N.B. All information (ie phone numbers) are fabricated, and anyone engaging in intimate relations is of legal age (18). I appreciate some of you thought the last instalment was categorised incorrectly, and I'm not sure this belongs in the same one, but it seems the most viable option. Happy reading!
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Caleb made it to school just in time to get settled and ready for his form class. He was uncertain as to whether leaving Mia alone in his home was a good idea or not, but he couldn't think of anything that might go wrong. The bell sounded and snapped him out of his thoughts. Mr Matthews stood to greet the stream of noisy year 8's now entering his class. Little cries of 'good morning' being shot into the air before they sat to take their seats and continued to chatter.
He hushed the class and walked around between the tables, laptop in hand, taking the register, checking that all their collar buttons were done, and that all their ties were correct. Satisfied with the attendance and their attire, he walked back to his desk, and sat down; leaning back in his chair and placing the end of a pen in his mouth, biting on it slightly as he thought of his schedule for the day.
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After Caleb left for school, Mia had gone back to bed, slipping into another deep sleep which she woke from feeling well rested. As she lay in bed she looked out the great window toward the Thames. They hadn't drawn the curtains last night, so the sun was streaming in, and everything was bathed in its warm yellow glow. She looked at the clock, it was almost eleven; safe to go home as her parents would be at work and her siblings at school.
She picked up her phone and paused to think of who might be in the area before sending the same text to a few people. The first response was from Reece.
"Depends. Where are you?" he asked.
Mia texted him back, telling him exactly she was.
"Give me half an hour. My lecture finishes in 15 mins and you know how shitty London traffic is."
She looked at the clock again, that meant she'd get home around 12pm. That was ok, she thought to herself. She sent him a text back containing just an emoji; a kissy face. He sent the same one back.
Getting out of bed now, Mia threw off the hoodie she was wearing, tossed it against the duvet and walked to the bathroom. Just then the house phone started ringing, she paused in the bathroom door. It continued to ring. Curious, she walked to where the sound was coming from and found herself in the study she had peaked into last night. She looked at the screen on the phone, there was no name, just a number.
Mia wasn't expecting to know the name even if there had been one, but she was curious nonetheless. She turned to leave. But the ringing stopped and a loud single beep sounded.
"Caleb! Where are- Never mind I just realised the time, you're probably at work. You were meant to stay at mine last night, what happened? I waited and even tried calling you but you didn't answer. Just because I love you doesn't mean you can walk all over me," Mia raised a brow, "Anyway, I would have just come to you but I left your keys at my mums. She misses you, ever since you bought her flowers on Mother's Day, she keeps talking about how great of a son in law you'd be," the woman on the phone paused, "anyway call me. I love you. You better call."
The message ended.
Mia picked up the phone and wrote the number down on a sticky note she found on the desk. Putting the phone back, she went to the bedroom and stuck the note on the back of her phone. Before going into the bathroom again.
Looking around quickly, she pulled a giant white towel off of a shelf filled with other towels of different sizes. She felt it in her hand and brought it to her face, burying her nose in the fabric; she loved the smell of clean laundry.
After spending a few seconds on figuring out how to use the shower, she managed to get it going and set it hot enough to cause the glass of the shower to fog up.
She draped the towel over a rack and made her way to the sink, there was only one toothbrush, and she'd forgotten to ask if he had any spares. Not bothered to look, she squeezed a small amount of paste onto her index finger and ran it briskly against her teeth, back and forth, before spitting and rinsing her mouth with some Listerine.
She smiled a wide smile at herself in the mirror, exposing her bright white teeth. They looked fine, but she felt odd not having brushed them properly. 'It'll have to do' she thought, before stepping into the now steaming shower; sighing as the little pellets of water licked away at her.
She looked around the large cubicle, her eyes settling on a built in shelf that housed a single bottle of shampoo and shower gel. Men were so simple; she smiled to herself and reached for the gel, squeezing out a good amount of dark blue liquid from the black bottle. It smelt earthy and aquatic at the same time; she was going to smell like a man, but Mia didn't mind too much.
Her hands slid all over her body, rubbing the wash into her skin and causing it to foam. As she rubbed the lather into her ass she noticed her bum was a little sore, but not unbearably so. She allowed a small smile to escape her as the thought back to last night.
She stood in the shower for another minute, allowing the water to wash away the lather from her body to reveal her clean, gleaming skin.
When she stepped out to dry herself, her phone was ringing. It was Reece.
"Hey gorgeous, I'm outside."
Mia glanced at the clock, it was 11.15pm. She'd spent twenty minutes in the shower without even realising. She let out an exasperated moan.
"I'll be down in 5". She hung up.
She skipped to the guest bathroom and found her jeans that were still hanging on the radiator, they looked a little crinkled, but that never mattered with tight jeans because they always smoothed out when you put them on.
She slid into them and let out another annoyed moan; she hated wearing jeans without knickers. Sitting down on the edge of the huge tub, she slipped on her socks and her boots.
Mia stood and stared at her topless self in the mirror for a moment before looking back at her jumper and bra. The jumper was wrinkled.
Sliding open the cupboard doors in Caleb's room, she searched for something to wear. As she rummaged through all the hangers she found a plain black zip up hoodie and yanked it off the hanger before throwing her arms through and slinging it on. It was huge. She zipped it to just a couple inches above her naval, leaving her cleavage exposed; and making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
Running her fingers through her hair, she stepped back to look at herself in the mirror from head to toe. Her hair was slightly messy, and she wore no makeup. But somehow she still managed to look good. 'Thank you, mum and dad', she thought as she acknowledged her good genes.
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As she closed the front door behind her, she checked to see whether it had locked itself; it had. Satisfied, she made her way to the lifts and waited for a 'ping'.
Briskly walking through the lobby, she heard a 'Good afternoon' behind her. Not wanting to be impolite, Mia turned quickly and smiled as she half yelled it back.
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She jogged the few paces to where Reece was parked, before opening the car door and falling into the passenger seat.
"That was 10, not 5" he said, looking at the girl who just entered his car.
Mia shrugged and pulled out her phone to silence a call.
He looked at her. Her dark hair in waves around her shoulders. Her bright eyes and long lashes still staring into her phone. Her Colgate white teeth biting at her full lips.
He licked his thumb and wiped her cheek, looking at it to see if anything had come off. She jolted her head back. "What the fuck?" she glared at him. Mia hated people touching her face.
"Just checking" he smiled calmly. "You're a fucking mess".
She continued to glare at him, his blond waves catching the sun and appearing gold.
"But you're still beautiful" he laughed under his breath.
Mia relaxed. Reece liked her a lot, and she gave him a lot of shit for it. She knew it wasn't fair, but it was her default response. She'd never understood why men were willing to put up with her, she never thought a pretty face was worth the amount of trouble she put them through.
He hunched over to look up through the window at the building that towered over them. "Who lives there?"
She shrugged again, her eyes returning to her phone.
He straightened up, gaze falling to her chest, before settling on her face. "You're not wearing a bra".
