Page 12 of Deceit For My Good Girl

We spent the remainder of the day just watching TV. Neither of us really delving into the fact that the other is now the significant other. I didn't have a problem with it. I mean, I've spent countless hours in the bathroom before my college years jerking off to images of her. Mel is sexy as sin. Fiery and determined mixed in with the homely girl next door vibe.

Once it's late enough at night, she falls asleep in my arms on the couch like she usually does, but this time, instead of ducking out, I stay right where I am until my arm starts to get numb. It feels nice not to have to disguise that I like to hold her. Once she starts to move around like she's getting uncomfortable, I pick her up to lay her in her bed.

She must still be tired after everything that went down last night. I bring her in to lay her down, but instead of rolling over like she usually would, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck to keep me from pulling away.

"You don't really want to be with me. You just don't want me to be with anyone else." She whispers in her sleepy, sexy voice.

"What are you going on about now, Rabbit. If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't have offered to be with you," I whisper to her and run my hand through her hair.

"Yeah, then prove it. Prove to me, you want to be with me, and I'll let it go." She cocks one eyebrow, and I feel like she just dared me to show her my penis. She used to do weird crap like this when we were kids. Dare me to record a sexual experience, so she could hear it. She dared me to suck her nipples. She dared me to kiss her. I know what she likes because I'm the one who introduced her to things that were sexual. It's like I've been training her to be with me since day one.

"You want proof, Rabbit. Fine." I settle myself on the bed with her, causing her to gasp in surprise. I don't know what she's so surprised about. I'm always up for a dare. I seal my mouth over hers and let all the years of frustration and stifled need come flowing out into my lips. It's like I've been walking around with a caged beast in my chest, and the minute I gave up control and let her be mine, it was rearing to get out. I rock hard against her, and she has to open her legs wide to give me space.

"Oh, my…mmm, Xander, wait." She moans.

"No, I don't think so. You want proof. That's what you asked for, so that's what I'll give you." I push her head all the way to the side, letting the veins in her neck press up against the skin. I lick from her collarbone up her neck, causing her legs to go stiff under me for a second as she whines out in pleasure.

"You feel that hard cock, Mel, that's for you. All I'd have to do is rip these cute little pajamas off that wet pussy and dive right in. I want that. I want it so fucking bad."

"Do it." She says on a whisper, and I have to grab hold of her hair with my free hand before I do just that. "Oh, you're eager, aren't you? Is that why you agreed to be with me, Mel? Because you knew I'd fuck you? Are you that horny you'd just give yourself to me?"

"No, I trust all of you, that's why I'd give myself to you." She answers right away, and it's like a shot of ice right through my body.

She trusts me. How much would she trust me when she finds out I'm not who she thinks I am.

I shake the horrible feelings away and focus on the job at hand. Making her believe that I'm completely interested in being with her for the reasons only a junior in college would be interested in a girl. My cock stays hard because I'm in between Mel's legs, but every second I'm kissing and groping her feels worse than the last.

I kiss her hard until my phone goes off in the next room. Talk about being saved by the bell.

"You don't have to answer." She says, trying to pull me back down.

"And we don't have to do everything on the first night; I don't intend to let you go anytime soon." I slide myself off the bed and adjust my hard cock in my pants. "Now, why don't you be my good girl and go to sleep. You have that econ exam tomorrow."

She groans and slams her head back on the pillow. Apparently, she must have forgotten.

"Damn it. You're right. I haven't even opened my econ book. I need a serious study session first thing in the morning. You'll help me?" She pulls the covers up to her chin, cuddling herself into the bed.

"Of course, I will, how do you think I'm going to pass that test. I don't know what I'm doing if you don't help me." I joke.

"I bet Lisa's not going to be happy you didn't call." She looks down at her fingers clutching the bedsheets.

"Fuck Lisa." I wave her off.

"Actually, if you're serious about us, I'm going to need you not to do that, or anyone. I'm not going to go through with us trying to see if something between us will work if you're going to be an absolute ass and fuck everything that walks. Either you're with me or you're with them." She says, leaning up in bed a bit like she's trying to put her foot down.

"Why the hell would I want to have sex with those Taco Bell ground beef pussies when I got the crème de la crème, wagyu, gold-dusted first class-"

"Enough, I got it; I'm not just some piece of meat, you know." She laughs at me and turns over in bed.

I laugh with her for a second. When I walk out of the room, I let go of all humor.

I rush over to my phone and see the one phrase I didn't want to see on the screen.

"Babbo is here to see you."

Fuck.

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