to
join them.
For a split second, it sounded appealing. But then I
remembered that I wasn't attracted to Vinny at all. And Tanya was my
best friend, which would just make things weird.
No. It's Damien
Reed that I want.

I pressed hard
against my clit, rubbing and massaging, imagining Damien's tongue and
thick fingers and magnificent cock, all of which felt amazing against
my body. It took everything in me not to moan. My pleasure button was
so hot beneath my finger, almost burning. I worked it relentlessly,
holding my breath, so I wouldn't pant too loudly. Tanya was doing
enough of that for both of us. The bed was shaking so much that it
was rocking me with it as I leaned against the frame. It was as if I
was a part of their fucking, and I somehow liked the idea.

Just a bit
longer,
I told myself, feeling my hand beginning to cramp. I
wasn't about to give up though. The waves of my orgasm were coming
from somewhere deep. There was no way I would allow them to recede
before they washed over me with pleasure. Vinny grunted, and I
pictured Damien's magnificent cock spilling its juices inside of my
wanton cunt, sending me over the edge of ecstasy. I knew we were all
coming together, and it only heightened my pleasure.

Of course, by the
time they started paying attention to the movie again, my hands were
out of my skirt, my wet underwear and the smell of pussy the only
real signs that mischief had gone on. I inhaled the scent of sex that
overwhelmed the room, feeling horribly naughty for what I had done.

Then Tanya ruined
the mood by asking me what had gone on with Chase and Damien. Talking
about Damien in front of Vinny made me uncomfortable, especially the
excitement in his eyes when Tanya disclosed to him who Damien was.

“
Fucking a
teacher. That's crazy, man,” he said, shaking his head.

“
He's not my
teacher anymore,” I told him.

“
Well, he kind
of is since what you guys are doing is technically lessons,”
Tanya commented.

“
Lessons?”
Vinny looked incredulous. “That's probably just what he tells
girls to get in their pants.”

“
It's not,”
I insisted, though I was becoming more unsure by the second.

“
I mean,
seriously? Who needs lessons in sex? It doesn't take much to figure
out how to suck a cock or have your pussy pounded.”

These lessons are
different though. It's not just about that. It's about something
more. Erotic sensations and pure enjoyment of the physical pleasures
of the body.
I wanted to say it,
but I doubted he would understand. So far, Vinny was not getting the
Chey seal of approval, though I doubted Tanya would care.