"Christian, why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer!" I shout at him. He had done nothing but stare at me for the past five minutes as I drove.

He chuckled, "Why do you wear a bra? Not like you have anything to put in it." Ouch. I know that's not true.

"You wear pants, don't you?" I shot back. I hope that one hurt.

He gasped, "Princess, I am rubbing off on you so well." He was.

"You're not a great influence."

Here I was, learning to drive a street race car. Well, more like learning how to drive a stick shift. And it was hard. We had been going at it for about fifteen minutes now and I was frustrated as hell. I wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and take a nap. We were coming up to a stop sign so Christian spoke up, "Okay so when you're coming up to a stop, push the clutch in, flick the shifter to neutral, and let the clutch out."

I obey his orders and we roll to a stop. I sigh, "This is annoying. I don't wanna do this anymore."

He chuckles, "Princess it's not even that hard." He then sighs, "Just pull into the gas station and I'll take over then." I nod, push the clutch back in, move the shifter to first gear, and then hit the gas. A few minutes later we get to the gas station, and I gladly get out and make my way around to the passenger side.

As I round the hood of the car, Christian pins me up against it, letting my knees touch the metal. He flashes his signature smirk before placing his hands on my waist. "All I got to say is that you look sexy driving," he murmurs in my ear.

I chuckle, "Have you seen yourself drive? It's so nice watching men drive I could stare at them all day long."

He clears his throat, "Uh, how many guys do you watch drive?"

I roll my eyes and shove him off me, "fuck off."

We both get back into the car and he makes his way back to the road. Once we got on a straightaway road where there wasn't anyone around, he slowed the car down to a stop. "Why'd you do that?" I ask.

He placed a finger to his lips telling me to be quiet as he fiddled with the gear sticks. He revved the engine a few times before he floored the gas, and we sped off down the street. I smiled as I saw the trees were all a blur. How fast was he going? I peeked over to the dashboard where the screen read one hundred miles per hour. The speed limit was forty-five.

Once we get to the end of the strip, Christian starts to slow down and turns to me with a huge grin on his face, "fun right?"

"Terrifyingly fun."

He grabs my hand and kisses it gently and heads back towards his house. "What do you wanna go do?"

I ponder for a moment, "I wanna go swimming but I don't have my bathing suit."

He smirks, "That won't be a problem. No one should be home."

I gasped, "Christian! I don't wanna go skinny dipping during the day!"

"The sun is about to set, live a little, princess."

I groan in frustration, "Fine, but only if you do it with me! And you make sure Clayton won't be there!"

"He won't. He has a date tonight," he tells me.

"Oh my God! With whom?" I can't believe he didn't tell me he had a date. I would have given him pointers or something. Beth?

He shrugs, "I don't know I didn't bother to ask."

We pull into his driveway a few minutes later and I tell Christian I wasn't going into the pool until it was dark. After many frustrating minutes of fighting and begging, we waited until it was dark. I grabbed two towels out of the closet and we both headed downstairs to the pool that was in his backyard. I threw them on a pool chair and turned to Christian.

"Well?" I ask.

"What are you waiting for, baby? Strip!" He tells me, trying to undo the tied knot of the robe I had put on. I decided it would be easier to take my clothes off inside and put a robe on after so it would be easier to...strip.

I cock my head to the side and look at him, "You first."

"Me?" He chuckled. He only had on a pair of boxers. He was way more body-confident than I was.

I smile, "Yes, you." He laughs again before wiggling himself out of his boxers and I begin to stare at his hardening dick.

"Rea. Come on!" He whines trying to close the gap between us. I sigh and undo the knot of the robe and let it drop to the floor. Immediately I hear Christian whistle as he slapped my ass.

Then he did the unexpected. He pushed me into the pool.

When I resurfaced, I was gasping for air and my hair was all over the place. "Christian!" I yelled. I went back underwater for a second to fix my hair and found him behind me already in the pool.

"Yes, baby?"

I breathed heavily, "I fucking hate you!"

"No, you love me." He came closer to me, trying to wrap his arms around me.

I tried to swim away but he grabbed me and pulled me flush against him, "No, I hate you right now."

"Why? You were going to get wet anyways."

I squirmed against him, "No I wanted to get in there myself, but I got pushed face-first in the pool!"

"I'm sorry princess." He tells me before kissing my jaw. He begins to move his lips down to my neck, most likely leaving bruises for my mom to see tomorrow. He backs me up into the wall of the pool and lifts me, so my ass was on the concrete. He places his hands on my butt, getting as close to me as he could before kissing me harshly. His hands begin to wander my body as we have a heavy make-out session, naked, in his pool, at midnight.

"Are you two fucking naked?" A voice interrupts us from kissing and look over back to the house.