Presley

I've been trying to avoid Deon for almost a week now. I wasn't sure how to act around him after what we did on Sunday. I mean, in my horny state of mind, I practically begged him to go down on me.

Grabbing my chemistry books from my locker, I shut the door. "Pres...are you okay? You've been avoiding me."

I jump, startled and turn around to come face to neck with Deon.

"No, I haven't been avoiding you," I say, dragging my eyes away from his hard chest up to his gorgeous face. "We just haven't crossed paths...until now."

"Are you serious?" Deon asks, looking amused and a tad bit pissed. "So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I answer a little too quickly. "What makes you think that?"

Deon crosses his arms over his chest, leans against the locker next to mine, and cocks an eyebrow. "Well, let's see. You've been avoiding my texts and my calls. Also, you've been avoiding me physically."

"Okay, fine. Yes, I've been avoiding you." I sigh. "But, only because I wasn't sure how to act around you after we did...that...the other day," I whisper-hiss the last part.

"You don't need to be shy around me. Plus, it's normal. It happens. A lot." He smirks.

I let out a nervous laugh. "I don't know how not to be shy, now that you've seen me in a...vulnerable position."

"Thinking about how wet you were that day makes me hard." He winks and I look away from him, blushing profusely.

I realize that all this...talk about private stuff with him isn't as uncomfortable for me as it was with Ryan, which is great. "Uh...I'll talk to you after school. I need to get to chem class," I fight back a grin and start to walk away from him, but strong, lean fingers wrap around my wrist and in a heartbeat I'm flush against Deon.

"At least give me a kiss before you resume avoiding me again," he whispers against my forehead.

I won't be avoiding him again for now, but I grin and say, "Okay."

Deon chuckles before tilting my chin up with his thumb and kissing me long and hard. Pulling away reluctantly, he winks at me and walks away as I just stand there, dumbfounded. Finally turning around, I see a dozen people staring at me, most of them scowling. Among them, Maddy walks up to me and drags me away from the judgy pairs of eyes. "What the hell was that?"

"Um...nothing?" I try to play it cool even though I already know that I'm about to be a victim of my best friend's interrogation.

"Oh, come on, Elvis Presley. I know you better than you, and that..." Maddy points at where I was earlier. "...was not nothing."

"Well...Deon invited me for dinner at his house last week, and then kinda went down on me," I say, my voice sounding unsure.

"Since we're getting our summer break today, sleepover at my place tonight. I want to know everything." Maddy starts walking towards her next class. "And don't leave out any juicy details," she calls.

Deon

"Do you think I crossed a line?" I ask Tyler as we walk to the parking lot after school. "By getting her off?"

"No, I don't. I'm sure she liked it." He grins. "Because it may have been the first time she even had an orgasm."

"What?" I almost scream.

"She's definitely still a virgin—"

"She's a virgin?! Dude, I knew she was inexperienced, but...wow!" I say, shocked. "She's an amazing person and she's so beautiful...how the fuck is she still a virgin?"

"Her ex, Ryan Gibbons, was a dick. I'm sure all he's ever done is kiss her. I doubt he's even gotten to second base with Elvie," Ty states.

Hence the shyness.

"How are you so sure?" I question, curious how he knows so much about Pres.

He shrugs. "Well, she tells Maddy everything, and when Maddy's drunk, she tells me everything. However, I'm only telling you this because you actually seem to care about Elvie unlike her prick of an ex. Don't you dare tell Maddy I told you this, because she would break my balls if she knew. And I mean literally."

"I won't, man," I assure him with a laugh.

My phone chimes with a text. I open it to see that it's from my girl.

I chuckle to myself. I'm already calling her my girl too.

Pres: I'm leaving with Maddy. She wants to have a sleepover. Can we practice again tomorrow?

Deon: Yeah. Of course.

Pres: Okie. Bye xo.

"Pres and Maddy are having a sleepover," I state.

"Yeah, they do that a lot. I feel left out sometimes. At least we can be left out together now," Ty jokes.

"Do you wanna come over? We could drink a couple of beer and watch some soccer," I offer, toeing off a small piece of rock on the ground.

"And then maybe we could later go crash their sleepover?" He suggests.

"Great idea."

