It's after school. November 2nd to be exact. I'm currently standing outside the school in the courtyard waiting for Jade. Caylie's here with me. "Where the hell do you think she is?" Caylie asked, crossing her arms. I just shook my head. I knew exactly where she was and what she was doing.
"Were you thinking about me, chiquita?" Javi's deep voice rumbled. He had Jade seated on the desk. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips as he stood between them. His lips were trailing on each side of her throat. "Mmm...I always think about you." "That isn't what I mean." He growled. She pulled away, wrinkling her brow in confusion. "Were you thinking about me when he had his hands all over you?" He was talking about Billy. "Maybe I was..." She teased, arching her back a little as his lips moved down to her nape. His hand ghosted between her thighs, shoving the skirt material back. "I bet you were..." his second hand joined his other between her legs, only to rip at the material of the fishnet stockings. The sound of the seams ripping was muffled. "Thinking about me while he's got his fingers stuffed into your pretty little cunt..." He pushed his index finger and his middle finger into her. It caught her off guard and she yelped softly. His hand flew to cover her mouth.
"Uh-uh, bonita. Silenco, mi vida." His fingers pulled back and pushed deeper. The burning satisfaction rattling her nerves. Her nails punctured the material of his dress shirt. It was pink, her favorite color. Her head fell back as he continued to pump his fingers. His arm wrapped around her waist as he moved in, his lips falling to kiss at her exposed throat. He wanted her to be naked in his bed, but they had agreed to take things slow...about as slow as they could. He didn't expect her to buckle right away. Her grip loosened on his shirt. Her fingers sailing through his hair and making a mess of it. She gasped his name and it felt so good to hear it.
"I want you to fuck me." Jade whimpered. "Not yet." He withdrew his fingers. She let out a groan of frustration, her mouth falling open. Immediately, Javi hooked his fingers into her mouth. His olive skin gazing her bone whites. Her plump lips closed around them, sucking softly. "Don't be a brat." He said. He raised a brow. "Besides, you were the one who wanted to take things slow." He pulled his fingers from her mouth, bringing them to his own. "I do wanna go slow...but I—" Jade's fingers moved to unbutton his shirt. "Hey, hey..." his voice took on a cool and husky tone. "Don't talk like that." She begged, nearly breathless. "Like how? Like this?" His voice got deeper. Her hands dropped down from his shirt to undo his belt and his jeans. "Ah-uh..." Jade's eyes shifted up at his. "What you're going to do...is you're going to go home and think about me while you're touching yourself." She gasped. "Think you can do that for papí, chiquita?" He asked.
She hopped off the desk and fixed her skirt. Javier walked her to the door. "You know I hate being teased." He smiled at her. "I'll see you this weekend." He said. She groaned. "Not this weekend, I have to work on renovations for the diner downtown." "I can come help." She raised a brow. "Javier...you're still a teacher. I can't have you smooching in me in front of Gill's mom." He pinned her between the door. "What about later? I can come by, we can shower and you can go for a little ride, princesa." She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "I'd like that." She said. She reached up, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. "See you later." She muttered, opening the door, and stepping out into the hallway.
Right then, I looked up, out Caylie's windshield to see Jade walking across the courtyard towards us. "There she is." "Finally, jeez." She crossed the street and rounded the car to get in on my side. "Where the hell were you?" Caylie asked, putting the car in gear. "Science tutoring." Jade lied. I turned around in my seat to look at her and she just winked. "Science tutoring, huh? Since when do you care about passing science class?" Caylie asked, seeming completely oblivious to what was happening. "Since I need it to graduate high school, you dope." She answered.
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Blandview High Musical
FanfictionMeet Gillian "Gill" Demofonte. A 17-year-old with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. From a dreary life on the East coast and all across the Southern-Midwest, she's thrown into a California lifestyle. This move is like all the others: an unnecessa...