Good Girl

Chapter One

ERICAS POV

Bent over on my hands and knees, Lucas grabs my shoulders with his rough hands. He uses them as handles as he pounds me harder and faster. He breathes more and more heavily until he reaches his climax. We both fall onto the bed, Lucas to the right of me and slightly gasping for air. It wasn't one of our best times, but it was still good. I look over to the sweet boy I was dating, sweat dripping down his face from his forehead. He rests his right arm on his hairline, the other on his chest. "That was fucking awesome." He states in the happiest tone after he catches his breath a bit. A smile forms on my face, loving that I could help make him feel that good.

"You're welcome," I say to him cheekily. He smiles and reaches his lips over to peck me on the mouth. He sits up after and heads to his bathroom connected to his bedroom to take care of the protection we were using. "Can you get me some water?" I ask him while he was in there. The air was super warm, and my mouth was dry from the fun we had.

"Sure thing." He responds quietly. His parents sleep on the other side of the house, so they never heard anything we did. At least they haven't heard us yet. I lean over to the nightstand to grab my cell phone and check the time. It was, after all, a school night. Lucas pops his head around the bathroom doorway. "Want to take a shower?" he asks with an exciting look and a smile across his face. Even with the dimmer lighting, I could still see the dimples on his cheeks. He is so cute. His dirty blonde hair is a mess on top of his head, and he could defiantly use a shower right now. I hop off the bed and walk over to him. The coolness of the carpet felt nice on my bare feet. 

"As fun as that would be, it's already two in the morning. I got to get some sleep for school tomorrow." By the time I finished speaking, I was hugging his naked body with mine. I look up into his gorgeous blue eyes, and he leans down and kisses the tip of my nose with a peck. Giving small kisses like that was his thing, and I adored the hell out of it.

"You can always stay here you know?" He reminds me in a sing-song voice, saying this almost every time I sneak over to his place. I roll my eyes a little, but in a cute way.

"It's never going to happen." I sing-song back to him. I walk over to the bed and grab my clothes from the floor. They were easy to find, always in the same spot every time we had sex. We never had a heated enough session that we felt the need to rip each other's clothes off and throw them across the room. It was always the same: simple, cute, maybe a little passionate. Not bad by any means, and definitely better than the one other person I've slept with. 

"But I am gonna keep asking, because one day you will give in and stay in my bed with me all night." He states to me, disappearing into the bathroom again. I hear the shower turn on. I sit on the bed and begin to put my panties and black jeans on.

"You gonna walk me home?" I ask, concerned because he just started the water. He usually always walks me home, just to make sure I am safe. Not that we lived in a bad neighborhood, but it was on the higher end, so if anyone was to get robbed, it would be this part of town.

"Yeah let me finish my shower and than I will." He calls out. "I'll only be like 15 minutes, this water feels so good babe you should join." By this time I was already dressed, and slightly annoyed because I needed to head home now. I walk into the bathroom so I didn't have to yell for him to hear me.

"I'd be home in less than ten minuets, babe. I can just walk home myself this time. I've done it once or twice before." He opens the shower curtain to look at me, and I get a view of his toned arms, and chest, which slightly turn me on again.

"Are you sure?" He looks genuinely concerned about me. He has always been a gentleman about my safety before now. I shook my head and smiled.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Night babe." I walked over and gave him a peck on the lips, which were now wet from the shower.

"Let me know when you get home!" He says to me.

"I will." I grab my phone and bag and open the window. Lucas's room was on the second story, which was obnoxious at first, but I had gotten very good at climbing up and down the drain pipe. I was down on the ground in no time and ready to head home. I was wearing black high top converse, my dark blue skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I didn't want to stand out with bright colors in the middle of the night.

As I turn to walk over to the sidewalk I see a familiar, yet unfamiliar face, and he was staring right back at me. Which made sense, I could for sure be seen climbing in at out through the window because of the street light. The boy was that loner I see at my school. I didn't know what his name was, all I could recall was he rode a bullet bike, and always wore black. He also never put any effort in school, which personally made no sense to my straight A mind. Currently he was wearing what he normally would, including a black hoodie. His hair was black, past his ears, and curved up on the ends. I've never been close enough to see his eyes. He was a very intimidating looking person, so no one ever really talked to him, or hung around him. I currently didn't know if I should be scared or not. I was worried that he just caught me sneaking out of a house though. "Uhm, hi?" I said, kind of waving at him. He had paused and was looking at me, which left me feeling kind of unnerved. 

"Hi." He said back. I noticed we were about to end up walking in the same direction on the street. "Walking home?" He asked me.

I nod. "Yeah. Lucas usually walks me, but he's busy tonight." I say, gesturing to the house I just left. I then realized I shouldn't have told him who's home I was at, but the words spilled out of my mouth before I could process what I was about to say. Feeling weak-minded, I turn away and look towards the ground.

"I can walk you." He said. His voice was a deeper tone, and in a normal situation would sound attractive to me. I glanced up at him. I couldn't tell if him saying that was a question or a demand. Either way, I wasn't going to question it. He was tall like Lucas, maybe even an inch or two taller. It was dark out, so I couldn't see much of his face since he put his hood up. 

"Okay. Don't you have your bike though?" I asked him. Where was he walking from? I know he didn't live in this neighborhood. Why was he around here? I started to get butterflies in my stomach, feeling super nervous. He didn't answer me, and we just continued walking. I was glad my house wasn't too far away otherwise, this seven-minute walk would have seemed even longer than it already was. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, studying him as we continued down the pavement. He kept his hands in his hoodie pockets and his eyes straight in front of him. He walked smoothly like he was gliding or floating. I peer up at him a little, and he immediately looked at me. I snapped my head forward, not wanting to make eye contact with the stranger. I got weird butterflies when he made eye contact with me and made me feel different. I just then realized how dry my mouth still was. Lucas hadn't given me that glass of water I asked for earlier. I cleared my throat a little bit, hoping my mouth would moisten up sooner than before reaching home. It would not be good to have a dry throat and need to scream.

"Here." He said, pulling a water bottle out of his hoodie pocket and handing it to me. I glanced at him. "It's new." He answered the question my face apparently asked him, even though he never once looked at me. I take it, open it and chug part of it, my throat immediately feeling better. I put the cap back on and hand it over to him. "Keep it." He still didn't look at me. Did I look horrible right now? I do probably have sex hair.

Finally, we made it to my house, and I stopped before my fence line. I had to sneak around to the back of the house where my room was. "This is my place," I said. He glanced up, nodded to me, and then turned to walk away. "Wait!" I call out to him, as quietly as I can, in hopes that my parents wouldn't wake up. He stops and turns halfway around, so he wasn't completely facing me. Kind of like a glance over your shoulder stance. "You're not gonna tell anyone you saw me tonight, right?"

I didn't want him to be the reason I got caught sneaking out. I didn't know him, therefore couldn't trust him. But I didn't even know his name, so maybe he didn't know mine either? I couldn't be one hundred percent sure of anything, but if I had to try and be sure of one thing, it would be that he wasn't going to tell anyone. I stared at him, waiting for an answer. He smirked a little, and then turned and walked away. I was baffled and scared because he didn't give me an answer. What in the hell was the smirk for? I will have to find him tomorrow at school and ask him again. Hopefully, he won't tell anyone in the meantime.