i wrote a fanfic once, but it is too bad and embarrassing to show here.

I''ll make a funny one for you guys though, k?

 

edit: so it probably won't actually be funny, but whatever.

 

love to read it! Oh and schoolboys is brilliant:laugh3:

YAY! :dance: I LOVE Schoolboys! lol

DP

Schoolboys is wonderful!!!! I love it!!!! For only being 16, Krya, you write really, really well.:)

Wow, thank you. :nice: How kind you are.

Schoolboys is moving along nicely!!! i love it, great job!!! :nice:

God, I am the only person who updates! What ever happened to all the stories that were never finished? You know who you are...:P

 

Schoolboys! Chapter 12!

 

 

Chris’s POV

 

I locked eyes with him, chewing on my lower lip. The tips of my fingers were stinging from holding onto my pillow so tightly and having it wrenched from my hands numerous times. I arched my back a bit. If I were a cat, my fur would be standing on end. Jonny stared levelly back at me, grinning cheekily. He knew he had me beaten.

 

“Come on, sweetheart.” he drawled. “Give me your best.”

 

I sighed shortly, staring at my ceiling. “Oh, Christ.” Before I had time to react, he’d delivered a swift blow to my stomach. “OW!” I made a grab for his pillow, but he pulled it just out of my reach.

 

“Why are you so slow today?” Jonny asked, mock concern in his eyes. I growled in annoyance and whipped out my arm, catching him by surprise. He winced and threw in another shot of his own. I dodged it and hopped to the right. Jonny followed me, and I felt his pillow smack into my thigh, nearly sending me tumbling into the dresser.

 

“Bastard.” I hissed, allowing myself to laugh. Jonny got me again, this time on the head. My ears were ringing a bit with the force of it. I swiped at him weakly, but he deftly sidestepped my movements. The constant defeat...even from a simple pillow fight was starting to get to me. I took a final lunge at Jonny, hooking my arms around his legs and dragging him to the floor. He landed with a thud and I managed to hit him in the face with my pillow. Swearing angrily, he grabbed my pillow and threw it behind me before yanking me to the floor with him.

 

He suddenly had me pinned on my stomach, my hands twisted behind my back. I yelped and squeaked in indignation, squirming to get free. He laughed. “Come on, Chris!”

 

“Let go, Jon! Stop it!”

 

“No way.” He laughed again, thwarting all my attempts to free myself. Jonny was thoroughly enjoying himself, lost in the harmless fun, but I wasn’t. Emotions were boiling up inside me, and all I wanted was for Jonny to stop.

 

“Get off me!” I growled, kicking out. “I mean it!” I felt his weight disappear, and I scrambled to sit up. I spun around to find him sitting next to me, looking confused and slightly apologetic.

 

“I’m sorry.” he muttered. “I didn’t think you were actually mad.”

 

The familiar feel of guilt settled in my throat. “Sorry. I just don’t like getting hit constantly, ya know?”

 

“I’ll try to take it easy next time. I wouldn’t want to beat a girl.” He smiled. Jonny had always enjoyed trying to poke holes in my masculinity.

 

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said again, picking up his pillow and squeezing it. “I’m just not in the mood.”

 

“You’re never in the mood. Come on, mate! If you’re not going to tell me what’s bothering you, then at least try to fix it yourself.”

 

“Fix yourself, Buckland.”

 

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

 

I laughed, a little less bitter than I had been before. “I don’t need fixing. I’m not a dog.”

 

“You could be a cat. Cats get fixed, don’t they?”

 

I laughed again and tossed the pillow at his head. He caught it, peeking out at me from under the thing. “But is something wrong?”

 

“Of course not.” I insisted.

 

“Maybe it’s hormones. Is it that time of month again?” Jonny was grinning at me.

 

“You...” I hissed, reaching over to hit him on the arm. He allowed it, and I got some satisfaction from his wince. “You are an evil boy.”

 

“Aw, okay. I’m sorry, Chris.”

 

I stared at him, narrowing my eyes. “I doubt it. And here I thought I was your best friend.”

 

“You are.” he said evenly. His tone was surprisingly serious, and I smiled, despite myself. For a moment, my thoughts drifted to my friendships with Will and Guy. With a jolt, I remembered the suggestion I had made to Will earlier that day. I figured I should tell Jonny.

 

“Do you think Guy would like to go to Scotland for the weekend? D’you think it would be good for him?”

 

“Uh...sure. But what has that got to do with anything?” Jonny said, blinking in confusion.

 

“Well, nothing really. But Will’s family has an extra ticket to Edinburgh, and I suggested they take Guy.”

 

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

 

“I don’t know.” I admitted. “I was thinking it might make him feel even more homesick once he got back.”

 

“Maybe...but I think it’s a good idea. He can always refuse if he doesn’t want to go.” Jonny said with an air of finality.

 

“Why would he refuse?” I wondered aloud.

 

Jonny sighed. “Guy is...weird. He’s both shy and proud at the same time. I don’t really know how he’ll react.”

 

“Well, we’ll see, I guess. Will said he would check with his mum about it.”

 

He nodded. “It’s a good idea, mate. I’m surprised, though. I didn’t think you two were getting along at the moment.” I shrugged, at a loss for what to say. Jonny pushed himself to his knees and stood up, taking my pillow with him. “Care for another round?” he asked. I glared up at him and shook my head. “Well, it was worth a shot.”

 

“I haven’t eaten all day. You have the advantage of strength, which I don’t.” I said matter-of-factly.

 

Jonny looked stunned. “You haven’t eaten all day?” he echoed. “Good God, have mercy!” He reached down and pulled me up by the wrists. “Quickly...to the kitchen, before she faints with hunger!”

 

I laughed giddily. Jonny’s good spirits were practically contagious.

 

 

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There isn't too much more to go...you might have already figured out what's going to happen. :)

^ SSQQUUUEEEEE. thanks for the update.great chapter

no, kyra, this story has to go on forever and everrrrrrr!!! :heart:

 

and i'm too lazy to write. :P

yaaay i love school boys cant wait for the nxt chapter !!

SchoolBoys.... YaaaaYYYYY, good job.

Great chapter! Oh to be involved in that pillow fight :sweatdrop: (with the grown men versions of course not the teen boys...that's illegal :uhoh:)

 

 

I'm sorry for neglecting A Warning Sign, I've just not been in the mood to write lately but I'll try to write something soon...maybe I'll get some inspiration from seeing the boys on Sat/Sun :dance:

SQUEE I LOVE it Kyra!!! :D:wacky::heart:!!

