Lisa did not want to face Misty just yet. She wanted to talk things over with Erin first. He always had a way of putting things into perspective, and besides, she already knew how he felt about Misty, unlike Karin, who had just revealed hers because of her probing.

She knew that Erin would be by the swimming arena putting in as much training as he could until the arena would be closed for preparation for the swim meet, but she really needed to speak with him.

She rang his phone and almost hung up when it kept on ringing; she wasn't interested in speaking to his voicemail, but before she could do so, his breathless voice answered.

"Hey baby," she said smiling automatically at the sound of his voice. "Is it ok for you to take a break from training? I need to speak to you. I'll be in the lower park ok."

Erin had no time to reply because someone's arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and he jumped at the contact and turned his head to see Misty leaning into him.

"What the fuck!" he scowled pulling away.

Trying not to notice that her scent was no longer a spicey mix but now had a delicious fruity scent attached to it was a chore for him. His eyes liked that her Cruella-styled hair was a bob of teased ringlets, a noted difference there too. Her lips were red and plump...

"What's the matter with you. This is the boys' locker room." He snapped as he realized where his thoughts were heading.

She only laughed and said. "I know that silly," and snuggled closer to him. Her frame against his partially naked body was burning into his senses.

"Erin?... Erin?!"

He stared at the phone in shock as Lisa's voice seeped questioningly through the speaker.

"Shit!" he said, now realizing that he had not disentangled himself from Misty's grip, nor had he remembered that Lisa was on the line.

"Erin, are you ok?" Lisa queried again the puzzlement clear in her voice.

"Aww...ye..yes Lisa, I am ok," he said, putting the phone back to his ears and bracing Misty away from him. "I am in the locker room, and you know how the boys can be.''

He hoped she bought it as he sounded fake to his own ears.

"I'll meet you in the parking lot in a few minutes, ok babe."

She seemed to buy into his lie because she said with a laugh, "Just hurry ok."

He made sure the call was ended before he turned blazing eyes on Misty who only stared hungrily at his muscled torso and the way the towel he wore draped daringly about his lean waist.

His athletic form was a masterpiece. He stood built for all the hedonistic thoughts her mind could fathom. Yes, Erin was made for wild pleasures. He was a Casanova, a playboy of virile implications. How could Lisa refrain from fucking him?! That pristine bitch was bloodless.

Misty felt the tempest within her rage its talons and ripped away the cover of her need leaving her so bare she trembled; even her legs were going weak.

"I told you the other night to leave me alone," he fumed at her, "and now here you are in the boys' locker room. Don't you know I could get suspended if they found us in here together? I could be thrown off the swim team!"

He wanted to shout and hit something but instead, he glared at her. Why was she doing this to him?

Misty reached out and touched his chocolate chest and felt the heat of him seep through her palms. He should move, he knew, but somehow, he kept staying put.

He watched her hands trail the path over his smooth biceps and traveled over it like a painter familiarizing himself with a bare canvas as his mind put into play what his brush would bring to life.

He disliked Misty so why was she the one to make him feel so wanton? Lisa was the one he loved, and yet even the thought of her could not smolder the fire Misty was creating.

However, as her hands gripped the top of the towel he found his senses and grabbed her hand in a bruising grip.

"You're not worth it!" he flung in her face, using words to chide both her and himself because he knew he was just a weakling to fall into her trap twice. "I won't let a selfish bitch like you cost me all the things I hold dear!"

"You asshole!" she screamed, and before he could quiet her with a hand placed over the mouth, she hit him hard across the cheek, the ring on her finger bruise where it connected. "I love you, you coward but you're not man enough to claim it. You rather waste your time on a pristine selfish duck who can't even find it in herself to do this."

Before Erin knew what was happening, his semi-hard member was being taken into Misty's hot, wet mouth, and a tongue hell-bent on taking him to the brink of an explosive climax lavished him with ease and pleasure.

"O fuck!" he groaned finding himself sinking further and further.

He was lost. She had taken him away from sanity and left him drained and limp he felt shameful tears sprang to his eyes. He wanted to hate her but he couldn't because she gave him something he was denying himself because of Lisa.

A million emotions played through him as he watched her rise and stare at him in the eyes. He saw in their depths an acknowledgment, she was giving him what she knew he needed.

"When you go to her remember it was this bitch's mouth in which you came and found peace."

Erin flung his fist into the locker in front of him and wished it was Lisa who had understood his need and not some circumstanced bitch.

He thought of all the things that were wavering in the balance. Misty cruel obsession with him was leading him straight into a downfall.

He stared at her standing there, her lipstick smudged, her black eyes blazing under grey smokey eye shadow and black mascara. Misty was a seductress who was very close to reeling him in.

His eyes travelled over her dressed in full grunge. Stonewashed oversized jean jacket over a high neck vertical striped black and white close-fit top which she styled with a belted pentagram harness pleated mini black skirt wide knitted fishnet stockings,  mid-thigh black socks, and black triple buckle wedge heel over the ankle lace-up boots.

She was casting a spell on him that he was trying a bit too hard to fight. He should not in the least bit be thinking of what she wore beneath her short black skirt if it was close to that of the one in the photo she sent him as his eyes traveled over her.

She was trouble. She could cost him his relationship if he did not refrain from her seduction Lisa deserves better.

The thought of Lisa had his heart beat with despair. Her kindness and selflessness had helped him to find solace and comfort in this new journey the death of his parents had mapped out for him, and now, because of Misty's wretched desire, it could be lost to him and thus leave him again to be nothing but a broken, empty shell.

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