Love

My name is Ethan Parker, and I’m a junior at one of the most well-known public high schools in my city. I’ve had a massive crush on this girl from the neighboring high school for a long time. Let’s just call her Olivia Carter. She’s gorgeous—tons of guys are into her, and she’s pretty popular at her school.

Honestly, I’ve never had the guts to tell Olivia how I feel. Forget actually asking her out; even texting her made my hands shake. Hahaha… what can I say, man? I’ve got some bitter history with girls, so I’m kinda traumatized about getting close to one.

Luckily, I’ve got my best friends, Jake and Ryan. They’re the ones I always vent to whenever I’m stressing about Olivia.

One day during a free period at school, I stepped out of class, put on my headphones, and started zoning out thinking about her. I was so deep in my daydream that I didn’t even notice Jake and Ryan standing right next to me.

“Yo, dude, what the hell are you doing? You’re gonna get possessed or something!” Jake smacked my back with his thick 200-page economics textbook. I jumped up like I’d been electrocuted.

“Bro, you trying to give me a heart attack?!” I snapped.

“What’s up, Ethan? Thinking about the queen again, huh? Hahahahaha!” Ryan jumped in. Me and Ryan always called Olivia “the queen” as our code name.

“Come on, man… always Olivia this, Olivia that. Let’s hit up Blueball Café! I’m starving, bro!” Jake said.

“Nah, I’m good. I don’t have any cash,” I replied sarcastically.

“Hah? Ryan, you buying this?” Jake asked with his heavy accent.

“No way… this rich kid? Nah,” Ryan answered with an equally thick drawl.

Jake and Ryan had transferred from somewhere out of state. They still talked with that heavy regional accent from back home.

“Man, what are you guys even saying? Speak normal English! I can’t understand a word,” I cut in with a straight face.

“Hahahahaha… that’s why you gotta pay attention in regional accent class, dude!” Jake laughed mockingly as if there really were a class on regional accents at this school

“Forget it, just come with us! Hurry up… we’ll spot you. Mr. Anderson isn’t teaching today, and the final bell’s about to ring anyway,” Ryan said, yanking my arm.

I wasn’t really feeling it, but I’d rather go than stand around looking like an idiot in front of the classroom. So I went back in, grabbed my bag plus theirs, and followed them out.

Blueball Café sat at the intersection right near school—just a five-minute walk. I slung my backpack over my shoulder lazily. My mood was off all day.

After a few minutes, we spotted the café with rows of parked bikes and cars out front. I noticed one motorcycle I recognized immediately, and my stomach dropped. I glanced at Ryan and Jake—they were fighting back grins.

My gut feeling got worse. We walked inside, and in the corner I saw a group of guys and girls, all still in high school uniforms. I didn’t recognize any of them.

“Yo!” Jake greeted one of his buddies.

“Yo! You skipping too, bro? Hahahahaha!” the guy replied. I think his name was Tyler—a big, tall dude who looked like the typical tough-guy type.

“Hey Chloe. You been waiting long?” Ryan asked one of the girls he had a serious crush on. They immediately started talking privately.

Soon the whole group was chatting loudly about everything and nothing. I just sat there quietly, listening and laughing when something funny came up (I didn’t know anyone there, after all).

I drifted off again, still uneasy about that familiar motorcycle outside. Not knowing what else to do, I put my headphones back on, looked down at my phone, and scrolled through songs.

Once I found the right track, I hit play. My favorite music filled my ears. I smiled and tilted my head back.

I froze. It felt like a construction worker had me in a chokehold. There was Olivia standing right in front of me, hands in her jacket pockets, smiling sweetly. My heart slammed in my chest.

“Take those headphones off! You’re gonna go deaf!” she said, snatching them away.

“Report to your queen first!” Ryan elbowed me.

I was so shocked and starstruck that I could barely speak. “Huh? Q… queen? Whaaaaah?” I mumbled like an idiot.