There isn't too much more to go...you might have already figured out what's going to happen. :)

 

C'mon! you've only done 12 chapters and it's too good to stop! make it to the big 20 first :)

I really like it, Emma...but how would nominating and stuff work? Could we nominate...ourselves?

 

 

 

:P

 

Well, stories would be given a classification to their genres etc, and no, you wouldn't nominate yourself, Killjoy Kyra, that would defeat the point.

AHHHH! SCHOOLBOYS! :D

Well, stories would be given a classification to their genres etc, and no, you wouldn't nominate yourself, Killjoy Kyra, that would defeat the point.

 

Damn. :shifty:

 

 

:P

 

 

Great chapter! Oh to be involved in that pillow fight :sweatdrop: (with the grown men versions of course not the teen boys...that's illegal :uhoh:)

 

It's not wrong for me...:sneaky: They're my age. But we would only be pillow fighting, of course.

Okay, now I will publish my first two stories. I apologize in advance for my English.

 

And I'll spoiler it because they are not for minors!!!

 

 

 

Chocolate and Bondage…

 

Finally I hear the key in the lock – he’s back! He’s back after so long time.

And then he stands before me, he looks a bit tired but a smile on his face when he sees me. ”Baby, I’m back at home finally! The flight was terrible and all the time I thought of you and our home.” Short break and then he grins at me, with this irresistible way: „Have you miss me?” “OMG, what a question.” I think. He can’t imagine as I've missed him. Especially the nights was terrible for me, I felt so lonely in our big bed…

But all what I just say to him is:” Oh maybe a little bit.”

He looks just flabbergasted, begins to laugh and hug me finally.

Hug me so tight that I think he will never again let go of me and starts kissing my lips, to nibble on my ear… “Stop!” I try to restrain him, because if I don't do, I forget myself and put him flat right here on the spot. And that would be a real shame, because I will spoil the whole surprise would that I had prepared.

So I say:” Hey, stop now, we will have all time of the world for us in the next weeks. You look a bit tired. And how about a little thing to eat for you?”

“Oh darling” he groans: “You don’t love me, how else could you do to me? I desire you so much and you talk about eating! But okay, you’re right. I’m really hungry. “He lets me go and wants to go in the kitchen.

“Wrong way” I call and can be almost impossible to hide my laugh.

“Wrong way? I wasn't a long time at home but I know where our kitchen is.”

“But we will not now need the kitchen. Come with me!” I say, take his hand and led him into our bedroom.

Sudden understanding illuminates his face, but he really knows what I intend with him? I have long been prepared for everything and I have thought through 1000 times…

In the bedroom I have not changed much, only the blinds closed, a few candles set. Not more, it could betray him too much.

Arrived in the bedroom I slowly take his clothes off. I pull off the shirt over his head and give him a little kiss on his chest. Not more but I know that he would have liked more, I can feel it. I push him on the bed and remove his trousers and socks.

Still he doesn't know what is played here and he also can't understand why I do not take off his underpants. For me it's difficult to restrain myself, especially when I see his excitement and more…

“Can you explain me what this has to do with eating?” he ask.

I only reciprocate: “Have patience my love. You trust me?” And I pull out two black satin shawls and begin his hands to shackle on the bed.

The expression on his face is not to describe. I know he loves bondage but he doesn’t know what to expect yet.

I pull out a third shawl and say to him:” Okay, you have the choice. Should I bind up you the mouth or the eyes? Choose wisely, because you decide so, what you expected.”

“You’re such a little witch!” he responds:” That’s such a difficult decision. I’m not sure … but okay – bind up my eyes.”

“Good choice” I say and begin to bind up his eyes. A last kiss of his luscious lips and I leave him alone.

“Hey what’s this? Where you darling? Come back to me!” I have to laugh when I hear his call but now I quickly pull myself out and get the prepared food and a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom I put the tray beside the bed gently, crawl in the same and begin to touch him with my naked body. “Meal is ready my love” I whisper into his ear.

“I can hardly wait „he whispers back and he tried to kiss me. “No darling” I back away:” First, is eaten!”

When I bow me about him to take a glass of wine, my nipples touch his bare upper body and immediately I feel how much he is excited again.

I put the glass to his lips and let him drink. But I’m too rushed and a lot of wine spill. It runs him on the chin, the neck to his chest. “I’m also thirsty“I say and begin to lick the wine from him. It taste delicious and I lick yet, as nothing more there was wine.

“Yeah Baby” he just moans and seems to have as much fun as I.

I bow me again over him to take a few strawberries and a bowl with chocolate sauce. I dip the strawberries in the sauce and begin to feed him so. But it’s too much sauce and it drop from the strawberries on his body.

That's give me an idea. I dip my finger into the chocolate sauce and begin to give them to him. Now he is so heated up, I can feel that he can no longer dominate. But he is tied up - what could he do? My fingers touching his mouth and I let him lick the chocolate sauce. “I really love chocolate” he says: „But more I would love it, if I could see you at moment.” “No chance” I reply: „You has chosen the blindfold. “

I still take a bit chocolate sauce and spread it again over his body - a bit deeper this time. I undress his underpants and wow, I really love what I see. Give this a kiss but just a little. I like to play a little longer…

But I have made the statement without him – he’s so incredibly excited now that I'm scared that he no longer can dominate.

“Okay” I sigh “Let’s come to the end” I liberate his hands, attach myself to him and the chocolate sauce feels good on our bodies. He’s so sweat, he’s so excited and now I can feel him between my legs. Now I'm the one the groans: „Oh please come in me now. Can’t wait longer!”

To these words he has only maintained. He takes me like never before. And all that I can think now is “OMG! OMG! OMG! Let it never end!!! “

But nothing is infinite, and sometime we are side by side, dripping with sweat and chocolate sauce, breathing heavily and exhausted.

He looks at me and says “Thanks for this fantastic welcome. But tell me, what did you with me if I would have chosen to bandage the mouth?” I grin at him: “You have to watch when I eat all the chocolate alone and not shared with you C..”

 

 

 

 

 

Green tea

 

I arrive punctually the airport and am enrolled at the VIP check-in. In one hour, the private jet starts and I will be responsible for the care of passengers. Yesterday evening I only know that I should accompany the band C. on their flight from Lille to Zaventem. An absolute godsend for me because I worked since a short time for "VIP flights", which have specialized it to convey flight escort for VIPs. So far I haven't really assist a famous celebrity on a flight. This will normally be posted stewardesses with more experience. But it's ill a colleague and I will fly now.

I am a little nervous, because C. are absolute superstars. Hopefully I will not make mistakes and everything runs smoothly from.

