There was never a hope for us. And I needed to hear you say that. So that I could stop this. I am sorry.
There was never a hope for us. And I needed to hear you say that. So that I could stop this. I am sorry.
I think we are back to flirting. Little things like “obviously you don’t hate me that much” and a light hand spazzing my stomach. A suggestive notion that Brad would grab me and you’d slap my ass. A movement to actually go through with it. A few flirty comments that we had a secret. I’ve missed flirting. I’ve missed this.
It was a hot, summer night, a dry kind of heat that makes you want to be at the beach. The night before Karl went off to sunrise day camp, he was very much preoccupied. Karl and this friend had gotten very close, very quickly. Somehow, some way, they found themselves sending pictures to one another for days now. Sexting was never really something that he had done before, and certainly not something she had, but there was something hot about seeing but not being able to touch. Although, not as great as if they were able to touch. Karl hadn’t heard from her in a little bit, though, since she had said she needed to do something real quick. He hoped she’d be back soon, he hadn’t forgotten the time she had left for 45 minutes and he couldn’t get his erection down in that time. There was a sharp knock at the door. Looking out the peephole, he was slightly surprised at what he found.
Karl answered the door, slightly sweaty and shirtless. She stood there, slightly awkwardly, and said hey. He said nothing, still slightly out of breath from the sexy snapchats they had been sending back and forth only minutes ago. She, unable to take it anymore, had driven over thinking of nothing but that V that Karl’s hips made that was ever so sexy, decorated with his happy trail.
"Hey," she said again. "Remember how you said when we were alone…?" He looked at her for a minute, smirking his stupid little smile that made her swoon, and then passionately leaned down and kissed her, hard. They kissed like there was no one else in the world. Their intense make out session had rushed them into the house and collapsing on his couch. The couch was facing the tv, where FIFA was still on pause in the background. The house was empty besides for them, as T was playing soccer with some of the guys at midnight under the big lights. The empty house was a golden opportunity to sneak a girl in, at least for a little while.
Karl was strong, his hands resting on her hips and eventually working on pulling her in, holding her ass tight. She smelled like apples and cinnamon, the kind of sugary sweet scent that’s almost too sweet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lightly brushed the nape of his neck with her fingertips in a way that sent chills down his spine. She didn’t know what to expect when she stopped by, but at this point she would’ve agreed to anything. He worked off her Khaleesi t-shirt, and she slid off her black shorts, which got caught on her black lacy underwear for a second before she became impatient and took those off too. Karl was in his black Hanes boxers, and she was wearing a bright pink bra, the one flimsy cotton layer of his boxers separating his steadily arising boner from her.
Smirking slightly, she worked her way down his body and took off that last layer. She grabbed his cock just hard enough to keep the blood from leaving as fast, causing him to get harder faster. She got down on her knees and began to give him a blow job. She put one of her fingers just behind his balls, stimulating nerves way back at the base of his shaft and causing him to curl his toes into the carpet. He was grabbing at her hair, guiding her head back and forth. She ran her tongue on the underside of his cock, pressing the head of it against the roof of her mouth. She got as close as possible, working slowly at first and working her way quicker and quicker. His hand on her head became stronger, as he began pushing her back and forth. So dominant. She grabbed his wrist and moved it to her chest, putting her hand over his and guiding him to squeeze her. His other hand was propping him up against the couch behind him, and his head was leaning back. She took great care to keep her gag reflex almost completely away, and the room was hot and sweaty everywhere. His eyes were closed as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, as his hands finally found their way down to unclip her bra from the back. She very lightly played with the tip, just barely grazing it with her lips and tongue, causing the nerve endings to go wild. After a long time of playing with him, Karl hadn’t cum, but he had come very close.
At one point, he led her over to his bedroom and dug out some cheap handcuffs. The metal was not too flimsy, but still not much more than a child’s toy. She was more than eager to put her hands above her head, and he closed them behind part of the headboard. He mounted her, as she was fully exposed to him, and grabbed her breasts. He worked his fingers down to her hips, using his tongue and licking and kissing down the line of her stomach. He had snuck his hand down between her legs, and used two fingers to rub against her clit. He’d push a finger right against the hood, and lightly played with her as she thrusted her pelvis just slightly more in his direction. He got two fingers into her and she couldn’t control her moaning, her breath quickening and her head rolling back. He used the head of his cock and began to thrust, slowly at first and quickly gaining speed. The moans of the two teenagers echoed through the empty house, and only fueled them to get louder, get more passionate. At one point, Karl dug out some lube, something on the bottle read Silicone-Based. After applying the thick substance, they had little to no restraint left in either of them. They did things neither of them had done before, and the ending left them both gasping for air.
