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“Yeah, by giving you your first kiss,” I said.
Fuck, I really hope this works. I’ve dreamed about putting my lips on hers for years. Being the first one ever to do so makes me excited in ways I can’t explain.
“Oh, uhm…” Bly trailed off awkwardly.
“You don’t wanna kiss me?” I blurted, a little confused. I know that Bly likes us all. She might not really understand it, but I know she’d take a risk. All she needed was a little push, but now she’s saying no?
“N-no! That’s not what I meant!” She rushed out before slapping a hand over her face and wincing. “That sounded so desperate.”
I moved her hand away and cupped the side of her face.
“I like you desperate for me,” I told her, my voice getting husky.
“Uhm, o-okay,” she stuttered. “B-but you won’t be my first kiss…”
Talk about a bucket of cold water being thrown on me.
“Excuse me?” I practically spat. “Who fucking put their lips on you?”
I wanted a name. I knew no guy at school would dare. Any four of us would kill him. She was always with us, so who?
“U-uhm… Ozias k-kissed me the d-day he left.” She told me. “H-he said he wanted to steal something from me and k-kissed me.”
Wait… Ozias? Ha! Of fucking course he did!
I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair.
“Did he use tongue?” I asked.
“A little,” she mumbled.
“Did you like it?” I asked. “Be honest.”
“Y-yeah,” she replied softly.
“Alright, tell me if I’m better then,” I said.
Before Bly could say anything else, I smashed our lips together. She was stiff at first, but slowly melted into me. I took it slowly at first, but when my tongue develed into her mouth, tasting her for the first time, I pushed things a little further. My hands were on her hips, grinding her into me, and my tongue was exploring every inch of her mouth.
“T-T-Tae…” Bly moaned against my lips and I thought I was going to combust.
Hearing that voice say my name…
— Present: age, 25–
“Fuck!” I groaned out as I shot my load down Coco’s throat. She swallowed everything I gave her and licked me clean. I hated that I had to think of Blythe to get off, but it was always like that for me. I came to accept the fact a few years ago.
“Wanna go back to your room C.G.?” Coco asked.
Just when I was about to say yes, Grim shouted out to us: “Prez and VP are back!”
I gave Coco an apologetic look, but she understood.
“Next time, baby,” she said, kissing my cheek and sauntering away.
Coco’s our newest addition, which is why right now was the first time she was seeing my co.ck. I like her a lot though. She knows her place and that’s hard to come by with women in this lifestyle. They always want more. Like fucking Alex.
I should have never stuck my dick in that girl.
A few of us gathered to the bar since it was near the door. The ones of us that are closer to Karma and Psycho, the ones excited about them being back. We can give them their space while also being right there when they enter.
A few minutes later, Psycho walked in with a sour look on his face. Which was confusing, because the guy is always happy as fuck to be home. After him, Karma walked in, looking grim. Of course, no emotion is a norm for Karma, but this is… different. Especially because he didn’t even walk fully into the club.
“Everything okay, Prez?” I asked as I stood up from the stool at the bar.
Karma didn’t answer me. Instead, he reached a hand out the door, and yanked somebody inside. My eyes went wide and the beer that was in my hand slipped out, shattering on the floor. All eyes turned to us at the sound, the music somehow fading out.
We all stared wide-eyed at the small woman Karma just shoved inside.
“B-Blythe?”
Blythe’s P.O.V.
“Come on, you said you were ready,” Karma grunted when I stood frozen in front of the door.
I know I said I was ready, but I didn’t mean it! Obviously, I’m not ready. Not for any of this. I feel like I’m going to cry, vomit, and pass out.
“M-m-maybe you can sneak me i-in the back-“
“Not a fucking chance, Blythe,” Karma cut me off as he stood at the door, waiting for me to walk through.
“Everything okay, Prez?” I heard someone yell, and I recognized that voice. It hurt my heart to hear it. It had me second-guessing everything again, wondering what my chances were if I set Butter down and bolted.
Before I could attempt it, Karma yanked me through the doorway. Just as I suspected, Tae was standing near the door. When he saw me, his eyes went wide and the beer in his had shattered on the floor, causing everyone to look our way. The music was still blasting and there were several members too drunk to give a fuck, but many of them recognized me and were frozen in shock.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tae though. I’ve always found Tae attractive. Hell, I’ve always found all of them attractive, but seeing them so grown up now…
I mean, Chayton with his Native American traits; that long dark hair, those deep brown eyes that were almost black. He’s always been tall and muscular, but now he’s that times ten. Just like the rest of them, and covered in tats.
Just like Kylian. He’s buffer than I ever remember, more brooding, and I saw his entire left arm covered in ink. That damn accent of his hasn’t let up either.
Now here I am, staring at Tae, my Korean-American crush, or rather, ex-crush. His black hair is longer than he ever had it before. Just long enough to tie into a top-knot, but not sure if he could do a man-bun. Right now it’s down and tucked behind his ears that are growing redder by the second. His hazel eyes stand out just like I remember. He’s taller and more muscular too. Not as tall or as buff as Karma and Psycho, but close.
