Boyfriend stealer

"You have a horrible taste in guys, Nay nay. They're like, badboys. The baddest of the bad. They're bad news, Nay." Jaswyn warned her dazed friend.

"Haven't you heard the saying, Jazzy? Good girls are usually attracted to bad boys." She told her with a pointed gaze. Her friend scoffed.

"But you're not a good girl." Jaswyn responded earning a dramatic gasp from the latter. It was true though. Yes, Naiari was a sweetheart. She was kind, she was intelligent, she was friendly, but she wasn't innocent. She was one of those Virgin girls with the mind of a whore and she wasn't ashamed about it. She was more educated about the sexual things than Jaswyn who had absolutely no clue about sex or anything revolving around it.

"What do you mean? I'm an innocent, kind, soul." Jaswyn laughed at her words.

"I'm gonna talk to him though. I just need a perfect opportunity." She rubbed her hands together with a smirk making its way on her plump, red lips. She frowned as a hand came and picked up one of her fries. Jaswyn chuckled lowly as she chewed the fry slowly.

"Okay, tell me, how is 'Hello, you're so handsome and your pants are just the perfect fit for you. Can we have sex?' gonna work? Please do share, because from what I'm understanding you have about as much chance with that as a cat learning how to bark." Jaswyn replied, her brows arched at Naiari with a humorously exaggerated disbelief.

"That's why you're the shy and innocent girl in this duo, my dear," Naiari retorted playfully, grinning confidently, "See, with my personality and this amazing body," she paused to do a mock-twirl in her seat, gesturing at her physique in a satirical display of vanity, "Who wouldn't fall head over heels?"

"But really, Naia, all joking aside," Jaswyn's voice suddenly lost its earlier humor as she held her friend's gaze, "Be careful with him, yeah? You and I both know you deserve so much better."

"Oh, here we go with your lectures again." Naiari sighed, dramatically leaning her head back.

Despite the supposed annoyance, Naiari's eyes belied her real feelings; fondness, deep and true, for the girl in front of her who was always ready to play the protective big sister role.

Jaswyn stole another of Naiari's fries, earning another scowl from her. The light skinned shrugged with a wink, chewing her pilfered snack with relish.

"But Jazzy," She finally said, speaking through mouthfuls, "That's exactly it. I deserve the best. And I always get what I want." She wanted Dashiel Rogers and she was sure she would get him.

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He pulled her closer to him by the waist as he deepened the kiss. It felt like he wanted to swallow her whole and she wasn't sure if she could keep up. His grip on her waist tightened and she held back a wince. Everyone knew Dashiel Rogers was rough when it came to sex and wasn't that what she wanted?

He sucked on her tongue as he fumbled with his zipper. She couldn't hold back a wince this time when he harshly bit her bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth. He cupped the back of her head as he kissed her fully again and mumbled onto their joined lips, "Jump."

She did as told and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she tried leading the kiss. Their tongues swirled together as his hands trailed up from under her skirt and brushed her clothed sex. She moaned into the kiss as he continued to rub her clothed clit. He pushed her panties aside and plunged a finger into her. She eagerly rode his fingers, seeking her release. His fingers went in and out of her pussy. In, out, in, out in and out, but it ended quicker than she liked. She whined, feeling annoyed that she was cut off from her release when Dashiel, without warning thrusted into her with full force. Her lips parted in shock and pleasure as he thrusted in and out of her harder than the last.His thrusts are hard and uncalculated showing her absolutely no mercy, but she loved it.

He squeezed her breasts through the uniform as he picked up his speed. She whimpered, tugging at his hair as she tried to kiss him. Dashiel turned his face away and pulled out. She slipped down his body, exhausted but definitely not satisfied, a pout on her lips as he stuffed his dick back into his pants.

As Dashiel neatly tucked in his uniform and adjusted his tousled hair, he stole a final, nonchalant glance at the girl. Despite the look of desperate anticipation that lingered on her flushed face, her name completely escaped his memory. It had gotten lost, in all the heat and hurry of the past few moments.

With an icy detachment, he straightened his posture and nonchalantly mumbled an off-handed farewell. Then, he quietly left the storage room, closing the door behind him, shutting off that hushed haven of fervor.

His walk towards his next class was a blur. There were indistinct voices in the background, faces merging and blending in a haze.

The classroom door creaked slightly as he pushed it open. The ongoing lecture in the class paused, a cluster of heads swiveling in his direction. Dashiel felt a faint irritation at their undisguised curiosity, as if their unassuming gazes were poking and prodding at the fading vestiges of the recent fervor he just experienced.

"Late again, Mr Rogers." The teacher sighed, taking off his glasses. Dashiel walked off, not interested in listening to the rest of his upcoming talks and the man glared at his retreating form.