Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
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Stella POV
After an extremely awkward rejection, Marcus left, walking back into the venue. I stayed outside, my gaze locking with Dimitri, who was leaning on his car with his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a gray shirt, long shorts, and red Jordan Ones. The atmosphere felt heavy as he stared at me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and curiosity about what he was about to say.
"Friends, huh?" he finally spoke.
"Well, somewhat," I replied cautiously.
Dimitri started to laugh really hard. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, perplexed.
"Because you're an idiot," he chuckled.
"I'm not," I retorted, punching him in the shoulder.
"You definitely are. How can you say that you're friends when he got you a thoughtful gift, he asked you to prom, and he just kissed you?" Dimitri teased, counting off on his fingers.
I gave him a blank stare. "Can we just go home?"
"Oh, we're not going home," Dimitri said, opening the door to the passenger seat and retrieving perfectly folded clothes. He then handed them to me, and I looked up at him, questioning stare.
He just smiled. We got into the car, and he drove as I changed into the clothes he had picked out. It was a dark blue skirt that I didn't remember having in my wardrobe, along with a dark gray essentials sweater that carried the scent of his expensive cologne. I noticed its size; it's definitely his. Glancing back at him, I found his gaze fixed on me. I gave him a straight face.
"If you're going to stare, at least be discreet about it, perv."
"No, it ruins all the fun," he said, shrugging. I shook my head, then attempted to put my head through the hole in the sweater, my hair making it harder than it actually has to be. Finally, I get my head through the hole, taking my hair out from the hoodie.
He pulls into a parking lot. I grab the Air Forces he prepared for me, open the door, and sit in the car while hunched over, tying up my shoelaces.
Dimitri waited outside the car, engrossed in his phone, while I tied my shoes. Finishing with the first one, I sat up, grabbing the second, when I noticed a girl approaching Dimitri. Her friends stood at a distance.
I hunched back over, pretending to focus on my shoe, but I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"Hey, I saw you over here and was wondering if I could get your number," the girl asked Dimitri, a flirtatious smile on her face.
"Sorry, I don't give out my number," Dimitri responded firmly.
I closed the car door, making my way around the car to where Dimitri was standing with the girl. As we walked past her, I felt her gaze lingering on us. I couldn't deny a hint of self-consciousness; she was pretty, a brunette with striking features.
As we approached the store, Dimitri unexpectedly held my hand. I looked up at him, and he looked ahead as if nothing had happened.
"You cannot be serious, Twizzlers?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with them?"
"Everything. They taste horrible."
"They taste amazing. I don't know what you're talking about."
"No, these are amazing," I said, picking up a box of vanilla cream-filled Hello Panda cookies and Hershey's cookies and cream pretzels. Dimitri looked at my choices and then rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," he muttered.
I laughed, catching another glimpse of our clasped hands. My chest felt warm, and it was hard to stop myself from smiling.
"Why are we getting all this stuff anyway?" I asked, looking at the basket filled with candy and snacks.
"We're going to watch a movie."
"At the movie theater?"
"Nope," he said, popping the p at the end. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I guess I'm going to have to find out," I thought to myself begrudgingly.
It was so weird. The looks we got from people around us weren't of envy or disdain; instead, there were sweet smiles and warm faces. People actually thought that we were a couple, that we were dating. The weirdest part is that it felt so normal, and I didn't hate it. If anything, I really liked it.
After paying, we drove for some time, listening to "Can You Stand the Rain" by Boyz II Men, talking, and laughing. He then pulled up at a drive-in movie theater.
"Hopefully, the movie hasn't started," Dimitri said, pushing the button start key and turning off the engine.
"What are we watching?"
"You said you like old stuff, right?"
"Yes?" I said, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, we were watching the second James Bond movie," he said, looking over at me. I smiled.
"Ok then," I said, lowering my chair and grabbing one of my snacks in the plastic grocery bag. He did the same, lowering his chair, then grabbing a pack of his Twizzlers (Ew). We watched the movie for some time; the only sound in the car was the munching on snacks. I looked over at him.
"Dimitri," he looked over at me.
"Mmhm," he hummed."Kiss me?" I said more like a question than anything else. His eyes widened a bit, but after the initial shock, he didn't hesitate. It was so cliche. We made out in his car, but I wanted more than just kisses; I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
The kiss went deeper, and as it did, I unzipped his pants, finding his hard on under his boxers. I heard him grunt as I started to jerk him off. Our lips parted, and I saw the lust in his eyes as I continued. I dipped my head, sucking on the tip of his cock, while looking up at him. His breaths were shallow and short.
"Stella." He said my name like a warning, but I didn't listen. I swallowed it deeper, feeling his tip at the back of my throat as I coaxed him with my tongue to cum to down my throat. I could already feel his pre-cum dripping; it was only a matter of time. But I was surprised when he grabbed me by the neck, making me resurface. I gasped for air, and before he continued to kiss me,. I felt his other hand rub my bare ass under my skirt. He pulled my underwear out of the way as he dipped a finger inside of my wetness. My eyes almost rolled back all the way as his thick fingers started to pump inside me. He let go of the kiss.
"Be quiet; there are people around trying to watch the movie."
"Fuck, I'm trying." My voice coming out a lot needier than I thought it would. I started to throw my ass back on his fingers, wanting him to go deeper. The feeling of his veiny, calloused hand on my neck felt good, especially with the minimal pressure he put on it, as I moaned quietly. His fingers ran deep inside of me; it felt like electricity. I grabbed his shorts as he fingerfucked my wet pussy.
My moans were getting louder, so I dipped my head back, sucking him off again, and watched him bite the finger that belonged to the hand that was on my neck. Pretty soon I felt as though I was about to cum; he felt it too from how tight I became. I just wanted to hold out until he did as well. When I heard his breaths become faster, I knew he was about to burst his load inside my mouth, so at the same time we came, my orgasm ripped through me as I tried hard to be as quiet as possible. I was shaking, but I still swallowed it all, and Dimitri licked his lips after seeing me do that.
He then pulled me into his lap, his arms around me, gently stroking my thigh. I caught my breath, listening to the slowing beat of his heart. It felt so normal, like I was on a date with a boy.
Happiness is not something I often experience, and when I do, it doesn't last for long. I feel like I'm just waiting for this to be over, but I don't know if I can let it go like I did the rest. I don't know if I can let him go.