The whole group burst out laughing. Jake was crying from laughing so hard, and Tyler pounded the table. I have no idea how stupid my face looked, but I was mortified. I never expected Olivia to be part of this crew.

After that, I started joining the conversation. Turns out they were all cool, friendly, outgoing kids. I fit right in with the group.

From then on, we hung out all the time. I got to know every member of the crew, and because of them I was able to get closer to Olivia.

We all got really tight. One weekend we decided to go to the mall together. The girls—Madison, Olivia, Chloe, and Hailey—wanted to check out clothes, while me, Ryan, Tyler, and Jake headed to the gadget expo on the fifth floor. We took Jake’s big SUV.

Like most girls around here, Madison, Chloe, and Hailey wore t-shirts and short shorts, but Olivia had on a t-shirt and full-length jeans.

Her shirt was modest but tight, and a little loose around the chest, which really showed off her sexy figure and gave a tempting view of her cleavage.

I sat up front next to Jake, who was driving. The girls squeezed together in the middle row, and Tyler and Ryan took the back.

In the car, the girls were gossiping nonstop.

“Damn, Olivia, you look so sexy right now…” Madison teased.

“Yeah… it’s giving a certain vibe… hahahaha,” Hailey added, and the other girls laughed.

Olivia looked embarrassed and tried to cover her chest.

“Come on… all my shirts are in the wash. I didn’t realize this one was too small.”

They moved on to talking about makeup, fashion trends, and a bunch of other stuff guys don’t care about. Ryan and Tyler were deep in conversation about a phone in the gadget magazine Jake brought.

I pretended to scroll on my phone, but I kept sneaking glances at Olivia’s cleavage from across the seat. I swallowed hard.

Right before we reached the mall, a heavy downpour started.

“Aw man… it’s pouring, and the underground parking is probably full. Let’s find somewhere else,” Jake said.

“Nooo! They have umbrellas you can borrow there!” the girls answered together.

“Fine… whatever,” Jake chuckled and pulled into the open-air parking lot.

We parked, jumped out, and ran toward a covered area. Three parking attendants happened to be heading back with four umbrellas. Everyone grabbed one. Me and Olivia got left behind. We watched the others head off under the umbrellas.

Five minutes passed and no one came back for us.

“Wanna just run for it? It’s less than a hundred yards,” I said to Olivia.

She nodded. We dashed through the heavy rain. By the time we reached the mall entrance we were both soaked, though my waterproof jacket saved me from the worst of it.

“Shit, sorry… the attendants just took off somewhere,” Jake apologized.

“Yeah, we were gonna give you guys an umbrella but they left with all of them,” Madison grumbled.

I nodded. When I looked at Olivia, she was shivering, completely drenched. Because her shirt was wet, every curve of her body was visible, and her cleavage was even more exposed. I swallowed again.

As we walked inside, I noticed every pair of eyes in the mall staring at Olivia’s impressive cleavage. The others didn’t notice because they were walking ahead.

Olivia tried desperately to cover herself. She looked mortified and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. She was shivering badly. Feeling bad for her, I ran to the nearest drink stand, bought a hot tea, and brought it back.

“Here…” I handed it to her.

“Thanks, Ethan,” she said quietly. She drank it right away, but it was awkward because she still had to keep covering herself.

When she lifted her arm to sip, the shape of her breasts became even clearer. My eyes widened and my dick instantly got hard. I quickly pushed the dirty thought away.

I felt sorry for her, so I took off my jacket and put it on her, then wrapped my arm around her. Disappointed groans came from all directions as her body disappeared under my jacket.

I shot a sharp look at a group of guys who had been laughing and pointing at her. When they saw me glaring, they scattered.

Olivia was surprised by what I did but didn’t pull away. She looked at me with an expression I’ll never forget—deep, intense, and piercing. It made me weak.