After I've stood on the security check, I go to the private jet, enrolled in the service and take forward final instructions.

Even half an hour until departure and I once again check the cabin and the galley.

Shortly afterwards, the band arrives, I welcome they - still a bit nervous - and present myself.

The Four are very nice, say hello and tell me that they never had a personal flight attendant and this is a kind of bonus to the tour management, so they relaxed come from concert to concert.

Every one of them seeks a seat and soon the machine starts.

I ask the band members whether somebody something to eat or drink wishes. But only G. wants a coffee and J. a bottle of mineral water. W. seems to listen to music over headphones and has closed the eyes - or he is asleep? And C. writes something and it's so deepened that I don't wish to disturb him.

I serve the drinks and then pull me back into the galley to prepare a few snacks.

Suddenly C. stands in the door and asks: "Can I please have a cup of green tea? It need not be immediate, as I see you're busy at the moment."

"Oh no, I'm ready for him immediately and bring him to her place. But finally I'm there. It only takes a moment. "

He nods to me, saying: "Thank you!" And disappears again.

My knees are suddenly buttery soft and in my head stays back just a picture, a picture of the best blue eyes I ever saw. These eyes have the color of deep mountain lakes, and I suddenly want to lose me in these forever.

"Oh my God, what I'm doing here?" I silently with myself "This is absolutely unprofessional. Pull yourself together! "

I'm ready with the tea for C. as fast as I can. But at the thought, now this must be served, and again to look into these eyes, I'm not just nervous, now I've downright butterflies in the stomach. "Pull yourself together now!" I say again to me and make me on the path.

The remaining band members now all seem to sleep, only C. sees me expectantly, and now I will still nervous. This man has an aura, as I've never had or experienced before. So slowly I can understand why this band is so successful. Not only because of the really good music, but because this man to the masses in its spell by its sole presence.

My hands tremble and abundance to all, the machine just seems to flys through some turbulence and sink from abruptly a few times.

The first time it succeeds me balance me and the cup with hot tea. But the next time air hole me happened an incredible mishap...

The machine sink again, I can't hold me and I pour the hot tea into the lap of C. He yells at: "Aaaah, what fucking shit!"

I'm so scared, I stand there like struck by lightening and dare not to him. I'm so embarrassed the whole thing and I know at the moment, I've just worked the last time for my company. Such a mistake will definitely not be tolerated.

Nevertheless, I try to save what is to rescue and apologize: "Oh, Mr. M. I'm so sorry, that was unforgivable. Please excuse my clumsiness." In anticipation of a huge thunder weather I stand before him. But he's suddenly very quiet, stands and begins to undress his soaked pants. With a crooked grin, he goes to me and says: "No problem, the air hole was not your fault. Only can you please try these trousers to dry? When we arrive, finally, I don't want half naked running down the gangway. "

"No problem" I whisper and go back into the kitchen. Once there, I close the door on the other hand, reject me and make me strong allegations. But that doesn't help me now and I have before me a little more than an hour flight. So I take myself together as much as possible, although I wants prefer to cry.

In the galley, I think an iron and this I now get out and make me out to dry ironing the trousers of C.

While I ironing now I really start to cry and my tears dripping steadily on C.’s trousers. "Oh man" I mumble "so I never get these stupid pants dry!"

I seem to need quite long, because C. is suddenly in the kitchen and asks: "Hey, what about my trousers, you can do it in time to dry them?" Then I can't answer because I'm now even more intense start to cry. Fortunately, I stand with my back to him so he can't see my face and my tears.

But already I hear him come to me and suddenly I feel his warm breath on my neck. Solidify, and I don't know what I should do. Running away is impossible - we're finally in an airplane. My God, how happy I'm now would hide in a mouse hole.

It covers my shoulders and spins me gently. I look to the ground and suddenly ashamed of my tears. This situation is so bizarre, I've probably just lost my job, but this man touched me and suddenly runs comforting showers on my back. C. submits one of his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his face.

"Why you cry?" he asks me "You have no reason to do so, I've already said, it's all okay. So stop it. We will all drown in this airplane, if you continue cry. "

I look to see again those incredible eyes, but still I can't stop crying. C. bends over me, his lips close to my face and he starts to kiss me away my tears. I stand completely motionless, I don't know what just happened here, but I know - I want more of it! Forget my tears, forget the lost job. All I know is: I want that man! And this now!

Apparently that seems to be exactly the same approach in C., his kisses now are harder, more demanding. So as if he had just waited on my Okay. I have given him one? Definitely not with words, but he seems to feel how much I desire him. His lips on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. I kiss him back, but I soon notice - this is not enough, now I want all from him.

Be solved from his embrace, close the door of the galley and turn the key in the castle - is one. After a second I'm back and this time I'm there, which starts to kiss C. violently. "Mmmmh" is all he groans, we understand ourselves without words.

I urge him against the refrigerator - is not much space in the narrow galley - and tear the shirt from his body literally. I buried my face in his hairy chest, leaking him, bite him gently into his nipples. C. retaliates and ruptures my blouse and starts massaging my breasts pleasurably with his hands. Now escapes me out a loud moan and I pull his head between my breasts, so that he can kiss me there and lick. C. spoils me with so much feeling that I almost can't dominate. His lips are moving gently down on my body and soon he has not yet reached undressed zones. Without many words, he opens up my skirt, lets it fall to the ground and take before my slip then. He holds him with his teeth and pulls it from me in this way. I must admit, this man knows what women want - he is the perfect seducer…

I must not much pull off from C. - his trousers are still wet on the table. It remains only his underpants. I pull off it with much pleasure and not without to kiss him on his most intimate place.

We both are naked and we both know what happens next. A lot of time to landing we will no longer have, but we both want to finish this thing before the aircraft starts to land. C. again, takes the initiative and pushes me against the table now. The same table on which are still waiting his trousers for the drying. At the moment it does not matter to both of us.

He throws me on the table almost, begins again to kiss my breasts and at the same time pushing my legs apart. Special efforts must not, however, because I go to it willingly, he finally penetrates into me.

He lifts my ass and finally, finally I feel him in me. Slowly he begins to move in me and I groan at once. Indescribable, what wonderful feelings it triggers in me. But C. seems to enjoy the whole thing just to close by the expression on his face.

We heat on us with our movements and touches, so long as we can no longer hold out.

And really, just a short time later, we come - almost simultaneously - and the tension in our bodies now discharges at an incredible force. C. collapses on me and I feel also close to fainting.

A few minutes we are still so on top of each other, totally exhausted, wet and sweated after breath wringing.

