Unapologetically Me

Chapter Sixteen

Excitement bubbled in me as Monday rolled around. I had spent all day Sunday texting James and it seemed like he was back to normal after I had opened up about the whole Dexter situation.

It was probably stupid that I was giddy over seeing him at school, but I couldn't help myself. He had seemed so overwhelmed when he was dealing with Pink Streak in all her drunken glory but after she was gone and we finally talked he seemed to relax with me. I had hoped he would come over Sunday, but he was busy with his family, so I didn't push it.

I had put extra effort into myself just so that when he saw me, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about me. It was almost a relief to have him back after the hellish week I had avoiding him and taking sh*t from my mom about anything and everything. Our electricity got cut on Friday morning because we had not paid it. It took me all f*cking afternoon looking through a f*ck ton of mail to find the electric bill. I also found countless other bills that were due and it had put me in the surly mood for the rest of the day.

I had ditched calls from Chloe up until she began spamming every single social media account with messages to call her. I figured it was an emergency so I called her only for her to whine about me not coming to a stupid party.

So after the afternoon I had, I figured I would go and I was glad I did now, although I had been seeing red most of the night watching her all over James.

Now I watched as he stared down at Pink Streak with an annoyed look on her face as she grinned up at him with her cute little dimples. I smiled and he turned to look at me. I raised my eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Who are you looking at with those sparkly eyes?" Chloe glanced to where I had been looking and raised her eyebrows.

"You back at it with him now again?"

"Kind of. We have talked a little."

"He's still giving little Pinky some attention though."

"I know." I shrugged. "We're not an item or anything, so it's okay."

"So you're okay with them kissing then?" I turned and saw Pink Streak with her mouth glued to his. I felt a flare of jealousy and slammed my locker shut.

"Yes." I gritted through my teeth. She raised her eyebrows at me and shrugged.

"Okay."

I walked to class wondering what the hell that was about. Was he trying to make me jealous?

I went through the whole class pissed off that he had kissed her even though we hadn't drawn clear lines over what we wanted. I knew I wanted him, but did he want other girls too?

When I got into the class I had with him I was surprised to see him already sitting right next to the spot I usually sat in. I didn't say anything. We didn't have assigned seating but it seemed strange to see him there. I had mixed feelings after witnessing their kiss, so I was unsure of the greeting I would get or even give him.

"Hey," He said as I sat down.

He smiled at me and I gave him a polite smile back. Yep. Still salty about the kiss.

"What's wrong?"

I took a pencil out of my bag and shrugged. "Nothing."

"Nothing like nothing or nothing like you saw Lara kiss me, nothing?"

"The second one."

"She kissed me. I didn't kiss her back." He whispered to me as the teacher Mrs.Danforth walked in.

"Okay." She began speaking so he shut up and sat back in his seat. I took notes, but couldn't help but look over at him a few times. He was taking notes too, but did the same, smiling a few times when he'd catch me looking at him.

Id*ot. I couldn't stay mad at him though. Especially when he passed me a note in the middle of class with 'sorry' written on it and a cute cartoon dog on it with puppy eyes. I rolles my eyes and drew a stick figure with the middle finger sticking up and passed it back.

He snorted quietly at it and smirked.

We both passed stupid cartoons back and forth after that until the bell rung and then he walked me to my locker. "I really am sorry though. Do you forgive me or do I have to draw out a whole page worth of apologies.

I smiled at him and shrugged. "Just make it up to me with a kiss of my own."

He perked an eyebrow and looked around. "Here?"

"No. The kiss I want," I tip-toed and placed my hand on his chest ,"has to be done behind closed doors. The kiss I want is a lot further south than the one you gave her."

I winked at him as I shut my locker door and walked away, smirking at the way he stood stunned, his cheeks pink and his mouth hanging open.

The rest of the day was uneventful. During cheer practice I twisted my ankle and had to sit out the rest. Football season was almost at a close and dance season would start soon. I needed to decide if I was even still going to do dance. The uniforms were expensive and the competitions took us all over the country. After all of the bills I found, I wasn't even sure what we were going to do.

I had heard my mom talking on the phone with someone about an insurance payout and I could only think that she could mean my dad's life insurance money. My mom was horrible with money and if she got her claws on the money, our home and bills would see none of it.

After practice was done, I drove home and was surprised to see James' car parked at the curb. I grinned, remembering his face and smiled when I saw him hop out quickly.

"I don't remember having any past due homework to do." I said as soon as I opened my car door. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged one shoulder.

"I just wanted to come and give you my apology kiss."

"Oh! That? Well...seeing as you're here, you might as well." I winced as I placed my weight on my hurt ankle and he looked down at my foot.

"What happened?"

"Twisted it at practice. Might have sprained it."

"Yeah...looks pretty swollen." He placed an arm around my waist and helped me inside, even though I knew I could walk on my own. Once inside I set my backpack and shoes by the door and took his hand and led him upstairs. I could hear my mom talking on the phone so I raised my finger to my lips and he nodded. We walked into my room and I locked the door behind me, grinning up at him.

"Come here." I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and he placed his hands on my hips, kissing me. It felt like a breath of fresh air. I could smell the cinnamon and cologne on him and sighed as he pushed me lightly back to my bed.

"I don't blame her." I told him as he kicked his shoes off and took his zip up sweater off.

"Blame who?"

"Pink Streak. For kissing you. You are an amazing kisser."

He smiled and placed his hand on his chest. "Me? An amazing kisser?"

"Yes you. Don't get a big head over it. But yeah, you're a great kisser."

