Hey guys, new chapter, woohoo! Do we like the story so far? I hope so, because it's fun to write. As for this chapter, well I ain't giving any hints, happy reading!
Amy xx

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Jessica's POV:
I lay on my bed relaxing, after completing all my deathly homework. I decide to give Olivia a call, I could do with a crazy, best friend chat.

My phone rings until I hear her pick up, "Hello?"

"Hey Olivia, wassup?"

"Girl, you don't even know what happened today! There was this boy and-"

"A boy, yeah?" I question, grinning through the phone. I love hearing her encounters with several boys, they amuse her so much, until they breakup for the most stupidest of reasons! She's not affected by it as much as I would by a breakup, so she's very lucky.

"M-hm, and he told me you were gorgeous!" She squealed into the phone.

I'm taken aback- I didn't expect the sentence to finish that way. I thought it was going to a be a boy she liked!

"For me? A boy for me?"

"Yes girl, a boy for you!" She spoke in her sassy tone, "And you know what? I set us all up on a date to go to the arcade centre, do some pin bowling. It's for you two to meet and get to know each-other! But don't worry, our whole group will be there!"

Already? Wow, I didn't think she'd be that fast to set me up with someone I don't even know.
But I mean, it's time I started mingling with boys now, I'm so over that douchebag of an ex-boyfriend, Dexter.

"Uhh-I can't believe you did this, Olivia. It would have been nice if you didn't make plans so quickly without my consent. But you know, I think it's time for me to mingle again. I'll do it. I'll attend this date thing. When is it?"

"Yay! I'm so happy for you! Finally coming outa that shell! And it's on Saturday, I'll pick you up with Dillon."

I also forgot to tell you, I sense something fishy between Dillion and Olivia. Some may call it chemistry, because it's almost impossible to keep those two apart. There's definitely some chemical reacting taking place there, definitely.

"Aha yeah, I guess. What's his name?" I say hesitantly.

"Damon Rochester. He's 18, year above us, but he said he didn't mind hanging with us anyway!"

"I guess-"

"JESSICA!" My dad voice echoed from downstairs interrupting my phone call.

"Hang on Olivia, my dad's calling me." I say.

"Alright." She replies.

I run downstairs with my phone against my chest to silence the conversation. I excitedly throw my arms around my dad, "You're back! Finally! How was Dubai?" My dad was on a business trip for 3 weeks- though it felt like forever. He embraces me back but doesn't say anything- oddly.

Suddenly, as I awkwardly slide out of his arms, my eyes avert to the door, which he stands at, with Michael.

What the fuck is Michael doing here!

"Olivia, I believe you have work to catch up on, according to your teacher. You aren't hitting the A*'s yet, and you failed to tell me this and the fact he has to tutor you?"

"Wha-I-uh-yeah... He's tut-oring me now? Would you like to come up then, Mr. Jackson?" I stutter at all this sudden information, struggling to respond.

Michael glanced at my dad and they gave each other a professional nod before Michael came scurrying up the stairs to me.

He guided me into my room and slammed the door shut, right before landing a hard, passionate smacker right onto my lips. I stand there in shock, releasing a long breath I didn't know I even held.

"Cut the call." He demands.

"Wha-but I can't!" I whisper.

"And you will." He snatches my phone from my grasp and ends the call. What's up with him?

"Why'd you do that?" I retort with anger.

"Because we don't want whoever that was hearing me-" He crashed his lips right onto mine, letting our tongues tangle with each other, as we share an intimate kiss, "Kiss you like this." He finishes and releases.

I'm startled by all this.

"Why are you here and why did you tell my dad that?"

"Why, because I want you. You heard me at school. I don't say things I don't mean." He says, refreshing my memory of when he whispered all those dirty words to me, of how he wanted to rock my body in ecstasy.

"O-oh. I'm at home Michael. My dad's here!" I whine not keen on doing anything with company, aka my father, who just returned from a long trip- might I add, in the house.

"I guess you'll have to silence those sexy moans then." He softly whispers in my ear, stroking his hand up and down my inner thigh, sending a wave  of chills through me.

I feel his hands wrap around my waist as I drop my phone unknowingly, overwhelmed by his loving touch. It's like he's cuddling me, yet seductively- and I absolutely love it. He softly kisses my neck, trailing down to my raised shoulder, as he pulls down my jeans. I give in to his touch, my hands roaming his torso in need for him. They feel for his belt, fiddling with the buckle as a means to undo it. Instead, he undoes his zipper and his length springs out into my grasp.
I feel him grunt in my ear, as I softly bring my hands to gently stroke it, teasing him to the limit. Suddenly, I feel my panties be pulled to one side of my throbbing area, and his long, magical fingers glide up and down my aching folds. His finger slides into me, releasing a gasp from my mouth. He pumps his long fingers so skillfully in and out, hitting all the right places, causing me to suppress my great moans of ecstasy. I feel my liquids oozing out onto his hands and watch him lick every last drop off, devouring my taste.

"Lean on the desk." He demands, gently pushing my back forwards, as I do so, really turned on by the new position.
"M-Michael, please..." I whisper, pleading for him to fill me. It is then, that I feel his tip, hovering above my aching entrance, positioning itself to drive me into to paradise.

He slides into me at ease, and I hear him release a breath of relief, and I throw my head back in complete and utter pleasure. His hands roam my rear end and spread my cheeks apart. Holding onto me, he pushes himself in further, ready to bring me to a state of bliss, just like he told me he would. "Oh Jessica, baby, ah!" He whispers hoarsely into my ear, ready to pump himself back into me. I bite my lip in hopes to silence my upcoming screeches of pleasure.