the best footballer in a generation?”
“Do you ever listen to yourself?” Ava asks. “Do you realize what an arrogant ass you sound like?”
I grin. “I’m just telling the truth,” I say. “C’mon, are you telling me you’re not a little bit curious to find out what all the fuss is about? I mean, we are dating, after all.”
“We’re not dating,” Ava says, coldly and slowly. “And you know we’re not actually supposed to get involved with each other. It’s against the rules.”
“Is that all that’s stopping you?”
And just for once, she doesn’t seem to have a smart answer for me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AVA
Thankfully, my classes the next day don’t start until ten, and I can sleep in at least a little bit. Which is good, because I was up half the night stewing about Riley Knox.
Riley fucking Knox.
Needless to say, our date had quickly soured. Not that it had ever been sweet to begin with. I’d told myself I’d do my best to be nicer to him this time, but then he’d turned up with Sports Illustrated Model of the Year, and, well….
Things hadn’t gone exactly as I’d wanted them to.
The worst part is, I know exactly why I behaved the way I did: jealousy.
The girl he was with — Karla or whatever her name was — was gorgeous. Six foot tall, blonde, skinny, but somehow also with tits for miles.
That’s the kind of girl Riley Knox likes. Perfect tens, cheerleaders, that kind of girl. The kind of girl that standing next to, I realize I look totally blah.
I’ve never cared about the way I look — and I shouldn’t care now. I’ll always take brains and hard work over beauty. It’s not until I developed this ridiculous… thing for Riley Knox that it’s even entered my head to be jealous of another girl’s looks.
Romance has never been on my radar since I became old enough to really think about it.
Except for that one crush I had on Matthew Rottenbach in prep school, I’ve never cared at all about boys, or relationships, or sex.
But now…
But now, it’s like some kind of ridiculous science fiction scenario, where a damn parasite has wormed its way into my brain or something, and is trying to control me into mating for some nefarious purpose of its own.
Because it’s literally all I’ve been able to think about.
And, when I finally actually got to sleep, it was all I was been able to dream about.
I shiver a little in my seat.
When I woke up this morning, the panties I’d worn to bed were soaked right through, my skin covered in sweat, the throbbing between my legs almost unbearable.
I’d practically bitten my pillow in frustration when I’d woken to find that I was alone in bed as per usual, and all the half-felt orgasms I’d been shuddering through in my sleep were nothing more than the work of my apparently incredibly horny subconscious.
I bite my lip.
I can’t even really remember the dream now. I wish I could.
Yesterday, Riley had told me he could give me the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
He was just teasing me — mocking me — but I still can’t get it out of my head, all the same.
How would he do it?
He said he’d use his tongue or his cock, whichever I’d prefer. Right now, I don’t even know. Either. Both. I don’t care. I just know I want him to do it — more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
And just like that, I’m absolutely soaking wet again, my pussy growing slick as I remember Riley’s words. Are you telling me you’re not a little bit curious to find out what all the fuss is about?
I am. Oh God, I am.
Licking my lips, I can’t stop myself from slipping back into fantasizing about it — only this time I’m fully awake to enjoy it.
Okay, yeah, I’m in the middle of class, but it’s not like it’s an interesting one, and no one’s looking at me. They’re all watching Professor Huxton at the front as he drones on about gas storage and transportation methods.
I close my eyes. For some
“Do you ever listen to yourself?” Ava asks. “Do you realize what an arrogant ass you sound like?”
I grin. “I’m just telling the truth,” I say. “C’mon, are you telling me you’re not a little bit curious to find out what all the fuss is about? I mean, we are dating, after all.”
“We’re not dating,” Ava says, coldly and slowly. “And you know we’re not actually supposed to get involved with each other. It’s against the rules.”
“Is that all that’s stopping you?”
And just for once, she doesn’t seem to have a smart answer for me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AVA
Thankfully, my classes the next day don’t start until ten, and I can sleep in at least a little bit. Which is good, because I was up half the night stewing about Riley Knox.
Riley fucking Knox.
Needless to say, our date had quickly soured. Not that it had ever been sweet to begin with. I’d told myself I’d do my best to be nicer to him this time, but then he’d turned up with Sports Illustrated Model of the Year, and, well….
Things hadn’t gone exactly as I’d wanted them to.
The worst part is, I know exactly why I behaved the way I did: jealousy.
The girl he was with — Karla or whatever her name was — was gorgeous. Six foot tall, blonde, skinny, but somehow also with tits for miles.
That’s the kind of girl Riley Knox likes. Perfect tens, cheerleaders, that kind of girl. The kind of girl that standing next to, I realize I look totally blah.
I’ve never cared about the way I look — and I shouldn’t care now. I’ll always take brains and hard work over beauty. It’s not until I developed this ridiculous… thing for Riley Knox that it’s even entered my head to be jealous of another girl’s looks.
Romance has never been on my radar since I became old enough to really think about it.
Except for that one crush I had on Matthew Rottenbach in prep school, I’ve never cared at all about boys, or relationships, or sex.
But now…
But now, it’s like some kind of ridiculous science fiction scenario, where a damn parasite has wormed its way into my brain or something, and is trying to control me into mating for some nefarious purpose of its own.
Because it’s literally all I’ve been able to think about.
And, when I finally actually got to sleep, it was all I was been able to dream about.
I shiver a little in my seat.
When I woke up this morning, the panties I’d worn to bed were soaked right through, my skin covered in sweat, the throbbing between my legs almost unbearable.
I’d practically bitten my pillow in frustration when I’d woken to find that I was alone in bed as per usual, and all the half-felt orgasms I’d been shuddering through in my sleep were nothing more than the work of my apparently incredibly horny subconscious.
I bite my lip.
I can’t even really remember the dream now. I wish I could.
Yesterday, Riley had told me he could give me the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
He was just teasing me — mocking me — but I still can’t get it out of my head, all the same.
How would he do it?
He said he’d use his tongue or his cock, whichever I’d prefer. Right now, I don’t even know. Either. Both. I don’t care. I just know I want him to do it — more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
And just like that, I’m absolutely soaking wet again, my pussy growing slick as I remember Riley’s words. Are you telling me you’re not a little bit curious to find out what all the fuss is about?
I am. Oh God, I am.
Licking my lips, I can’t stop myself from slipping back into fantasizing about it — only this time I’m fully awake to enjoy it.
Okay, yeah, I’m in the middle of class, but it’s not like it’s an interesting one, and no one’s looking at me. They’re all watching Professor Huxton at the front as he drones on about gas storage and transportation methods.
I close my eyes. For some
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