One Shots

In The Heat Of The Moment (MxF)

I had grown up normal. I had a normal mom, a normal dad, a normal house in a normal town, went to a normal school and had normal friends.

That all changed when I turned 18...actually about a week before.

I woke up sweating as my alarm went off.

“Holland? You awake,” I heard my mother’s voice through the door.

“Uh, yeah. Can you come in here,” I asked, my voice shaking.

The door opened and my mother’s face appeared with a smirk, “Are you going to fake being sick? Because you know that hasn’t worked since--.”

“No, mom. I think somethings actually wrong this time,” I said, shivering, though I felt I was overheating.

Her smirk quickly turned into a look of concern as she came forward and placed her lips to my forehead.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re burning up! I’ll go get the thermometer. ”

As she left out of the room, I stripped out of my tank top and shorts, leaving me in only my underwear, and then pushed the thick comforter over the edge of the bed, leaving me with only the dark blue sheet to cover up with.

I had noticed as I pulled the shirt off that my n*****s were painfully hard and sensitive to the touch but I chalked that up to it being close to my period, which was a bummer since my birthday was only about a week away.

It was December in Wisconsin so the heater was on in the house, as it always is every winter, but I felt as though I needed the window open.

My mother came back holding the digital thermometer and a damp rag. She placed the thermometer under my tongue and the rag to my forehead before stroking my sweat-drenched hair from my face.

As the thermometer chimed, the look of worry on my mother’s face seemed to multiply.

“It’s 101.6, that’s definitely a fever. I’ll go make a doctor’s appointment,” she went to walk out of the room.

“I mean, it’s only a fever, mom. My stomach’s not upset, my throat isn’t sore, I don’t have any other symptoms...It’ll probably be okay if I go to school.”

I began to sit up but she gently pushed me back down, “Oh, no you don’t. That’s still a fever so you’re staying home from school, at least. If you start to feel any other symptoms, even just a headache, you call me or your father and we’ll rush right back home. Got that,” she asked in her very ‘mother hen’ way.

“Yes, mom. I got it,” I sighed, after all, I wasn’t going to fight her on this. Just a fever and I get to skip school?

Today wasn’t too bad.

After mom and dad’s cars pulled out of the driveway, I got up and opened my window to what should’ve been the freezing cold Winsconsin snow, but to me, it felt like a very light breeze on a hot summer afternoon.

It felt nice, but it wasn’t enough.

I pulled on a robe and set to open every window in the house, noticing that I wasn’t feeling the freezing chill that I was supposed to feel, before I headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Feeling the cold spray of the water on my aching breasts and tender n*****s had my body breaking out in goosebumps and my body feeling hotter than ever.

And while I was washing away the soap from my lower body, as the spray hit my mound, I audibly moaned and felt myself start to ache there.

I guess you could say I was ignorant in the sense that I hadn’t even touched myself, I hadn’t ever had someone else touch me and I never really felt the need to.

And It wasn’t that I was ugly or anything, I was quite average, I would say, but I was just always so busy with school and track and I guess I just never gave any of the boys at my school any of my time.

I had gone to a few lewd websites, watched a few videos and read a few erotic books so I knew the ins and the outs, so to speak, I had just never had the chance to see or feel them in actuality.

And as I thought about the images I had seen, and the pictures in my head from the books I read, I started to sweat again, under the cold spray...

I started to feel the ache inside of me again, and the more I tried to push the thoughts from my mind the more I felt the need to touch myself, and I was appalled.

***

Three days had passed with the aches, the sweating, and the heat being almost unbearable, but I couldn’t skip anymore school although I wish I had.

As I walked from the parking lot into the crowded cafeteria, it seemed that almost all eyes were on me.

And though I tried to tell myself it was because they were all shocked to see me after being out of school for a few days, I couldn’t shake the feeling that that just wasn’t it.

Once I started walking to the table that my friends and I usually sat at, that’s when the whispers started. And it didn’t stop there, it was mostly the guys who were still staring so hard that I might as well have been a piece of meat. I even saw a few of them trying to get up with their friends holding them back. It made no sense.

What had I done to deserve this treatment?

I knew I looked a little worse for wear, but did I really need to be gossiped about, were random people--boys--I had never even spoken to trying to harass me? I was used to living my life out of the social spotlight and I had succeeded thus far, so all of this unwanted attention was...intimidating.