I couldn’t hold her gaze, so I let go of her shoulder and slowed down until I was at the back of the group. I felt embarrassed, awkward, and weird about what I’d done.

I thought she’d be furious with me. But she wasn’t. She kept joking around like normal, though I caught her glancing at me a few times. My heart raced. Did this mean she had feelings for me too?

One weekend there was a big city festival. My crew invited me to watch the parade at the town square, but I turned them down because I wanted to get home early. My house was pretty far from downtown.

The whole ride home I barely saw anyone—they were all heading to the festival. The city felt like a ghost town. I wondered just how big this event really was.

I cruised on my motorcycle, relaxed. When I reached the intersection, the light was green. “Nice, gun it!” I thought.

Suddenly, right in the middle of the intersection, a motorcycle came flying toward me at high speed. The rider looked drunk—no helmet, red eyes, messed-up face. I slammed the brakes, but he swerved to follow me. I was stunned. We were only a yard apart.

“What the fuck should I do?!” I cursed in my head.

CRASSSSHHHH!!!

I caught a glimpse of the asphalt flying away from me and then… everything,

went,

black.

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The first thing I felt was pain and cold in my right arm.

“Where am I? I think I crashed… am I dead?” I wondered.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on a couch. White ceiling. Sweet perfume smell—I vaguely recognized it. I looked around and saw my friends sitting nearby: Noah, Emma, and… Olivia!! My breath caught.

“Still alive, Ethan? Hahaha!” Emma joked.

“You’re damn lucky, man. Just some bruises on your arm! Your bike’s totaled in the yard. Nobody else helped until Olivia found you. But dude… passing out like that?” Noah laughed.

“Ouch! Why are you guys all here?” I asked, wincing as I touched my arm.

“I was on my way home and saw you lying in the road with your wrecked bike. I texted Noah and Emma since everyone else was stuck in festival traffic. Luckily they hadn’t left yet, so I sent them over,” Olivia explained while pressing a cold compress on my bruised arm.

So that was the cold feeling. My pulse raced…

“An angel spoke to me…” I muttered.

“Huh? What’d you say, Ethan? You’re definitely talking nonsense! He was talking about you, Olivia!” Noah blurted with a grin.

“What? For real? What did you just say?” Olivia asked me.

“Ah, nothing… don’t worry about it… hahaha,” I replied.

Emma checked her watch. “Hey, Noah and I gotta head out. My date’s waiting… hehe. Saturday night, you know? Haha.”

“Uh-huh, we know… the ones still single…” Olivia laughed.

“See you later, man! Ethan, drive safe next time! We’re out, Olivia!” Noah said, grabbing his helmet.

“Later!” Emma smiled. Something about her smile felt like it had a hidden meaning.

Olivia walked them out. Her phone was lying on the table. I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed it and opened her messages.

I was shocked. There were tons of texts from random guys trying to hit on her. Even while I was looking, new ones kept coming in.

Then I checked her sent messages. I couldn’t believe it—she only replied to me and our crew, and she texted me the most by far. Ever since the café incident, we’d been texting a lot.

“Wawawawawawa……!!” I screamed happily in my head.

Seconds later the door opened and Olivia walked back in.

“Hey Ethan, have you eaten—” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw me on her phone.

My heart dropped.

“Shit… idiot! Idiot!! She’s gonna be pissed!” I panicked internally.

“Have you eaten? I’m about to make some chicken stir fry. Want some?” she asked, taking her phone back and sitting on the floor beside me. I could tell she was trying to stay calm.

“Uh… yeah, I already ate… hehe,” I answered awkwardly.

An uncomfortable silence fell over us. We were both nervous and embarrassed. Finally I tried to break it.

“So… where am I exactly? I meant to ask earlier but kept forgetting.”

“This is my house. You crashed nearby. The street was empty and no one else was around, so I brought you here,” she smiled awkwardly.

“For real? I’m at your place? I feel bad about your family—I’m a guy!” I said quickly.

