Payton, a 19 year old college girl, had to pretty much grow up on her own. With her promiscuous mom, coming and going and a missing father, the only people she had to lean on was her Godfather and her two best friends. Second year in at School of Art Institute of Chicago, Payton meets Harry; a mysterious, quite, attractive young man with a dark aura. Payton is right away captivated by him and makes it her goal to find out who he is. She is warned by others to stay away from Harry and is even warned by Harry himself, but she keeps on pushing her way through his walls. As she becomes more and more involved, things go bad and Payton finds herself trapped. Can she forgive all of his mistakes? *** Harry's eyes furrowed in carnal concentration, as he slowly rubbed his tip against my bundle of nerves. "Harry, please," I nearly cried, I was completely consumed with his every movement, unable to move or think anything else but Harry. "I'm sorry angel," He groaned into my ear, nibbling on my lobe before bringing his length all the way down to where I want him. I breathed out a shaky breath as Harry inserted just the head of his penis into me. Every muscle in me tightened in eagerness, "God baby you're so tight and wet for me." Harry pushed in more, just to enter an inch further before withdrawing completely and going back to my cli.t. I wound my hands in my hair in frustration and pouted. Harry laughed at my exasperated state. "I told you I wanted desert." *** "I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." ~Edgar Allan Poe ***Will include material that may be sensitive to some, including: sexuality, violence, and language. Everything is not what you expect it to be!

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"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?