8

((Author note: Don't mind the Chapter things you read below. Sorry for miss numbering of chapter))

"I'm not entirely sure we should be doing this." I said cautiously as Nicole worked her shirt over her head.

"Oh, relax, will you? It's the last day of school. No one's gonna even check the school." Nicole purred in response, grinding her topless body against mine. "Now where were we?"

I grinned at her as I undid the button on my pants. "What's gotten into you?"

"I'm just excited," she simply answered as she sank down to her knees in front of me, undoing the zipper. I leaned back against the workout machine, smiling in excitement. "Summer's here. No more school, no more responsibilities for a whole season. Just you and me. And I would say we've earned some alone time, wouldn't you, hotshot?"

I wasn't in any kind of position to say no. I couldn't help but stroke her hair and she slowly, sensually pulled down my pants. I know that she was trying to pull off the spontaneous horny vixen act, but even amongst all that, I coudn't think about anything but how cute she was. Her hair, reaching the floor given her current position, perfectly framed her cute face in every way, from every angle. It seemed impossible. The whole situation seemed impossible. Why me? I was a geek, if not something of a reformed geek that had some muscle and style. Was that all it took? Hell, she liked me from the beginning. And it wasn't my looks, it wasn't my dick or anything… I didn't get it.

Nicole was about to fish my cokc out of my underwear when she stopped. "Something wrong, squirt?" she asked playfully as she started rubbing me through my underwear.

"Why me?" I asked. "Why did you decide to go after me? I'm not good-looking, I was awkward, I was shy. I was clearly a virgin. What made you think to yourself, 'yeah, I want that guy'?"

"Ah, is this what we're doing today?" Nicole grinned as she took my underwear off. She caressed my shaft lovingly with her free hand. "Great timing."

"I just want to know. There must have been something there." I replied, trying to ignore the sensations going through me as Nicole took me into her mouth for the first time. I looked down to see her beautiful blue eyes drinking in my enjoyment, sparkling. I bet she was enjoying watching me try to downplay the sensations I was feeling, trying to look impervious to her efforts as she wore down my resolve.

She took me out of her mouth and chuckled to herself. "You want the truth?"

"That's why I asked." I replied, as coolly as I could.

Nicole smiled slyly at me and placed a hand on my shaft, beginning to jack me off at a painfully slow rate. "I wanted to scare you."

"Huh?"

"Think about it." She increased her pace slightly. "You were blazing 'clueless freshman' in neon lights. After snapping you for the school paper, I was frankly about to leave. The only reason I stayed around was because you needed a ride."

I winced. She was increasing her pace more. Nicole noticed my wince and her smile got larger. She stopped her motions to spit on my shaft, then kept rubbing, making the handjob more wet and slippery.

"When I pulled out my tits, it was only because you were so bewildered with everything." Nicole continued smugly.

"So you were trying to scare me away?" I asked her, trying to keep my breathing under control.

She gave a single chuckle. "I didn't quite know what you'd do. I wasn't counting on you being brave enough to actually go for it."

"Have you done it before?"

She thought to herself for a second. "I sure never got that far with a freshman in the car before. There were a few I've driven home that immediately touched my tits or something. One even pulled his dick out and told me to suck it. Cheeky lil' dude. Emphasis on lil'." She stopped jacking me off for a second. "It definitely was a good idea to wait for me to demand it. You may notice, I get horny pretty easily." At that, she took me back into her mouth and gave me a wink. "Any more questions?" she asked in between sucks.

She was definitely weakening my resolve, but I was determined to keep my cool. "You still never answered me. Why me? That was just a one-time thing. But I feel like I became your personal pet after that. What made you… know… keep me?"

Keep me. Wowee. How's it going, Captain Beta? It felt good to know I had so many ways of saying, 'I feel inferior to you.' Luckily, Nicole just smiled, a smile I could feel given I was in her mouth.

"You like making me say stuff, don't you?" she asked with a playful lilt in her voice. "Because you're attractive, you jackass. Because I want you. I don't think it's something you can explain."

A surge of adrenaline bolted through me. "Like love?" I asked.

