Trouble
Job
Chapter 28
I sat on a small table while Harry made copies of some ridiculous worksheets; I’m so happy he’s back. “So would you rather have sex in a copy room or a laundry mat?” Harry continued our game of would you rather. “Hm, well I saw an episode of a Thousand Ways to Die and two lesbians dies having sex on a laundry machine so the copy room.” I gulped some of Harry’s coffee.
“Both seem dangerous, though.” He took his coffee cup from my hands to take a sip before giving it back to me. “True, so would you rather be able to read minds or see people’s future?” I asked him.
“Read people’s minds because what if I see something I don’t want to.” Harry frowned. He had a good point, imagine if you saw someone’s death, “Good point.” I nodded.
“Let’s go to a bar.” I suggested.
“You’re fifteen.” Harry stated, running his hand through his hair.
I rolled my eyes, “Like you haven’t gone out drinking when you were fifteen.” I jumped off the table to wrap my arms around Harry from behind. “I’ll get you a fake ID before school ends.” He hummed as I kissed his shoulder.
“Really?” I smiled at him as he turned his body so his front would face mine. “Hell yeah, imagine having a few drinks and then dancing all night, with my hands groping you all over your body.” He whispered; his hands inserting in my black yoga pants feeling my ass while he nibbled on my ear making it hard for me to have steady breaths.
“Oh”, was the only thing I could manage out.
“I’m so glad to be back, baby.” He lifted my thighs so I could enclose my legs amongst his waist, him leading me back to the table where I had previously been sitting on. I trailed kisses along his jaw before landing my lips on his. His tongue had swept into my mouth. Once my ass was on the table, Harry’s long fingers held tightly onto my hair pushing our mouths closer together. I pulled away for a moment needing to take a breath but Harry was quick to connect our lips.
The thought of Ashton traveled to my conscious reminding me that I shouldn’t be with another guy, I was betraying him but since when did I decide that I would play the nice girl? Never. I continued kissing Harry pushing away any thought of Ashton. Harry and I kept going at it till the bell rang.
“Fuck it.” Harry breathed removing my hoodie to reveal my strapless lace bra. Harry sucked on my chest, his hand overlapping mine moving it to palm his center over his tight jeans. “Oh god.” I moaned loving the feel of his hardening man hood.
“Marilynn,” he groaned sucking harder on my breasts.
“I ha-have to go.” I whispered.
“Baby let’s finish.” His lips rose back up to meet mine. Harry’s ran his tongue across my bottom lip before slowly entering my mouth I was convinced. My hands unbuckled his jeans before pulling out his throbbing cock from his boxers. Harry’s moans were undeniably the sexiest thing that existed. I wrapped my hands around his shaft, I began with slow, up and down strokes; I gradually speeded up the process resulting in Harry screaming.
“Shh!” I kissed him so he’d shut up. His shaft intensified, hardening letting me know he was close. I went faster than ever, grasping his balls in my hand to apply more pleasure. “Marilynn! Oh fuck!” he groaned as he released his cum. “I told you to shut up!” I scolded him.
“That was the best fucking hand job, where’d you learn that?” Harry’s eyes were practically popping out of his head.
“Fyi I have read plenty of Cameron Dallas fan fiction, that was actually my first time giving a hand job.” I smirked feeling proud that my first hand job was Harry’s supposed best ever that he’s received.
“Let me reciprocate, baby.” He bit my ear lobe.
“As lovely as that sounds, I have a class to get to. I’ll see you after school.” I pecked his lips
“Wait!” He gently held my hand; I gave him my attention, “Yes?” I furrowed my brows. “Does this mean you’re breaking up with your boyfriend.” Harry stared at me confusingly.
“Uh, probably. I have to go.” I quickly turned the doorknob exiting the room immediately before it’d cause tension. I entered the restroom for the second time today. I walked over to the sink, rinsing my hands then applying soap and rewashing them again. I dried my hands with a paper towel before rushing to class.
Second period would be uncomfortable and I was certainly aware of that. I don’t regret giving Harry a hand job. In fact I’d do it all over again just so I could see his eyes shut and hear him begging me to keep going. Pleasuring him pleasured me; our romance does not end today. I joined the rest of the class in Biology, hoping Mr. Hudson won’t give me a detention. “Styles notified me you’d be late, informed me that you were of help to him documenting files and making copies, correct?” He pushed his glasses further up his nose with his index finger.
“Yeah it’s for Ms. Wells.” I bit my lip.
“Understandable. Grab a textbook, we’re taking notes.” Ugh not this shit again. Exams are coming up and I have not written a single note down. I glance around the room to find that Ashton saved me a seat, the only seat left.
I pass down the aisle to sit down next to him not feeling in the mood to see his face or talk to him, he’d reject me again. “Hey M.” he grasped my hand. “Hi.” I pulled my hand away, not because I was slightly agitated by him but because I used that same hand around Harry’s cock. Awkward.
“Sorry about this morning.” He whispered.
I sighed. I am the one who cheated, I should be sorry. “I know you are, come over tomorrow?” I invited him to my home.
“I have plans with Smith and Nathan tomorrow.” He looked away.
“You hate Nathan.” I said cautiously, aware that anyone could hear us.
“Kid’s growing on me.” Ash shrugged like it was no big deal, as if they weren’t enemies
“Do you have any free time later this week?” I pestered him. He kept his gaze away from mine; anyone can see that he doesn’t feel affection towards me. “No.” was the only word he responded. I tried to deny the fact that it hurt how much he was pushing me away, my own boyfriend.
I remained silent, not bothering him any longer. I f he didn’t have any desire to spend time with me then fine. After all I am better at the “avoiding” game.
