Please read the very short A/N (author's note) at the end regarding the next chapter.
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* same day, same place *
"Well, uh-" She tried speaking but I cut her off.
"Sshh." I put my index finger on her plumpy lips.
An idea came to mind.
"Suck it."
Her face crinkled in confused.
"Suck what?" She said through my finger.
"My finger, suck it." I observed her.
Without another word, she opened her mouth and actually did it.
I recoiled my finger back in shock.
I stared at her in amazement.
Does this mean she would suck my d-
"Don't think because I sucked your finger, I would suck your dick. Forget it." She stated quickly.
Oh.
"So why did you suck my finger?"
"I don't know, I felt like it...I guess." She shrugged.
I nodded and stared at her addictive lips.
They were a little swollen from our make-out session a couple minutes ago.
I want to make them more swollen.
"So you'll tell me once you're done staring at my lips?" She smirked.
I quickly averted my eyes away from her juicy lips.
"Back to why we're here...this was the last time we kiss. We should never do it again because we're not dating and probably never will." I said in a strained voice.
All of a sudden, she came incredibly close to my face. "Are you sure that's the last time we kiss?" She slowly whispered against my lips.
"I-I'm sure." I stuttered.
"100% sure?" She lightly brushed her lips against mine, teasing the shit out of me.
"Of course not." I pressed my lips against her sweet ones.
She returned the kiss but retracted a second later. "I thought you were sure..." She whispered, her hot breath fanning against my lips.
"So did I..." I answered, my eyes glued on her teasing lips.
Her lips lifted into a smirk before she gently pressed them against mine.
Before I could kiss back, she pulled back and took a step back.
"Pity, that was the last kiss." She shrugged. "Oh well." She turned around and left.
Just like that.
I stared at her retreating back in shock.
Is this what I always do to her after we kiss?
Is this how it feels to be left like that after a kiss without a simple 'bye'?
It sucks.
Guess she got the upper hand today, huh?
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* next day *
"Wendy," I breathed against her lips. "We really need to stop."
"Why?" She trailed soft kisses down the side of my neck, muffling my thoughts.
It was weird but exciting having her in control like this.
"Because..." I tried saying but I couldn't finish my sentence because she bit me.
"Damn." I moaned in pleasure mixed with a tint of pain. She bites hard.
"Because?" She whispered in my ear as she trailed her hand slowly down my body.
It went past my stomach and I soon realised where it was going.
Her hand touched my pants and stopped right in the middle of my pants.
She started rubbing.
"Fuck." I moaned at the bliss that consumed me from this movement of her hand.
She kept on rubbing 'till I could feel a climax on the rise.
I literally can't control or stop myself from ejaculating. Now it's going to be a huge problem because I can't cum in my school pants because it will clearly show and look like I peed my pants or something.
"Stop." I breathed to her but I couldn't find myself to actually remove her hand from my balls.
That's probably because I didn't want her to stop.
"You sure?" She rubbed even faster and I almost killed this girl.
How can she do this to me? Dayum.
"Climax...cum...school pants." I managed to get out in between breathes and moans.
She abruptly stopped when she realised. "Oh yeah, right." She removed her hand. "Can't you keep it in?"
"No, I can't." I looked away from her, ready for the 'Why?' question.
But it never came.
"Oh okay. How about we remove those pants, then?" She seductively suggested, her hands resting on top of my pants.
My eyes widened to the size of saucers before she burst out laughing for a solid 3 minutes.
"I'm kidding," She wiped a metaphorical tear off her eye.
"Very funny." I retorted.
"Your face though." She continued chuckling.
"Just shut up." I pulled her to me and smashed my lips against hers.
"I thought you said we should stop?" She pulled back from the kiss 2 seconds later, a ghost smile playing on her lips.
"Forget what I said." I whispered before immediately placing my lips back on hers.
I gripped her waist and pulled her to me. She's surprisingly light to pull.
I deepend the kiss as passion flared between our locked lips.
She gripped my head but couldn't grip my hair because it's short, curly and gelled so she had to hold on to my neck.
As my desire for her got deeper, so did the realisation that I failed to resist her.
Just as I was about to pull back, she moaned in my mouth and all thoughts of pulling back, flew out the window.
"Why do you drive me so crazy?" I whispered once we both pulled back for air and rested our foreheads against each other.
My eyes widened to the size of Jupiter once I realised what I just said.
I glanced at her face and found it mirroring my exact expression.
I took a step back. "That slipped out by mistake. I didn't mean it. You don't drive me crazy. " I kept my face blank and my voice unemotioned.
"Okay." Her face looked unconvinced but instead held a ghost smirk.
"I'm serious Wendy. You mean nothing to me at all. Come on, do you think a fat girl like yourself could drive me crazy? Just because we kiss does not mean I feel anything for you, so you can wipe that little smirk off your fat cheeks."
There was a long tension filled silence before guilt hit me square in the stomach.
"Okay." Was all she said before turning around and walking away.
I opened my mouth to try and apologise but nothing came out. I moved my feet and tried to run after her but I remained frozen.
How could I?
How could I say that to her?
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A/N: WENDY'S P.O.V up next!