Science 11

“Apple,” you say breathlessly. You’re trying to finger her as you push your body hard against hers, grinding her into the wall. She welcomes it; it’s just as awkward for her to try to handle your cock. Everything’s sensitive; it feels heavenly.

There’s a look of disgust on her face for a moment, interrupted by a gasp. You have two fingers inside, pushed up against her G-spot. She lets out a slutty whimper, but still manages to glare at you.

“So you like that innocent type, huh?” she says huskily.

You don’t know where she’s going with this; it’s a side of her you’ve never seen. You aren’t supposed to see it.

But she’s struck a nerve, although probably not the one she thinks, and now you’re annoyed as well. You yank her joggers and underwear down to mid-thigh and roughly spin her around. You have no condom, and even if she’s being rude, that doesn’t mean you have to be as well. She grabs the wall vengefully and bends her back, pushing her ass toward you.

You slip it between her thighs, but don’t enter her. You don’t trust yourself to be a good enough person to pull out. The feelings are high, and you aren’t proud of it, but her ass drives you crazy.

So you don’t look at it. You hold her close against you, your face buried in her hair, fucking her thighs as hard and fast as you can. She writhes and squeezes with her legs, trying to move her pelvis down to create as much friction as she can. Her slick legs feel amazing, but it’s a tease. It’s not so easy to finish this way, and all you can think about is finishing. It’s the same for her; your big cock sliding along her dripping lips down there must be no less agonizing.

But she has a hand free, and she uses it on herself.

The basement is a little cooler than the rest of the house, but not much, and you are doing CrossFit-level effort. Your clothes stick to you, soaked with sweat. Your bodies are slippery, yet they want to stick together. You breathe like a wounded animal. You’re seconds away from forcing her to the floor, facedown, ass up.

One last series of rapid thrusts gets you there. She quakes in your arms as cum sprays against the rough stone wall. You breathe the scent of her shampoo, one hand squeezing her breast hard.

But as all of that cum leaves you, so does the noise in your brain, and the intensity forcing you to act. You let go of her, ready to apologize, but she moans and falls to her knees, a look of ecstasy on her face. Looks like it worked out for both of you.

You put it away and zip up, then help her to her feet. She straightens her clothes, avoiding your eyes.

You’re both a mess. Wet, disheveled, and you’re pretty sure some jizz got on her joggers.

“Apple, huh?” she mutters, but it’s the normal Delta now—that weird mean-spiritedness is gone.

You said what you said. Meri’s the prettiest of the nerds, and Colby’s curves and chub make her body the most appealing to you, but Apple is an unknown quantity. She’s kind of cute and seems nice. Nice is attractive. And you’re pretty sure she’s Irish. That’s exotic and interesting.

You just shrug at Delta.

“Hmm,” she says, throwing you weapons-grade side-eye as she leaves the stairwell.