Nicole looked up at me fiercely, then her eyes immediately softened. "We're not talking about that here, do you understand?" she asked me. "I would have thought that this would be enough to distract you." She returned her hand to my shaft and kept pumping.

"It only makes it more prominent in my mind." I playfully retorted.

Nicole grinned. "What a sucker. Get a crush on Nicole, why don't you? It's just gonna mean heartbreak for you." She replied, staring at my dick. "Have I ever mentioned what a great cock you have? I fucking love it."

"Get a crush on my dick, why don't you?" I replied slyly.

Nicole gave me that cute little smile girls give where they stick out their tongue slightly. "If I could fucking marry your dick, I would, dude. I'm super glad that you happened to be so attractive to me. To think, I almost missed out on this dick…"

"How did you almost miss out on it? We're here now."

"There have been so many incidents this year where we almost stopped having sex. Do I need to list them?" she replied dryly.

"I wouldn't have given up on you though." I told her sincerely. "Not in a million years. I would never forget you, and I would never stop chasing you."

She stopped jacking me off and stood up, standing in front of me, staring me right in the eyes. Suddenly, she gave me a kiss.

"You're cute." she told me simply, with just too little emotion for me to not believe she was hiding her true tone. She sank back down to her knees. "By the way, if that kiss tasted weird, that would probably be your own dick." She winked at me as she popped my dick back into her mouth. With her free hand, she started saying something in what looked like sign language.

"I don't understand, are you saying something?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and took her mouth off my dick. "I was trying to tell you to stop talking, at this rate I'll have graduated before I finish sucking you off. Quit asking about our history and just enjoy yourself."

As she finished her sentence, she took my dick, yet again, back into her mouth and seemed to seal the deal by applying a little extra suction than usual. It hurt a tad, but it also felt weirdly good. I sighed and gripped the machine behind me tighter as I closed my eyes. Nicole's blowjobs were always something else. It's like she had this psychic link to me, always knowing exactly what buttons to push and when. She'd pick up speed when I wanted her to go faster, slow down when I got more sensitive, and accommodate anything I could have asked for. I never had to say 'faster' or 'slower' or anything. In fact, usually the only thing that came out of my mouth was something like…

"Oh my God, Nicole." I panted. "This is fucking amazing."

She simply giggled onto my dick in response as her hands started affectionately playing with my thighs. Her eyes closed in concentration as she focused all of her efforts into making me feel good. She tapped into my psyche and knew exactly what I wanted, delivering with every swift action. It wasn't too much of a stretch to say that her mouth was heavenly, and soon my panting turned into slight squirms and little mouth noises, each one no doubt very much enjoyed by Nicole.

"F-fuck…" I muttered as I felt my orgasm approaching. Nicole, as clairvoyant as ever, sensed this and doubled her efforts, to the point where I was audibly repeating 'oh' over and over.

"Nicole, this is-!!" I barely got out. In response, she gave me a thumbs-up, not even opening her eyes as she coaxed the last little bit of resistance out of me, seducing my whole being with her mouth. Like a proverbial succubus, she reduced me to absolutely nothing as my long-awaited orgasm hit me like a train, washing over my entire body like a euphoric wave. I couldn't control the things coming from my mouth, though I heard, "Nicole, I love you so much" flowing out of there amongst the various sounds. Cum erupted from my cock after shooting its way through my dick, which of course Nicole took without breaking her stride. If she wanted to suck my soul out through my dick she could have right there – as a matter of fact, shortly after, my legs couldn't help but give out.

Nicole quickly swallowed what I gave her before helping me to the ground. "Woah, you okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

I panted heavily. "Next time… if we're… if we're gonna… gonna fuck… we should… not do it… after a full workout." I wheezed. Nicole grinned and got to her feet.

"Maybe next time you could return the favor then." she offered playfully. "It's been too long since I've been eaten out."

"H-hey, I mean… I'd be glad…" I weakly panted, not even fully conscious at this point. Given the lack of consciousness, my pants hitting me in the face sent me to the floor.

"Wow, you are weak. I think my blowjobs have biblical power." Nicole commented after throwing my pants at me, putting her shirt back on. "Now come on, you baby. Unless you plan on returning the favor, let's go home. I got chores and shit to do."

