More- A young adult-foursome erotica

TWO

After school, I find myself going over all the possible outcomes of this trip while I walk home. There is no way this trip will have a happy ending. What am I expecting? To have Dan confess his love for me? For me to magically grow a pair and confess mine? No, I will be a coward, as always, and Dan will tire of my sheltered nature and leave me like everyone else does. I can only hope that his absence will extend to Tyler. The last thing I want to have to suffer through this weekend, along with a shattered heart, is an endless parade of his bullshit.

My headphones are on full blast, playing In This Moment "w***e". I know, not the most innocent music for a little nerd like me, but what can I say? Maria Brink has some lungs and is frankly hot as hell. Total goals! And I'm a sucker for a band with a great guitarist. It just sets the theme for any epic ballad.

Suddenly, I get the weird feeling that I'm being followed. As I turn to look behind me, I nearly have a heart attack! He's so close. He must have been calling my name, but I couldn't hear him. Taking my headphones out, I don't hesitate to rip this jerk-wad a new one. "Tyler! God, what the hell? You can't tap on a girl's shoulder or come around so I can see you instead of creeping up so close I have a heart attack? What the hell are you even doing? You don't live this way!"

"Oh? You know where I live, huh? Who's the creeper now?" He chuckles a deep laugh that makes my insides tighten.

I no longer need to deal with him and his bullshit. I pivot on my heel and storm off, only for his long legs to catch up far too fast. I sometimes forget how tall he actually is when we're not around Dan. Next to Dan, he seems so tiny, but that's probably more because Dan is more muscular. Looking up at Tyler now, he seems almost a foot taller than me and still very fit. I wonder if he actually works out. Is there muscle under that t-shirt, or is he just skinny? My thoughts slam back to reality once Tyler speaks again.

"What's my little Samiipoo listening to?" As he goes to grab my headphone-bud, I turn fast to keep him away. The last thing I need on the last day is his critique of music. My toe catches on a crack in the sidewalk, and I fall into the bushes. Smooth!

In a shockingly out-of-character moment, Tyler tries to catch me, making him fall as well. However, he grabs my waist, pulls me close, and turns, so somehow I land mostly on him instead of the dirt. Fast reflexes. He lands on the ground with a hard grunt but never lets go of me. My face burns with the flush I'm sporting. I lift my face from his chest. At least it answers my question. Muscular! He definitely has muscles; he has to work out or something. I know he skateboards, but honestly, he is no pro. Not that I have spent any time watching him practice in the empty school parking lot after he thinks everyone has gone home or anything. All this can't be just from that. I can practically feel every curve and crevice of his hard chest now.

We both take a moment to realize our position. My right leg is slung over his waist, and his hands are digging prints into my hips. My hands are gripping his shirt so hard that it may have holes. His blue eyes are staring me down. I can't get a read on what he's thinking. He looks annoyed, interested, and something I can't quite place.

My insides are jumping, screaming at me to make a move on the s****l fantasies I created in my head around him. I used to try and tell myself it was wrong to think about him in that way. I shouldn't let him into my head because he teases me and annoys me to no end. But every time I used to fantasize about Dan late at night, Tyler would just keep popping up, a lot like in real life. He just won't go away. Even so, I gave in and allowed my subconscious to explore that possibility. Praying it would blow over and I would forget all about that curiosity. It didn't. It got worse. Now, every time he so much as looks at me, I get hot and bothered. I have to say this close proximity is 100% not helping.

I want nothing more than to crash my lips against his and feel all the places his hard hands could travel. The way he holds me now tells me there would be no mercy in his exploration. Brutal, dangerous, and barbaric.

Tyler reaches down, grabs the earbud again, and puts it in his ear to listen for a moment. I can faintly hear the chorus now: "I could be your w***e!" God, this is embarrassing! His eyebrows scrunched together, not expecting to hear that. He says nothing and does nothing for a few moments. I'm frozen, waiting for... I have no idea. I'm just stuck. I'm sucked into his pull. I can't move; I don't want to move; I want more. I wish he would say something; Tyler, I know, would have at least made fun of the situation by now.

I finally get enough sense to see he isn't going to say anything, and I'm probably making the situation even more awkward by staring, so I go to move off of him, but Tyler's vice-like grip gets impossibly tighter. Pulling me back against him. Only a whisper escapes me. "Tyler?"

Tyler sits up just enough so his lips are lightly grazing my left ear. Shivers send goosebumps over my arms and legs as he whispers to me, "Let me tell you something, baby: you love me for everything you hate me for." He's singing the end of the chorus to me in hushed whispers. But that only adds to the s****l tension he's sparking between us.

"Hey Samiipoo, you mind moving your leg away from my c**k? Otherwise, you might end up receiving a surprise neither of us intended to see today. At least not here in the bushes. Remember, princess, you make him excited; you have to fix it."

"I have to do what?" I move away from him so fast that I get lightheaded. I hop off the ground, snatch my headphones back, and start speed-walking home, leaving Tyler and his possible hard-on in the bushes.

Once I get home, I settle into my daily routine. I feed my dog, then start dinner. I no longer have any work to get done, so I can veg out and watch some of the shows that I recorded. All night long, I mope around, just dreading and waiting for tomorrow to come. Tyler is going to be even more insufferable. I can feel it. Can't wait!