But the pilot announced over loudspeakers that we will land in a few minutes and we have a fright. Wordless we dress ourselves, our clothing is completely wrinkled - and C.’s pants are still wet. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, whispers: "Thank you!" and is disappeared.

Slowly I begin to thinking clear again, I put my clothes, clean up the galley and begin to say "Goodbye" to my job. First, I douse the passengers with their drinks and then I lay them flat in the galley. Employees like me, can my employer doesn't use.

I go out of the galley in the cabin, to adopt the band at least - although I don't know how I'll come to C. when I hear him speak: "... I spilled my tea on the trousers. Drying didn't, the iron was broken. ... Complaint to the charter company ...“

My heart sinks into the bottomless. Although C. not mentioned, that I've spilled the tea but he. complain in any case. Ciao job…

The private-jet lands and we have arrived in Zavantem. I stand at the open door and say "Goodbye" too the band and would love to once again begin to cry.

After the mandatory cleanup on board, I cross the security check, call a taxi and let me go to my reserved hotel room.

Arrived at the hotel, I just jump under the shower and then immediately put me into bed.

I can’t sleep! C. is anchored firmly in my head. His eyes, his smile, his incredible charisma…

And now even the phone rings - my employer!

I make me focus on the worst, but my boss just says: “Excuse the late disturbance N. I know that the flight was exhausting. I just wanted to notify you that the band was very happy with you and C. personally has committed you for the entire tour as his personal flight attendant! "

 

 

Nicole, I am now in dire need of chocolate and a quick plane trip somewhere:wink3::laugh3:

I enjoyed both your stories, I thought they were:sweatdrop::sweatdrop:, well written.

Okay, now I will publish my first two stories. I apologize in advance for my English.

 

And I'll spoiler it because they are not for minors!!!

 

 

 

Chocolate and Bondage…

 

Finally I hear the key in the lock – he’s back! He’s back after so long time.

And then he stands before me, he looks a bit tired but a smile on his face when he sees me. ”Baby, I’m back at home finally! The flight was terrible and all the time I thought of you and our home.” Short break and then he grins at me, with this irresistible way: „Have you miss me?” “OMG, what a question.” I think. He can’t imagine as I've missed him. Especially the nights was terrible for me, I felt so lonely in our big bed…

But all what I just say to him is:” Oh maybe a little bit.”

He looks just flabbergasted, begins to laugh and hug me finally.

Hug me so tight that I think he will never again let go of me and starts kissing my lips, to nibble on my ear… “Stop!” I try to restrain him, because if I don't do, I forget myself and put him flat right here on the spot. And that would be a real shame, because I will spoil the whole surprise would that I had prepared.

So I say:” Hey, stop now, we will have all time of the world for us in the next weeks. You look a bit tired. And how about a little thing to eat for you?”

“Oh darling” he groans: “You don’t love me, how else could you do to me? I desire you so much and you talk about eating! But okay, you’re right. I’m really hungry. “He lets me go and wants to go in the kitchen.

“Wrong way” I call and can be almost impossible to hide my laugh.

“Wrong way? I wasn't a long time at home but I know where our kitchen is.”

“But we will not now need the kitchen. Come with me!” I say, take his hand and led him into our bedroom.

Sudden understanding illuminates his face, but he really knows what I intend with him? I have long been prepared for everything and I have thought through 1000 times…

In the bedroom I have not changed much, only the blinds closed, a few candles set. Not more, it could betray him too much.

Arrived in the bedroom I slowly take his clothes off. I pull off the shirt over his head and give him a little kiss on his chest. Not more but I know that he would have liked more, I can feel it. I push him on the bed and remove his trousers and socks.

Still he doesn't know what is played here and he also can't understand why I do not take off his underpants. For me it's difficult to restrain myself, especially when I see his excitement and more…

“Can you explain me what this has to do with eating?” he ask.

I only reciprocate: “Have patience my love. You trust me?” And I pull out two black satin shawls and begin his hands to shackle on the bed.

The expression on his face is not to describe. I know he loves bondage but he doesn’t know what to expect yet.

I pull out a third shawl and say to him:” Okay, you have the choice. Should I bind up you the mouth or the eyes? Choose wisely, because you decide so, what you expected.”

“You’re such a little witch!” he responds:” That’s such a difficult decision. I’m not sure … but okay – bind up my eyes.”

“Good choice” I say and begin to bind up his eyes. A last kiss of his luscious lips and I leave him alone.

“Hey what’s this? Where you darling? Come back to me!” I have to laugh when I hear his call but now I quickly pull myself out and get the prepared food and a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom I put the tray beside the bed gently, crawl in the same and begin to touch him with my naked body. “Meal is ready my love” I whisper into his ear.

“I can hardly wait „he whispers back and he tried to kiss me. “No darling” I back away:” First, is eaten!”

When I bow me about him to take a glass of wine, my nipples touch his bare upper body and immediately I feel how much he is excited again.

I put the glass to his lips and let him drink. But I’m too rushed and a lot of wine spill. It runs him on the chin, the neck to his chest. “I’m also thirsty“I say and begin to lick the wine from him. It taste delicious and I lick yet, as nothing more there was wine.

“Yeah Baby” he just moans and seems to have as much fun as I.

I bow me again over him to take a few strawberries and a bowl with chocolate sauce. I dip the strawberries in the sauce and begin to feed him so. But it’s too much sauce and it drop from the strawberries on his body.

That's give me an idea. I dip my finger into the chocolate sauce and begin to give them to him. Now he is so heated up, I can feel that he can no longer dominate. But he is tied up - what could he do? My fingers touching his mouth and I let him lick the chocolate sauce. “I really love chocolate” he says: „But more I would love it, if I could see you at moment.” “No chance” I reply: „You has chosen the blindfold. “

I still take a bit chocolate sauce and spread it again over his body - a bit deeper this time. I undress his underpants and wow, I really love what I see. Give this a kiss but just a little. I like to play a little longer…

But I have made the statement without him – he’s so incredibly excited now that I'm scared that he no longer can dominate.

“Okay” I sigh “Let’s come to the end” I liberate his hands, attach myself to him and the chocolate sauce feels good on our bodies. He’s so sweat, he’s so excited and now I can feel him between my legs. Now I'm the one the groans: „Oh please come in me now. Can’t wait longer!”

To these words he has only maintained. He takes me like never before. And all that I can think now is “OMG! OMG! OMG! Let it never end!!! “

But nothing is infinite, and sometime we are side by side, dripping with sweat and chocolate sauce, breathing heavily and exhausted.