As I took a seat in my usual chair and pinched my thighs together to combat some of the ache I felt between them, my best friend Lindsey moved her chair over as close as she could and whispered to me, ” Why are you wearing the shortest dress in your closet, Holland?”

I moved away and chuckled a bit, “Because I’m dying, Lins. Mom thinks I’ve got some kind of virus, but I’m sweating and even in this weather, and this dress, I still feel like it’s 100 degrees in here,” I whined as I started fanning my self with a packet of paper.

“Stop that, would you,” she hissed at me, snatching the packet from me, “You’re going to attract more unwanted attention. You really should’ve stayed home today.”

“Yeah, trust me, I would’ve if I could’ve. I’m literally dying but I’ve got to suck it up,” I replied and stood up, heading for the breakfast line.

Her chair screeched as she stood up, “Um, I’ll come too.”

I laughed her off, “No, I’m fine. Besides, you don’t ever eat breakfast here.”

I, kind of, wish she would’ve come with me though, as the whispering and the harsh looks were almost too much for me.

As I was almost to the breakfast line, I felt a firm and warm hand grip my ass under my dress.

And while the feminist in me was appalled someone would ever touch me without my permission, another part of me wanted more.

I pushed that part to the side and let the feeling of anger take control, though.

Turning around and, not even caring who it was, I smashed my fist into their nose and immediately set to work on finishing the job but before I got a third blow landed on his face, I was pulled away.

“If you ever touch me like that again, I will knock your f*****g teeth in,” I snarled and felt every hair on my body raise and an ache in my bones become prevalent.

Once the red from my vision faded, I was able to see that it was Cole, a boy I shared Physics with. He was a jock, and a cute one at that, and he was usually nice enough to me so It came as a shock that he’s the one who touched me.

“I love ’em feisty,” he said with a look on his face that ran my blood cold, “How about you meet me in the janitor closet at lunch and I’ll help you out with that.”

“f**k you, Cole, you dumb piece of s**t,” I snarled and then his words registered in my brain, “Help with what?”

And as he was about to tell me, I felt a hand on my upper arm drag me away.

I looked up and saw that it was my English teacher, Mr. Roberts. He was heading towards the principals’ office but what was strange was that he was covering his nose.

As we walked further and further from the cafeteria, I heard more commotion, and what sounded like punches being thrown, but before I could ask about it, I was being pushed into Mr. Taylor’s office.

He cleared his throat and pinched his face before taking a deep breath, “Have a seat, Holland.”

As I did, he moved his chair as far away from me as he could before speaking.

“I’ll make this as short as possible. You need to go home,” he said.

“Excuse me,” I asked, with a bit more attitude than needed but, “Am I really in trouble because I punched some dickhead for sexually harassing me?”

“No! No, no, no, Holland. You are not in any trouble. You simply look sick. You are visibly sweating, you’re red in the face, and you’re wearing a dress and it’s snowing outside. I’ll have someone bring over your missed school work and I’ll excuse you for the next few days but come back when you are not sick anymore, please,” he all but pleaded with me.

“Uh, okay. And you’re sure I’m not in trouble,” I asked, just to make sure.

“I promise, Holland. You aren’t in trouble. Please leave campus though. I don’t want any other students...sick.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said and picked up my backpack and headed out the door.

“Hey, so what happened,” Lindsey asked, my guess is she had been waiting to see if I would be in trouble or not too.

“He said that I’m sick and need to go home so I don’t get anyone else sick,” I shrugged, “And that sucks because my birthday is literally two days away!”

“So, you aren’t in trouble, though, right,” she asked.

“No,” I replied as we began making our way back to the cafeteria so I could head out to the parking lot.

And as we passed Cole and his friends, I saw some random cheerleader holding an icepack to his face and giving me the biggest ‘go to hell’ look ever. I also saw Cole and his friends smirking at me.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, call me,” Cole called and if not for Lindsey, I would’ve made my way over to him again.

“Just leave it. He’s not worth it. You just need to get home and rest,” she tried to soothe my rage.

“You’re right. I just need to go home and rela--”

It was then that I was knocked speechless by the most heavenly scent...

