Page 71 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

“Yes, ma’am.” I growl while thinking of the sounds she makes, what it would be like to actuallywatchher masturbate.

I kiss her again, licking into her mouth, running my tongue over hers, enjoying the electrical storm that rips through me anytime she rolls her body on mine. I groan and slide my hands over her ass, pulling her down to grind on me properly. He little whimper echoes in my mouth, and I bite her bottom lip as I draw back.

“You taste good,” I tell her. “And I’m really fucking happy you came out with me.”

She rests her hands on my chest and finally,finally, I see that starry look in her eyes. The excited almost-grin that she tries to hide by biting her lip and bouncing a little. My little bumble bee is still in there. Buried a little further down but still here.

I hug her. “I’m serious, Sky. Kenny already asked if I can drag you to his house one night next week for dinner.”

I hear her take a deep breath, threatening to suck all the oxygen out of the car. “You really had fun? Even with me there?”

“Absolutely, you made the night better.”

“I’m … I’m glad you invited me. I liked being your girlfriend in public.”

I try to pull her face up, but she fights me. I laugh. “That’s a good thing.”

“It’s terrifying. Because I don’t want to lose you. And it scares me.”

“Welcome to relationships.”

We head home after a little bit more cuddling and kissing. When I drop her off, she says that she can probably sneak me in, but I’msureChase is waiting for her. I tell her we’ll figure it out, then drive around the block and head inside.

Mom is still up, reading some frilly and flowery romance. She looks up at me over her glasses and smiles. “You’re still smiling. The date went well?”

“Very well,” I beam.

“Any details for me?”

“None as good as your book, Mom,” I chuckle before heading up to bed.

Even though it’s Friday, I know I’m going to have a long day at the gym tomorrow. I’m going to spend a solid number of hours in. And I know, I know, that I’m going to want to see Sky. Hell, I’d see her most days if I could make it happen.

My phone buzzes, and it’s a message from Sky. She says that Dracula noticed she was gone. Then sends me the picture of the spider trying to climb the wall. It’s still a horrible little creature. I don’t want to touch it. I don’t want to be near it, but the fact that he’s actually out and about is different.

I text her back: I noticed, too.

She starts typing, deletes, starts typing, deletes, then finally says: I enjoyed it. We should do it again.

Fuck, yes. Just … I throw my fist up in the air. This is the best win in the world.

My phone dings again: I saw that.

I laugh, and we end up texting all night, something I’ve never done with a girl, with friends, anyone. It’s the kind of thing I thought I’d hate, but I don’t mind it. And I don’t mind waking up to a meme about someone asleep and drooling.

Rather than push my luck with Sky, I dedicate to my gym entirely. I ignore everything but the workout in front of me. I take on the punching bag. Do all the working out, the footwork training, the everything until I’m a panting, exhausted, sore husk of myself. And then I do it again on Sunday, beating the shit out of myself and anything put in front of me.

This is how I can get my own future, defined by me, maintained by me, with no one else to blame for a loss and no one else to thank for a win. It’s just me in the arena and that’s how I like it. I appreciate the support, need it, thrive on it, but I like testing myself and knowing that it’smemaking my dreams come true, not my last name, my family, or anything else.

When I finally rest for the night and grab some water, I feel accomplished. It’s been a wild week, too many changes, but I’ve taken action, made changes, taken charge. I’m a slightly more sentient jellyfish.

Coach Frank pats my shoulder. “We won’t see another loss with this kind of dedication. Good job. If you keep this up, that talent scout could be leaving with a smile.”

I nod to him, start to the showers, then see Sky, looking lost as hell. She has on a giant T-shirt and shorts that I know are hidden under it. Her hair is tamed in a braid, and she keeps glancing at the glass door like she should leave.

Smirking, I walk up and twirl her under my arm. “What are you doing here, bumble bee?”

“I … I can’t even take my steering wheel, so I figured, I would see what this was all about.”

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