He looks at me and says “Thanks for this fantastic welcome. But tell me, what did you with me if I would have chosen to bandage the mouth?” I grin at him: “You have to watch when I eat all the chocolate alone and not shared with you C..”

 

 

 

 

 

Green tea

 

I arrive punctually the airport and am enrolled at the VIP check-in. In one hour, the private jet starts and I will be responsible for the care of passengers. Yesterday evening I only know that I should accompany the band C. on their flight from Lille to Zaventem. An absolute godsend for me because I worked since a short time for "VIP flights", which have specialized it to convey flight escort for VIPs. So far I haven't really assist a famous celebrity on a flight. This will normally be posted stewardesses with more experience. But it's ill a colleague and I will fly now.

I am a little nervous, because C. are absolute superstars. Hopefully I will not make mistakes and everything runs smoothly from.

After I've stood on the security check, I go to the private jet, enrolled in the service and take forward final instructions.

Even half an hour until departure and I once again check the cabin and the galley.

Shortly afterwards, the band arrives, I welcome they - still a bit nervous - and present myself.

The Four are very nice, say hello and tell me that they never had a personal flight attendant and this is a kind of bonus to the tour management, so they relaxed come from concert to concert.

Every one of them seeks a seat and soon the machine starts.

I ask the band members whether somebody something to eat or drink wishes. But only G. wants a coffee and J. a bottle of mineral water. W. seems to listen to music over headphones and has closed the eyes - or he is asleep? And C. writes something and it's so deepened that I don't wish to disturb him.

I serve the drinks and then pull me back into the galley to prepare a few snacks.

Suddenly C. stands in the door and asks: "Can I please have a cup of green tea? It need not be immediate, as I see you're busy at the moment."

"Oh no, I'm ready for him immediately and bring him to her place. But finally I'm there. It only takes a moment. "

He nods to me, saying: "Thank you!" And disappears again.

My knees are suddenly buttery soft and in my head stays back just a picture, a picture of the best blue eyes I ever saw. These eyes have the color of deep mountain lakes, and I suddenly want to lose me in these forever.

"Oh my God, what I'm doing here?" I silently with myself "This is absolutely unprofessional. Pull yourself together! "

I'm ready with the tea for C. as fast as I can. But at the thought, now this must be served, and again to look into these eyes, I'm not just nervous, now I've downright butterflies in the stomach. "Pull yourself together now!" I say again to me and make me on the path.

The remaining band members now all seem to sleep, only C. sees me expectantly, and now I will still nervous. This man has an aura, as I've never had or experienced before. So slowly I can understand why this band is so successful. Not only because of the really good music, but because this man to the masses in its spell by its sole presence.

My hands tremble and abundance to all, the machine just seems to flys through some turbulence and sink from abruptly a few times.

The first time it succeeds me balance me and the cup with hot tea. But the next time air hole me happened an incredible mishap...

The machine sink again, I can't hold me and I pour the hot tea into the lap of C. He yells at: "Aaaah, what fucking shit!"

I'm so scared, I stand there like struck by lightening and dare not to him. I'm so embarrassed the whole thing and I know at the moment, I've just worked the last time for my company. Such a mistake will definitely not be tolerated.

Nevertheless, I try to save what is to rescue and apologize: "Oh, Mr. M. I'm so sorry, that was unforgivable. Please excuse my clumsiness." In anticipation of a huge thunder weather I stand before him. But he's suddenly very quiet, stands and begins to undress his soaked pants. With a crooked grin, he goes to me and says: "No problem, the air hole was not your fault. Only can you please try these trousers to dry? When we arrive, finally, I don't want half naked running down the gangway. "

"No problem" I whisper and go back into the kitchen. Once there, I close the door on the other hand, reject me and make me strong allegations. But that doesn't help me now and I have before me a little more than an hour flight. So I take myself together as much as possible, although I wants prefer to cry.

In the galley, I think an iron and this I now get out and make me out to dry ironing the trousers of C.

While I ironing now I really start to cry and my tears dripping steadily on C.’s trousers. "Oh man" I mumble "so I never get these stupid pants dry!"

I seem to need quite long, because C. is suddenly in the kitchen and asks: "Hey, what about my trousers, you can do it in time to dry them?" Then I can't answer because I'm now even more intense start to cry. Fortunately, I stand with my back to him so he can't see my face and my tears.

But already I hear him come to me and suddenly I feel his warm breath on my neck. Solidify, and I don't know what I should do. Running away is impossible - we're finally in an airplane. My God, how happy I'm now would hide in a mouse hole.

It covers my shoulders and spins me gently. I look to the ground and suddenly ashamed of my tears. This situation is so bizarre, I've probably just lost my job, but this man touched me and suddenly runs comforting showers on my back. C. submits one of his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his face.

"Why you cry?" he asks me "You have no reason to do so, I've already said, it's all okay. So stop it. We will all drown in this airplane, if you continue cry. "

I look to see again those incredible eyes, but still I can't stop crying. C. bends over me, his lips close to my face and he starts to kiss me away my tears. I stand completely motionless, I don't know what just happened here, but I know - I want more of it! Forget my tears, forget the lost job. All I know is: I want that man! And this now!

Apparently that seems to be exactly the same approach in C., his kisses now are harder, more demanding. So as if he had just waited on my Okay. I have given him one? Definitely not with words, but he seems to feel how much I desire him. His lips on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. I kiss him back, but I soon notice - this is not enough, now I want all from him.

Be solved from his embrace, close the door of the galley and turn the key in the castle - is one. After a second I'm back and this time I'm there, which starts to kiss C. violently. "Mmmmh" is all he groans, we understand ourselves without words.

I urge him against the refrigerator - is not much space in the narrow galley - and tear the shirt from his body literally. I buried my face in his hairy chest, leaking him, bite him gently into his nipples. C. retaliates and ruptures my blouse and starts massaging my breasts pleasurably with his hands. Now escapes me out a loud moan and I pull his head between my breasts, so that he can kiss me there and lick. C. spoils me with so much feeling that I almost can't dominate. His lips are moving gently down on my body and soon he has not yet reached undressed zones. Without many words, he opens up my skirt, lets it fall to the ground and take before my slip then. He holds him with his teeth and pulls it from me in this way. I must admit, this man knows what women want - he is the perfect seducer…

I must not much pull off from C. - his trousers are still wet on the table. It remains only his underpants. I pull off it with much pleasure and not without to kiss him on his most intimate place.

We both are naked and we both know what happens next. A lot of time to landing we will no longer have, but we both want to finish this thing before the aircraft starts to land. C. again, takes the initiative and pushes me against the table now. The same table on which are still waiting his trousers for the drying. At the moment it does not matter to both of us.

