My Internet Love.

Chapter 1.

Well, this is my second FanFiction, You can go check out my other one. Just go to my profile and its called "Trust me" Thanks love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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How could a stupid chat site change your future, and everything? But how did I put myself into this life, Why would I keep trying? Well, this is my story. Lets start from the beginning, I promise that I will put every detail that I can.

"Oo This guy is eighteen!'' My eyes roamed where ever but the screen. 

"What else has he said?'' My anxiety was growing strong.

"Well he asked what sex we were and if we had phones." My eyes shot over to Stiles. He narrowed them and typed some more. 

"Did you give him our numbers?'' He shook his head yes.

"Oh my! He could be an old pervert!" My fist made contact with his left shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at me. A playful, hot smirk crept up to his lips. Stiles always had this effect on me, When we were little......

*Flashback*

"Hey! Jess can I asked you something?'' Fifteen year old Stiles approached me. 

"Yes! Why couldn't you?'' 

"Do you like me?'' He pressed me against a wall. His lips made full contact with my cheek. 

"Do I make you feel good?'' His voice was so seductive. 

"Do you want me?'' Stiles and I had shared a passionate kiss. 

*End Of Flashback*

"I'm almost postive that he isn't." He looked into my eyes. We were both still wearing our day clothes, having no intentions to change. 

"Alright whatever." I let out a long sigh. Then my phone buzzed, hiding in my covers somewhere. When I found the white Iphone I unlocked my phone and revealed the number. It wasn't a phone number, probably an Ipod number. 

"Is this Jessica?'' The text read.

"Yes, and who is this?" Stiles phone also rang when I had sent the message. My fingers were starting to shake. My hands took the laptop from his, the chat box was still open. He was typing a message. I had hit escape quickly, without thought about what he was going to say. I slammed the laptop shut and placed it on the plush carpet floor.  It kept buzzing three times. 

"It's the guy from Omegle." My heart jumped after I finshed reading the message. It was really him, and I had my fingers crossed that it was an old perv. 

"...." Was all I sent him. I didn't really know what else to say. The other messages were from Vanessa and Derek. They both were just telling me good night. 

"Are you going to change?'' Stiles was already up and taking his shirt off to reveal a tan toned chest. He was pulling down his jean shorts, he was almost naked standing in my room. I walked behind him and pulled out the top drawer, the first thing I pulled out was good enough. My hands fumbled with the tight t-shirt I was wearing. Strong hands wrapped around my waist and his front side was pressed to my back. I gasped at the feeling. 

"Let me help you with that." He pulled the t-shirt over my head. His fingers were trailing over my stomach. He turned me around so I was facing him. His brown eyes were staring into my blue ones. His gaze adverted to my lips, he wettened them making me wetten myself somewhere else. I was so lost in the moment, I let him throw me on the bed. His legs were craddling me, and he never took his eyes away from mine. Our lips crashed together, sparks shot through my spine. My eyes fluttered close, letting him carass my stomach. His teeth undid my button and flew them somewhere in the room. His tounge was sliding over my body, to my black lace underwear. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders making me lift my hips. I sighed, just a little from the feeling. Stiles tounge licked my inner thighs, making me more wet than I already was. His breath was tickling me, just wating for it to happen. But my legs dropped and Stiles crept up my body. His hands were reaching for my clasp on my bra when he was tugging slightly he looked down at me, He nodded for my permisson. My breast came out, They weren't huge by they aren't small, just medium. Stiles grabbed them and licking my nipple, becoming hard. He came back up to my mouth and kissed me. His tounge roamed around my mouth, lust and other things we shared in that kiss was hard to explain. I arched my back pressing my breast to his bare stomach. Stiles let out a small throaty groan.