It's going to be an interesting evening.

Presley

"Are you serious?" Maddy shrieks. "Wait, let me get this straight. Deon gave you your first orgasm. You have never ever masturbated, and you're eighteen."

Those are the only things she grasped out of all the things I just told her.

I sigh. "Yep."

"Wow. Why didn't I know this?" She asks even though she actually knew.

"Because I would like to keep certain personal things to myself."

After watching 'Ocean's 8' on Netflix, Maddy and I settled down for some girl talk. We've been talking boys for about two hours now in our pajamas.

"Phew! Alright then." Maddy huffs. "I'm gonna give you some life lessons. Well... sex tips, really."

"By the way, where's your mom and dad?" I attempt to change the subject.

"God knows." She rolls her eyes. "Now stop trying to change the subject."

An hour of listening to Maddy go on about sex tips I didn't want to listen to in the first place, is enough to last me a lifetime. Well, anyway, it's not like I'm going to have sex anytime soon.

"And that's it! Just keep in mind everything I told you," Maddy says, standing up from where she was sitting on the ground next to me. "Elle, are you hungry? Because all this talk about sex is making me hungry." Maddy adjusts her nightie. "What do you want for dinner?"

She's wearing a short hot pink nightdress. The lacy top part of it hugs her chest and stomach while the bottom part made of satin flares out from right below her chest.

"I'm fine with anything, Mads," I reply.

"Does Chinese takeout sound good to you? I would order Thai since we both love it, but there aren't any good Thai restaurants close by."

"Yeah. Chinese sounds good, but I'm not that hungry."

Maddy calls a Chinese restaurant and places an order for a delivery. She gives them her address, phone number and a few other details before ending the call.

The sound of a fist pounding against a door and the bell ringing downstairs startles us. "I'll get it," I say, standing up.

"I'm coming with you. What if it's a kidnapper? Or a serial killer?" She grabs her tennis racket from behind her room door and follows me downstairs. I giggle at her ridiculousness before heading downstairs.

The pounding stops for about two seconds before starting back up.

"Open up!" Someone says in a deep voice. "I have a search warrant and I need to check your house."

"We heard you've been hiding some Heroin in there," another deep voice says.

I turn to Maddy, not knowing what to do. She rolls her eyes and twists the door knob. The door swings open and in walks Deon and Tyler, holding a polythene bag each.

"What are you two eejits doing here," Maddy demands. "This is supposed to be a girls' night."

"We come in peace bearing Thai food," Deon says, holding up the polythene bag in his hand.

"But we just ordered chinese," I say.

"Just cancel the order then," Tyler says.

Maddy looks at me and I shrug.

"Fine," she says, dropping her racket on the sofa. "You guys can stay, but not for long. And only because you brought us Thai."

"Thank you." Deon hands the bag in his hand to her before glancing at me for the first time since they arrived.

His eyes rake up and down my body, eyes growing darker. I blush, having an urge to cower behind something, or even someone. His piercing blue eyes meet mine and he smirks, his dimples appearing.

"Babe, why would you answer the door wearing that?" Tyler asks Maddy, breaking our staring contest.

"Why would I not answer the door wearing this?" She replies, mimicking his tone.

"It's too revealing." He crosses his arms over his broad chest.

"I can do whatever the hell I want—"

"Okay..." Deon interrupts all of a sudden. "Are we gonna eat or what?"

Deon

I stare her down for the whole duration of dinner knowing she gets all hot and bothered under my gaze. All I want to do is take her somewhere and eat her up instead of the bowl of Pad Thai noodles in front of me.

Pres is wearing a pale yellow baggy t-shirt and a very short pair of cotton shorts with little butterflies on it. Half of her ass is out of it, and she looks mouthwateringly sexy.

"Stop eye-fucking each other," Tyler says, causing Pres and I to break eye contact. "It's gross."

"Now you know what it first felt like for us at the school cafeteria," I say.

After Maddy puts all the dishes in the dishwasher and we help her clear the table, she heads upstairs and returns with a pack of cards. "Who's up for Kent?"

"I'm game," I say, I take a seat on the sofa in Maddy's living room. Her house seems very nice. It looks very antique, with the old-looking table lamps and a chiming clock off towards a corner.