He throws me on the table almost, begins again to kiss my breasts and at the same time pushing my legs apart. Special efforts must not, however, because I go to it willingly, he finally penetrates into me.

He lifts my ass and finally, finally I feel him in me. Slowly he begins to move in me and I groan at once. Indescribable, what wonderful feelings it triggers in me. But C. seems to enjoy the whole thing just to close by the expression on his face.

We heat on us with our movements and touches, so long as we can no longer hold out.

And really, just a short time later, we come - almost simultaneously - and the tension in our bodies now discharges at an incredible force. C. collapses on me and I feel also close to fainting.

A few minutes we are still so on top of each other, totally exhausted, wet and sweated after breath wringing.

But the pilot announced over loudspeakers that we will land in a few minutes and we have a fright. Wordless we dress ourselves, our clothing is completely wrinkled - and C.’s pants are still wet. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, whispers: "Thank you!" and is disappeared.

Slowly I begin to thinking clear again, I put my clothes, clean up the galley and begin to say "Goodbye" to my job. First, I douse the passengers with their drinks and then I lay them flat in the galley. Employees like me, can my employer doesn't use.

I go out of the galley in the cabin, to adopt the band at least - although I don't know how I'll come to C. when I hear him speak: "... I spilled my tea on the trousers. Drying didn't, the iron was broken. ... Complaint to the charter company ...“

My heart sinks into the bottomless. Although C. not mentioned, that I've spilled the tea but he. complain in any case. Ciao job…

The private-jet lands and we have arrived in Zavantem. I stand at the open door and say "Goodbye" too the band and would love to once again begin to cry.

After the mandatory cleanup on board, I cross the security check, call a taxi and let me go to my reserved hotel room.

Arrived at the hotel, I just jump under the shower and then immediately put me into bed.

I can’t sleep! C. is anchored firmly in my head. His eyes, his smile, his incredible charisma…

And now even the phone rings - my employer!

I make me focus on the worst, but my boss just says: “Excuse the late disturbance N. I know that the flight was exhausting. I just wanted to notify you that the band was very happy with you and C. personally has committed you for the entire tour as his personal flight attendant! "

 

 

:bomb::bomb:

Okay, now I will publish my first two stories. I apologize in advance for my English.

 

And I'll spoiler it because they are not for minors!!!

 

 

 

Chocolate and Bondage…

 

Finally I hear the key in the lock – he’s back! He’s back after so long time.

And then he stands before me, he looks a bit tired but a smile on his face when he sees me. ”Baby, I’m back at home finally! The flight was terrible and all the time I thought of you and our home.” Short break and then he grins at me, with this irresistible way: „Have you miss me?” “OMG, what a question.” I think. He can’t imagine as I've missed him. Especially the nights was terrible for me, I felt so lonely in our big bed…

But all what I just say to him is:” Oh maybe a little bit.”

He looks just flabbergasted, begins to laugh and hug me finally.

Hug me so tight that I think he will never again let go of me and starts kissing my lips, to nibble on my ear… “Stop!” I try to restrain him, because if I don't do, I forget myself and put him flat right here on the spot. And that would be a real shame, because I will spoil the whole surprise would that I had prepared.

So I say:” Hey, stop now, we will have all time of the world for us in the next weeks. You look a bit tired. And how about a little thing to eat for you?”

“Oh darling” he groans: “You don’t love me, how else could you do to me? I desire you so much and you talk about eating! But okay, you’re right. I’m really hungry. “He lets me go and wants to go in the kitchen.

“Wrong way” I call and can be almost impossible to hide my laugh.

“Wrong way? I wasn't a long time at home but I know where our kitchen is.”

“But we will not now need the kitchen. Come with me!” I say, take his hand and led him into our bedroom.

Sudden understanding illuminates his face, but he really knows what I intend with him? I have long been prepared for everything and I have thought through 1000 times…

In the bedroom I have not changed much, only the blinds closed, a few candles set. Not more, it could betray him too much.

Arrived in the bedroom I slowly take his clothes off. I pull off the shirt over his head and give him a little kiss on his chest. Not more but I know that he would have liked more, I can feel it. I push him on the bed and remove his trousers and socks.

Still he doesn't know what is played here and he also can't understand why I do not take off his underpants. For me it's difficult to restrain myself, especially when I see his excitement and more…

“Can you explain me what this has to do with eating?” he ask.

I only reciprocate: “Have patience my love. You trust me?” And I pull out two black satin shawls and begin his hands to shackle on the bed.

The expression on his face is not to describe. I know he loves bondage but he doesn’t know what to expect yet.

I pull out a third shawl and say to him:” Okay, you have the choice. Should I bind up you the mouth or the eyes? Choose wisely, because you decide so, what you expected.”

“You’re such a little witch!” he responds:” That’s such a difficult decision. I’m not sure … but okay – bind up my eyes.”

“Good choice” I say and begin to bind up his eyes. A last kiss of his luscious lips and I leave him alone.

“Hey what’s this? Where you darling? Come back to me!” I have to laugh when I hear his call but now I quickly pull myself out and get the prepared food and a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom I put the tray beside the bed gently, crawl in the same and begin to touch him with my naked body. “Meal is ready my love” I whisper into his ear.

“I can hardly wait „he whispers back and he tried to kiss me. “No darling” I back away:” First, is eaten!”

When I bow me about him to take a glass of wine, my nipples touch his bare upper body and immediately I feel how much he is excited again.

I put the glass to his lips and let him drink. But I’m too rushed and a lot of wine spill. It runs him on the chin, the neck to his chest. “I’m also thirsty“I say and begin to lick the wine from him. It taste delicious and I lick yet, as nothing more there was wine.

“Yeah Baby” he just moans and seems to have as much fun as I.

I bow me again over him to take a few strawberries and a bowl with chocolate sauce. I dip the strawberries in the sauce and begin to feed him so. But it’s too much sauce and it drop from the strawberries on his body.

That's give me an idea. I dip my finger into the chocolate sauce and begin to give them to him. Now he is so heated up, I can feel that he can no longer dominate. But he is tied up - what could he do? My fingers touching his mouth and I let him lick the chocolate sauce. “I really love chocolate” he says: „But more I would love it, if I could see you at moment.” “No chance” I reply: „You has chosen the blindfold. “

I still take a bit chocolate sauce and spread it again over his body - a bit deeper this time. I undress his underpants and wow, I really love what I see. Give this a kiss but just a little. I like to play a little longer…

But I have made the statement without him – he’s so incredibly excited now that I'm scared that he no longer can dominate.

