Chapter 3- Opps!
I stood up and started raging and yapping about what a hot dickhead Alex was when suddenly Miley froze.
"Uh, Stace?" she said.
"What?" I asked, still going off. "He's so annoying. Seeing his perfect face makes me want to commit suicide and did you see the girl in his bed? So outta class. She just layed there waiting to be fucked. And oh my pussy, you should've seen the outline of his dick through his sweatpants. I can't believe he didn't pull me close and kiss me like in the movies, he's such a dick!"
Miley blinked. "And he's been standing behind me the whole time, hasn't he?"
"Yep."
When I turned around, Alex stood near my window with his arms crossed and face red.
"What the fuck dude," I said. "How did you pass through my window?"
Miley backed up. "Imma just go to the living room and watch TV, 'cause this looks like a hot mess." She left.
Alex walked closer towards me. I stepped behind until I was leaning on the door.
"You promised to keep your mouth shut," Alex said.I swallowed hard. "Miley's my best friend. I can't keep anything from her, plus she won't tell anyone."
I tried to walk past him, but he pulled my arm back and started running his hand underneath my dress.
"You really think I'm a good-for-nothing sex object?" Alex asked.
"No," I said, rolling my eyes. "I just think you're full of shit."
Alex leaned in. "Listen here, Stacy. I'll make this easier to remember."
With that, he slipped two fingers inside me and slowly moved them in and out.
"I am not your friend, or boyfriend, or lover," he said. "I am your enemy."
Then he added a third finger.
"The only one full of shit here is you," he continued, "and FYI I'm not a dickhead… unless you mean you want to give my dick head. I'll understand."
He slid in a fourth finger.
"And you are not as tight as I expected," he muttered.
I pushed his arm away and sat on the bed. "Don't you ever touch me or enter my room again."
Alex just chuckled, like I had cracked a joke or something. Then he walked over to my dressing mirror, looking at every object in my room. Finally, he reached into his pocket and placed something on my teddy bear.
I stood up, grabbed it from him, looked at it, then placed it back on my table and forced him toward the door.
"Thanks for your visit. Bye-bye."
Alex paused in the doorway. "Yeah, sure — and don't forget, tomorrow the party is not until Wednesday, two days from now. Tomorrow and Tuesday I'll be studying for an exam, so I postponed it."
"Okay, now go. I hate you. Bye."
"Aww, I hate you more. Bye." He finally left.
What an asshole. I hated him so much after that. Miley came back upstairs and found me in bed.
"Damn," she said, "you got yourself a first fine man."
"He's a pussy bitch," I muttered. Miley flopped down beside me, still breathless from laughing earlier. Her cheeks were a little pink when she said, "He is HOT! OMG! I couldn't help but stare. I'm so sorry, but his dick is huge."
I dragged a hand down my face. "Miley, you're not helping."
"What's wrong?" she asked, eyebrows knitting together.
I sighed. "He's okay and all, but he's… argh."
Miley leaned closer like she was suddenly my therapist. "I get it. You're not only looking for pleasure but love too."
"Yes, and he doesn't look worth loving," I said, staring up at my ceiling.
Miley clicked her tongue. "I'm sorry, but his brother is hot too."
"James," I muttered.
"Yeah. James is hot and sweet but that's not my type."
"So Alex is your type?" she asked, eyes glinting with mischief.
I swallowed. "…Maybe."
The room fell quiet for a moment, the kind of silence that makes your heart beat louder in your ears. She didn't push, which was weird for Miley, but kind of nice too. I hadn't even noticed that while we talked the night away, something far darker had already been set in motion.
Because somewhere between my anger, my embarrassment, and Miley's dramatic commentary, Alex had slipped a camera into my teddy bear's eye.
The next morning, the world felt different — still and soft in that early way before real life kicks in. Miley changed back into her clothes and fixed her hair in my mirror before heading out. She had to attend History classes because she was a social student. As for Science students like me, we had the week off.
Once she left, the house got quiet again. I dried up my room out of habit and started moving things back where they belonged. When I picked up the teddy bear, I felt this strange urge to put it somewhere else, so I sat it on my bed. I didn't know I had just placed it exactly where I slept. I didn't know I had been being watched. I just ignored it.
Mom arrived a few hours later and hugged me tightly.
"My precious angel, how was last night?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.
"It was okay, I guess," I said, shrugging.
She smiled. "Good, as long as there was no opening of your legs. You're good — you can call her over anytime, okay?"
"Cool. How was the date? First time you hadn't slept home in ages," I asked, trying to sound casual.
Mom's eyes softened. "I mean, I can see the effort he put in… but it wasn't enough for all the years."
"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head.
"He's different and changed. I think I'm falling for him again," she said quietly, almost to herself.
I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my impatience. "Mom, when you're ready, tell me, okay? Now leave or you'll be late for the bakery."
She chuckled. "Right, bye honey. And remember — no boys, no girls, no trouble and no opening of your legs. Easy rules. Now let us go!"
