Just before we start, this is rated M. Please don't read if you have problems with sexual scenes because there will be a few.
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"Hunter," he panted as my hands dived into his boxers. "You make me feel so good."
His hands felt up my stomach, under my shirt, until they reached their targets. He found my boobs but discovered that they were enclosed by my bra. He kissed in a trail down to my chest, sending warm tingles down my spine. I ripped off my tie, unable to take the suspense any longer. He seemed to notice the urgency too and began to rip off my school shirt, causing buttons to pop off and clang against the mops and various other cleaning supplies in our school's janitor's closet.
"We could get in so much trouble if we were caught," he warned, undoing my bra and flinging it to the side.
"That's never stopped me before," I winked, unzipping his fly and pulling his school trousers to the ground.
He grasped my boobs firmly, massaging them. I closed my eyes, loving the immense pleasure that came from this. He then began to-
But that's why I'm here. Because we were caught. And expelled. I never did know that guy's name, but, hey, as if I'm going back to ask. It wasn't like that time was special. None of them are. I'd be lucky to know a quarter of the guy's names that I've banged in that closet.
For me, love and lust are polar opposites; one exists, one doesn't. Love is what adults made up because they need to know everything. They need to know why the Earth does what it does, they need to know why our body functions like it does, and -
most importantly - they need to know why they were put on this world. You're telling me there's an invisible man in the sky that decides whether we are good or bad people and punishes us accordingly after death? Why do people have such faith in this guy? Because they need to know everything. Love is just their stupid excuse to have some consolation in their petty lives. Adults think that as long as they have love, they'll be fine - because according to them, love is the main objective in life.
Don't get me wrong though, I don't have anything against love. Love is just the fairy tale I grew out of, like Santa or the Easter Bunny.
Some might call me a slut. I wouldn't. I just like sleeping around - that's all. I'm not hurting anyone. I don't understand why a guy can sleep with every chick in his school and then be commended for being a player but when a girl does the exact same thing, she's condemned as a slut. That's why I'm the player, not the slut.
As I rode into my new school on a black Harley Davidson, I saw a girl standing on the steps with long blonde hair, holding some paperwork and pamphlets.
"Oh no," I mumbled to myself as I saw the silver cross on a chain around her neck. "A Jesus freak."
There had been plenty of these at every one of my schools. They're the girls with a highly religious family, who follow the bible to a T. I don't mind what religion you are, Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist, that's fine. Follow your own beliefs and live your own life according to them, but when you start shoving them in my face and waving them around for all to see, expect shit to go down.
I parked the Harley in what I assumed to be the Principal's designated parking spot - according to the sign. I walked up the stairs as the girl smiled broadly at me.
"Hi, I'm Hillary," she did a little dance before thrusting the pamphlets at me. "Your timetable is-"
"I've been to seventeen different schools," I cut her off, grabbing what was in her hands. "I know the drill."
I began to walk into the school's main double doors when Hillary called out to me.
"Hey! Uh, you can't park your motorbike there," she said, obviously shaken by my attitude.