"Yeh…" I mumbled. "Greh…"

"Boy, I really did a number on you." she shook her head. "You normally can at least speak. I'm going to the washroom for a bit. When I come out, I want you on the school's front steps, fully awake. Unless you need something now."

"Nah, I'll be good…" I mumbled, beginning to snap back to reality. I raised my head back up. There we go, gravity.

"Cool, see you in a bit then, squirt." Nicole tossed behind her as she left. "Good job today."

"You too…" I mumbled as I slowly stood up. I shook my head a couple of times and blinked. There we go. Unobstructed sight, was I glad to have you back. I picked up my underwear, slipping it on, followed by my pants. Taking my school bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I left the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind me. I took a few seconds to look at the room, smiling at the varied memories Nicole and I shared in that weights room. I had to say, I had really good body image now. When the year had started, I hated looking at myself in the mirror. I looked – no, felt like a failure. Now, I wasn't a failure. I was a process. A constant goal. A reason to get up tomorrow. I loved seeing my progress for myself, and I loved bonding with Nicole over it. It was scary how powerful she was, though. My muscles may have looked bigger thanks to my semester-long training, but she must have had more muscles… somewhere. She didn't really look muscular, but that didn't stop her from being weirdly strong.

My strong girl. I found myself grinning like an idiot again as I walked through the main hallway. I stopped in front of the counsellor's office and my smile vanished.

My strong girl… I sure hoped so. I shivered. I wonder when Salvador's words would come to fruition. Maybe she would have to come to the school over the summer. Maybe she'd know it was me, and hate me. I shook my head. Whatever, she was going to get help. She was strong, but there was no shame in asking for help up if you've been knocked down, right?

I opened the school's front door and breathed in the spring air. I was in heaven. Winter was my favorite season, but spring smelled so amazing. Flowers, cut grass, pollen, fresh air, sometimes you could even smell the sunlight. It smelled like life. Smiling to myself, I watched a breeze carry some sort of flower's spore or something cross the sky.

The spore travelled past a telephone pole or something. I glanced up at the wires. I didn't even fully recognize this was here. I guess I got used to it. I looked the pole up and down. There were a couple of posters, one or two talking about electrical safety or someth-

I froze. A 'missing' poster. I couldn't see any of the words besides 'missing,' but the person on the poster looked familiar. I found myself forgetting my weakness as I ran up to the poster. I didn't like recognizing someone on a 'missing' poster of all things.

'Pierce Jennett.' It was Pierce. It was fucking Pierce. Pierce was missing. My old high school bully, the guy I got to see once again before he all but vanished again. He said in time I would come to like him again or some shit. I wasn't exactly his biggest fan, needless to say, especially given he made my life up until this point hell. Hell, I didn't like him. But I wouldn't want him to go missing.

"You okay?" came the voice of Nicole behind me. I heard footsteps approach me, and saw a shadow of Nicole's head appear next to mine.

"The missing poster." I croaked. My throat was dry, but I didn't really have any hint of sadness or anything to my voice. Just… numb.

"Ah, Pierce, huh? Yeah, he went to our school for like two weeks. Beat the shit out of someone and got expelled. Apparently he was a problem kid."

Looks like old habits died hard. "So what, do you think he ran away from home or something?"

Nicole studied the poster. "Not recently. Looks like the poster is from a few weeks after he got expelled. So this baby is a few months old."

A few months. He was gone for a few months? "Was he found?" I asked. I was floored I didn't hear about this in my school.

Nicole shrugged. "Probably not. Usually posters don't stick around after someone gets found. I guess he's still out there somewhere. Or like, dead or something."

My mouth went dry again. Dead. I hadn't even considered that. I felt myself going dizzy with confusion. Pierce. Such an important guy in my life for all the wrong reasons, was missing for several months and maybe dead, and I didn't even know.

"Hey, sorry. Relax." Nicole piped up, noting my silence. "I just think out loud a lot. He's probably not dead. Just ran away or something. You know, problem kid. Happens all the time." She looked back to the poster. "Is he a friend of yours?"

