Pedri - Our Secret

Part 7

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"Pedri." Marcella giggled. "I have to rehearse."

"Five more minutes."

The sound of smacking lips echoed throughout the abandoned classroom. Pedri was on top of Marcella, pinning her down against the sofa as he traced hot kisses down her neck.

"Pedri." She sighed. "We're gonna get caught."

"No ones coming." He grunted. "Do you want me to put it in?"

Marcella had her thighs wrapped around his waist, putting pressure in the right places. Pedri could feel his erection growing stiff beneath him.

"Put what, in where?" Marcella's face was flushed by the heat generated between them. She looked beautiful, Pedri thought. She looked sexy.

"Don't make me spell it out for you." He chuckled. "My dick, Marcella. Can I put it in, I brought condoms."

"Oh."

Her shoulders fell, along with her hands that had been cupping each side of his face. "Only, if you want to, of course. " He was quick to ad. However Marcella squirmed beaneath him, wanting space to sit up. Pedri backed off, giving her the space.

"I...." She stood, smoothening out her skirt that had crawled up her thighs. "I should rehearse. Señor Garcia won't be happy if I don't know my part."

"Marcella?" Pedri watched her make way towards the piano, he sat back on the sofa. "You know that you can tell me."

She looked up from her hands, hands that were pressing down on a soft chord. "Tell you what?"

"If you've never....you know?"

"Yes?"

Pedri sighed, she was gonna make him spell it out for her. "Tell me that you're a virgin."

Marcella cringed and rightfully so. "Why do you make it sound serious, like a disease or something?"

Pedri stood and made his way over to the piano. Marcella made room for him to sit next to her. "It's not a disease." He said, playfully nudging her side. "And it's not a big deal. But it's good if you're honest with me. That way I can make sure that your first time is special."

She cringed again.

Pedri laughed. "I should let you rehearse."

"Please "

He laughed again. It was nice, laughing with Marcella. They had been inseparable since the party. Now that Marcella knew his secret he didn't have to hide anymore. With her he was sincere, the real version of himself.

"I liked your song." She said and began playing a cheerful melody on the piano.

"You mean our song?"

"No." She chuckled. "The other one, the one you wrote me."

Yes, Pedri wrote Marcella a song. He had been feeling amazing for the past few weeks, a newfound energy. Mainly thanks to Marcella, who had no problem storing his insulin needles in her locker, this way making sure that Pedri recived the right amount each day.

Apperently Marcella's late cousin had also struggled with diabetes. She had learned alot about the disease when her cousin used to live with Marcella and her family. Unfortunately her cousin also stuggled with alchol abuse and passed away after falling into a hyperosmolar coma two years ago. Her family still kept a few of her cousins insulin pens a the house. It's what saved Pedri's life that night of the party. Marcella recognized the symptoms of Pedri's hypoglycemic seizure and knew exactly what to do.