I sat on a small table while Harry made copies of some ridiculous worksheets; I’m so happy he’s back. “So would you rather have sex in a copy room or a laundry mat?” Harry continued our game of would you rather. “Hm, well I saw an episode of a Thousand Ways to Die and two lesbians dies having sex on a laundry machine so the copy room.” I gulped some of Harry’s coffee.
“Both seem dangerous, though.” He took his coffee cup from my hands to take a sip before giving it back to me. “True, so would you rather be able to read minds or see people’s future?” I asked him.
“Read people’s minds because what if I see something I don’t want to.” Harry frowned. He had a good point, imagine if you saw someone’s death, “Good point.” I nodded.
“Let’s go to a bar.” I suggested.
“You’re fifteen.” Harry stated, running his hand through his hair.
I rolled my eyes, “Like you haven’t gone out drinking when you were fifteen.” I jumped off the table to wrap my arms around Harry from behind. “I’ll get you a fake ID before school ends.” He hummed as I kissed his shoulder.
“Really?” I smiled at him as he turned his body so his front would face mine. “Hell yeah, imagine having a few drinks and then dancing all night, with my hands groping you all over your body.” He whispered; his hands inserting in my black yoga pants feeling my ass while he nibbled on my ear making it hard for me to have steady breaths.
“Oh”, was the only thing I could manage out.
“I’m so glad to be back, baby.” He lifted my thighs so I could enclose my legs amongst his waist, him leading me back to the table where I had previously been sitting on. I trailed kisses along his jaw before landing my lips on his. His tongue had swept into my mouth. Once my ass was on the table, Harry’s long fingers held tightly onto my hair pushing our mouths closer together. I pulled away for a moment needing to take a breath but Harry was quick to connect our lips.
The thought of Ashton traveled to my conscious reminding me that I shouldn’t be with another guy, I was betraying him but since when did I decide that I would play the nice girl? Never. I continued kissing Harry pushing away any thought of Ashton. Harry and I kept going at it till the bell rang.
“Fuck it.” Harry breathed removing my hoodie to reveal my strapless lace bra. Harry sucked on my chest, his hand overlapping mine moving it to palm his center over his tight jeans. “Oh god.” I moaned loving the feel of his hardening man hood.
“Marilynn,” he groaned sucking harder on my breasts.
“I ha-have to go.” I whispered.
“Baby let’s finish.” His lips rose back up to meet mine. Harry’s ran his tongue across my bottom lip before slowly entering my mouth I was convinced. My hands unbuckled his jeans before pulling out his throbbing cock from his boxers. Harry’s moans were undeniably the sexiest thing that existed. I wrapped my hands around his shaft, I began with slow, up and down strokes; I gradually speeded up the process resulting in Harry screaming.
“Shh!” I kissed him so he’d shut up. His shaft intensified, hardening letting me know he was close. I went faster than ever, grasping his balls in my hand to apply more pleasure. “Marilynn! Oh fuck!” he groaned as he released his cum. “I told you to shut up!” I scolded him.
“That was the best fucking hand job, where’d you learn that?” Harry’s eyes were practically popping out of his head.
“Fyi I have read plenty of Cameron Dallas fan fiction, that was actually my first time giving a hand job.” I smirked feeling proud that my first hand job was Harry’s supposed best ever that he’s received.
“Let me reciprocate, baby.” He bit my ear lobe.
“As lovely as that sounds, I have a class to get to. I’ll see you after school.” I pecked his lips
“Wait!” He gently held my hand; I gave him my attention, “Yes?” I furrowed my brows. “Does this mean you’re breaking up with your boyfriend.” Harry stared at me confusingly.
“Uh, probably. I have to go.” I quickly turned the doorknob exiting the room immediately before it’d cause tension. I entered the restroom for the second time today. I walked over to the sink, rinsing my hands then applying soap and rewashing them again. I dried my hands with a paper towel before rushing to class.
Second period would be uncomfortable and I was certainly aware of that. I don’t regret giving Harry a hand job. In fact I’d do it all over again just so I could see his eyes shut and hear him begging me to keep going. Pleasuring him pleasured me; our romance does not end today. I joined the rest of the class in Biology, hoping Mr. Hudson won’t give me a detention. “Styles notified me you’d be late, informed me that you were of help to him documenting files and making copies, correct?” He pushed his glasses further up his nose with his index finger.
“Yeah it’s for Ms. Wells.” I bit my lip.
“Understandable. Grab a textbook, we’re taking notes.” Ugh not this shit again. Exams are coming up and I have not written a single note down. I glance around the room to find that Ashton saved me a seat, the only seat left.
I pass down the aisle to sit down next to him not feeling in the mood to see his face or talk to him, he’d reject me again. “Hey M.” he grasped my hand. “Hi.” I pulled my hand away, not because I was slightly agitated by him but because I used that same hand around Harry’s cock. Awkward.
“Sorry about this morning.” He whispered.
I sighed. I am the one who cheated, I should be sorry. “I know you are, come over tomorrow?” I invited him to my home.
“I have plans with Smith and Nathan tomorrow.” He looked away.
“You hate Nathan.” I said cautiously, aware that anyone could hear us.
“Kid’s growing on me.” Ash shrugged like it was no big deal, as if they weren’t enemies
“Do you have any free time later this week?” I pestered him. He kept his gaze away from mine; anyone can see that he doesn’t feel affection towards me. “No.” was the only word he responded. I tried to deny the fact that it hurt how much he was pushing me away, my own boyfriend.
I remained silent, not bothering him any longer. I f he didn’t have any desire to spend time with me then fine. After all I am better at the “avoiding” game.
Notes
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Ugh this story is killing me! I love it!!!
6/22/15