narrative
Caitlin pov
fuck. how is Kate so hot when she is playing basketball? I can't even handle this. I need practice to be over so make her so sore that she won't be able to walk tomorrow.
"Caitlin?" syd gets my attention.
"yeah?" I ask.
"I just wanted to let you know that im not going to tell anyone."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.
"you can deny it all you want," she pauses. "but I know it's true. im happy for you two."
"ok," I say.
"I can also see you eye fucking her right now," she whispers.
my eyes widen and my cheeks get hot. "w-what?" I ask.
"exactly," she smiles.
"all right girls!" Bluder yells. "bring it in!"
Bluder tells us what she always does.
"hawks on three, one, two, three, hawks!" we all yell.
"Martin," I whisper in Kate's ear in the locker room.
"Caitlin," she says back.
"you're coming back to my place," I tell her.
"and why must I do that?"
"you're hot as fucking shit and I want to fuck you so hard but I don't think it would be a good idea to do it here," I whisper.
her eyes widen. "let's go then," she sprints out of the room.
we make it back to my apartment and I unlock the door. before we're even inside, I grab her by the neck and start to kiss her. our lips move against each other and I kick the door closed.
I lead her into my room and throw her down onto the bed. she looks up at me with lust in her eyes.
"fuck," she smiles.
"what?" I ask.
"you're just the best," she tells me.
"are you a poet?" I laugh.
"huh?"
"you rhymed!" I say.
"yes," she tells me. "I've decided to quit basketball to write poetry."
we stare at each other before laughing.
I go back in and kiss her in a more pure way. less aggressive than before.
she grabs my hair and tugs.
"fuck," I gasp.
I pull her shirt over her head and pull down her shorts.
"off," she says.
"that's my line!" I yell.
"off."
I stand up and pull off my shirt and shorts and climb back on top of her.
I kiss down her body and pull down the elastic of her undies.
"wait," I say. "is this okay?"
"fuck me, yes," she gasps.
I pull her underwear all way down and stick a finger inside of her.
she arches her back and groans.
I bring my mouth to her clit and suck lightly.
"already?" she moans.
"trying to set a record, Martin."
she laughs but it is quickly turned into a loud moan when I add another finger.
I pump them in and out of her quickly and she grinds against them.
"CAITLIN?!" I hear someone yell from the front door.
I spring up and quickly put my clothes back on.
"who is here?" she asks.
"um-" I start. "I forgot that Connor was coming home this weekend."
"oh shit!" she laughs.
"I wish he wasn't," I say.
"me too," she says, getting up to put on her clothes.
I walk over to the door and open it.
"hi shnookmes!" he hugs me.
"hi, Connor," I try to smile.
"is someone here?" he asks.
"oh, yeah. just Kate," I say.
"oh!" he says. "just making sure that you don't have any other boys over!" he laughs.
boys.
"hey Connor?" I say.
"yes, shnookmes?" he responds, closing the door.
"I want to break up," I say.
"what?" he yells.
"this just isn't working," I say.
Kate is still in the other room.
"is there another guy?" he asks.
"no Connor!" I yell. "this just isn't working!"
"you can't break up with me!" he yells. "I forbid it!"
"what the fuck does that mean?" I laugh.
"it means that I've been patient with you. but if you end things, I won't be patient anymore. I've allowed you to not have sex with me. if you break up with me, it won't be a choice. I'll fuck you and you'll like it!" he says.
"Jesus Christ Connor!" I yell.
"nothing you say will stop me," he says. "nobody will believe you."
"fuck!" I yell, sitting down and putting my head in my hands.
"so what is it then?" he asks.
"what is what?" I ask.
"are you still breaking up with me?"
"um-" I think for a second. "no," I whisper.