“It’s fine… everyone’s at the store, so no one’s home,” she said softly.

“So… it’s just… the two of us here?” I asked, stumbling over the words.

Olivia nodded slowly, looking down at her phone. I caught a blush on her cheeks. I tried to sit up, ignoring the pain in my arm.

“Don’t sit up yet!” she said, grabbing my hand.

I looked straight into her eyes. We stared at each other for a long moment. Her calm gaze was full of maturity and warmth. I was speechless.

The pain in my arm disappeared. A few seconds later Olivia realized first and blushed.

“Oh, right. I’ll go make those fry…” she said, changing the subject.

I stayed quiet.

When she stood up, I pulled her hand fast so our faces were inches apart.

She was a little taller than me, maybe 5'7", with fair skin, a slim body, and breasts that weren’t huge but were perky and incredibly tempting. Perfect proportions. Her long, straight, shoulder-length black hair looked well-cared for.

Olivia stared deeply into my eyes. For a second I hesitated… “Should I?” I thought.

I leaned in. She didn’t pull away, so I went for it.

I kissed her lips with all the affection I had. No resistance—she even closed her eyes.

I gently pulled her down beside me and kept kissing her.

The feeling was incredible—her lips were warm and soft. We made out for about three minutes. In that time, who wouldn’t get turned on? Hehe…

I wrapped my arms around her waist. Olivia opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. I brushed her hair aside, revealing her smooth, elegant neck, and caught the scent of her perfume. I kissed the left side of her neck.

“Mmmmmhh…” Olivia moaned softly and squeezed my hands.

I turned her so she was sitting with her back to me and kissed her neck again. My breath tickled her.

“Uuuuuh…” Her moans started getting out of control.

My hands unbuttoned her uniform one by one. She held my hands but didn’t stop me.

Green light.

Heehehe…

Once half her shirt was open, I saw her cream-colored bra and pulled it down. Her breasts were full with cute pink nipples. Her skin was unbelievably smooth.

“Ehm… ehm…!!” Olivia cleared her throat, teasing me.

“What? Why?” I grinned.

I suddenly cupped both breasts. Her body tensed hard. I gently squeezed them and kissed her again.

“Nnngggggh…… mmmhh…!” she moaned into the kiss.

I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

“Nngg…. aaaaahh…. aaaahh…!” Olivia pulled her lips away and focused on moaning.

I didn’t mind. Let her enjoy it.

My back started tingling, so I tried to lay her down on the couch, but she resisted.

“Don’t… not here… let’s go to my room,” she said, breathing heavily, with a smile.

Whoa… this could get dangerous in the bedroom. But my instincts overruled my brain. Hehehe… I picked her up and carried her. Even with a broken arm I would’ve carried her.

“Which one?” I smiled.

“That door,” she pointed.

I opened it, laid her on the bed, and locked the door behind us. I picked up where we left off, lying beside her and kissing her neck.

“Uuuh…. uuuhh…” Olivia moaned, eyebrows furrowed.

My hand slowly slid under her skirt, tracing her stomach. When I reached her panties, I held my breath.

I slipped my fingers inside. She was completely shaved. I immediately started rubbing my middle finger along her pussy.

“Hmmmff….. uuuaaaaaaahh….. aaaahh… aaaahh…!” Her breathing turned into rhythmic moans matching my strokes.

Olivia gripped my hand so hard her knuckles went white.

Her face was incredibly hot. My dick, already rock hard, strained painfully against my underwear.

“How’s it feel, Olivia? Good?” I asked.

“Aaaahh….. e… uuuhhh… sooo goood…. sooo goood….. aaaahh…!!” she half-screamed.

Seeing how easily she got turned on, I sucked on her nipple, squeezing her breasts and licking them.

“Ngggghh….. aaaaahh…. aaaahh…. yesss…. sooo goood… keep goooing…”

Olivia started babbling—she was lost in it.