"Me too," Pres says, sitting down next to me.

"Me three." Tyler hugs Maddy from behind and kisses her neck.

"It's gonna be Elle and I against the two of you." Maddy places the pack of cards on the coffee table between us. "Elvie, come on. Let's think of a sign."

Pres gets up from the sofa and goes to Maddy as Tyler sits down next to me. "What's ours gonna be? How about I yell 'there's a bee on your knee?' I know, it's lame."

"Okay." I laugh.

"Great," Ty says before standing up and going over to the other sofa. "Time's up, ladies."

Once Pres is seated next to me, I drop my hand on her thigh and slowly move it up and down. "So... what's your signal?" I lean over and whisper in her ear.

She bites her lip and looks at me through hooded eyes, turned on. "I'm not telling."

"Someone play some music will ya. I can't because my phone's dead," Tyler says and Maddy passes her iPhone over to Pres. "Play something, Elle. You pick good music."

She unlocks the phone using her thumb and taps on the screen a few times. 'California Girls' by Katy Perry starts playing. Maddy high fives Pres when she sees Tyler's sour face and I bite back a smile.

"Why would you let someone else have access to your phone? Phones are personal." I direct my question at Maddy.

"Dude, they share everything. From clothes to makeup, and sometimes even bras and panties. It's gross." Tyler grimaces. "I mean would we ever share our underwear?"

"Well, what can I say?" Maddy says, taking the cards out of the pack. "After all, sharing is caring. Right, Elle?"

"Yep," Pres replies and the two girls laugh while Tyler and I make gagging noises.

Maddy serves everyone four cards each and starts passing the rest around. I try to peep into Pres's hand of cards, but she pushes me away with a disapproving shake of her head. After about two minutes of passing the cards around, I've got three of the same cards, and I'm waiting for the final one to be passed around when Pres yells, "Eff my life!" all of a sudden, startling me and Tyler.

"Kent!" Maddy yells a millisecond later.

"Damn," Tyler drawls, looking from Presley to Maddy and back again.

"I just passed your last card on to Tyler," Pres tells me, laughing.

"Oh, you did, huh?" Grinning, I snake my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap before melding my lips to hers.

"Mm hmm," she mumbles against my lips.

"Okay..." Maddy says. "I guess we're done playing Kent then."

I play with the hem of my girlfriend's t-shirt.

"Babe, do you wanna squeeze in a quickie before Dee and I leave?" Tyler asks Maddy.

"Yes please," Maddy replies, standing up from the sofa and following Tyler upstairs.

Once they are out of sight, I let my fingers circle Pres's navel under her t-shirt before moving higher. I stop right under her breasts and groan. "You're not wearing a bra," I state.

"I don't usually wear one when I go to sleep." Pres says, moving her hands down to my stomach and splaying her fingers across my abs she loves so much.

I slide my thumbs gently over her taut nipples. "Pres, please tell me to stop."

"Don't stop," she groans, turned on.

I shift us so that her head is on the settee's arm and I'm leaning over her as I palm her breasts. "You have such amazing tits, baby."

She whimpers and thrusts her chest up into my palms. Aroused, I tug on her nipples not so gently and they harden into tight peaks. I'm about to say how sexy she looks right now when she stops me. "What's in your mouth?"

I pause what I'm doing, confused for a moment, then I smirk. "You mean this?" I poke my tongue out and she balks. I'm wearing my small silver barbell tonight and I did so on purpose. Sexual activity is usually much more pleasurable with barbells involved.

"What's that?" Pres says as I pull my tongue back in.

"It's a barbell," I state.

"Your tongue is pierced?" She asks.

"Yes, it is." I chuckle.

"Why haven't I seen it before?" Her questions keep coming.

"Because I haven't worn any barbells for a while." I smirk at her.

"Did it hurt?" She asks, suddenly interested in my tongue piercing. "Getting your tongue pierced, I mean."

"Not really. It felt like an ant bite," I answer. "Pres, just sit back and enjoy. Let me make you feel good."

"Okay," she giggles.

I lean over her and press a kiss to her perfectly shaped lips for a moment before slowly trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts.