I stared at the poster for a bit longer. "No." I answered honestly. "I just don't like the idea of him not ever getting to return home."

"Yeah, I know that feeling." Nicole quietly added. Snapping out of my own feelings, I realized I was beginning to hurt hers. I slowly grabbed her hand and held it, stroking supportively. She looked at me and smiled shyly in response.

"Would you like to get out of here?" I asked.

"Thought you'd never ask." she replied softly. I gave one last glance to the poster before turning with her as we walked, hand in hand, to her car.

If I thought my mind was clouded before, it was ready for a storm now. I just hoped Pierce was okay. He was only slightly older than me. Nobody around my age deserved to die. Not Mitch, not Pierce, and…

And not Nicole.

***

The front doors swung open violently. I'm sure no one in the entire history of Hazelwood flung them open with the force of Carson Carter when he felt on top of the world until this day. Megan and I hesitantly followed. Carson strutted until all three of us were in front of the front steps, and whirled around.

"Boom, bitch." he proudly spat, making finger guns towards the school.

"Real impressive, dude. You survived first-year exams." I replied dryly, not bothering to stop as I walked by him. "Like every other student here."

"We haven't gotten a report on the fatalities yet, don't count your chickens before they hatch." Carson replied, whirling back around and putting an arm around Megan as he walked. Megan immediately brushed his arm off.

"So what's the plan?" Megan asked.

"Pizza." Carson replied confidently, pointing at the pizza parlor about a block or two away from the school. It was a popular place among the students at Hazelwood for lunch, as long as they didn't mind the commute. "I'm buying."

"Damn." I muttered aloud. "You're in a really good mood. I'm in."

"How could I say no?" Megan cheerfully added, giving us a small smile.

"You can't. Don't worry, I'm used to it." Carson interjected smugly. At that, Megan turned to face me and her smile waned a tad.

The walk there was pretty eventless – a quip about the exams we shared, excitement for the summer, the occasional word or two from Megan – before we arrived. Before long, we were cheerfully chomping down on some slices, enjoying both our time together and our time enjoying the first taste of true freedom we had tasted in a year. And it tasted good, like happiness with a side of pepperoni.

"Seriously? Black olives?" Carson asked incredulously.

Megan shrugged. "My tastes are unusual." she replied simply, a smile on her face.

Carson shook his head. "Cheese and pep is where it's at." He put his slice down and made a motion to fist-bump me. I hastily put down my slice so I could bump his fist before things got awkward from too much waiting.

"It wouldn't kill you to try some new things in life, Carson." Megan replied flatly. "You could surprise yourself."

"Ha!" Carson smiled and lowered an eyebrow. "I'm always trying new things. I'm a never-stopping adventurer." At that, he slid his arm around Megan. "Or have you forgotten?"

"Remember what I said." Megan said with an ominous calmness, like a dormant volcano.

"Right, right." Carson immediately retracted his hand and slid back to his side. "So… buddy, how are we gonna see you this summer if you live so far away?"

"I'm not sure what I can promise." I replied. "Obviously my parents still have to work, but it's possible Nicole could give me rides. I just don't want to ask too much of her, obviously, especially since I can't pay her back or anything."

Carson grinned. "Ah, so the creepy VP used his peepee to get some freebies?" He started laughing at his own joke, and Megan couldn't help but join in.

"Shut up, jackass." I replied, sporting a grin of my own. "I'll find out, alright?"

"Alright, cool. In the meantime, if you can't, we may as well treat this as the last time. You wanna come over for a few matches? Grand tournament or something. Winner takes all."

My grin got bigger at his request. "Sure, I'm down.�� I gave a glance towards Megan, who was absentmindedly chewing. "What about Megan? Is she in on the tourney as well?"

Carson's head turned to Megan as if he forgot she was there. "Oh, right, crap, sorry. You want in as well?"

Megan slowly swallowed. "Sure, why not? She shrugged. "I could try."

"Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Carson assured her. "Fuck it, can we eat on the way? I don't wanna wait."

How very Carson of him. Within a minute at most we were walking back in the direction of the school, then past it as we neared his place. By the time we got there, Carson had engaged turbo mode. He practically threw his pizza at the counter before firing up the console.

