The Other Girl

all we can do is wait

I got home and went straight to baby Markus's room. He was sound asleep and most probably dreaming about suckling some fresh milk or whatever babies dream about really.

All I wanted to do was wake him up to stare into his eyes. They were glossy and as perfect as Pascals. I was so in love with Pascal. All I wanted was him.

No one else.

And now, my future, if any waits in the hands of ms Munroe. And she seems incapable of making such a decision. I doubt that she will do what's right.

What's right is to have Pascal in my arms, to have his lips on mine, for me to embrace him and for him to be in awe for the rest of our days..why...because we are meant to be.

I hate waiting. I'm probably the most impatient person to live and I cannot fathom why ms Munroe told us all to not contact each other.

Lilly wasn't allowed to text me or Pascal and the same applied for me.

Sitting alone with my thoughts and in my adoptive brothers room really made me sick.

My stomach turned and my hormones were raging. My eyes filled with tears at the thought of Pascal loving someone else, my heart felt stiff every time it beat, like a stabbing pain in the chest.

I needed to see him.

Pascal had hockey practice this afternoon, so I went to school.

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Lucky number eight, Pascal and his team were doing drills , passing the balls and practicing short corners.

He looked so sexy as he ran, pulling his protective mask off and charging at the "opposition" , which was in fact his coach.

After sitting on the grand stand for about 15 minutes, Pascal saw me watching him and he waved. Every part of his body was perfect, from head, to toes, to hands and dick.

Pascal was indeed made for me.

And that is what I came here to tell him.

Practice ended and Pascal lazily walked on over to me.

"Hey babe, whatcha doin 'ere?"

He leans in and kisses me on my cheek, leaving a sweat mark.

"Pascal...I love you....and I think that we are meant to be. I mean, your hands fit in mine perfectly, your laugh gives me an ultimate high, your hugs make me feel safe and your kisses turn me on and make the butterflies in my stomach fly into overdrive."

"Lills, I've been waiting for you to say that forever now. I love you too"

As he said those four words, he lifted me up and wrapped me around his waist, although sweaty, I rest my head in the crest of his neck and just absorbed all the positive energy and love he was giving off.

I move my face to look into his eyes and all I can see is our future together, his eyes lust filled, this was the moment I had been waiting for.

Pascal said he wouldn't be long.

He'd gone to shower and said he'd drive me home.

So I sat outside the boys locker room patiently waiting for the man of my dreams to emerge, but after waiting almost an hour and watching all his team mates and coach leave, I became curious.

I walked into the change room and there he was, sitting on a bench waiting for me.

He planned it all.

"Drop your skirt"

I unbuttonednmy skirt and stood there in my shirt and panties.

"Come closer"

I walked closer and he locked eyes on my vagina.
I knew what was going to happen and I was thrilled.

He lifted me up , swirled me about and then gently lay me on my back on the benches.

His lips gently made contact with my inner thighs. I could feel his warm lips tracing the sensitive skin of my nether regions when suddenly he slips his middle finger up through my panties, he rubs over my moist clit and starts sucking my sensitive groin skin.

I moan for him to insert his fingers but he says I'll have to wait.

But what he doesn't know is that I've been waiting all day, for answers, for him.

I feel him introduce a second finger past my panties and then he takes them off.

His cold tongue now tracing my clit sends tingles down my spine.

"Ahhhhh" I let off a sigh of pleasure as he slips his middle finger within me.

He slowly wiggles it and then reverses out.

"Open your legs babe"

And so I do, opening them as wide as I could possible. I lay on the benches feeling his finger and then slowly another finger penetrate my tight skin.

"Faster, faster" I demand.

Pascal did so and I could feel myself starting to liquidize.

My juices were now starting to flow.
"Just what I've been waiting for" mutters Pascal.

His erect penis was slid into me without much wait on his behalf.

I didn't even see him unzip his pant.

There was something different to him being inside of me.
I felt more full.

I was getting a proper fuck today.

He thrust deep within me, hitting my g spot on every single, hard, penetrative push.

I could feel his tip tickling the inside of my belly button as people call it.

I could feel my wetness around his stiffness.

He pulls out.

"Baby, turn around, I wanna sex you from behind"

I get up and put my chest to the wall, I feel him separate my bum cheeks to get a clear view of my oozy loins and "ooooh gooooood Passssscaall" he slips inside again and I burst. My breathing deepens and so does he. He maneuvered himself in such a way that his throbbing man hood thrust me in all the right places and his rugged hand was cupping my clit area.