"I wanna stay today. I'm not feeling well," I mumbled.
"Okay, honey." She left with a wave.
I sat back on my bed, opening my laptop, and started typing my novel. The quiet room was soothing. The earlier chaos and tension began to fade as I poured my thoughts into the screen, letting my characters take over.
Alex sat on his bed across the room, his eyes following every move I made. He barely shifted, and eventually, it seemed like he got bored and left. I finished typing the previous events, lay down, and stared up at the ceiling.
Soon after, Alex returned quietly and connected his computer to the TV, giving him a bigger view of the room. I sighed and tried to focus on my writing, ignoring the tension in the room.i pulled out a vibrator from my nightstand. I covered myself with my sheets and started mastibating under the blankets.I was moaning and groaning. Alex on the other hand was moving alot,probably turned on. I continued and for a while I was enjoying it until I wasn't so I threw it away on the floor and started crying. My night gown was wet and so was my sheets. Alex looked at the screen starstruck, I was just fucking myself and all of a sudden I was having an emotional breakdown. I buried my face in my pillows, trying to drown out the noise of my voice.
Minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. Before I could say anything, Alex stepped in.
"Hey… hey, are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Do I look okay? Get out of my room, Alex," I said sharply.
"You're a mess. What's wrong?" he persisted.
"Can you leave, please?" I snapped, my heart racing.
He paused, about to step back, and I felt the weight of the room pressing down on me. "Alex, wait!" I called, my voice breaking slightly.
"Yeah?" he said softly, finally looking at me fully. Alex turns and sits beside me, the mattress shifting under his weight. My skin is damp, my hair sticking to my neck, tears blurring my vision until even the ceiling looks unfamiliar. The sheets beneath me are wet too, clinging and uncomfortable. He reaches past me to the nightstand, takes a ribbon, and gently gathers my hair, tying it up into a loose, messy knot. The simple care in the gesture makes my chest ache.
"Alex," I whisper, my voice barely holding together. "Am I ugly?"
He freezes, then turns to me fully, disbelief flashing across his face. "What? Hell no. You're one of the prettiest—most innocent—girls I've ever seen." His voice softens, then steadies. "You're the hottest girl I've ever seen, Stacy. I was wrong before. James has great taste."
I swallow, my fingers curling into the sheet. "Then why do I feel… unfuckable?"
His brows knit together immediately. "Who said that?"
"No one said it outright," I admit quietly. "I'm still a virgin, so everyone kind of told me indirectly."
He watches me for a long moment, something unreadable in his eyes. Then he asks, low and careful, "Do you want to be fucked?"
My heart pounds. I nod once. "I want to know how it feels."
"Do you trust me?" he asks.
I hesitate, then breathe out. "I guess I can."
He doesn't rush. "Then lay still okay?"
"Okay."
Only then does he move. He pulls his shirt over his head and climbs over me, his weight braced carefully so I never feel trapped. He takes my hand and places it against his chest, guiding it slowly as if reminding me I have control too. His skin is warm beneath my palm, his heartbeat steady.
He leans down and kisses me, gentle and unhurried, nothing taken without permission. Just enough to make me feel wanted. Just enough to make me feel safe.
And for the first time, the doubt inside me goes quiet. He's kisses drop down to my stomach then he lifted my gown and removed it completely. My body now into view Alex's eyes glits up with lust,taking a deep breath and scanning my every curve. "Damn you're hot" Alex grinned. Then he swallowed hard and continued kissing my tummy going lower and then he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Removed my underwear smells it and puts it in he's pockets. He spreads my legs slightly—then widely. He placed he's legs between my legs and started sucking me whole. Hitting the spot that sent shivers down my spine. He blocked my moans with he's hand. "shh... It's gonna be okay". He continued he's tongue going even deeper with his tongue making me feel sensations and thrills. He stopped and asked me two bizzare questions. " Stacy... Are you sure?" he asked with concern,fear and something else in hes eyes. I nod effortlessly, " yes... Very sure and do not be gentle". Alex smirks then he looked at me with the same concerned eyes. "condom?" he asks simply. I nod again and with that he pulled down he's pants, removed a condom from he's pocket and put it on. He grabs on to my hips gently pulling me slightly of the edge and entered me slowly. He made sure I adjusted to his size before speeding up and blocking my gasps with hot kisses. "fuck!" he cursed under he's breath. We fucked in that position for about 2 hours before he flipped me over and entered me from behind for another hour. An hour later he collapsed on the beside me before pulling me on top of him and telling me to ride him. I rode him for an hour and by the time I had finished riding him we were both out of breath. We layed on the bed in silence then I tried forcing kisses on he's chest, neck and face. But he just pushed me, rolled over, got up and dressed up. He turned away but before he could leave I called out to him. " Alex wait...". Alex didn't bother to listen he had he's hand on the door knob and glared at me over he's shoulder. " Clean up and take a longer shower so you can remove the juices of your body... And remember—this never happened. And with that the dickhead just left.