"Dude, calm down." I joked. "We'll probably see each other this summer."

"It's not that. I've been practicing and I just know I'm gonna cream ya. Just wait until I show you what's up my sleeve."

"You guys sure talk up the game." Megan replied from the doorway, still taking her shoes off.

"In a bit you'll see why." Carson retorted. "Just watch. I'll take out Adam first so you can see what I'm talking about but then I'm coming for you. You sure you don't want to back out?"

Megan smiled innocently. "Nah, it'll be fun." she chipped. She walked over to the couch and I scooted over to make room for her. Once we all had controllers and were fully prepped, Carson prepared the match and the game began.

All of us took off like a bat out of hell. I was surprised to see no trace of nervousness from Megan – calm and collected, completely unlike the creature she was even a few months ago. I guess for one reason or another, odds are the reason that had to do with genitals and teenage drama, she really came out of her shell this year. Although I expected the unfamiliar territory of Halo to be enough to make her at least a bit more bashful.

I turned my attention back to the screen after just giving a sideways glance at her to find that I was being attacked. Shit, I thought to myself. Carson really was getting better. I didn't even see him coming, and his accuracy improved.

It wasn't Carson. It was Megan. I sat in stunned silence as I witnessed sweet, innocent Megan teabagging my corpse. This wasn't a fluke, either – it was clear Megan had stupidly high levels of experienced. I gave a glance towards Carson, who either didn't register what happened or didn't care – until about 20 seconds later when Megan did the same thing to him. The rest of the Slayer match played out like a broken record player – the exact same thing again and again, and the persistent feeling that that wasn't supposed to happen. When the match was over, Megan gently put the controller down on the floor and started giggling.

The giggle grew and grew until it turned into a full-blown laugh. Red Team, three kills. Blue team, one kill. Gold team, fifteen. Three guesses which team Megan was playing. I turned slowly towards Carson, who appeared to turn towards me at the exact same time. Both of us then turned to Megan in disbelief, still laughing.

"What? Didn't I tell you?" she managed to say between laughs. "I love Halo. I play it all the time."

Carson shook his head, eyeing the floor in disgust. "Fuckin'…" he began ominously. Both of us turned to face him just in time for him to break out into a shit-eating grin. "…Nice!" he finished, fist-bumping Megan. "That was awesome. You gotta show me how you did that. You free next week?" We took turns celebrating Megan's victory and trying to hide how surprised we were until Carson left for the washroom.

"So are you actually gonna teach him next week, or are you just gonna keep kicking his ass for fun?"

Megan smiled. "Little bit of column A, little bit of column B." she replied matter-of-factly. "You should come as well. It'll be fun to watch."

I gave a single chuckle uneasily. "I don't know if I can." I replied. "Now that school's out, I can't get rides out here like I used to. Like, it's easy for you guys but I don't live around here."

Megan pouted, appearing to just remember that fact now. "I'm not going to get to see you that much this summer, am I?"

After all we were through together, I had something of an aversion to lying to Megan of all people. "Probably not, no. Like, I can try once or twice, but my parents are too busy, and I would feel too guilty asking Nicole to keep driving me places."

Megan nodded. "That makes sense. Carson is going to be disappointed too."

I shot a gaze down the hall, then back to her. "Carson? I don't think so. It doesn't seem to affect him whether I'm there or not. He seems cool with hanging out and stuff but I feel like if it weren't me it would be someone else."

Megan's smile waxed slightly. "I know that's not true." she replied softly. "He misses you when you're not around. A few weeks ago he was asking if he did something to offend you because you were too busy to hang out."

"But I was." I protested.

"I know that. Just trust me, he'll miss you too." Megan told me, her smile now gone at this point. "And so will I." She advanced forward to give me a hug. "Thank you for being there for me this year."

I huffed. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had such a stressful time to begin with." I admitted.

"Well, it happened, and you're still here by my side. It means a lot." she answered me.

"And I always will be, I can promise you that." I added. Megan smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I'm looking forward to sharing my time in high school with you two." Megan told me sweetly. I smiled in response, feeling like I didn't even need to say the same. All in all, I was pretty lucky. With all of the shit that happened this year, the odds that Megan, Carson and I were all still friends were about one in a billion.

