Chapter 86

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EZRA

"Rachel, come on. You have been in there forever," I complain as well bang on the door. I swear if she doesn't get out in thirty minutes, I'm going to either piss myself or do it in the fake plant by the corner. Screw waiting, I check both doors if they are closed. They are, I close the curtains because the last thing Oregon needs is a view of my dick; sliding down my pants and boxers and starting pissing. Seconds later, after doing some business I felt fingertips sliding down my V-line slowly but steadily, "What are you doing?" I say in a breathy tone.

"Shh," she whispers in my ear while kissing my neck as one of her hands begins to get lower as my senses are kicking in. I pick her up, throw her on the bed and lean over, "Do you really want to start something, little missy?" I ask, she doesn't reply as she's only wearing one of my white t-shirts that barely reaches her thighs; my hand reaches to the top of her underwear. Unexpectedly it's not her original and simple underwear, by feeling the fabric between my fingers, it's something special.

I lift up the shirt, and I'm almost choked up from her pussy in front and center and waiting for me to do whatever I choose and please do it, "You are going to the death of me, you hear me?" I tell her, she tries to hide her smile, "You are hiding your smile isn't helping you darling," I shift myself between her legs, lean down and level my mouth to her opening, "Now, stay still" I demand.

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An hour or two hours later we finally got ready for our first date when we already had one but that date doesn't count. Well at least not to me because it was just me begging forgiveness and being a coward to confess my feelings to Rachel. This time is different, completely and luckily Rachel knows the plans from discussing what to do last night when we weren't stuffing our mouths with cheap pizza at two in the morning, "Ready? And before I forget to ask, what's your shoe size?".

"Seven and a half but it depends on the shoe type," she replies as tying her shoes and I laugh a little, "Damn you have tiny feet," and she rolls her eyes.

"Do you like rolling your eyes at me?" I knowledge her and of course all she does agai is roll those brown eyes, I lift her chin up to look at me, "I would very careful for my next movement or choice of words if I were you," as soon I told her, her eyes wide up, pretend to zip up her lips and give me the invisible key, "Good girl," I put the key in my back pocket, "What if I was a bad one?".

All of a sudden I can feel my heart stopping as I hear such unexpect words coming out of a girl like Rachel so I pretend I didn't hear her because I wanna hear it again. Loud and clear, "What did you say?" I slowly turn around, bend down to her level as soon as she leans towards me, "I said, what if I was a bad one. A bad girl, would you do some—". My senses take control of me before she even finishes a sentence.

A while later, we were in the car on the way to the roller rink; the last time I was here waas when my family were on good terms... kinda. It was a week before my fourteen birthday, it was the only day that my dad wasn't drinking twenty-four-seven and the last time we were a family was with Skylar. I haven't been here since she passed away.

"Ezra?"

I look at Rachel, "Yeah?" she smiles a little, "Are you okay? You seem distracted and seem like you don't wanna go to the rink, don't you?" she asks, puts her phone in her purse, I sign, "It's nothing. It's just I had not so good memories here," I tell her when trying to not think about the times before my world turned upside down, "What do you mean?" she wonders, I pull over to a parking lot that's filled up to the last space miles away, "The last time I was here was with my family and let's say it didn't end up so good," I give her half of information and she gives me a confused look before noticing what I'm talking about, "Oh, sorry. You know, let's go somewhere else," Rachel suggests and puts her seatbelt back on, "What are you doing?" I ask as I am still holding the steering wheel.

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