There's an awkward pause before Tamrin jumps in. "Well, enjoy your coffee. We’re just here to relax after a long week."
Liam is staring at me and I wish he would look away. Sadie is staring at me curiously and I know she has questions. "I was hoping we could join you." Liam says, glancing at me one last time before motioning to Presley to take a seat next to Sadie. I almost cry when he pulls a chair and sits next to me. I look at Sadie who is smiling at me like she's on crack. I wish I could ask her to stop because Liam is looking right at her. "Are you okay?" Sadie asks, mischief in her eyes. I shake my head at her question to get her to stop but she just looks at me waiting for an answer. I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." I can feel Liam's eyes on me. I ignore him and take a sip of my coffee. I'm ready to go. "Maybe we're making you feel uSaturday morning comes with a bright sun and clear skies, a perfect day to stay in and catch up on more assignments. But my plans are interrupted when my mom knocks on my bedroom door, holding a small package.I stare at her surprised that she's up and out of bed. I've been living her food in the morning not sure she would get out of bed and I have been ignoring the kitchen as soon as I get home because I souldn't take the emotional toll of knowing she doesn't get out of bed."Celeste, I need you to do me a favor," she says, her tone low . "Can you deliver this to Mrs. Hayes? It's something she left at the office yesterday." She adds and my brain is running in circles. That means she went to work.I glance at the package and then back at my mom. "Mrs. Hayes? As in Liam's mom?" That's the other thing making my mind spin."Yes, Celeste," she replies, raising an eyebrow in repone to my tone. "It won't take long." She adds and I sigh,
Liam is sitting in his room, staring out of the window, lost in thought. The evening sun casts a warm glow over the garden, the colors vibrant and full of life. His mind is far away, filled with thoughts of Celeste.I remember how she looked this morning when she brought the package. The shock on her face when she saw me with Presley.I was deep in Presley's pussy but all I saw was her beauty. Her hair catching the light, her eyes a mix of shock and lust. I know she feels something for me. I see it in the way she looks at me. he thinks she can hide it but her eyes always betray her and leave her true feelings on display.She was horny.I feel my dick get harder when I think about her looking at me. I wish she was here so I can make her touch it. I want to feel her fingers wrap around me. I know she would tremble as she feels the softness my skin and hardness of my shaft.I would love to see her reaction
By the time I get home, the tension has morphed into a dull ache in my chest.What did I just see? How am I going to face him the next time we see each other? I need to ignore him. I run to my room and try to focus on my assignments. I need to forget the image that is undeniably etched into my brain. He was naked and she was naked too! I drag my body into my chair and stare at the papers in front of me. But my thoughts keep drifting back to Liam and what I saw. I replay the scene over and over in my head, each time wondering why I didn't just leave.Why did I stand there that long? Why did I keep eye contact with him?Why was he staring at me? Why did it seem like he liked the idea of me watching him have sex with another girl?How fucked up is he?Am I fucked up for watching? Even worse am I fucked up for wondering what it's like to be with him?I hate him, yes but I can't help but wonder if it felt good for her,I get up at that thought and scream silently.What the fuck is w
It's Monday. Another week is starting I still have so much work to do. But I'm taking these few minutes to cool my brain down. The girls and I are, having lunch under the willow tree. The air is warm, and the shade provides a pleasant escape from the midday sun. Sadie is lying on the grass, using her backpack as a pillow, while Tamrin leans against the tree trunk, picking at her salad. I sit cross-legged, a sandwich in my lap, trying to focus on anything but Presley’s voice.I'm trying not to picture her naked with Liam and I am failing. And the fact that she's talking about him is making it even worse. "So, Liam and I are planning to go to the beach this weekend," Presley says, her voice full of excitement. "He said he knows a perfect spot where we can watch the sunset." I stare at my lunchbox trying not to make eye contact with her. She stops talking and I can feel her staring at me. When I look up she's looking at me for a reaction. I force a smile and nod, pretending to be in
I push my cart down the aisle, trying to remember what else I need to pick up. My mother did say I should take the list she wrote for me but I said no because I'm smart right? My mind is occupied by the fact that I have to take Presley to the beach over the weekend. I couldn't tell you how this happened but shes been texting me about it the whole day. I grab a carton of milk and a box of cereal, hoping I haven’t forgotten anything important.As I turn the corner, I smile when I see the one person I've been fiending to see. all day. My heart skips a beat when I see Celeste standing there, staring at a shelf of pasta. She’s wearing the baggiest pants I've ever seen, Iwould love to take off all those layers to see what she's hiding. Better yet I would love to take her to the beach. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looks lost in thought, and for a moment, I hesitate to approach her.I don't know how she'll react.“Celeste?” I ca
The weekend arrives, and I find myself on the beach with Presley. The sun is high, and the waves crash rhythmically against the shore. Presley chatters away about her latest shopping spree, but my mind drifts back to Celeste.I can't stop thinking about her and this is my opportunity find out everything about her that I can.“So, you and Celeste are friends?” I ask casually, trying to steer the conversation where I want it to go.Presley raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. “No. Why are you asking about Celeste?” She says and I can already heaar the jealousy in her voice. She rolls her eyes at me as she asks her question.I shrug, keeping my tone light. “Just curious. She seems different.” I say and she pouts.Presley smirks. “She’s fine, I guess. She's a little stuck up. I don't see anything interesting about her. So don't waste your breath on her." She
I'm back in my favorite place! The library.It’s quiet hum returns makes me want to scream because I need help!I push my physics assignment aside for a moment, rubbing my temples to fend off the growing headache. I look up at the ceiling hoping it will fix the pain but it doesn't.When I look ahead I see Ethan looking at me. He smiles at me and I nod wondering how he's always in here. I know he's smart and has the best grades in the school but how does he not lose his mind?I pull my assignment back and try it again. After a few more attempts at focusing, I concede defeat. I’m going to need help with this physics assignment, whether I like it or not. Swallowing my pride, I gather my notebook and textbook and make my way over to him. He looks up as I approach, a surprised but warm smile spreading across his face.“Hey, Ethan. Can I ask you for a favor?” I say getting the words out before I change my mind, trying to keep my tone casual I let the words flow.“Of course. What’s up?”