I sure was a lucky little squirt.

***

Nicole sighed in deep bliss as my tongue first entered her.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." she moaned, clutching her breasts in her hands, finishing off by giving her nipples a little squeeze. "Fuck, you need to do this more often."

I moved my head back. "Well, now that I have some time this sum-"

"No no no no no." Nicole swiftly and hastily replied, putting her hand on the back of my head and moving it back. "Don't stop. We can talk later, just keep going." With that, her eyes closed again and she was whisked back to her own little world.

I smiled internally, knowing this would be the first of many, many times this summer that Nicole and I would get to hang out and… well, hang out and fuck this summer. I had an emotional attachment to her but it was so easy to make sex a routine thing when other shit like school was on your mind, especially with Nicole's insatiable nature.

I went right back to work, alternating from lazily lapping at her slit and swirling my tongue around her large clit, making her moan in approval.

"Fuck, I needed this." Nicole breathed out in ecstasy, grasping my head and messing up my hair as I dived in further, eventually getting a good rhythm with her clit and getting a hand free so I could slip a finger inside. At the first touch, she gasped, and then purred as she felt my finger slide inside her.

After a few testing-the-water pumps of my finger, one quickly became two, then three. I alternated between feeling around her g-spot and furiously pumping the trio of fingers in and out, all the while continuing my efforts on her clit, looking up at her angelic face every so often to enjoy the effects of her enrapturement.

Once or twice she opened her eyes, allowing me to see the lust she was accumulating. At one point she even noticed me. Without the lust leaving her eyes, she simply chuckled almost lifelessly and said, "Keep going, hotshot," weakly. She then closed her eyes and began lightly moaning again, now pushing her pelvis forward to meet my face. It made keeping contact with her clitoris difficult, but I was determined to make Nicole cum.

And it was working. Soon, Nicole began to arch her back and her breaths became shorter. "Harder, Adam, please." she begged me. "Harder."

It was interesting. Most of the time she was animalistic when she fucked – I was almost nostalgic for that. This time, she seemed more tender and gentle – dare I say it, loving. I didn't really mind it, though – there was an invisible connection we now shared, and whenever she was more tender, I could feel why. I could never articulate it myself though – it just felt right, it felt like we were in the same universe, our little universe, with no one else around. She didn't need to ever tell me she was going to climax, I knew.

And I knew exactly how to respond. Three fingers went back to two and I went straight for her g-spot, giving it as much attention as my fingers could muster. Meanwhile, my tongue switched directions, darted back and forth, even went upside down (a personal talent of mine) and then, right at the point of the dam breaking, my tongue went gentle and delicate, barely even making contact with Nicole's clit as it danced around.

The effect was immediate. Nicole couldn't even make coherent words at this teasing gesture – just a series of high-pitched whines and incoherent begs for me to continue. In my head I counted down: five, four, three, two, one, then resumed the assault on her clit just in time for the dam to break.

And what a break it was. I don't think Nicole ever came so hard from oral before – her body went all stiff , twitching ever so slightly, then starting spasming a little bit. I could feel the electricity coming off of her body as she writhed on the bed, allowing the shock enter her system before a wave of blissful pleasure crested overtop of her body. You could see it impacting every part of her body from her pussy outwards – her hips, her arms and legs, her hands and feet, her chest (which caused her to push her beautiful breasts out, something I could never object to), then finally her beautiful face, contorted with every single feeling she felt in the moment.

I stayed there for a few seconds before she let out her all-clear siren in the form of a long sigh, then I moved quickly. I rushed to her dresser, grabbing her water bottle and taking a big swig, then set it down as I ditched my clothes like they were on fire. Quickly, while she was still recovering from her intense orgasm, I got on the bed right beside her and kissed her back to consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes, then blinked twice and adjusted to her surroundings. "Oh my God." she murmured as she saw me, naked and fully hgar,d waiting for her.

"I know how much you like riding me immediately afterwards." I said with a smile.

