Broken

8-Avriel

"We're gonna get in trouble!" I whisper-yell at her, but she giggles gently.

"We're fine," she moves my hands to her hips. "Do you trust me?"

It's hard for me to say it, but I do. "Yes."

She smiles up at me, "I think I'm ready for my redo."

"What?"

"You know that conversation we had? About, well, making love? And you wanted to give me a do-over? Well I'm ready for it."

"Can we go home and do it?"

She nods once and we sneak back over the fence, following shadows back home.

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(Steamy time ;) so skip until I tell you it's okay, or just keep, you know, reading through the sexy scene. You do you man)

She was a goddess. I was ready.

I've been ready since the moment I met her.

She was gorgeous.

She backed against a wall, letting me pin her hands over her head, letting me kiss her body.

I began to pleasure her with my hand. She shuddered gently against the wall, and I moved my hand inside of her pants, rubbing her clitoris gently, causing her to moan, buck her hips on me, and beg for more.

I throw her onto our couch, crawling on top of her gently. She took my hands and slid them under her shirt, inviting me in. I knead her breasts in my hands, her back arching against me. I moved my hands and threw her shirt off, moving my lips down her chest to the mountains of her breasts. I leave small love-bites and continue down her stomach. I reach the of her pants. I unbutton her jeans and slide them gently down her legs. I kiss her thighs gently, starting low and moving up steadily. I make it to her panties and I slide them off gently as I had her pants. I begin to mouth her vagina, placing kisses and licks inside of her. I move to her clit, swirling my tongue around it, making her pulse, even inside my mouth.

She reaches her clitoral high, and I carry her to my bedroom. I begin undressing.

"Can I do that for you?" she asks sweetly.

"Of course, my dear," I smile at her, and she comes close. Her fingers run nimbly through the buttons of my shirt, and she slides it down my arms softly. She kneels down and unbuttons my pants slowly, taking them off.

She begins to rub me through my boxers, smiling up at me sweetly.

(4/20 words ooooooooo

Weeeeeeeeeeed

Sorry guys)

I'm quickly distracted from her giant eyes gazing up at me by the immense pleasure I feel in my area. I buck my hips at her, and she now pulls down my boxers.

Oh no.

She kisses my tip gently, and she strokes her mouth up my shaft. My hardness isn't concealed, so she pops off of me and backs against the wall.

The way I felt inside her was beyond what Tori had given me. She was actually clenching against me, milking me for more.

I enjoyed watching her breasts bounce as I pulsed in and out of her. She moaned, I ejaculated before being able to pull out, and it triggered orgasms for both of us.

I carried Kirstie to my bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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(Good now)

Waking up to someone as gorgeous was perfect. Her golden hair was sprawled in a golden halo around her face. She was absolutely flawless in every sense.

I placed a kiss on her forehead.

She stirred gently, but easily went back to her peaceful state.

I went into the bathroom, pulling on some dirty sweatpants. I ran a hand through my hair and went into the kitchen. I prepared a simple fruit salad.

Kirstie came out wearing sweatpants and a t shirt.

She still looked flawless.

"Last night," I smirked at her and she blushed, looking down at her toes.

"Yeah," she trailed off, smiling. This girl is intoxicating.

We are in silence, both of us too tired to form the words of a conversation.

It's okay, because our meal was rudely interrupted by my father pounding at my door.

"Avriel, why are you not dressed?"

"Father, it's 7:00. Work doesn't start until 8."

"So? It smells like sex in here."

I could feel Kirstin's eyeroll: it was that hard.

"You two have an event tonight."

"Tell them we went on a spontaneous vacation."

"What? So you two can have crazier monkey sex?"

"Basically. Maybe if mom didn't leave you because you were such a dick you would understand the appeal."

His eyes turned to fire. "Don't you ever speak of her!"

"Why? I only knew her for ten years and she was a better parent than you ever have been!"

"Why do you hate me?" he screamed right back.

"Do you remember the time you told Esther that she was fat and you would pay her to lose weight? Do you remember she almost died of malnourishment? Oh, how about the time you told me I'll never get a girlfriend if I kept singing because that was a 'gay' thing to do?"

"I was trying to help you!"

"Oh," I scoff, "that's rich. You've never cared about anyone but yourself. Why don't you shove another 100 dollar bill in another one of your fat rolls and see yourself out?"

He marched to the door, slammed it, and I heard him storm out of the street.

"You used to sing?" Kirstin piped up.

"Yeah, all the time."

"I love you," she barely whispered.

That's all I needed to hear.

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A/N

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