Rebel

69. Rebel

🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍

In the past few days, I have gotten closer to Natalie more than I expected. She has been visiting me with the excuse of games and studies. The way she was upset about her father’s reaction last week. I thought she will outright shut me down and sit in her room like a good girl. But turns out she is far from a good girl and I love it. More I talk to her, I realize she is a rebel.

“All crime is legal for one hour. What do you do?” I had asked her last evening in hopes she will spill something.

“Jaywalk,” she replied with glee in her eyes.

“You Rebel!!” I chuckle and smack her arm.

“What about you?”

“hmmm… I will probably loiter beneath No Loitering sign.”

That makes her giggle. She has told me many times my jokes are stupid, but I am not backing off as long as she laughs.

Nowadays, it takes a sincere effort to not stare at her. Yesterday, she was wearing shorts. I couldn’t help but admire her strong runner legs. When she hugs me, I bask under the softness I feel against my chest. I miss her soft, full lips so much. I often wonder how long I need to wait before I can taste her again.

It’s probably inappropriate. But I can’t help it.

I don’t think it’s one-sided. I have a similar effect on her. Sometimes I tie her hair up while we are playing Mario kart. I see her shudder when my fingers brush off her neck. I think she leaves her hair open on purpose, So I can tie it for her. Being around her seems like prolonged foreplay.

The only thing bothering me is my father’s prying eyes. He seems content that I have been mingling with a girl more than usual. It pisses me off, but not enough to deter her from visiting me. We usually stay in the basement or in the living room. I have been avoiding taking her to my room. I don’t want my parents to get ideas. It is sordid that they are watching me in hopes I sleep with some girl.

Ick!

……

As I am walking to my next class, I can see Sam, my teammate, walking in my direction. His smirk tells me some crap is about to fall out of his mouth.

Things have been rough with West the past week. The team has been divided into two sides. Sam and David are especially loving it. Norris and a few more players are trying to stay neutral. Coach was pissed and worried about West’s behavior and sent him to a physiotherapist for his injuries. I am not sure, but I think he has been assigned a counselor too. Honestly, I am least concerned about him now.

“You had no problem taking up a fight with David over a stupid girl a few weeks ago. So you don’t get to tell me to keep my nerves calm.”

He had told me a few days back. There was no need to make that mean comment. I was just worried about his evaluations. It’s exhausting how most people at school do not miss a chance to degrade Natalie. Just a few weeks ago, I thought he regretted his behavior towards her when he confessed he had mistreated her.

“You will lose your captaincy, West.” Norris had warned him. But he is behaving as if it doesn’t matter to him anymore.

When Sam passes me, he says, “Your neighbor and our caption are having private time in the locker room!”

It makes my jaw tight. I clench my fists to control myself. I know I shouldn’t get ideas, but still; I start pacing toward the locker room. I see Natalie walking toward me. Sam is right. It seems she just came out of the locker room.

I want her for myself and I want to show others we are together. So they can shut up for good. She is visibly flushed. Her cheeks are pink. The implication pisses me off. She is looking down while walking toward me. I block her way, and she looks up, startled.

“Hey..” she squeaks.

“One week is up. What’s your answer?” I demand.

She swallows, trying to read my face, and says, “Wh.. what?”

“You asked for a week. I want your answer now. Yes or a No.”

No ‘Maybe’ this time. No ‘wait’ or ‘one more week’ this time.

She looks at me with intense green eyes and says, “Yes!”

That’s all I need.

I grab her by the hair and kiss her. I don’t care if we are standing in the middle of the hallway with plenty of students swarming around us. I want them to see it.

To my delight, she kisses me back with the same severity.

“oohhh wow!” someone exclaims.

“GET HER!!” Another one applauds.

Hooting & whistling starts among fellow students to cheer us on.

I want to devour her right here. But I don’t want to embarrass her either. So I pull away. I can see she doesn’t want me to stop. That’s enough for me to know. She wants me back.

I pull her along with me toward the closet. There is no hesitation in me today. Ever since our kiss that night, I have been counting days. A pang of lust has been simmering inside me. This hunger has been consuming me. I want to explore her. Own her.

I push her against the wall and she pulls me near, grabbing my t-shirt. Her passion matches mine. That’s enough consent for me to do anything I want. My cock twitches at the thought and I kiss her again with more intensity. My hand wanders under her shirt to touch her soft plump breasts while I taste her mouth. In return, she arches her back and grabs my hair. My cock gets harder with every second passing.

We break our kiss to take a breath and stay there with our heads against each other. We are staring into one other’s eyes with a strong desire. It’s exotic.

I trace her spine and knead her back to get a moan out of her lips. She bites my shoulder to stifle her whimpers. I love the fact that she is putty in my arms and I can play her the way I want.

Her whole body is wrapped around mine. I want more. I know I do.

I grab her by the hair to look at her redden cheeks and ask, “What do you want?”

“More…” she whispers.

“If we don’t go to the class now, they will know what we are doing.”

She swallows and says, “Let them know.”

I have never seen anything more sensual than what’s in front of me.

God bless me.

If I do the deed, I know I won’t last. I am barely holding myself between her moans and whimpers. She puts her hands below my T-shirt to trace and scratch me. I open her shirt’s buttons to touch her bare shoulder.

I kiss and suck the base of her neck while massaging her back with my firm hands. This seems to get louder moans out of her mouth. I seal her lips with mine to smother her voice. With each passing second, our kiss turns more violent and desperate. When we break away from our kiss, she pushes her core to mine and grinds herself onto me. I am so fucking glad I am not the only one aching. My cock is hard and uncomfortable when I adjust myself. She whispers, “It’s too much risk we are taking right now.”

“I know.”

But I don’t give a fuck.

I place my thigh between her legs. She puts her hand inside my jeans to feel me. I suck in a sharp breath when she grabs my cock in her tiny palm. She slowly starts to rub herself on my thigh while stroking me. Her hard nipples are poking through her thin shirt’s fabric. I want to take a bite.

God! There is so much I want to do.

Her ragged breath. Her lips parted and her eyes bewildered with lust. The sight is too much for me to handle.

I grab her by her waist to hump her faster. Her grip on my cock tightens and her moans turn into shrieks. It’s enough to trigger my climax.

“Just keep going… Jacob…. Just…” she says and soon her body shudders vigorously on me when she reaches her peak. It’s a beautiful sight. I would do anything to watch it again and again.

She falls on my chest and we both breathe hard. She pulls her hand out of my jeans, we both chuckle weakly to see my cum on her palm. My heart is beating too fast and the bliss of what just happened is too high. I give her a chaste kiss, then put her down to clean ourselves up.

For once, I am glad that she carries so much stuff in her bag. She has tissues, wet wipes, and whatnot in her tiny backpack.