"You're too good to me." she replied, grinning, as she slowly rose up. She quickly fell back. "Woah! Jesus. You did a number on me."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Feel proud of yourself though, can't say I've been this weak after cumming before."

"I've been taking notes." I admitted half-proudly, half-bashfully.

She lowered one eyebrow. "Hoping to eliminate the competition or something?"

"Hoping to satisfy you." I replied, a little too honestly.

She looked at me for a little bit, then squinted a little at me as if in thought. "You're cute." she said finally, getting back up and straddling me. "Now, how about we get to work on this little problem?" she asked, taking her index finger and resting her fingertip on my dick.

"It's all yours." I told her, and she smiled to herself in response.

"Fuckin'A." she almost whispered as she lifted herself up, lined herself up with me, and slowly sank down on top of me.

I could believe other people if they say that sex could get a little mundane, or always feel the same, but with Nicole, it always felt like a new experience each and every time. Just… a new yet familiar experience. An experience I could never imagine, yet one I craved. And now I got the release I was seeking, as I felt her warm, heavenly grip on my cock enveloping me inch by inch until finally her hips rested on top of mine. Nicole practically squeaked in temporary pain, then began rocking back and forth on top of me as she got accustomed to having me fully inside her. I groaned once or twice to signify that she was going a bit too far and bending me, but before long she scoped out the limits and knew exactly what movements to make.

Almost out of pure instinct, I reached around her and grabbed her ass, savoring the feeling of her full yet firm ass cheeks in my hands. She moaned slightly at the touch and eyed me, biting her lip seductively as she flipped her hair and put on a little shy act for me.

"You ready, sexy?" she asked me, playing with a lock of her hair.

"Give me all you got." I responded, grinning.

She grinned herself and started moving up and down, milking me for all of both of our worth. It began in slow, awkward movements, but gradually, we both felt each other's natural tempos and began to turn improvisation into coordination. Before long, Nicole was slamming into me at full force, every movement of hers tailored for my pleasure, every movement of mine tailored to her's. We spent a good amount of time either with our eyes closed or looking away, but occasionally we would lock eyes and in amongst the moaning, start smiling at each other, even laughing. We had no idea why, we just would. After one spurt of laughter, Nicole leaned down and, doing her best not to make the angle awkward, kissed me on the lips. I would kiss her back, and before either of us would realize it, our tongues would be intertwined in a battle rivalling that of the Seven Years' War. Both of us brought our highest-class warfare to the table – while making out, I would suddenly spank her ass before going back to grope it, making her almost squeal into my mouth. In response, she would grip the back of my neck and massage it while still trying to keep herself balanced – she could multitask like a pro. The sensations on my neck, combined with the rest of my body – practically set me on fire. No part of me wasn't tingling. Nicole was magic, no two ways about it.

While the two of us didn't need to exchange any words, occasionally a few would fly, and when we began to feel the tingling come to a crescendo, Nicole voiced it to me, though perhaps not in the words she would have meant had she not been drunk on her lust.

"I love you, Adam." she moaned as she began to feel her sensations reach a high.

I didn't even find it puzzling at this point. "I love you too, Nicole." I practically shouted, so proud and happy to be with her, to be hers, to have her be mine.

"T-together?" she asked, ready to blow any second.

"Gimme a bit…" I barely choked out, focussing on ramming her from the bottom position so we could climax together. When it was coming, I couldn't even find the strength to tell her in normal English that I was there. I just pant-screamed out a few "Aah!"s, but I think she got the message and with one final thrust, we had achieved the mythical simultaneous cum.

It felt out-of-this-world to cum with Nicole. To be there with her, to be inside her, closer than anyone else could be with her at that moment. It was a moment locked in time where the two of us became one, shared the same mindspace and combined our bodies. The sensations overwhelmed me as they did her – soon she collapsed on top of me as we lay there panting, bringing ourselves back to reality from the euphoria we experienced from pleasing each other.

Our breathing got less pronounced until we both had clearly recovered. Nicole found the strength to once again push herself up from the bed and kissed me deeply.

"You're amazing." she purred.

"As long as you're happy." I replied, smiling.

She slowly pulled out of me and plopped down beside me, nuzzling into my neck and cuddling into me. "I'm so happy."

