It's alright, I suppose. Seriously, shut up! You look hot! The pattern is exquisite, and the top fits your breasts perfectly. What more could you ask for?Allowing Buffy to take the lead this time, I sigh and turn around to open the door for Max to see."What do you think?" I inquire. He lifts his head from his phone to glance at me."Damn," is the first word out of his mouth, his eyes widening as he rubs the back of his head. "You look incredible, Vega. Incredibly hot."I won't deny that his compliment nearly made my stomach do somersaults, but I won't admit it aloud."Then it's settled. I'm buying it. Thanks, Blackwell," I inform him as I prepare to close the door and change. However, he places his hand on the door, blocking my way. "What?" I ask, pretending to be naive even though I know exactly where this is going."You really expect me not to break in that new set right here, right now?"I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt at intimidation, whic
Max and I started spending more time together after our trip to the mall. If I wasn't with Avery, talking to our friends from the Philippines, Mom, or Alex on the phone—or meeting with my regulars—I was usually with Max. When we weren't fooling around, we did various things together, from studying to random activities. Spending quality time with him made me realize he's a cool guy, funny, caring about his close ones, and has some fascinating life stories.I still think you might be developing feelings for him, but please continue with your point.Well, my point is that he's a relaxed and easygoing guy.Oh, really? So, that 'nightmare' from a few days ago doesn't bother you at all?No, not at all. Like I said, I've completely ignored it.Now, let's move on...It's safe to say that whenever Max and I hang out, something crazy always happens. This evening was no different. We were currently at the Learning Commons, trying our luck at the first of many vending machines for snacks.Max and
Chuckling, Max teases me as I playfully roll my eyes and maintain a small smile. He leans over, wrapping his arms around my waist and seating me on his lap. I straddle him, running my fingers through his hair and idly toying with the strands at the nape of his neck."I think we deserve a reward for completing all that work in just two hours. What do you think?""A reward?" I inquire, then shrug casually. "I'm not sure. Why don't you show me exactly what you mean?"He smirks, leaning back slightly from the headboard to start planting kisses on my neck. His fingers graze my stomach through my shirt, sending shivers across my sensitive skin. I steady his head with my grip on his hair, allowing him to pull me closer, and we start grinding against each other. The buzzing of his phone on the nightstand momentarily distracts us, but we continue our intimate activity. He tightens his hold on me, guiding my movements in a way that promises mutual satisfaction, and his phone buzzes again. I sta
"Dude, I've seen this movie like ten times since it came out, and that bar montage always cracks me up.""Yeah, Justin Chon is hilarious. I nearly died the first time I watched the scene where he whipped out his...you know," Ryder replies as the credits roll."Yeah," I chuckle.Ryder texted me after class, inviting me to his apartment. We had some fun in his fancy indoor pool - turns out the guy is crazy rich, which I didn't know until today. We decided to watch "21 & Over" in his home theater, where we may or may not have spent the first half of the film cuddling in one of the recliners."Well, I should head out," I say, getting up to put my shorts and shirt back on. "I've got a ton of laundry waiting for me back in my dorm.""Before you go," Ryder says, getting dressed as well, "can I ask what you're up to on Friday night?""I'll be working until five. Why, what's going on?""Well, my parents are opening a new hotel downtown, and they're throwing this big gala for it. I was wonderin
The Night of the Gala"Wow, Vega. You look fantastic!" Ryder exclaims as I meet him at the door.The more I scrutinized myself in the mirror after getting ready, the more I became convinced that the outfit didn't suit me. I don't know, it just didn't feel like my style. However, I decided to put my reservations aside. I knew my choice of attire wouldn't be suitable for venues like The Knowles Hotel. Not that I hadn't contemplated it initially, though. My desire to show up in a crop top and ripped skinny jeans was short-lived when I considered that Ryder might face consequences with his parents.You're going soft on me, Slayer.Hey, I admit I can be a jerk, but I can also be decent when necessary...well, it's either that or this dress is making me feel unexpectedly princess-like and proper.I really hope it's just the dress. The thought of you turning soft all of a sudden is cringe-worthy.Whatever. My point is, I'd be a complete jerk if I were to intentionally ruin this night for Ryde
A little over five minutes later, I'm exhaling with relief as the last drops of concentrated liquid exit my system.Trust me, you haven't experienced heaven until you've finally relieved yourself after holding it in for too long.I pull up my underwear, straighten the hem of my dress, flush the toilet, and then retrieve my clutch before stepping out of the stall to wash my hands.You probably didn't need all those details, but hey, I want to recount my story as vividly as possible, so deal with it. Anyway, brace yourselves for what unfolds next...I'm drying my hands with a paper towel when I glance up in the mirror and spot Ashley standing right behind me, sporting a sinister Cheshire-like grin.Before I can react, she slams my head into the massive vanity mirror.Ryder wasn't joking; this woman is seriously unhinged!"What's your problem, you idiot?!" I step back from the now bloodied and shattered mirror, which now bears the imprint of my forehead. I press my palm to my right eyebr
"When was your first time?" He inquires, just before taking a sip to settle the score for shutting down my previous question regarding how he and Kalix met.Max and I had only left downtown by 10:00 pm, and neither of us felt like calling it a night just yet. We swung by my dorm for me to change out of my dress and then headed to Goleta Beach Park. Max had some liquor stashed in his car's trunk, so we've been playing Twenty-one Questions ever since we got here.In this edition, there are no forbidden questions, but none can be repeated. If we choose not to answer, we must take a sip from our bottle.I just wrapped up my eleventh question for Max, and he's just asked his."With you," I reply with a poker face, and his eyes widen as he nearly chokes on the fiery alcohol."You're fibbing," he eventually asserts as if it's common knowledge, and I can't help the laughter that escapes from deep within me."And you're incredibly gullible," I tease him. Seriously, though, did he forget me men
Max adjusts his position, kneeling upright, to remove his shirt, while I do the same, discarding my top and bra. We both lower our underwear and pants just enough to facilitate what comes next. Max swiftly puts on a condom and enters me within moments."Isabella, you're so tight," he remarks as I respond with my hips to his movements."No," I retort, "you're just too big, remember?"His deep chuckle rumbles through his throat and brushes my neck, causing a delightful shiver. I try to suppress my impending climax; it would be embarrassing if he knew how quickly I'm approaching it.You realize what you just said, right? Buffy comments.Sorry, can't hear you over the cheesecake making a fuss in my stomach!"It's okay," Max reassures me with a wink. "We'll make it work, like we always do."And just like that, our bodies align perfectly, and we make it work as we always do. However, I soon notice a difference between this encounter and our previous ones. Max's thrusts are slow and steady,