why are you late?

Avery walked into the school, still reeling from Evan's words, when someone grabbed her arm from behind out of nowhere. She flinched in fright.

Fortunately, it was Natalie, who had already prepared to throw a punch at the person's face. Her fist hovered mid-air as Natalie stared at her with a mixture of surprise and concern.

Avery cleared her throat and kept her hand down. "I'm sorry, I thought it was one of those guys from our class," she said heavily, her voice laced with embarrassment.

"It's fine," Natalie replied. "Are you okay?"

Avery nodded and glanced at her phone. "It's almost time for class. We should get moving, or Mr. Martinez will be furious," she said, quickening her pace.

Natalie caught up with Avery, her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you're fine? Did something happen with Mr. Benson?"

Avery stopped in her tracks and turned around to face Natalie. She let out a deep sigh and pulled Natalie towards the janitor's closet. Inside, she turned on the light and buried her face in her hands.

"Last night, Mr. Benson kissed and fingered me," Avery said, her voice muffled by her hands.

Natalie's eyes widened in surprise. "Holly Molly! He what?" she asked, her tone softening. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "What happened next?" she asked, leaning in with interest.

Avery thought back to the previous night and felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "It was surprisingly amazing," she admitted.

"Did you two have sex last night?".

"Not yet," Avery replied, recalling Evan's words earlier. She swallowed hard before continuing. "Let's get to class quickly." She unlocked the door, and they both headed towards their class room. 

Avery took a seat at the back of the room, while Natalie chose to sit in the front seat. She bit on her pen, wondering what he would be doing to her tonight.

"You need to concentrate," she told herself, trying to shake off the thoughts that had been plaguing her.

Suddenly, her view was obscured, and her vision went blank.

"Maxwell?" His familiar scent wafted into her nostrils, enveloping her completely.

"Correct!" He said this as he withdrew his hand from her face and hugged her from behind. "Did you miss me?"

He asked, his voice low and husky.

Avery smiled brightly. "I'm still mad at you."

"I didn't pick up your calls because Valeria and I got into a fight," Maxwell said casually, his tone matter-of-fact. "We're done for good."

Avery's expression softened. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's all right," Maxwell said, releasing her from his embrace. "She wasn't my type to begin with."

Avery raised an eyebrow. "Then, what's your type?"

Maxwell smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're my type, Avery."

He pulled out a strawberry drink from nowhere and handed it to her, along with a note with a smiley face emoji drawn on it.

Avery's heart fluttered as she stared at him, feeling a mix of emotions.

Just then, Maxwell got up and walked out of the classroom, leaving Avery looking stunned.

Natalie rushed over to her side, concern etched on her face. "What's going on? You look like someone who's been struck by lightning!"

Avery took a deep breath before filling Natalie in on what had happened.

"He told me I'm his type, Natalie," she whispered, feeling like she was floating on air.

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "He literally said that? You know Maxwell can be a bit of a of a handsome psycho sometimes."

Avery's eyes widened in understanding. "You're saying I shouldn't get too caught up in this?"

Natalie nodded wisely. "'Cause you're with Mr. Benson now."

Just then, their teacher walked into the room, breaking up the conversation.

********

The sound of the clock ticking was like torture to Avery's ears as she got ready to go to Evan's room, her heart racing with anticipation. She'd never been one for formalities, so tonight was no exception—she slipped into his room dressed in her nightgown.

As she entered, Evan looked up from his book, his brow furrowed. "Why are you late? he asked, his voice low and serious. 

Avery replied, fidgeting with the hem of her nightgown. "I took a shower," she said, standing in front of the shirtless Evan.

"I see," he said, getting up, grabbing her waist, and pulling her to his chest. Evan stared into her eyes as he gently pushed her hair aside. Then he lowered his face to her neck and took a sniff of her.

As his lips claimed hers, Avery felt the world around them melt away. His tongue danced with hers, the taste of rich wine lingering on his breath. It was as if no time had passed since their last kiss, yet everything had changed.

His hands drifted down the straps of her dress, pulling them gently from her shoulders as his tongue continued to weave its spell. The nightgown slipped silently to the floor, revealing her body. Despite her tender years, her body was already full-grown and luscious, as if time had stood still for it, leaving only a fleeting sense of innocence.

Evan grabbed a handful of her breasts and massaged them, causing her to moan in pleasure with her eyes closed in shame from the noise she was making. She then felt his warm mouth on her nipples, sucking life out of them.

Her head tilted to the side in pleasure as she felt something warm coming out of her haven. Evan's hand traveled to the waistband of her blue lacey pants and tore them off. She gasped loudly, and her eyes snapped open as she glanced down at the shredded pieces of it. 

"I will get you a new one," he said huskily as his fingers worked down there, hitting her g spot. Before she could speak, her toes curled up in pleasure as she dug her fingers into his shoulder. She felt so tight that he began to fantasize about how it would feel to have his cock buried down there. 

Evan lifted her into his arms and sat down with Avery on his thighs. She watched him unbuckle his belt and bring it out of his underwear, causing her eyes to widen. How would this fit into her? She began to doubt the possibilities.

"Be good," he warned as he shoved his tool inside of her. At first, she could barely take the amount of pain she was experiencing until pleasure kicked in, causing her to shamelessly try to match each of his thrusts. That night, they went on countless rounds until Avery almost passed out on the bed.