The next day, the walls of my room feel like they’re closing in on me. I decide I need a change of scenery and grab my books, heading to the nearby park. The fresh air and open space might help clear my mind and give me a fresh perspective on my studies.The park is a welcome escape from the confines of my room. I find a quiet spot under a large tree, its branches providing just enough shade. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze create a soothing backdrop. I spread out my books and notebooks, ready to tackle my history reading.I take my headphones out and plaster them on my ears to drown out the sund of the world. I take a deep breath in and start on my work.I’m halfway through a particularly dense chapter when I see footsteps approaching. I looking up, and frown at the face looking at back at me. I’ts Liam walking toward me. He’s wearing his usual confident smile, but there&r
VinceShe doesn’t have a clue.There she is, lying under that umbrella, her skin glowing in the sun, the waves crashing lazily behind her. She looks so at peace, so oblivious to the real world, to the danger that’s right here, watching her every move. It’s almost too easy.Nathan isn’t far. He never is. The loyal little lapdog, pretending to be her protector. But even he can’t be everywhere all the time. It’s only a matter of finding the right moment, the perfect crack in their little shield.I’ve been watching her long enough to know her patterns. She’s careful, sure, but not careful enough. And her home? That’s her weak spot.The house is practically a gift. Her mother is barely there—always working or locked away in her own little world. And Celeste? She’s alone most of the time. It’s almost laughable how easy it would be to slip in, grab her, and disappear. No one would hea
The sun is warm, casting a golden glow over the sand as waves crash rhythmically against the shore. I’m stretched out under a striped umbrella, the ocean breeze tickling my skin and the faint scent of salt lingering in the air. It’s the kind of day that should feel perfect, carefree.But my mind won’t stop running.Nathan is nearby, lounging in a chair with a book in his hands, but he’s been giving me space. For that, I’m grateful. He’s always nearby,
I stand in front of Liam my breathing slow and heavy. I start to take of my clothes watching the emotion in his eyes. He's taking me in. I take everything off until I'm naked. I can't stop because if I do, I'll chicken out.And then I tell him to take off his clothes. I watch him too. I take in his beautiful body. I take a deep breath when he's fully naked and sitting on the chair his cock in his hand. I watch him stroke it and my mouth and pussy get wet without effort.I walk to him and straddle him. I hover over his cock and feel him rub it on my folds. I close my eyes feeling the tip of his cock spreading my pussy juices slowly.Then he slides his shaft into me. I moan out loud as I slide it all the way inside of me....... I feel tears slide down my face and I open my eyes. Our eyes lock...-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The room is dark, save fo
How did I let it come to this?I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the wall, my phone in my lap. I’ve scrolled through my messages a hundred times tonight, hoping something will jump out at me—some clue, some moment I can point to where everything started going wrong. But all I see are echoes of the same thing: my words cutting through Celeste, Sadie pulling away, and now... nothing.My chest feels tight, and I rub at it absently, as if that will make the ache go away.
"I just can't," I whisper again, my voice barely audible, like the words might shatter if spoken any louder."Yes, you can" he says his voice steady, his eyes locked on mine. It’s like he’s trying to reach inside me, pull out whatever I’m too afraid to say.I chew on my lip, trying to find an answer that doesn’t make me sound ridiculous. But what’s the point? He already knows. He’s waiting, and I’m running out of places to hide."Beca
“What do you want to do now?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on me like he already knows the answer. I groan inwards annoyed. He knows what I want to do and he wants it too. But he wants to make me say it. I hate him!I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. What do I want? The answer sits on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say it. I can’t tell him that I want to kiss him. That I want to be close to him, want him to fuck me. It’s too bold, too forward,
She’s here. Lying on my bed like she belongs there, looking up at the ceiling like she’s trying to count the stars she can’t see.I’m sitting on this damn chair, watching her, not sure if this is real or some twisted dream my mind conjured up because I wanted it too much.Her showing up? It doesn’t make sense. I was just sitting here, staring at my phone, thinking about calling her, thinking about how much I wanted her close. And now she’s here. She&r
Presley’s phone is in her hand, her thumb hovering over Liam’s name. I don’t even think she realizes what she’s doing. Her lips are pressed together in that stubborn way she gets when she’s determined to prove a point—to herself or anyone else.I watch her press the call button, the sound of the ringing line filling the room. My stomach knots up instantly.She doesn’t look at me, her eyes fixed on the phone like she can will him to pick up. I al
The night air bites at my skin as I stand outside Liam’s gate, hugging myself tightly against the chill. What am I even doing here? The question echoes in my mind for the hundredth time. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might leap out of my chest.I regret this. Every single step that led me here feels like a mistake now. I should turn back. I glance down the empty street behind me, shadows pooling under the dim glow of the streetlights. My stomach churns with embarrassment. But my feet stay planted.I fumble for my phone, hesitating before dialing his number. The phone rings, and every second feels heavier than the last. He answers after the third ring, his voice low and rough. “Celeste?”I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m at your gate,” I blurt out, my voice shaky and small.There’s a pause. Too long. My face burns, humiliation prickling at my skin. Then, without another word, he hangs up.The silence afterward is deafening. My fi