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,
I'm currently engaged in a physical encounter with my friend, Ryder Knowles, after unsuccessful experiences with seventeen other men who failed to arouse me. This situation is unprecedented between Ryder and me, as he's usually highly skilled in satisfying me quickly. However, this time, I find myself almost as unresponsive as I was during my last encounter with Jake before removing him from my list.Ryder abruptly stops and lies down beside me, propping his head on his hand. He remarks, "Alright, who is he?" I sit up, puzzled, and inquire, "What do you mean?"He checks his watch and continues, "Our encounters typically last no longer than seven or eight minutes. It's been fifteen minutes now, and you haven't shown any signs of enjoyment." He presses further, "So, spill the beans. Who's the lucky guy that my favorite casual partner," playfully nudging me, "has developed feelings for?"There goes my attempt to convince myself that I don't harbor emotions for Max Blackwell.But I can't
I don't have to wait long before that familiar sensation returns, overwhelming my senses. But I'm determined not to give up just yet. If Max doesn't bring me to climax soon, I won't let Avery and Buffy win.Max steadies my hips with one hand and uses the other to speed things up in my already aroused state. This pushes me closer to orgasm even faster than I can recall Buffy's insult, where she called me an idiot. And, well, I admit I was foolish for thinking this was a good idea.Once he gets me where he wants me, he licks his fingers clean and starts moving his body against mine, his lips locking onto mine. Unlike last night, he uses his tongue this time, and I don't mind at all. When he stops kissing me, I'm left panting for air. He looks down at me with desire in his half-lidded eyes, and, embarrassingly, I climax right then and there.Oh no, he made me climax.Gosh, he brought me to climax!Well, you know what that means, right?I'm in a bit of trouble.As if that weren't enough t
"Yup, after everything you've just told me, my dear inexperienced friend, you're definitely in love, no doubt about it.""I am?" I ask, hoping that my sense of relief isn't short-lived."Nope, you've already fallen head over heels," Avery concludes instead. "And you've fallen hard, my dear." So much for being relieved."Wow. You're resorting to Italian, so it must be pretty serious," I groan, letting my head drop until my forehead hits the counter that separates Avery and me."Sorry, girl, I'm just being honest with you," she says, but the look on her face when I look up at her tells me she's anything but sorry. She might even be planning my wedding to Max in her head right now."But are you absolutely sure?" I ask, hoping I still have a way out before I have to face the supposed truth. "Maybe it just seemed that way in the heat of the moment. I mean, he is a good kisser. Maybe I was just imagining things.""Nope," Avery disagrees firmly. "This has nothing to do with your imagination
Avoiding someone whose best friend is dating your best friend and frequents the same places as you can be quite the challenge. It didn't help that even when I attempted to drown my thoughts in schoolwork, Max was often studying in the same library. It felt like he was omnipresent, always wherever I wanted to be. Fortunately, my conversation with Ethan at the beach the night after my talk with Avery and Kalix had saved me from complete boredom. Ethan had an excellent sense of humor, which made the evening enjoyable.However, the following morning, I realized that Max and I shared not one but two classes that week. To make matters worse, Avery had an excuse to skip our first class that day due to an important rehearsal, leaving me to face Max on my own. The walk to the English department building was filled with dread, and the closer I got to my class, the worse it became.That is until a familiar face I hadn't seen in a while stopped me...."Hey, Isabella," he greeted me with the same