"Yeah..." I whisper. "I want to... I want to do it again." Lionel breathes a laugh before whispering teasingly. "Oh no, I have created a monster." I laugh at him, and he steps away, still smiling. "Why don't you go and pick out the movie? I didn't make up that part about needing a shower. I kind o
Dela I can't believe I have a boyfriend now. I never thought Lionel and I would start dating, but it happened. Every night is spent watching movies with him or talking about anything between heaven and earth. He is a good guy and actually listens to everything I say. He even watches me with curiou
Dela When I come home, I'm filled with nervous energy. But there is also determination. Loads of it. I'm a woman on a mission. Yes, I must seduce Lionel. Tonight. I'm doing it. I clap my hands together as I enter the kitchen. "Howdy!" What the heck am I saying? Why do I sound like a Cowboy? "U
I gasp. "That blonde, tall girl who is studying prelaw?" "That's the one," his voice goes lower, and I feel a surge of jealousy before he has even spoken. "I dated Linnea for a while. She had a mole right above her knee. I found it exotic." I crunch my vegetables harder, pretending it's Lionel's c
Lionel Have I turned into Maddox post-Michelle? Since when do I stand in the shower and jerk off? I'm not doing it, but I'm damn close to grabbing it. My sexual frustration is driving me insane. I rake a hand through my blonde hair. Is this the punishment for having been a man-whore? I found thi
"Fuck..." I fail to stifle a groan when I notice how wet she is between her legs. So beautiful. So sexy. I want it all inside my mouth. I run my tongue from the bottom to the top, and once latching onto her clit, I slide a finger inside her dripping wet pussy. Dela lets out a little moan, and I
Dela I have a big problem: I haven't told anyone I'm dating Lionel! Día De Los Muertos is coming up, or now that we are in the United States, I guess I will just say Halloween. Either way, Shirley knows about Lionel, but Jason doesn't know I'm dating his best friend, and my nana doesn't know about
"Hey, why don't we sit with Lionel and his friends?" Shirley nods ahead, and my eyes follow hers. "That seems like a safe option, and I bet jock people are all friendly." I consider it for a moment. Lionel is eating with his friends, but he isn't looking at me. He is laughing at something someone