My smile remained there for a long time, though it temporarily went away when I stroked her arm and felt a bumpy patch. A scar. I shivered, though I hoped I didn't let her know. I went back to stroking as nonchalantly as possible. The silence in the room had taken on a more sinister nature.

"Are you scared?" Nicole asked, in a surprisingly warm tone.

I chewed my lip. She had noticed. "Yeah, a little." I replied. "Did you know I knew?"

"When do I not know… anything?" she asked, and we shared a small laugh. Silence took us again and she moved her head slightly, nuzzling my neck again. "Does it change anything?"

I emitted a small smile. Whether it was happy or sad, I couldn't say. "No, Nicole. It changes nothing. You're still you."

I could feel Nicole smile into my neck. "Thank you." she said in a small voice. "I don't want it to be a burden on you."

���It's not." I replied. "You're not."

"Do you wanna talk about how you feel?" she asked me, her voice as small as ever.

I laughed out loud. "You know what, no. It's all I ever do. Do you already know how I feel?"

"I think so." Nicole laughed too, kissing my neck. "Thank you."

"Hey Nicole…"

"Yeah?"

"Would you… would you be my girlfriend?" I asked in a shy voice.

Nicole removed her head from my neck so she could stare me in the eyes. "Huh?"

"I'm willing to do it. Would you be my girlfriend?"

She looked at me, weirded out. "You know I didn't backtrack on that whole 'sleeping with other guys' thing, right? Did I misinform you?"

My smile didn't wane. "You didn't."

"And you don't care?"

"I want to learn not to. I want to be with you. I want these feelings to be natural and open, not a joke. We're more than a joke, Nicole. I want to be your boyfriend."

Nicole shook her head. "You're a dumbass." She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. "But a cute one."

She studied my face again, and gave that same squinty expression, eventually breaking into a soft smile. I could swear I even saw her eyes start to water. "Let's do it."

"For real?!" I sprung up. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Nicole threw up her arms. "I might as well. Otherwise you're never gonna get off my ass about it, are you?" She grinned at me. "And you're right. The feelings are real." Her hand snaked across the bed and found mine, and they clasped together. "I'll be your girlfriend, Adam."

Both of our eyes were probably watery now. I practically leapt into her embrace as we had our first kiss as a couple, a true couple, and yet nothing truly had changed. It was just a title, but it was real. We were real. We were finally together.

We collapsed down on the bed, still kissing, and settled into a spooning position with me grabbing her boobs from behind, feeling close, feeling together, feeling right.

"I love you." I said as tenderly and honestly as I could.

I heard Nicole's tongue click. "I'm not quite there yet, squirt. I'm sorry." She turned back around, and kissed my nose. "But gimme time. I'll be there eventually."

"I'll gladly wait for you." I replied, smiling at her, absolutely smitten. She couldn't help not smiling back. We were such a couple of teenagers, and we loved it.

"I guess this means we have a conflict of interest on our hands, Vice President." Nicole giggled.

"We're totally in bed with each other, President." I giggled back. We went back to snuggling and being high as a cloud on each other's company until we both drifted off into a nap together. It was the perfect way to end the day, and the year. That day was the last day of exams, and it felt right to end the year on that note.

They say that good things come to those who wait, but I think the quote is wrong. Had I just waited for Nicole, I would have lost her at least ten times by now. My year may have been filled with unnecessary drama, but if it weren't for every single event that had happened up until then, I never would have gotten to this moment I had been hoping for all year. The sadness, the heartbreak, the shock, the anger, the lust, all of it culminated to a single moment, an event, me. I was the result of an entire year of shenanigans, and after a childhood of bitterness and wishing I could turn back the clock, I finally understood why people told me they would never change a thing if given the chance. It wasn't that every moment in life was supposed to be perfect, it was that every moment in life had its purpose. With where I had ended up, as cheesy as it was to say, I never would have done anything differently either. Perhaps I was only beginning a single chapter of a new adventurous life and would never get to have my old boring life back, and perhaps maybe I would even miss that life from time to time, but if you ask me, that's just one of the consequences of being more social.