SHE WAS A FUCKING TEASE, the way she collected herself was the most attractive thing about her. I usually don't fuck women who first arrive here at Cambridge, but when Amelia arrived, my intentions grew stronger. I wanted her; I wanted her to be near me, I wanted to feel her body.

    I wanted everything from her.

   The way she spoke was just so keen; so relaxed and raspy. It was like she didn't have a care in the world.

      I watched as her vehicle drove away, smoking the joint I had saved in my pocket. Once the effect came, I grew horny----and I knew who would be willing to fuck at this hour.

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      "I couldn't go another minute without kissing you," I mumbled against her lips as I took off my button-up shirt. Sandra nodded, biting on my bottom lip as she flipped me onto the bed; making her on top.

    "Fuck you're so beautiful, Sandra." I mumbled, straddling her hips as she began to lick down my chest to my jeans; unbuttoning them in the process. 

    She came back up, her legs on either side of my waist as she whispered obscene things to me.

    "Prepare for the ride of your life, Freddie." my eyes widened at how naughty she was being; I couldn't control myself as I slammed her against me----her bouncing on my cock and doing her dirty work.

    "Fuck!" I yelled, thrusting into her as I felt my body trembling. "Sandra, you dirty whore!" she scratched my back with her nails; my skin practically bleeding at the sense of her enjoying our sex session.

        In an about an hour, we both began to grow tired; but not tired enough as we screamed obscene things at the top of our lungs, enjoying the sheer pleasure.

"Freddie!" with one final thrust, we both came. I kissed her forehead, smiling at the beads of sweat trailing down her body.

     "I'll see you soon." I said as I prepared to get dressed and leave for the night. Sandra sat up, the sheet covering her exposed chest.

     "Aren't you going to stay?" she asked, practically whining. I shook my head, buttoning up my shirt as I looked at myself in the mirror of her bedroom----finding a saddened look on her face.

    "Oh come on, Sandra," I said, turning to face her. "it's better if we go our separate ways. Besides, you have someone else in your life---someone who isn't me."

    "But I love you, Freddie." she wrapped her arms around my waist. "I hate having to see you go."

   I picked up her chin to be faced with her gray eyes. "Sandra, I'll always love ye. But, we don't belong together. You have a boyfriend who problably treats you better than I ever did. I don't deserve someone as beautiful as you." I kissed her lips gently, making the moment last.

   "I have to go now," I said once we pulled apart. "remember that I'll always love you." with an open window, I left her house; walking out into the cold weather of England as I made my way to the alley; where most of the LFOUR members hung around.

      "Freddie!" I turned around to see Max, waving at me to come over as he smoked a cigarette; the smoke tendrils escaping his mouth as he blew.

     "We didn't see ye 'ere after school, where the hell were you?" he grinned. "Off shagging a bird, I see. You horny bastard!" I laughed as he patted me on the back.

      "Ah well, it was Sandra. Smoked me hemp and I fucking ravished her brains out," I took Max's cigarette and took a drag. "let me tell ye something else: She's gotten to be naughty over the years."

     "How many times have you fucked tha' bitch?" Jake, the scrawny male with tattoos scattered everywhere asked.

     I pondered for a moment, calculating from the first two years we'd dated, until now. "Mmm, I would say about fifty-seven times. I'm pretty sure some you wankers 'ave a whore to play with."

     "Not as hot as Sandra, mate." Max stepped onto the cancer stick, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Ye know who's even hotter? That new girl who came in t'day. Mmmmm, I would fuck her day and night!"

    "Back off she's mine." I spoke defensively. "Step anywhere near her and I'll go and fuck yer mum."

    "Piss off, Highmore! If she's yours then why the hell haven't you fucked her yet?"

     "She's a fighter." I wriggled my eyebrows with a smirk.

    Just as I finished the sentence, she ran by us; screaming for help. I came out of the alley, searching for her and who was chasing her.

     I quickly followed behind them, taking out my switchblade as I pulled it out; ready to strike at the man who was to hurt Amelia.

     I had to stop for a minute, catching my breath. From the corner of my eye, I saw them: he was thrusting harshly into her from behind; whimpering in frightened cries. She seemed defeated, and I wasn't going to let her take it.

    "Hey you!" he turned around, groaning as he continues to thrust. "Get the fuck off of her!" I grabbed his shirt, pulling him away from Amelia as I pounded my fist onto him.

   He was a bleeding mess, I must admit. Before I could grasp my knife and stab him, I was pulled back; not even realizing that I knocked him unconscious, or that I was out of breath.

     I turned to face Amelia, her hazel-green orbs dwelling up with tears. Without hesitation, I held her; hugging her tightly.

    "He isn't going to hurt you, I promise that." I kissed her head, then walked her to a store and asked if she could clean herself up; for she had cuts and bruises along with blood on her feet.

     In an instant, I pulled out the sharp object, finding that my victim had awakened from his sleep.

    "If you ever come near her, and I find out about it, you will be killed, you son of a bitch." I pressed my weapon into his stomach; hearing a weakened cry once the damage had been done.

     "You've been warned."

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