I licked and sucked her nipples wildly. She squirmed harder.

“Aaahh… something’s… aaauuhh…. coming…. uuhh… I’m gonna cuuuummm!” she panted.

“Eh? Just let it happen!” I kept licking.

Her body suddenly shook violently and tensed up. She gripped my right hand so hard her nails dug in and drew blood. I didn’t care. I smiled, enjoying every second of her orgasm.

“Wh… what was that?” she asked, still panting.

“You didn’t know?” I asked back.

“No… what was it?” she said weakly.

“That was an orgasm. You really didn’t know?” I was surprised.

“Oh… sorry, I don’t know about that stuff… but it felt amazing… I can’t even describe it,” she smiled.

I was amazed. “She’s so innocent she didn’t even know what an orgasm was. And she gets turned on so easily… let’s go further.”

I winced as my bloody hand brushed my shirt. Ten deep scratches were still bleeding. I stood up, grabbed tissues from her desk, and wiped the blood.

“Sorry… does it hurt?” she asked guiltily when she saw my hand.

“Nah, it’s fine… don’t worry,” I laughed.

“I feel so bad… you just got in a crash and now you’re hurt because of me,” she sighed.

“It’s okay. Just relax for a second,” I said, walking back to her.

I sat beside her, slid my hand under her skirt, and pulled off her soaked panties. She was too weak from the orgasm to resist.

“What are you doing, Ethan?” she asked, looking worried.

I just smiled. Once they were off, I tossed them aside—my lust was at its peak.

I hiked her skirt up to her thighs, revealing her smooth skin. I stroked her legs.

“Aaaawwwhhh……” she moaned again.

I lowered my face to her pussy. It was clean, pink, completely shaved, and smelled amazing. I could faintly catch her usual perfume. “Did she spray some down here too? Whatever.”

When my breath hit her sensitive spot she said,

“Ethan, what are you doing? Wait… I’m not ready for this… stop… stoopp… aaaaahhhhh!!!” She screamed as I buried my tongue inside her.

I devoured her, licking wildly, kissing and gently nibbling. Every time I hit her clit her legs jerked.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh….. aaaaahhhhh…. uuuuhhh…. sssshhh…!!” Her moans grew wilder, making my dick throb even harder.

The pain from being trapped in my underwear was intense, but I held back. Suddenly Olivia started crying, tears flowing between her pleasure-filled moans. I stopped, confused.

“Olivia, why are you crying?” I asked, heart pounding.

“I’m… tired, Ethan… I can’t handle it if you keep going…” she sobbed innocently.

I stayed quiet.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m exhausted… my body feels weak, my arms and legs are numb. I really can’t take anymore,” she explained.

Hearing that, my hard-on instantly deflated. I felt guilty.

Without a word, I went to her closet, grabbed fresh panties, and helped her put them on. I straightened the messy sheets, fixed her bra, and buttoned her uniform. I lifted her, laid her head on the pillow, and tucked her in with a thick blanket. She looked at me, puzzled.

“Ethan? Are you mad? Please understand… I’m really tired,” she pleaded. I still didn’t speak.

“Olivia… I’ve actually liked you for a long time. I… I care about you a lot…” I confessed. I never imagined saying it like this.

She froze.

“Mmm… Ethan… I…” She started to reply, but I quickly kissed her and ran out of the room.

I went to the living room, grabbed my backpack and helmet. Outside, my wrecked motorcycle looked like it had been smashed. I grinned. “Hahahaha… shit… how am I getting home?” I walked the entire 4.5 miles in heavy rain.

When I finally got home, a note was taped to the door:

“Mom and Dad are at a seminar out of town for about a week. Take care of yourself. Call if you need anything.”

“Great… what am I supposed to eat for a week? Rocks?” I muttered.

That night I felt like crap. Sure enough, the next morning I had a high fever and decided to skip school. In the afternoon I woke up, showered, and shortly after someone started banging loudly on the front door.