Pedri - Our Secret

Part 8

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He was kissing her. Kissing her in places that Marcella didn't know that she wanted to be kissed. And she made sounds. Sounds that Marcella had no idea a human could make.

"Is this okay?"

He was so cautious, always checking on her.

"Marcella, you have to tell me if...."

"It's okay Pedri I....." His body thrusted against her, pressing her hard against the matress. "Fuck." She sighed, her head falling hopelessly against the pillows. He did it again and again....again. Thrust upon thrust. Pedri lowered his head to the crook of her neck, whispering against her skin. "You feel so good Marcella, so tight." There was some discomfort, that Marcella would admit. But compared to the sensation growing from below her waist, the discomfort was worth it.

"Pedri, I'm gonna..."

"Me too." He groaned, giving her his final strokes. It was followed by shivers, plenty of shivers, as Marcella moaned against his mouth, her nails clawing down Pedri's naked back. Then they fell silent.

They were laying still on Marcella's bed that faced the only window in her bedroom. The sun was going down, almost night. Her parents would be home soon.

"I should have lasted longer." He muttered.

She turned to him, frowning. "It was perfect."

His reaction was of expected, not content with his performance, however his cheeks grew red as Marcella's hand slipped beneath the bed covers, discovering the parts of him that were still agile to be inside her.

"I wanna go again." She squealed, eager, like a child.

He stretched out to trace his knuckles along her jaw line. "Maybe later, you might be sore."

Marcella scuffed. "You don't think I can take another round?"

"Oh, I bet you could." He chuckled. "I on the other hand...."

She krept closer, resting her head against his chest. She heard it, Pedri's heart. It was still beating fast.

"Marcella, We're home!"

"Mierda." She hissed.

"Puta."

"Mierda."

"Joder."

All curse words that existed in the Spanish dictionary. Anything to describe her sudden distress.

"Is that your dad?" Pedri sat up in bed.

"And mom. Get dressed!"

Marcella was already on her feet. Ignoring the fact that she was butt naked, bending over in front of a boy. She wss putting on her socks, Pedri had her doing more than that a few minutes ago.

"Toss me my t-shirt." He hissed.

She did so fast, and once the two got dressed they gathered Pedri's books and headed downstairs. Weather she was ready for it or not, he was going to meet her parents.

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"You're doing it wrong!"

"No you're doing it wrong."

Everything in her life was perfect. Marcella had good grades and a boyfriend that her parents now approved of. Surely Pedri's meeting had been a little rushed, not to mention suspicious to her parents, who's eyes widened at Marcella descending downstairs with a boy at her heels. Her mother was just about to lecture her when her dad surprisingly came to the rescue. He recognized Pedri as the son of an old friend and once football was brought up Marcella's dad was sold and Pedri basically became family.

"You don't know anything about chemistry Marcella, give me the solvation solution before you hurt yourself."

"Wow, those are very big words Gavi, you sure you understand them?"

Yes. Ninety-nine procent of Marcella's life was perfect for the moment. The one procent that threatened her happiness was none other than Pablo Gavi, who just happened to be her boyfriends best friend.

"I hope Pedri isn't the one telling you how funny you are. Clearly he's lying to you."

The days chemistry class was spent in the lab, unfortunately Marcella had to pair up with Gavi as both of their lab partners were out sick that day. Their constant bickering brought distress to Señorita Dominguez lesson. "Out, both of you out!" She ordered, once a measuring cup was broken and Marcella and Gavi had none other to blame but each other.

"I don't even understand what he sees in you." Gavi muttered as the two of them were forced to leave the classroom. To Marcella his words were the last drop.

"Take that back Gavi or I'm telling Pedri."

"Tell him what?" He laughed. "You're clearly insane. Pedri seems to be the only person who hasn't noticed yet."

"You don't mean that, take it back Gavi or else."

"Oh, I mean it."

They were alone in the hallway, every other student were confined in their respective classrooms. Gavi's petty attitude towards had never truly been able to face Marcella, but today....tody his words hurt.

"I'm telling Pedri." She mumbled, her voice deceased.

"And who would he choose?" He challenged "You or me?"

It was a good question. A question Marcella feared to ask herself or Pedri. "I hate you." She squealed and ran off in the other direction, wiping the tears that were falling down her face.

"Well, same to you!"

Although she was long gone. Gavi lingered for a moment, a sense that perhaps he took it too far this time.

"Did you get it?"

But then Rosie emerged from around the corner, as expected.

"Yeah, here take it." Gavi handed her Marcella's phone. They had been too busy arguing that she hadn't noticed him switching their phonecases.

"What are you gonna do with it?" He asked. Rosie looked more than happy to have gotten her hands on Marcella's phone. It had been an odd request Gavi admits. However, she had made it between leaving hickies down his neck during a basment party last weekend.

"You'll see." She smiled. "I know she's got dirt, everyone's got dirt. Now Pedri will see that little miss Marcella isn't as perfect as she pretends to be."