“Okay” I sigh “Let’s come to the end” I liberate his hands, attach myself to him and the chocolate sauce feels good on our bodies. He’s so sweat, he’s so excited and now I can feel him between my legs. Now I'm the one the groans: „Oh please come in me now. Can’t wait longer!”

To these words he has only maintained. He takes me like never before. And all that I can think now is “OMG! OMG! OMG! Let it never end!!! “

But nothing is infinite, and sometime we are side by side, dripping with sweat and chocolate sauce, breathing heavily and exhausted.

He looks at me and says “Thanks for this fantastic welcome. But tell me, what did you with me if I would have chosen to bandage the mouth?” I grin at him: “You have to watch when I eat all the chocolate alone and not shared with you C..”

 

 

 

 

 

Green tea

 

I arrive punctually the airport and am enrolled at the VIP check-in. In one hour, the private jet starts and I will be responsible for the care of passengers. Yesterday evening I only know that I should accompany the band C. on their flight from Lille to Zaventem. An absolute godsend for me because I worked since a short time for "VIP flights", which have specialized it to convey flight escort for VIPs. So far I haven't really assist a famous celebrity on a flight. This will normally be posted stewardesses with more experience. But it's ill a colleague and I will fly now.

I am a little nervous, because C. are absolute superstars. Hopefully I will not make mistakes and everything runs smoothly from.

After I've stood on the security check, I go to the private jet, enrolled in the service and take forward final instructions.

Even half an hour until departure and I once again check the cabin and the galley.

Shortly afterwards, the band arrives, I welcome they - still a bit nervous - and present myself.

The Four are very nice, say hello and tell me that they never had a personal flight attendant and this is a kind of bonus to the tour management, so they relaxed come from concert to concert.

Every one of them seeks a seat and soon the machine starts.

I ask the band members whether somebody something to eat or drink wishes. But only G. wants a coffee and J. a bottle of mineral water. W. seems to listen to music over headphones and has closed the eyes - or he is asleep? And C. writes something and it's so deepened that I don't wish to disturb him.

I serve the drinks and then pull me back into the galley to prepare a few snacks.

Suddenly C. stands in the door and asks: "Can I please have a cup of green tea? It need not be immediate, as I see you're busy at the moment."

"Oh no, I'm ready for him immediately and bring him to her place. But finally I'm there. It only takes a moment. "

He nods to me, saying: "Thank you!" And disappears again.

My knees are suddenly buttery soft and in my head stays back just a picture, a picture of the best blue eyes I ever saw. These eyes have the color of deep mountain lakes, and I suddenly want to lose me in these forever.

"Oh my God, what I'm doing here?" I silently with myself "This is absolutely unprofessional. Pull yourself together! "

I'm ready with the tea for C. as fast as I can. But at the thought, now this must be served, and again to look into these eyes, I'm not just nervous, now I've downright butterflies in the stomach. "Pull yourself together now!" I say again to me and make me on the path.

The remaining band members now all seem to sleep, only C. sees me expectantly, and now I will still nervous. This man has an aura, as I've never had or experienced before. So slowly I can understand why this band is so successful. Not only because of the really good music, but because this man to the masses in its spell by its sole presence.

My hands tremble and abundance to all, the machine just seems to flys through some turbulence and sink from abruptly a few times.

The first time it succeeds me balance me and the cup with hot tea. But the next time air hole me happened an incredible mishap...

The machine sink again, I can't hold me and I pour the hot tea into the lap of C. He yells at: "Aaaah, what fucking shit!"

I'm so scared, I stand there like struck by lightening and dare not to him. I'm so embarrassed the whole thing and I know at the moment, I've just worked the last time for my company. Such a mistake will definitely not be tolerated.

Nevertheless, I try to save what is to rescue and apologize: "Oh, Mr. M. I'm so sorry, that was unforgivable. Please excuse my clumsiness." In anticipation of a huge thunder weather I stand before him. But he's suddenly very quiet, stands and begins to undress his soaked pants. With a crooked grin, he goes to me and says: "No problem, the air hole was not your fault. Only can you please try these trousers to dry? When we arrive, finally, I don't want half naked running down the gangway. "

"No problem" I whisper and go back into the kitchen. Once there, I close the door on the other hand, reject me and make me strong allegations. But that doesn't help me now and I have before me a little more than an hour flight. So I take myself together as much as possible, although I wants prefer to cry.

In the galley, I think an iron and this I now get out and make me out to dry ironing the trousers of C.

While I ironing now I really start to cry and my tears dripping steadily on C.’s trousers. "Oh man" I mumble "so I never get these stupid pants dry!"

I seem to need quite long, because C. is suddenly in the kitchen and asks: "Hey, what about my trousers, you can do it in time to dry them?" Then I can't answer because I'm now even more intense start to cry. Fortunately, I stand with my back to him so he can't see my face and my tears.

But already I hear him come to me and suddenly I feel his warm breath on my neck. Solidify, and I don't know what I should do. Running away is impossible - we're finally in an airplane. My God, how happy I'm now would hide in a mouse hole.

It covers my shoulders and spins me gently. I look to the ground and suddenly ashamed of my tears. This situation is so bizarre, I've probably just lost my job, but this man touched me and suddenly runs comforting showers on my back. C. submits one of his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his face.

"Why you cry?" he asks me "You have no reason to do so, I've already said, it's all okay. So stop it. We will all drown in this airplane, if you continue cry. "

I look to see again those incredible eyes, but still I can't stop crying. C. bends over me, his lips close to my face and he starts to kiss me away my tears. I stand completely motionless, I don't know what just happened here, but I know - I want more of it! Forget my tears, forget the lost job. All I know is: I want that man! And this now!

Apparently that seems to be exactly the same approach in C., his kisses now are harder, more demanding. So as if he had just waited on my Okay. I have given him one? Definitely not with words, but he seems to feel how much I desire him. His lips on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. I kiss him back, but I soon notice - this is not enough, now I want all from him.

Be solved from his embrace, close the door of the galley and turn the key in the castle - is one. After a second I'm back and this time I'm there, which starts to kiss C. violently. "Mmmmh" is all he groans, we understand ourselves without words.

I urge him against the refrigerator - is not much space in the narrow galley - and tear the shirt from his body literally. I buried my face in his hairy chest, leaking him, bite him gently into his nipples. C. retaliates and ruptures my blouse and starts massaging my breasts pleasurably with his hands. Now escapes me out a loud moan and I pull his head between my breasts, so that he can kiss me there and lick. C. spoils me with so much feeling that I almost can't dominate. His lips are moving gently down on my body and soon he has not yet reached undressed zones. Without many words, he opens up my skirt, lets it fall to the ground and take before my slip then. He holds him with his teeth and pulls it from me in this way. I must admit, this man knows what women want - he is the perfect seducer…

I must not much pull off from C. - his trousers are still wet on the table. It remains only his underpants. I pull off it with much pleasure and not without to kiss him on his most intimate place.

