Hey guys. Thanks to everyone who has read, voted, commented, or sent feedback to me. I really appreciate anything you have to say about my stories, even if it's not a compliment. Constructive criticism ftw! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next instalment of the "Fuck" series. (I was very tired when I came up with the name but I guess it's a little too late to change it.) Just wanted to say that I appreciate you guys and hopefully you will feel compelled to leave me a comment to let me know how you feel about it. Maybe even tell me what you want to see out of the stories?
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Amelia was sitting on her bed studying once again for her precal class. Her final was two weeks away but the class still had a quiz to do on Friday and it was already Thursday. She stared at the formulas in her notes and textbook and practiced them endlessly. She sighed and put her pen down and looked at her phone. Nothing. Blake hadn't said anything to her in two days. They had sat together for lunch like they were normally forced to do due to the fact that Kylie and Landon always wanted to sit together. She had taken to wearing tight, low-cut shirts so that she might get Blake's attention. Blake would say hello and smile at her occasionally but he hadn't bothered to text her or call her or randomly whisk her away from her studying like she had constantly fantasized him doing.
Studying was taking twice as long as normal lately because Amelia obsessed over the memories she had of fucking Blake. Masturbating would sate her for about 10 minutes but she would wish for his presence soon after that. She was also constantly engaged in the thoughts of whether or not she should have fucked or should continue to fuck Blake and whether or not he was the asshole she had always thought him to be. And of course with every thought she had of Blake came a feeling of stupidity that she was thinking about him so much just because he had given her some attention. She set her phone down and tried to focus. As soon as she did however, her phone vibrated and Amelia's heart leaped in her chest.
It was from Kylie.
Amelia let out an audible whine as she opened it.
"
Babes!! Pool party at Simon's tomorrow! It's at 3 and you're freakin going with us!"
Read the text. Amelia thought for a minute and texted back:
"Who's us?"
She asked, hoping for a certain answer.
"
Me, Landon and Blake duhhh.
" Kylie responded.
Amelia got nervous at the thought of being at a pool party with Blake and a bunch of other people.
But I want to see him. But he'll be without a shirt and that'll be so hard to deal with. I'm not great with containing my urges around him. Well fuck though he's probably just going to ignore me like he has been. Why is he acting like I don't exist?! Why is he driving me crazy?! God am I so pathetic that I obsess over a guy who is obviously not thinking about me, just because he fucked me?
Thought Amelia all at once.
Fuck it.
She texted to Kylie that she would go.
"
Yes!! We're all meeting up at Blake's house at 2:50. B there bitch!"
Texted Kylie. Amelia laughed.
She thought about how weird it might be to go to Blake's house again and possibly remember certain events that took place there. Then her mind drifted to Blake shoving her against the wall and kissing her for the first time. Amelia looked at her papers and notes, and then she looked at her computer.
Decisions, decisions.
She thought. Her hand lightly touched the part of her neck that Blake kissed the most and she closed her eyes, remembering. She looked at her math formulas one more time and sighed. She made her way to the computer to masturbate for the second time that day.
Jesus this really doesn't cover much.
Amelia thought as she stared at herself in the mirror while wearing her white bikini. It was Friday. She hadn't done as well on her test as she thought she'd do. She just kept imagining Blake, then getting frustrated that she couldn't stop thinking about him just because she was a horny whore. Then she would feel slightly ashamed that she was whoring around with Blake. Then she would remember she was taking a quiz and try to focus again.
It was 2:30 and she was trying to debate if she had time to go to a store and buy a more modest bathing suit before the time she was supposed to meet everyone at Blake's house. She turned around and looked at the back of her body in the mirror. Her round ass jiggled slightly as she turned and she realized that the bottoms of her bathing suit didn't cover much of her ass either. It kind of jumped out of the fabric. Amelia pictured Blake seeing her in the skimpy suit and realized that it would probably finally get his attention. Maybe if she looked hot enough he would regret not talking to her! She turned back around and looked at her big chest covered with minimal white material.
She thought for a second and looked in the mirror with a determined expression on her face:
Eat your fucking heart out Blake.
She put on a pair of tight shorts and a low cut tank top over her suit so that she wasn't driving around in her bathing outfit. Amelia grabbed her tote bag that contained her towel, sunscreen, and a change of clothes and made her way to her car.
When she pulled up to Blake's house, she saw Kylie and Landon standing in front of the house talking to each other. Amelia smiled and got out of her car to hug her best friend.
"Amelia!!" Kylie squealed as she hugged her. "Do you want a beer? I'm driving so don't worry about lettin loose!"
"Uh yeah sure." Smiled Amelia. Kylie looked at Landon.
"Baby where did you put the beer?"
"It's in the fridge but it's behind a bowl of something and in the door-you know what? I'll just show you." Landon replied and they started walking into the house.
"Amelia! Meet us in the backyard!" Kylie called out.
Amelia started walking.
When she walked into the house she was hit with the smell of Blake. It instantly turned her on. He smelled so fucking good to her. She shook her head and went into the backyard, trying to compose herself.
Amelia saw Blake as soon as she stepped into the backyard. Blake turned and smiled at her.
"Hey." He greeted. Amelia tried to greet him back but her mouth wouldn't produce sound so she cleared her throat and was then able to say
"Hey." Back to him.
Blake glanced at her cleavage and then turned to look forward and take a sip of his beer.
"How have you been?" He asked.
"Good...Studying a lot. Y'know, finals." Amelia replied awkwardly.
"Have you been touching yourself for me?" He asked with a grin, still looking forward.
"What-?" Amelia was shocked but was cut off when Kylie and Landon came through the sliding glass door and handed her a beer. It was already opened so Amelia took a quick swig and tried to act normal.
"When did you guys want to leave?" Landon asked.
"Whenever." Blake replied.
"I don't mind when we leave." Amelia stated with her heart still beating quickly.
"Lets gooo!" Whined Kylie.
So they all went back out to the front yard and piled into Kylie's car. Kylie was driving so Landon sat in the passenger's seat which forced Blake and Amelia into the back. Amelia glanced at Blake as she closed the door. He was wearing a T-shirt and his swimming trunks. Her heart started racing as she grew overcome with anxiety at the realization that he would be taking that shirt off and she would have to act normal. Kylie turned on the radio and started loudly singing to whatever came on. Amelia smiled at that. She adored Kylie and all her eccentricities. Amelia tried to forget who was sitting next to her and in her attempt, obsessed over it instead. Blake looked out of the window, allowing Amelia to stare at him...until he turned his head a minute later and Amelia was forced to pretend she hadn't been looking at all. Kylie took a sharp turn and Amelia practically fell into Blake's lap. Blake took this opportunity to slip his hand onto her bare thigh and rub it lightly, even after Amelia had regained her upright position. Amelia tried to quietly pry his hand off of her leg but he pushed down against her and she failed. She looked at him and he was smiling as he looked out of the window, pretending to be innocent. Amelia glared at him and then tried to look out of the window herself and ignore his hand. Amelia was not good at controlling her mind so she accidentally hyper focused on every movement his hand made. She took her phone out of her pocket and texted Blake.
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