By the time that they finished going at it, it had gotten extremely late. Some time later, they had awoken to the sounds of T clamoring up to his room from midnight soccer and found themselves on top of one another in a hot, sweaty embrace. The handcuffs were dangling from one of her wrists, unattached. Her bare boobs just leaning against his abs, her head on his chest. So reminiscent. He was so incredibly attractive, and this was a purely physical relationship. She felt like this is something that should’ve happened a lot sooner, but it brought up so many questions. Before he woke up, she slipped on her shorts and went searching for her shirt. She couldn’t find her other clothes anywhere, as she vaguely remembered kicking her bra across the room while on the couch. Her shirt was on the floor just outside the room, and she frantically rushed to put it on. She grabbed her shoes and keys by the door and silently slipped out. The morning sun was strong in her eyes, and as she was driving away she got a message on her iPhone. What she saw was enough to make her turn bright red. It was only a picture of her bra and a winky face.
Austin Portente was telling Holden that him and Jodi had a funny story about people still in the room. Karl and I were the last two to leave, so they didn’t get to tell it. The next day, Austin goes up to the front of the class and is like yelling this story. Here’s how it went.
"Jodi went up to me one day and was all like ‘have you noticed how flirty Karl and Alyssa B. are in the back of the classroom?’ And I heard Collin, not Karl. So I go to Collin during gym and I ask him, what’s with you and that Alyssa B. girl in chem?"
Collin interjects; “really sorry about this next part”
“And he goes ‘Who’s Alyssa B.?’ And I get really confused so I go to Jodi and Jodi is like ‘Collin, no I said Karl’ and I’m like …that makes a lot more sense. So are you and Karl dating?”
Kenny, Rocco, and Tony; “YES. YES THEYRE DATING.”
Me “no! No we aren’t dating!”
Karl just blushes down at his paper. Austin apologized twice after it happened
I’m thinking about you too much. We ..flirt… No.. Tease? Each other at every opportunity, and we come home and we snapchat and send nudes by night. I can’t get the image of your abs to boxer line out of my head. Your goddamn thighs and your hand placed just covering, your booty and the actual nudes. It’s gotten to be too much and I’m distracted in classes you’re not even in. You weren’t even in school today and I was distracted bc of what happened three hours before I left for school.
So today I was standing next to Tony and a girl I’ve only communicated with through twitter comes up and signs up for something and Tony goes, “ayy, pizza!” And she goes “pizza?” And he’s like “pizza!” And I realize he’s referring to a girl on twitter who changed her name on there to Pizza, and I nonchalantly go “Tony, not pizza” and he goes “not pizza? Ah.” And she walks away as I shake my head and he’s like “ah. Looks like pizza.” And I go “…noor, I think. Nore, nur? (phonetically, ik it’s spelled noor) noor.” And Steven is just looking at the two of us and goes “…what” and Tonys like “…it’s a twitter thing.” Now how much of assholes do we look to everyone around us, with Tony saying pizza to a random underclassmen and me saying a word that’s not real
Name: Gavin Free
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Wand: English Oak; Dragon Heartstring; 13 inches; bendy
Pet(s): Cat named Lloyd
Biography: Gavin grew up in a very strict pureblood family. He never subscribed to their prejudices, though, and though he is a Slytherin like the rest of his family, he is a very atypical Slytherin. He’s very driven, but also goofy and friendly. He’s obsessed with slow things, and enjoys using impedimenta on his friends when they’re not expecting it.
Time Zone: EST
Availability: after school mostly, from 3-9 on weekdays.
Sidenotes: I’m a little new to RP, but I love to write!
Gavin looked impatiently out the window, pondering what a beautiful day it was. Instead of flying around the pitch on his Firebolt, he was stuck inside this stupid History of Magic classroom learning bugger all. How dull. He fiddled with the buttons on his robe, tapped his foot, and swung his quill back and forth. This class was taking bloody forever, wasn’t it. Finally they were dismissed, and Gav caught his boi Micoo racing down the hall. He thought it’d be funny to just stick out his foot and….
"GAVINNNNN," Michael yelled as his books flew everywhere. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT GET OVER HERE SO I CA-"
The rest of his threats were muffled by the frantic Gavin noises as he rushed down the hall, his robe flying open and wand in hand. Gavin could see the double doors of freedom and he jumped to take that final step when a burst of light hit him from behind and there stood Ray, smirking.
“Not so tough now, huh Vav?”