We both are naked and we both know what happens next. A lot of time to landing we will no longer have, but we both want to finish this thing before the aircraft starts to land. C. again, takes the initiative and pushes me against the table now. The same table on which are still waiting his trousers for the drying. At the moment it does not matter to both of us.

He throws me on the table almost, begins again to kiss my breasts and at the same time pushing my legs apart. Special efforts must not, however, because I go to it willingly, he finally penetrates into me.

He lifts my ass and finally, finally I feel him in me. Slowly he begins to move in me and I groan at once. Indescribable, what wonderful feelings it triggers in me. But C. seems to enjoy the whole thing just to close by the expression on his face.

We heat on us with our movements and touches, so long as we can no longer hold out.

And really, just a short time later, we come - almost simultaneously - and the tension in our bodies now discharges at an incredible force. C. collapses on me and I feel also close to fainting.

A few minutes we are still so on top of each other, totally exhausted, wet and sweated after breath wringing.

But the pilot announced over loudspeakers that we will land in a few minutes and we have a fright. Wordless we dress ourselves, our clothing is completely wrinkled - and C.’s pants are still wet. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, whispers: "Thank you!" and is disappeared.

Slowly I begin to thinking clear again, I put my clothes, clean up the galley and begin to say "Goodbye" to my job. First, I douse the passengers with their drinks and then I lay them flat in the galley. Employees like me, can my employer doesn't use.

I go out of the galley in the cabin, to adopt the band at least - although I don't know how I'll come to C. when I hear him speak: "... I spilled my tea on the trousers. Drying didn't, the iron was broken. ... Complaint to the charter company ...“

My heart sinks into the bottomless. Although C. not mentioned, that I've spilled the tea but he. complain in any case. Ciao job…

The private-jet lands and we have arrived in Zavantem. I stand at the open door and say "Goodbye" too the band and would love to once again begin to cry.

After the mandatory cleanup on board, I cross the security check, call a taxi and let me go to my reserved hotel room.

Arrived at the hotel, I just jump under the shower and then immediately put me into bed.

I can’t sleep! C. is anchored firmly in my head. His eyes, his smile, his incredible charisma…

And now even the phone rings - my employer!

I make me focus on the worst, but my boss just says: “Excuse the late disturbance N. I know that the flight was exhausting. I just wanted to notify you that the band was very happy with you and C. personally has committed you for the entire tour as his personal flight attendant! "

 

 

Well..........now I'm def. dead!:bomb::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop:

Whoa! Pervy stories! :helmet:

:curtain:

 

Hi guys! Sorry I havn't posted for gages :(, I will be doing Chapter Thriteen of 'Come Back And Look For Me' in the next few days! :)

new fanfic coming soon!! :D!!

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

CHAPTER 1.

 

 

 

 

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

 

CHAPTER 1.

JUNE 19, 1999

 

 

Chris finally made his way to Heather's house. Key under the mat, he thought. Chris got the key, and eventually got the door open. The place was black. He smiled, realizing where she was waiting for him. He attempted to run up the stairs as fast as he could. Shit. Left or right? Heather had some geeky roommate that he'd never met, but automatically hated her from hearing about her. She must've been in one of the bedrooms. Door number one or two? His head was pounding and he needed to lie down fast, so, he quickly picked door number one. There she was. Dressed in just a white tank top and underwear, fast asleep. Chris thought about how he was going to approach this, and eventually just went right for her. He crawled onto the bed and ran his finger over her leg. She stirred. Chris kissed the back of her head, trying to calmly wake her up. She finally turned around, her eyes widened and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Chris screamed back, too drunk to know what was going on. He felt something long and thin whack him in the chin, and just like that he flew off the bed. Going with his instincts, he tried to run. Left, no right, then left again. Eventually he got to the stairs, missed five steps and crashed all the way down. The mystery woman had stopped screaming at the top of the stairs. Chris moaned in pain. “W...what the hell?”

The woman appeared over him as he held onto his now bleeding forehead. She unfortunately had a long white robe on now. “Looking for Heather?” She said with her arms crossed. “I'll get you some ice.”

Did Heather move and not tell me? No, I was just here two days ago. Is this woman from the FBI or something?

Chris tried to be nice to this woman, afraid she'd unleash hell on his face again. He sat down on the couch and wiped a drop of blood of his chin, as the woman did something in the kitchen. “Who are you?”

“Grace Kurtman. I'm Heather's roommate.”

Couldn't be. Heather told me she was a fat geek. This woman had amazing body. Especially those legs. “I'm-”

“I know who you are.” she had an ice pack in one hand, and a damp towel in the other. “You're Chris Martin. Heather's boyfriend.” she said boyfriend a little quieter, for some reason Chris didn't get.

Chris closed his eyes as the freezing cold ice relieved the burning all over his head. He remembered why he got this way in the first place. “Sorry, I, um-”

She chuckled. “Sorry I kicked your ass.” Her eyes were the brightest hazel he'd ever seen.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. “What are you majoring in?”

She smiled. “Illustration and painting. You?”

“Global studies, but, I have a band.”

“Of course you do.”

Something was off about this chick.

“So, where is Heather?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Where she is every night, even school nights. Clubbing.”

“Ah.” Chris nodded intently. “She said she was going to be here.”

“She says lots of things.”

Puzzled, Chris furrowed his brow. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Grace dropped the rag on the couch and started pacing the floor. “I know guys like you. Hell, I know you. The guy that just sleeps with every girl and doesn't call them the next day. I'm not fond of people like you.”

Chris got more comfortable, leaning back in his seat. “And I'm not fond of people like you.”

She clearly took offense, folding her arms. “Excuse me?”

He shook a finger. “I don't know if this is true, but, Heather tells me all you wear are sweatshirts and long jeans, and you don't talk to anyone. From just meeting you now, and seeing much more of you than many people had, you are a beautiful woman with a lot of potential.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. Eventually, she rolled her eyes and threw the rag at him. “Time for you to go.”

“Why? I thought we had a moment there.”

She mowed him towards the door. “I know what you were doing. Trying to sleep with me well I'm sorry, I'm not like your other girlfriends.”

“Why? Cause you're brunette”

“Smart.” And she slammed the door on his face.

 

 

 

 

hope you like it! :D