I look at Pres for permission and when she nods, I lift it up to the top of her breasts and leave it there. I stare in awe at her perfect tits for a while before running my fingers over her already tight nipples. She sucks in a breath as I lower my face onto them. I stare at her as I poke my tongue out and flick one of her nipples with it while I palm her other breast. She moans softly, arching her back. I lick a few more times before sucking it into my mouth. She runs her hands through my hair, tugging on it.

Trailing my free hand down to the front of her cotton shorts, I let go of her nipple with a loud pop and glance up at her face. Pulling the tiny bow-string, I run my fingers along the skin above the edge of her waistband. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," she pants, and that's all the confirmation I need to—

"Wait! I um...I haven't really...um...you know...shaved...down there..."

"I'm good with it if you are," I say, trying to bite back a grin, but end up laughing.

"Don't laugh," she giggles, blushing. "I'm not that experienced."

"I won't," I say, sobering up. "Um...you good with this?" I dip my index into her shorts a little.

She nods, still blushing.

I push my hand down her shorts to find out that she's already wet. "Pres, please tell me if it's too much or if you feel uncomfortable with anything."

"I'm good," she pants. "Keep going."

I coat my finger in her wetness before gently easing it inside her, observing her reaction as I do so. She whimpers, lifting her pelvis up.

Fucking hell. She's so tight. "You okay?"

She nods quickly.

"Baby, you're so fucking tight, and wet." I lower my head once again and pull one of her tits into my mouth as I work my finger in and out of her. Moving up her body, I kiss her lips then her neck before going back to sucking on her tits.

Watching her writhe underneath me is so fucking erotic. Her little moans and cries make me hard to the point of pain. I'm just gonna have to go home and jerk off a couple times before having a very long cold shower.

I slowly pull out of her and gently re-enter with two fingers.

Pres grabs the old-fashioned cushion which is onto her side and covers her face with it, making me snicker. I quicken my pace, moving my fingers in and out of her faster. She hugs the cushion tight, moaning into it. My thumb finds her clit and I flick it once before pressing down on it. That does it, she screams her release into the cushion.

I slowly pull my fingers out of Pres's wet heat as she lowers the cushion onto her chest. There's a well satiated and sleepy look in her eyes. Putting my fingers to my lips, I lick them, tasting her sweetness. Her eyes widen and her mouth settles in an 'O.'

"You taste amazing, baby," I say, which makes her turn beetroot-red. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, letting her get a taste herself, I ask, "How was it?"

"It was good," she says, her face not giving anything away.

"Come on, Pres. You've got to give me a bit more credit." I smirk.

"Fine," she giggles. "It was out of this world."

We're interrupted by the sound of a guitar strumming followed by a clarinet. "Do you think they're really practicing?" Pres asks. "I'm surprised."

"Me too." I grin. "Do you wanna go check—" Before I get to finish my sentence she has escaped from under me and is pulling her t-shirt back down. She grabs my hand and drags me up the stairs. We stop in front of what I'm guessing is Maddy's room, listening to the chorus of Calum Scott's 'You are the reason.'

They are sitting on the huge bed in the middle of the room, facing each other. Tyler plays the guitar, singing, while Maddy plays the clarinet. They are really good, and they've actually practiced when I thought they were just playing around this whole time.

Once the song is over, Presley barges into the room, clapping before I can even stop her. "That was wonderful!" She says, startling the other two.

"You're not supposed to eavesdrop, Elle," Maddy jokes, beaming. "Thanks though. We've been practicing a lot lately. Right, Ty?"

"Yup," Tyler answers. "Are you guys done practicing? Auditions are in two weeks."

"Yeah, we are," Pres and I say at the same time and then smile at each other.

"Deon, you ready to leave?" Tyler gets off the bed and puts his guitar back in its case.

"Yeah. I'll wait for you downstairs." Taking Presley's hand, I head back down the stairs. "Let me take you out on a date this Friday." I sit down on the sofa and pull her down onto my lap.

"You mean the day after tomorrow?" She beams.

"Yeah." I smile, kissing her chin. "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay." She kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"That's enough for now, lovebirds. We need to get going." I hear Tyler's voice from behind us. Standing up, I place Pres on her feet.

"Press you later." I wink.

"See ya." She giggles, blushing.

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