Koda's Thoughts
My walk was altered.
My senses were altered.
My life was
A big fucking crock of shit that I didn't know whether to crawl out of or swim around in.
First, I get my ass beaten by Andrew.
Then, I get in trouble with my parents over a fucking hickey.
Next, I hear about my only biological sister dying in a car crash and also that she's been living not very far from where I live now.
I get cussed the hell out by a crack-whore at Brook's funeral and blamed for my biological mother's suicide when I was eight.
And of course,
I FUCK my boyfriend's best friend.
And to top that shit off with a rotten cherry, I get kicked off my dance team by the stand-in head coach because of my stitches.
"Those stitches will damage us when we try out for Hoodie Allen's up and coming dance crew for tours." She said.
Thanks a damn lot. My favorite rap artist besides B.O.B, and I don't even get to meet him. Bullshitting fantastic.
I'm raving pissed when I go into the house that afternoon. The only good part about today was being out with Brad to get a tag for The Mustang and getting her emissions done by Brad's colleague Jayse at the mechanic's shop next to the body-shop. I got to fool around and finish cleaning and prepping an Audi for pick-up by it's owners while they fetched The Mustang since Brad came and got me this morning.
Other than that, I'm still screwed. I've lied to Zach about the stairs and me falling down them. I've not slept in his bed with him for the past two days since it happened. And Jesse....... I believe we both know it's gotta come out sooner or later to Zach. It's eating me furious to not have him know about this big ass secret. I've NEVER been a cheater, never wanted someone to cheat on me, but I guess I was wrong. HORRIBLY WRONG. I'm to the point now that the coward's way out is actually simpler than living through this hell that only I completely suffer through.
"Fuck." I whispered as I knotted my hands above my head and walked in circles in the living room.
"Fuck." I remember Jesse saying two days ago as he raced to reach his high with me. "Oh, damn Babygirl!" he said as I jolted against him, riding up my orgasm.
I shook my mind clear. You don't want this. My mind repeated to itself. You don't want to do it again.
I was walking when I stepped all over something squishy and round that buckled my knee and made me nearly fall. I groaned, picked it up, and yelled as I tossed the squishy ball down the back hall to Jeremy's room.
"Fuck! FUCK!" I whined. I felt like a severely hormonal version of myself. Awful. Gross. "Dammit, Jesse!"
"You rang?" I jumped and was face-to-face with the charismatic singer. Not like it's the first time.
"Is it bad that I want you again?" I said. Well, the words tumbled from my brain to my mouth, filterless. I stood aside myself in my mind; shocked and dismayed by what I just let out.
"I-I'm sorry, I just let it roll off my tongue. I-"
"No," Jesse grabbed my face, being tender against the snakes. "But I do know what you can let roll all over that tongue."
I leaped on the inside.
"Drop." he commanded. I did as told and stared up at him from in front of his package. "Undo my jeans." Jesse said again, watching me as I flipped the belt undone and yanked his black and white skinny jeans down. His bulge had no way to be hidden.
"What to do now Jesse?" I said his name slow, purposefully as a tease as I looped my fingers around his v-line in his boxers.
"Suck me Babygirl."
My inner Submissive screamed like a cheerleader at me. I grinned as I pulled down his boxers and was staring at his rock hard pipe. I began licking the tip, feeling the tension in his body stiffen and the sucking of air past his teeth.
"Don't tease me Babygirl. We only have some time before they get back from the store."
"How far away is that?" I hummed against him as I licked both sides and massaged his balls.
"Ugggggg," he groaned. "Twenty minutes with traffic. Maybe thirty to shop. They left about that time ago. It's only a matter of time," he growled. "Get your mouth around my dick please."
I nodded and plunged him in. His tension rose as he moaned and hissed at me. My head bobbed smoothly, something I've never felt before. Not even with Zach yet. That was next on our list to try.
"Babygirl." he sounded out the nickname sweetly as he pressed my head further on. My gag reflex was something hard to get a response from; whatever it was that was in my mouth had to go pretty far back to even get a dry heave. But we weren't even all the way in before I was clambering over it. Jesse was laughing at me, rioting my body.
"You've never done it before, but damn if you're so-" he bucked. "good at it. Holy hell."
I smiled against him and began humming a tune I knew he'd catch onto sooner or later.
"Oh, how appropriate Doll. Flawless is our theme song." he chuckled and bucked again, only harder and harder. "Alright, I'm gonna cum in seconds, just hold on tight."
I was pressed all the way up until my lips were meshing with his base and i was struggling to keep my dry-heaves away. He moaned, long and loud as I was calmed by the rush of his orgasm down my throat. I relaxed and went limp around his legs, crumpling against him.
"Ahh," he sighed, pulling out of my mouth, a trail of spit hitting back on my bottom lip. "Man,"
There was a slamming car door outside. Then two more and finally another and a trunk.
"Fuck, they're here." Jesse said, scrambling for his pants and boxers.
"No shit Sherlock, nice assumption." I sprawled my way up to meet his face. He looked at me, wiped the spit line away, and kissed me.
"Thanks. You'll get yours later."
"Okay."
He flopped on the couch and buzzed around on his phone as I ran to the washing machine and knocked a pile of towels down.
"Oh damn." I said just as that front door opened.
"What?" Zach asked.
"I dropped these towels." I said, picking them up. He sat down his bags and came over to me, kissing my lips. He then took a step back and smacked his lips.
"Did you eat something here recently?" he asked.
"No, not since lunch hours ago." I answered. Jesse was turned around on the couch, looking our way.
"Well," he tasted his lips again. "it's weird, but I kind of like it."
I turned to prevent him seeing my reddening face. I heard Jesse snicker on the couch. I smiled then got this pit in my stomach. What I was doing was wrong. What we started was wrong.
What we were doing was each other and it wasn't right.
