Best friends Frankie and Penelope have just arrived in the Valley seeking to escape the past. All they needed was each other and a fresh start. They make new friends and potentially find love. Unbeknownst to them, they stumble upon a war between two...
Two weeks out of school felt like a lot to Demetri, but he was thankful it was only the first two weeks. In that time, not too much was done in all of his classes; it was a lot of introductory work, to themselves and the course material. His advanced math class was perfectly challenging, his required humanities wasn't too hard to follow, and he was happy to learn Mr. Harris had a sense of flare when diving deep into The Great Gatsby. All he could really complain about was the workload given to him to catch up with everyone else. It wasn't hard, it was just a lot.
Frankie's lips on his neck was also quite the distraction, leading to very little progress being made.
What had started off as a homework session had quickly devolved into something else entirely. It was almost immediately apparent that Frankie didn't like to sit and work, her pencil being tapped against the paper more than it was writing in it. He was pretty sure she hadn't written anything down other than her name, but he couldn't be certain. She just sat there for a while, twiddling her thumbs.
It was around the time he finished a sheet for his chemistry class that she'd gotten up and sat on his lap. Whatever he was going to do next was half forgotten about. He had tried to get the work done, but she was too much of a distraction.
"Just keep doing what you're doing," she whispered to him, her hot breath fanning his ear and sending electric jolts throughout his body. She was practically purring when she spoke. "I just need a lil break."
He almost snorted. "You haven't done anything yet."
"Thinking is hard work," she countered. She then effectively cut the conversation short there by replacing her lips on his neck.
It started off as just light pecks, playful and seemingly sweet, but soon became something more hungry and vicious. She began to suck hickeys onto his skin, which was when he completely lost sight of the task at hand. His afternoon plans of knocking all his missed school work out of the park was foiled by her and the way her teeth felt sinking into the juncture of his shoulder.
He let out a moan and wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her ass, causing her to laugh. He looked at her when she picked up her head, ready to scold her for the naughty act, but when he looked into her eyes he saw nothing but love. Whatever lust was driving her was overshadowed by the pure love she had for him and if that wasn't the most amazing thing he could witness, he didn't know what was.
Her hands gently caressed his neck as she stared back at him, her lip getting caught between her teeth. She started to slowly grind her lips down on him, making him groan deeply in the back of his throat as he was already growing hard. Then, she pulled him into a long, slow kiss where their lips warmed each other through. It was tender and passionate, and he melted into it.
His hands wandered her body, sliding up her back and onto her sides, squeezing her hips and slipping up her shirt, making her shudder when his cool hands touched her heated skin. The contact was divine and he couldn't get enough, pushing a hand under her bra. She gasped loudly and he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth.
Before he knew it, she was standing up and ridding herself of the black ripped jeans she'd worn to school. Her black, lacy panties followed, all while he shifted in his desk chair, pushing his own jeans down his legs with his boxers. His lip was pulled between his teeth, eyes on her before he had the forethought to check his bedroom door. With a quick glance, he confirmed it was closed, but not locked, and those few seconds he wasn't looking at her was enough time to surprise him.
Warm wetness wrapped around the tip of his cock and had him sucking in air like it was his last breath. Turning to look, Demetri was met with Frankie bent over, taking him into her mouth with quick bobs of her head. His head fell back, eyes almost closing as he let out a low groan. Whatever she couldn't take into her mouth, she pumped with her hand, the other tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He helped her by carding his hand through her hair, holding it out of her face whilst she rolled her tongue over his length.
He used his other hand to reach behind her, finding her wet cunt and sliding a finger between her folds. She moaned around him and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. He was quick to push a finger into her, thrusting it in and out of her slick, tight hole before he added a second.
They were pleasing each other happily for a few minutes before she pulled away from him and stood straight. He pulled his fingers out of her and took a hold of her hip as she climbed back onto his lap, holding herself up over his cock while looking him in the eyes.
Frankie smiled at him, holding onto his shoulders firmly. "I love you."
Demetri's heart still skipped when she said that. "I love you, too."
She pressed her forehead to his, never breaking eye contact as she lined herself up with him. He aided her by holding his cock as she sunk down on it, their hot and panting breaths intermingling as they moaned together. Once she was fully seated on him, he held her waist while she adjusted, because no matter how many times they did this, he was always so big she needed a moment to get used to it. He still couldn't believe he pleased her so much, but she made sure he knew each and every time.
"Goddamn, you fill me up so good, Dem," she whined, beginning to rock her hips against his. It was slow and easy, gentle and loving. She held onto him tenderly, never changing her pace or raising her voice. "Fuck, I love it so much. I love you so much."
Her low, whispery tone was airy and free, but full of so much emotion. It was something so vulnerable, he hardly ever heard her use it. And he knew he couldn't match it, but he wished he could so she would know just how much she meant to him, too. He supposed that was what his actions were for.
He held her close, but not too tight, as he kept his hands on her back and they made love with their chests pressed together - their beating hearts mere inches apart from each other.
Their lips met again in short, searing kisses. He pulled back first and whispered, "I love you," then kissed her again. Then she smiled in it and it broke, where she took the opportunity to say it back. And that was how they sat there, moaning into each other's mouths while passing small, meaningful I love you's to each other.
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These two just can't keep their hands off of each other 🙈
