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Car rides are great, long, relaxed and stress free. Sitting in the back, laid down, listening to music. i always wonder if life can get any better! As a kid, i hated car rides. They felt way too long and my parents would probably get so annoyed at me for saying "are we there yet?" As a child i would need to be occupied; i can't stay still for a good two minutes without something to do. Sometimes car rides suck! If something dreadful happens, it leaves a mark on you forever, something that you will always remember. You will never forget. Trust me, i know that from personal experience.

"Miss Blair!" Colin calls out my name, diverting my attention to him from my train of thoughts. "We're here." He says, nodding his head to the building.

Does he expect me to get out by myself, who does he think i am? I am no peasant. "Open the door Colin, do i have to remind you of your job?" I roll my eyes and he does what i say.

"My apologies, Miss Blair." Colin tells me, with a regretful tone in his voice. He should be sorry, the old man has been working for us even before i was born and forgets one rule. I get out of the black sleek limousine as soon as he opens the door. I make sure to fix my skirt and blazer whilst waiting for Colin to get my Michael Kors handbag out. He hands me my bag and i wave him goodbye as i make my way inside Westbrook High also known as an human dungeon.

Within seconds of me entering, the hallways are filled with gross hormonal teenagers (me being one of them, just not gross.)

"Hey B!" I hear a whiny feminine voice shriek, its Dilara, unfortunately for me i suffered from hearing her voice since we were 12 years old.

"Gosh D, you need to figure out how to get rid of the high-pitched voice of yours." I moan, i can not live my life with having a squeaky voice like that in my ear 24/7. "Its making my ear drums ache."

She tucks her already thin lips inside her mouth, making it even more thin... this is her way to say "i'm sorry", obviously just with facial expressions. You tend to get that a lot from Dilara, mainly because she is shy, or in other words, a pussy.

"B, your never going quit complaining are you?" Cassie, my friend since birth, she's like my ride or die but i would never die for her... my life is too precious for her, says.

"Well, its not my fault that she's making my ear drums hurt is it?" I tell C, she always find a way for us to argue in the morning.

"It isn't her fault that she has a whiny and squeaky voice is it?" Cassie argues back, even though me and her have known each other longer she will always have D's back instead of mine. I just like to think as, Dilara being to weak to fight back.

"Ugh whatever." I roll my eyes, leading my two minions behind me to the school toilets. Very minging by the way. Its like the janitor doesn't even do their job properly. Maybe i should ask if Pam, our personal cleaner, if she knowns anyone unemployed who wants a job... I mean its worth a try, even though they get paid nothing more than ยฃ10 per hour which is so cheap but that's better than nothing.

I do a quick touch up; fixing my hair and reapplying a coat of lip gloss before making my way to my Maths class.

"Well, I'll see you girls later." I wave them both goodbye as they both go to their English class.. which is so unfair that they get to stay together in the same lesson.

Just as i am about make a sharp turn to the left to get in my class in time, i get dragged inside the janitors closet. I'm about to scream but a big, calloused hands covering my mouth stops me as well as the final bell, and i come eye to eye with the person who has officially made me late to science.

"Xavier?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrow together. "What the fuck are we doing in the janitors closet."

"Baby.. i think you already know." He whispers in my ears with his husky voice. I squeezed my together as he slides down my panties with his pinkie finger. I begin to gasps as he traces a single finger across the sweat that has accumulated between my thighs. "You have always been so wet for me, even now." With that, Xavier pushes two fingers into my wet flesh. I begin to whimpers and arch back against the door, and my body finally relaxes. However, i realised that i'm going to be late for class so i try to fight him even though i don't want to.

I begin attempting to reject him. "You're not going to be able to distract me withโ€”"

He takes his fingers away from me and re-inserts them, keeping the words from falling from my lips.

"I can, baby," says Xavier, whilst pressing his lips against my ear. "If I let go of your hands, would you stop fighting me?"

I nod, and as soon as he lets them go, I go on to his hair. My fingers burrow themselves in the tangle of his hair. Xavier moans at the tug and i hear the sound of him locking the door so no one can interrupt us. He begins to pant heavily which causes him to take his finger out. Desperately I grab his hand back and pushes it back between my thighs. "Touch me."

I'm swelling and waiting and fucking soaked, wanting and needing him inside of me. I needed this, I need him to divert my attention, to help me in escaping all of this insanity, even if only for a brief moment. He give me what i want, and in approval i bite my lower lip between my teeth and begin to mutter his name.

My hand slips beneath his jeans and i grab him. I can clearly tell my touches and squeezes aren't helping him because he is too hard. He holds me by my hips, and carries my to the desk which held all the cleaning supplies. With a swerve of one arm all the supplies are on the floor and he sits on the table with me on his lap.

He begins to place his mouth on my neck curve. My body startles once more, but from pleasure. Even though, this is not the time a place to be having sex we both understand that this is exactly what we need right now. We require a physical connection that allows us to reach a level of emotional intimacy that neither of us can explain or deny.

"You know how much I care for you." He sucks at the fragile flesh at the base of her neck, enjoying the way it turns pink as a result of his lips' suction. He continue to suck and chew at the skin, just hard enough to leave a cluster of markings but not long enough for them to last. "B, I cant hold this in anymore, i need to fuck you. I have to." Xavier pants and i nod, allowing him to explore my body. Slowly all of my clothes disappeared, he unfastens my bra using one hand and slow the movement of the other causes me to whine in protest, and i can see that he doesn't bother to hide the smile on his face. As soon as i am left stark naked. he runs his tongue over the side of my breasts. He sucks my sensitive tip while kneading its twin with the hand that isn't between my knees.

My hands are ready to release him from his boxers and trousers. I can pull his trousers down his thighs because he lifted his hips high enough, like he knew what i was craving to do. His fingers are buried deep inside of me, moving at a slow enough pace to irritate me. He takes his fingers and places them on my swollen lips, pressing them into my mouth. I suckle on them, my tongue slowly sliding up and down his fingers, which immediately causes him groan. He leans back on the wall and picks me up by my hips and lowers me onto his chest. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulder, connecting my finger from the back of his neck, taking in the silence.

We're both drenched, and the heat from the vents is still blasting with heat which causes more sweat beads to fall of my forehead. "Can you tell me what you're thinking?" Finally, I inquire.

My head rests on his chest, and i can hear him breathing slowly and steadily. "That I wish you could stay with me forever," He says without opening his eyes.

Forever. Have I ever wished for anything less than a steady relationship with him?

"Me, too," I add, wishing I could offer him the future he so richly deserves.

The bell chimes after a few more minutes of calm, signalling that we need to get changed. Fortunately for him, all he needs to do is bull hip trousers up, but for me i got to do my whole morning routine again. Thankfully Xavier helped me get changed... which now thinking about probably took longer as he kept kissing me in between.

After fixing both of our appearances, we take our bags and depart opposite directions. Him to history and me to chemistry.ย 

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summer's note:

wow, you just experience blair and xavier having a quick sesh.

do you want more steamy scenes? yes, no, maybe so.

1643 words - 02:01am - 04/02/22ย 


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