I shower and dress in the change room before whipping out my phone. I have to text ANNA:
ISABELLA: What the fuck did U loan me?
ANNA: My bikini! Isn’t it gorgeous!
ISABELLA: Where’s the material?
ANNA: Oh, that is sold separately, lol! Lara bought 1 too!
ISABELLA: $?
ANNA: $150.00
ISABELLA: U were so ripped off!
ANNA: How did it go?
ISABELLA: Great, on the last lift I looked down, Alpha’s great white was lurking beneath the depths!
ANNA: Oh my, U gave him a hard-on? What did U do?
ISABELLA: Screamed 4 him 2 put me down!
ANNA: & did he?
ISABELLA: He slid me down his body & then he kissed me. I would have been mad, but it was so hot. He’s so sexy.
ANNA: Sounds hot, did U kiss him back?
ISABELLA: 2 right! What do I do now? He’s waiting 4 me. I don’t even know if I can face him!
ANNA: Apologize
ISABELLA: No! HE kissed ME.
ANNA: Did U kiss him back?
ISABELLA: Ya
ANNA: Then apologize! How was it?
ISABELLA: I’m shaking.
ANNA: Don’t make him wait 4 U. Don’t 4get we’re getting 2gether 2 celebrate the last day of school @ my house.
ISABELLA: Looking 4ward 2 it.
He is waiting for me at the door in only his T-shirt and pants that barely cover his six-pack. I take a deep breath and follow him out to his Mercedes. We sit in his car in utter silence until he breaks it by saying, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“So that’s never going to happen again?” I ask, really wishing it will.
“Never,” he reiterates.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he reassures.
I climb over the gearshift and confidently slide onto his lap so I’m facing him. All this time I wanted to touch his wisps and now he’s cut off. I want to run my fingers through what’s left, so I do. His eyes darken, but he doesn’t stop me or say anything. I’m being a naughty girl! His short hair feels so soft, I keep my fingers in his hair. His eyes close when I start making long strokes up and down his scalp. I lean forward into him, so my clitoris is rubbing him in the right spot. Suddenly my soft seat hardens, IT becomes solid. I like teasing him. If it’s never going to happen again, I want to enjoy this moment now.
He closes his eyelids savoring my massage leaning his head heavily into my fingers. I glide my fingertips down his neck wanting to touch every square inch of his body. When they reach his shoulders they linger there, until my mouth takes over for my fingers. I bend down to kiss the beautiful muscles that I trust to toss me into the air or hold me high.
His breathing quickens, and he starts pushing up creating more friction between us, “I’m not going to be able to stop myself Patch. You’re not safe,” he warns. “I don’t want to be safe,” I encourage him. I push against him moaning loudly when a very sensitive part of ME rubs IT. This excites him, and it makes me want to do more. I slide down while he moves his steering wheel for me and then I free IT. I take him into my mouth while his fingers fist into my hair and I pleasure him until he’s satiated. With his fingers caught in my hair, he pulls my head up and takes me into this all-encompassing kiss. I find myself needing the same kind of relief that I just gave him for myself.
He comes to my mercy and removes my panties before impaling me with one of his fingers. He slides it in and out trying to alleviate my needs but I’m too wet for him and it isn’t enough, so he uses a second finger and my breath catches. He plays with me until I’m screaming, my body begins shaking and I come around his fingers.
We kiss each other passionately and then I ask, “Never again?”
“No, never again,” he resolves.
“Promise?” “Promise.” He drives me home while I tried to recover from our lustful excursion. Justin Berber’s song ‘Never Say Never,’ comes on the radio and I have to chuckle at the irony.
Knowing I’m not going to have to sit next to Michael in devotion for the next few months is a huge relief. I refuse to look in his direction after finding out how easily he turned to another girl after me. Rumor has it, he broke up with her and chose to be alone for a while, because apparently, he only has eyes for me. I think he’s just a player. Mrs. Bridget seems to let loose on our last day of classes and marks everyone present even if they aren’t. The bell sounds and we all rush to leave.
We meet up for our last lunch together to finalize the plans for tonight. Lara and Jeremy save us a table in the center of the cafeteria. They are discussing something quite heatedly when I approach the table, suddenly conversation stops, fishy. They must be experiencing more problems since the Juliet fiasco.