And it’s a scent that I can’t even identify but it made my hair stand in a good way and it made my body temp rise even more and I felt like I could actually melt into a puddle on the floor.

I looked over to where the smell was coming from and saw that Atticus Hudson was already staring my way. I had a few classes with him, though we didn’t sit by each other, and I had always thought he was one of the most attractive guys at our school.

“Do you smell that,” I asked out loud, still looking at Atticus. The strongest urge to go to him hit me and it was all I could do to keep my feet planted on the ground.

“Smell what,” Lindsey asked, not having known that I had stopped in my tracks.

“Oh, oh,” she said but I was barely paying attention.

My body was alight with flames and I could feel the ache grow, making my knee weak as Atticus and I stared at each other from across the cafeteria.

I saw his lips moving, and I shouldn’t have been able to hear what he said but I did hear the faintest, ”You should go home. You look a little warm."

I exhaled deeply and nodded before Lindsey pulled me from my trance, “Come on. You need to leave.”

“R-right, yes,” I agreed before I was pulled out of the door where I was able to find the slightest remedy for the heat in my body.

***

As soon as I got home, I opened all the windows again, stripped, and took a nap. This was the only way to get away from the burning ache I felt.

I woke up at 12, had lunch and texted Lindsey for a little while. She was acting very strange and wouldn’t tell me what happened after I left school. She did tell me that she wasn’t going to be the one bring my school work over but that she wasn’t sure who it would be.

I just hoped it wasn’t Cole, though I don’t think the principal would do something that insane.

At around 3:15 there was a knock on the door. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes, just a short robe before heading downstairs.

When I pulled the door open, there...on my front porch...stood Atticus Hudson.

“Uh, hi,” I said, more like a question, and the burning ache came back tenfold.

“You should...,” he started before turning his head into the breeze and taking a deep breath, “You should go put on some clothes...and shut the windows. You’re bound to catch a cold. And someone might see you walking around in nothing but a robe and break in.”

I chuckled, thinking he was just kidding but the look on his face showed that he meant business, “Uh, yeah, okay.”

A part of me, the sensible part, told me to not invite him in because I had no idea who he really was...

But the biggest part of me, the one that was aching for him, the one that was drooling over his scent told me to pull him in by his shirt and never let him leave.

The burning ache in my body was now a forest fire raging out of control and it seemed the closer I was to him, the hotter the fire burned.

“Come in,” I asked, knowing that I could never go back from this moment. I was letting in Atticus Hudson in more ways than one.

“Yes,” he replied before stepping over the threshold and making his way up to my room, which I have no idea how he knew where exactly it was.

I was in a stunned shock before I closed and locked the door and then made my way up to my room after Atticus.

As I made my way up the stairs, I heard the telltale sound of his chunky combat boots hitting the floor and then the loud sound of the zipper on his leather jacket being pulled down.

Once I was finally in my doorway, I saw that he had already taken off his shirt and was working on his pants.

“Uh, Atticus, what are you doing,” I asked as he was pulling the zipper of his jeans down but, again, the biggest part of me was cheering him on, telling him to ′take it all off’.

“Helping you out. You can’t go on like this any longer. You’re creating a frenzy for those who can smell you and I’m the one that has to stop it so untie your robe and come over here already,” he huffed but a dark and sensual look was causing a storm to cross his eyes.

“They can smell me? Atticus, what the hell are you talking about,” I whimpered as he started moving closer.

What he was saying made no sense! People can’t just smell people...

But I could smell him...

He moved even closer and just like downstairs, the closer he got, the hotter the fire inside of me burned, “I’ll explain it all to you once we finish but we need to do this now.”

I whimpered as his hand touched my arm, “Please stop, you’re burning me.”

“No, Holland, you’re burning yourself. Let me help you. I promise to be gentle but we have to do this if you want to make the pain go away,” he coaxed me to the bed and I followed like a puppy.

“Please help me, Atticus,” I whispered as his fingers ran through my hair and tilted my head up.

“From now on, I’ll always be here to help you get through this,” he whispered before his lips met mine.

And suddenly all hell broke loose.

I untied my robe and was left as naked as the day I came into the world, and Atticus snarled.

He snarled as he looked down at my body before his lips took mine again.

And as our tongues met, I moaned but the fire was unbearable now.