"Baby, my head's already big. I got one of the hottest girls in school to be interested in me. You don't have to worry about the inflation rate of my head."

"One of the hottest? Who else makes the list?"

He grinned as he pushed me back onto my bed and shook his head.

"I'm not getting in trouble for naming any girls out. Just be happy with the title."

"Nope. You already opened the can of worms. Might as well tell me, or else I'll become obsessed and you won't even get to give me the kiss you owe me."

He rolled his eyes and pushed my thighs apart and rested his hips against mine, keeping his weight on his arms above me.

"If I tell you one name will I be cleared?"

"If it's the only name above mine."

"No one is above you. You're the hottest. Hands down."

"Liar. But I'll take it. Give me the girl below me."

"Alicia Whitlock. I think the fake t*ts are a nice touch, but too much. Natural women are better."

"Boo. So no boob job for me then?"

"Nope. These are perfect." He leaned down and nipped at my boob over my shirt. I felt my panties moisten and he grinned.

"Fine. You're clear." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face to me. His tongue slid gracefully into my mouth and I moaned at his taste. Now this felt right. This felt good.

He rested his weight on me as he moved his hand down to the bottom of my thin white t-shirt I had worn to school. He pushed it up and cupped my breast over my bra.

"Perfect," he groaned as he kissed down my neck. I closed my eyes and moved my hands into his hair. I pulled it back and took his mouth back against mine, pushing my hips up against his already erect c*ck.

"F*ck." he grunted and placed his hand in between us, adjusting his pants. "You can't do that. I still owe you a kiss, but I want to save him for later."

"I owe you a kiss too." I whispered against his ear. I nipped at it and he moaned as I cupped him. I moved my hand over his pants and he kissed my collar bone , panting.

"Okay." He whispered. " But me first because it's all I could think about all day. I've been wanting to taste your p***y from the moment I laid eyes on you."

He sat up and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down roughly. I lifted my legs to help him and he licked his lips as he pressed his fingers over my wet thong. He scooted down the bed and wrapped his arms around my thighs pulling my thong aside. He groaned loudly, seeing my p*ssy and for a second I felt like shrugging my thighs.

No one had ever done this to me before and when I had suggested it earlier, I didn't think that he would be so eager to do it. Sensing my nervousness he glanced up from it and bit his bottom lip.

"Do you want to, or did you change your mind?"

"I want to. I'm just...nervous."

"First time?"

"Yes."

"I'll try to make it good then." He bent his face against me and flattened his tongue over my c**t. I laid back, the sensation of his warm tongue on me in that way making bolts of electricity shoot through my body. He licked and sucked on me and I moaned, loving the way it felt. It was so good.

"God, baby, you taste so good." He breathed on my center. His hand moved from around my thigh and I felt his fingers at my entrance. He sank them in slowly and I moaned as he moved them into me slowly with the rhythm of his tongue.

I dug my hands in his hair, arching my back as he quickened his pace. I moaned loudly again and he sucked on my c**t roughly. I felt pleasure pool at the bottom of my stomach, slowly rising with every lash of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.

"I-I'm going to c*m!" I gasped as he nipped and sucked on me and fell heavily back against the bed, feeling my whole body sing with my orgasm.

He kissed the top of my mound and climbed back up my body, kissing my stomach, then in between my breasts over my shirt and then my chin and mouth. As he kissed me I could taste myself on him and I wondered why Dexter would ever think that this was gross. If anything it turned me on knowing that he had me in his mouth.

"My turn." I whispered against his lips. He moved to lay down on my bed and I straddled his legs and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pushed them down, revealing his big, fat c*ck and I felt my mouth water. I glanced up at his face and he was watching me with lust filled eyes. I laid in between his legs and grabbed his c*ck in my hand. I stroked him slowly, watching as he laid his head back and close his eyes.

I smiled and licked the tip of his c*ck tentatively. He hissed at the sensation and looked back down at me. I flattened my tongue and licked him from root to tip, teasingly. I could see the desperation build in his eyes as I continued the slow torture.

It's what he deserved for letting her kiss him. "Please." He said after another tortuous round. I stroked him, squeezing a little harder as I moved my mouth over the tip and sucked, tasting the bead of precum that had beaded on the tip as I had tortured him. He groaned loudly and pressed his hand to his mouth.

"F*ck." He whispered in a husky voice. I smiled as I took his c*ck further in my mouth and continued to stroke the rest, twisting every now and then. He began panting, his hand moving to tangle in my hair. I loved watching him come undone by me.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him hard. He gripped my hair and pushed his hips up. I took him deep, feeling his c*ck touch the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes. He let out another long groan, covering his mouth with his arm.

He began tapping the top of my head and I knew that he was close. I cupped his balls, feeling him tighten and swallowed the c*m as he came in my mouth. I gave him one last suck, his body shuddering and his eyes closing. I laid next to him and kissed his Adam's apple as it bobbed when he swallowed.

"F*ck. Not to bring this up at the wrong time, but I can totally understand why Dexter would want bl*wjobs from you. That was...f*ck." He shook his head and widened his eyes.

I smiled at him and laid my head on his chest. He tucked himself back into his pants and wrapped his arms around me.

I cuddled into him and felt so satisfied. I wished I could just stay here with him forever.

"Thank you. You weren't so bad either."

He chuckled and rubbed my side. "Thanks."

"Not to bring this up at the wrong time, but was I better than Pink Streak?"

"Jealous girl. Yes. By far, yes. Best bl*w job ever."

"You're sweet."

"Nothing sweet about that comment, Kelly. Just the truth."