Olympia Jones, she had a lot of stuff in High School to worry about. it was her Senior year, she had prom coming up, Yearbook to take care of, staying away from Conformists.
Oh, I almost forgot, also having her boyfriend of 4 years become a drug de...
I woke up to the sun shining down on me. Letting out a groan, I rolled over to my stomach and stretch out my body when I notice Eric's arm is wrapped over my back, since I rotated, and is holding my side to his chest.
I slowly unwrap myself and place my pillow back in between his arms. I grab a joint laying on the bedside dresser. I could tell Eric rolled it, his tend to look nicer than mine.
I walk into my bathroom and sit on the counter lighting the joint. I needed time to think about the McQuade boys. It didn't seem right
'Why do they show up the last month of the school year?' I thought
'And Brad is always trying to cozy up to me and Eric. That alone pisses me off because he can't take a fucking hint'
I'm interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the bathroom door.
I take a hit "come in" I let the smoke fall from my mouth.
Eric walks in closing the door slowly behind him.
"In here smoking my joint huh Ollie? And didn't even invite me?" He tsks, walking in between my legs rubbing my thighs.
I give him my best pout, "I'm sorry baby" I wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head a little trying to seem innocent, "I didn't wanna wake you up"
He chuckles darkly. Ah shit. "Awh baby, you know better than to not share" his hand starts playing with my underwear, "that means that you gotta get punished Ollie Babe"
I gasp as I feel his hand start to play with my clit, rubbing slow circles.
"I'm sorry, I'll be good" I whine, wanting more to happen
He chuckled darkly, "I know you will be" he brings his face closer to mine, "but someone's gotta take the punishment"
I finally felt his fingers slide my underwear to the side start to slowly slide one in. I let put a small whimper at the feeling. I tried to buck my hips to make him move faster, but he just grab them and kept them from moving with his other hand.
"Bad girls don't get to move baby" he whispered to me as he brought his lips to my neck. He started trailing small, light kisses from where my neck and jaw meet, down to where my collarbone was.
I felt him add in a second finger, feeling how he scissored me and spread me out more. I was already becoming limp from just two fingers.
Fuck.. he's too talented at this, I thought as he went faster. I could feel myself throbbing, and I know he could too by the way I felt him smirk into my neck.