“Please,” I pleaded to him, tears springing up in my eyes, “I need...I need...”

“I know what you need Holland,” he said, his eyes ablaze like the fire I felt inside.

He pushed me down onto the bed and then removed his boxers before parting my thighs and moving between them.

“Look at you,” he breathed out in amazement, “You must be in such pain. You’re soaking, Holland.”

He, then, ran a finger through my folds and I not only gasped, but his touch was like a cool glass of water and I was in the desert!

“More, please,” I gasped and then closed my eyes as I felt his fingers swirl around in my wetness.

“Whatever you want,” he replied and moved forward before he ran the head of his d**k through my liquids.

“Tell me, tell me where you need me,” He whispered as he shifted himself against my c******s, giving me only a bit of relief from the flames.

“Inside, now!”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll try to be gentle,” he answered and began to press at my entrance.

I huffed and pushed him over before climbing on top of him, “I don’t want gentle. I want it all, and I want it now. I need you!”

He was staring up at me, his eyes shining as I placed myself above his d**k, “Take me then. I’m yours and I always will be.”

And as I began to take him inside, I only felt the slightest bit of discomfort before pure and utter bliss and relief as I was fully seated with him inside.

"Yes," I dragged out the word in a chuckle and then sighed and began to slowly bounce against his hips.

“Take what you need. I’m here for the ride,” I heard him say, but barely as the notion to speed up, to have him so fast and rough inside of me overwhelmed my senses.

“More, more, more,” I heard myself chanting as I placed my hands against the headboard for support as I bounced.

And Atticus didn’t disappoint.

He planted his feet on the bed and took hold of my hips before he started moving me with his thrusts into me.

My new chants of, “Yes,” must’ve given him all the encouragement he needed because, before long, he was all but slamming himself into me.

The sounds of our sweat-soaked bodies coming together, my ass hitting his thighs, and the headboard knocking against the wall sounded like music to my ears as I felt as though I could finally feel the Wisconsin winter breeze blowing through the open window.

“f**k, Atticus,” I moaned and dragged my fingernails down his chest and listened to him hiss and pound into me faster.

“Come, Holland. Come now,” he commanded through grit teeth and I did--

Oh, boy, did I.

With my back arched, my praise to the sky I came and came until I felt absolutely drained and it was then and only then did I notice that he had finished right along with me.

And he was bleeding!

“Atticus! Oh, my God,” I gasped as I looked over my fingernail tracks that were starting to pebble with blood, “I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled as his hands roamed up my body, “It’s fine. I liked it.”

I finally lifted up and off of him and stood as I donned my robe before handing him his boxers.

“So, are you going to tell me why that was some of the best s*x anyone could ever possibly have,” I asked as he sat up and began to dress.

“Uh, yeah...but you’re going to need to come stay the night with Lindsey for a little while,” he replied as he pulled on his jeans and then his shirt.

I chuckled and then stopped, “Wait...you two live together?”

“It’s...complicated. Tell your folks you’ll be staying with her and we will try our best to tell you what’s going on in the most uncomplicated way.”

He then kissed me and leaned his forehead against mine, “I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited for you, Holland. But I’m glad I have you know.”

I did feel more of a pull to him now. It was like there was a string attaching us to each other, like the string of fate.

“And you and Lindsey will me why I feel like I’ve known you forever...like we’re...--”

“--Destined? Yeah. I promise we’ll explain everything,” he whispered and kissed me again before pulling away.

“Oh--okay then. I guess I’ll ask my parents and then maybe I’ll see you tonight,” I smiled and pulled the robe a little tighter as I suddenly felt chilly.

He smiled as well and gave me one last kiss before he pulled on his boots, “Close that window or you’ll freeze.”

I did as told and followed him downstairs and the prospect of him leaving was causing my heart to hurt and I could feel the embers of that fire begin to light again.

I cleared my throat to push down the discomfort but he smirked knowingly.

“It will feel painful again, Holland. You’ll need me again, and soon--tonight. You need to try hard to come tonight or you won’t be able to move tomorrow because it’ll hurt so much,” he kissed me and stepped through the door and onto the porch.

“I’ll see you later,” he called as he moved down the stairs and over to his car.

"Tonight,” I breathed as a gust of cold air blew through my hair.

Little did I know, tonight would change my life forever.