NaughtyGirls
1123 Words
Isabelle
My heart was still racing in my chest like it was trying to escape from my chest.
Like I hadn’t heard what he had said, I stretched high on my toes and reached for the glass in the cupboard. But I was too far, my fingers barely grazing the top of the shelf let alone the glass.
As Henrys reached for the glass, his arms brushed my shoulders and his body pressed against my back.
My body twitched as his limp d**k pressed hard against the cracks of my ass. As though he felt it t00, his c**k throbbed.
It was getting thicker. I felt a strong urge to push my ass back, to feel his thick member inside me.
Pulling out the cup, Henry handed it over to me. “Here,” he said, without stepping back.
My heart leapt at how deep and masculine his voice was.
Henry didn’t step back, his heat was still sneaking into me, his c**k pressing through the fabrics against the splits of my ass, making my cunt hum with warmth.
“Thank you,” I said, snaking away from there.
I headed to the kitchen Island and poured myself a glass of water from the jug, the gurgling sound filling the air.
I chugged the water down, harder than necessary, like it could ease the heat growing between my legs.
Get a grip on yourself, I told myself before chugging down another glass of water.
“Easy,” he said, his voice light like he was teasing me. “You might choke.”
I won’t, I told myself. I was sharp about it in my head. And then I do.
The water went down the pipe. A series of sharp coughs erupted from the throat as water surged back up.
With long strides, Henrys crossed over and pressed a napkin into my hands before I requested.
For a fleeting moment, our fingers touched. A stupied electric feeling jolted my nerves.
His fingers were warm. Too warm. They were strong. Too strong.
An unbidden memory surfaced, it was the same fingers that had pushed the girl’s head down his d**k.
My body flinched before I could think.
Henry crossed back and leaned against the counter. “So, about last night.”
My chest tightened. “Nothing happened last night,” I said, too quickly. “I didn’t see you and you didn’t see me. Everywhere was quite dark.”
Silence dragged between us.
“I didn’t know you were Daniel’s sister,” he muttered, “I thought you were one of his girls. You know someone he brought home.” He let out a soft laugh.
I rolled my eyes. “So my brother is just like you.” I scoffed.
His eyes locked with mine. “Oh no, that’s an insult,” he said, “your brother is much worse. I always pity the girls he brought home.”
He smiled like he was reliving a memory.
“Anyway.” His attention snapped back to me. “If I had known, I would have never…” he paused. “You know that I did that.”
“It’s fine,” I cut in,” It’s cool. Like I said, I saw nothing.”
Dipping his hand in his pocket, Henry flashed me a boyish smile and sauntered out of the kitchen.
Once I was alone, I sighed before returning the keg bag to the fridge.
Now that he knew I was Daniel’s sister I doubt he would want to f**k me. I didn’t know if I was happy or disappointed about that.
I returned to my room, prepared, and left for classes.
*******
It was almost dark by the time I returned back home. After punching the keypad, the door clicked open and I strode in, my legs stiff from doing my clearance and sitting for lectures.
I strode to the corridor, and that’s when I heard his voice—their voices. Daniel and Henry’s from inside Daniel’s room.
As I inched closer, Henrys’s voice got clearer.
“You never mentioned you have a sister,” he said, “step-sister.” He corrected himself.
Daniel’s voice followed after. “I can’t really call her that,” he replied, “I barely know her. Just met her once before now. At our parents' wedding we didn’t even talk. Just a casual hi.”
It shouldn’t have hurt. I had said similar things to myself. But it made my stomach twist. It made me feel like now, Henrys might be bold enough to come for me.
Fear gripped me, but something else surged. Something like a thrill.
Henrys chuckled. “f**k she’s hot,” he said.
My stomach tightened.
“She is?” Daniel asked.
“I mean have you looked at her?” Henry’s voice bubbled. “Those curves.”
“Didn’t notice,” Daniel said, “besides I prefer them slimmer.”
As I heard his footsteps draw close, I rushed to the door and pretended to just return home.
Daniel’s eyes met with mine as he stepped into the sitting room. “You’re back.”
“Just returned.” I conjured a smile. “You’re going out?” I questioned after taking his outfit—a black shirt and black trousers.
“We’re throwing a party tonight.” Henry stepped into the living room.
“So, I’m going to get some drinks and snacks,” Daniel chimed in. “Should I get you anything?”
Before I could respond, Henry shot a question at me.
“Will you attend the party? There will be some freshers. You can make new friends.” He winked at me.
My stomach clenched for a moment.
I’ve watched enough movies, heard enough stories from Lisa’s cousins to know what happens at such parties.
Alcohol and sexy boys—the surest way to throw your v-card away.
I shook my head.
Henry drawled in disappointment. “It’s going to be fun. Music, games, drinks—”
“I don’t drink.” The words snapped out of my throat.
“That’s boring,” Daniel said.
Henrys looked at me and smirked. “Don’t worry. You’ll drink tonight.”
My eyes widened.
“I’ll teach you,” Henry added.
There was something about his voice that made it feel like he was referring to something else.
And it was more shameful that my body reacted to his words, as I felt a pull in my stomach.
Daniel headed to the door, while Henrys drew close to me and whispered.
“Dress sexy for tonight,” he said, his breath warm against my ears. “I like naughty students.”
Like he had pressed a button, my body instantly turned hot.
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