love replaces scars [c.d.] - discontinued

n i n e

alisa finnie's point of view

I groggily slid on top of him as a result of more than enough shots of Smirnoff.  I proceeded to slip my tongue inside of his mouth.  To my surprise, he returned the action while flipping us over so he was on top. 

I moaned in pleasure as his lips made their way down to my neck, leaving little hickeys all over. 

"Say my name." He demanded.  I ignored him, as I was too busy concentrating on where his soft lips were going.  "Say it!" He commented once more, lifting his head up from my body. 

"O-Oscar!" I managed to stutter out, followed by multiple moans.  He pulled the white tank top off of his body.  Continuing, his hands trailed my body and made their way to my bra.  He carefully undid the clasp, throwing the undergarment across the room. 

Oscar continued to leave a trail of besitos down to my waist.  His hands grazed the hem of my underwear and slowly slipped them down, following my bra. 

He placed his head onto my body's most sensitive part and began to work his magic.  My head flew back and moans escaped my mouth.  Delight filled my body as Oscar's hands spread my legs further apart.  I grasped the sheets underneath us as a sign of contentment. 

I climaxed twice before the man finally lifted his head.  He pulled out a condom from the front pocket of his long shorts. 

"Are you sure you want this?"  He asked, wanting a sign of consent before continuing.  I nodded back and anxiously waited for Oscar to tear the gold foil package and roll it over himself.

I bit my lip as hard as I could, trying to not seem desperate.  When he finally finished, Spooky placed himself between my legs and slid himself inside of me.  I let go of my lip and groaned. 

"Faster."  I said, not caring of how I sounded anymore.  He met demands as h-

"Alisa Finnie!" A voice shouts at me, my head rising from the desk.  "Are you paying attention now?" The voice continues as I look around to verify where I am. 

"Uh, yes.  Sorry, sir, I must have dozed off for a second." I reply, my face rising with red pigment from embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Cesar's whisper calls from behind me. 

"I'm fine." I turn around and face the younger Santo.

"You don't look like it.  You're sweating." He points out, wiping my head and showing me. 

"Just didn't get enough sleep last night." I state, keeping my lies to a minimum.  I face the front of the class once again and continue to listen to the teacher's lecture. 

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It's after school and I make my way to Ruby's house.  A familiar red car catches my eye, slowly cruising next to me on the street.

"Sup' Alisa." The same man from last night shouts out from the rolled down window.  "You need a ride somewhere?"

"I'm fine, Oscar." I speed up my steps.

"Aye, in the streets it's Spooky.  But in the sheets, you can call me whatever you want."  He chuckles lightly. 

"Don't catch a case, 'Spooky'.  I'm still four years younger than you and I'm pretty sure that's still illegal."  (She's fifteen and Oscar is nineteen)

"Not if no one knows." He smirks, then stops his car suddenly.  "Just get in." He says, reaching over and opens the passenger door. 

I sigh and give in, making my way to his car.  As I get comfortable in the passenger seat, I close the door.

"Where you headed?" He asks before continuing the drive.

"Ruby's." I state.

"Ain't that the fool you broke up with last night?  Why you going over there?"

"The group's going over there to talk about the first day of school." I reply.  "And ways for Cesar to get out of your stupid little gang." I mumble the last part.

I'm guessing Spooky didn't hear what I said since he made no comment after that.  He took one final turn before parking in front of the Martinezes house. 

"Thank you.  I'll see you later, I guess." I stumble out of the car, shutting it, and watch as the man drives away. 

I walk inside and greet everyone, taking a seat on the couch beside Jamal. 

"So where's Cesar?" I question in no one in particular.

"You're late." Ruby ignores me, handing over a paper with the word "Agenda" on the top.

"Where's Cesar?" I repeat once more, crumpling the paper and throwing it behind me. 

"We didn't invite him.  Before we get him involved, we need multiple plans of action to make sure we get this right." Ruby says. 

"So, what do you have so far?"

"Nothing." Monse answers.

"Oh.  That's great, how're we going to get Cesar out of the Santos when we don't even have a plan to get him out?"

"Well, maybe we can talk about something else first." Jamal cuts in.  "Something like you and Ruby's break up." He pretends to cough out.

"Wait, you guys broke up?" Monse asks, seeming interested.

"Why do you care?  So you can take my leftovers, again?" I roll my eyes.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure you took hers first." Jamal blurts out.  We all glare at him, "Sorry, I was just following the storyline."

"Storyline or not, it's still not true." My sister adds. 

"Oh, that's not what I hear." I mutter, taking a look over at my sibling.

"What was that?" She squints her eyes, making sure she heard me correctly.

"That's.  Not.  What.  I.  Hear.  Maybe next time you go around sleeping with dogs, you can train them to keep their mouth shut." I start.  "No one likes a dog who repetitively barks the same shit."

"You guys can work on this plan together.  I'm going home to work on mine... alone.  Catch you all later.  Some sooner than others." Monse says, getting up from her seat.  She makes her way out the door, creating a loud slamming noise.