EroticReverie

*commission*

Avery

I don't leave the restroom until the bell rings to dismiss us to our classes. 

I grab my purse and start to make my way through the halls, people stepping aside as I make my way through. I stop when I see Skye, standing in the hall back to the wall, books to her chest with her arms crossed around them as Killian and a few guys on the football team taunt her. 

I think about turning around, going another way, but then I curse myself and decide I don't want anyone fucking with her anymore. I move down the hall and slip in front of Killian and look up at him. 

"walk me to class?" I ask sweetly, and he looks down at me. 

"Sure, just playing around with our girl here." he says chuckling as one of the guys lifts their fingers to a piece of her hair that hanging down along the side of her face. 

Skye slaps his hand away with a growl. "Don't fucking touch me." 

"Oh come onnn" the one guy says and he pushes her books, making them drop to the floor and in the next second he's got her caged with his arms, his hands slamming to the wall. 

"I'll fuck the lesbo right outta ya Skye" he says and flicks his tongue and I scrunch my face in disgust. 

"Guys like you are the reason females switch teams." Skye replies and I bite my lips together and choke back a laugh. 

"Would I even feel it?" Skye cocks her head. 

He's growing more and more angry, other people around us chuckling. 

"Do they make condoms that small?" she asks holding up her pinky in the air between them. 

"Fucking bitch!" he says and slams his hands against the wall again, I see the slight flinch of Skye, and her eyes drift to me and I look down. When I look back up they're back on Frankie her current tormentor.

"I'm bored." I say loudly. 

"Can we go now?" I say and Killian taps his friend on the shoulder. Frankie snarls and Skye. 

"Come one, I gotta walk my girl to class." Killian says and Frankie pushes off the wall, and Skye just watches him move away and as we walk away, I look over my shoulder to find Skye picking up her books , her eyes flick up and I just turn my head again, and keep walking. 

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I stay late afterschool to use the gym or the track or anything. I'm stressed out and my mind is everywhere and I just need to run to clear my head.

I change into a hot pink sports bra with matching workout leggings, tie my sneakers and pull my long blonde hair into a pony tail and then put in my earbuds and tuck my phone into the pocket along my leg made to hold it. 

I walk through the gym and out the doors to the fields and the track. The football team is practicing on the football field which has the track, and I really dont feel like dealing with catcalls while I run, or being gawked at, so I go back inside to the weight room. 

There's a few other girls and a handful of guys from the wrestling team in there. I go about my own business and stretch first, then start to do the sets my trainer at the gym I go to outside of school. 

An hour later, I'm drenched in sweat and decide to finish by running the stairs. I walk through the school, to a set of stairs, there's three floors in the one part of the building. I run up and down the stairs, sweat dripping down my skin, and I my breathing heavy as I train it in through my nose and out through my mouth. 

I stop after 5 times of going up and down and then bend over, hands on my knees at the bottom level. The second I stop I think of her and curse. I start to run again, faster this time, taking the stairs quicker and quicker, and I almost feel like tears about to come from my eyes, cause now I can't stop thinking of her even as I run. I stop at the top and sit and lean over, hanging my head between my legs, and groan to myself as I just keep thinking about her mouth on mine. 

I know it's not fair to hate her, I know I shouldn't be such a fucking bitch to her. But she fucking kissed me. And now, now there was no denying it to myself. It was harder to pretend I was just confused or curious. I wasn't fucking confused. And I was more than curious. I wanted her. I wanted Skye Sterling. 

"fuck" I mutter and push up off the stairs and take them back down. I walk slowly through the halls doing my cool down and pass through the music and arts halls. I can hear the practicing of instruments , a female voice singing in the choir room , and then stop when I pass one of the art rooms. 

Sitting on a stool with her back to me she's wearing a black smock over her dark purple shirt, and black jeans. I notice her sneakers are pushes off and her socks tucked in them, and her bare feet rest on the lower bar of the stool. I watch as her shoulders rise and then fall as she just stares at the blank canvas in front of her. 

My heart is pounding fast, and it's no longer because of my work out. I step in quietly and close the door slowly. But the clock of the door latching makes her jump. 

Her head jerks around and she looks at me with her hair a fucking mess. It's still up in a bun, but more pieces of hair have fallen around her face and neck. 

"What are you doing here?" she asks, and I can't tell if she's angry or just confused. 

I shrug. 

"Get out Avery." she says and turns to face the canvas again. 

I don't listen of course, and I step forward and hear her sigh again. 

"What are you working on?" I ask and she ignores me. 

"go Avery." she says and I hear the tightness in her voice, and it puts a lump in my throat. 

"please" she whispers, her voice almost too quiet. 

Was she crying?

"skye..." I say and I watch a hand lift to her cheek as she turns her head away as I get closer to her, slowly stepping forward. 

"Keys.." I say quietly and she looks at me, tears in her eyes, and one slips out and down her cheek. 

It breaks my heart. 

I've never seen Skye cry. Ever. She was the toughest girl I knew. Nothing got to her. Not even my bully bullshit, not Killian and the other guys, none of us ever broke her. But she looked broken now. 

"Is it cause of Frankie?" I ask quietly and she laughs.

It makes me jerk my head back. 

"No Avery" she says the laugh turning into a scowl. "It's not cause of fucking Frankie." she says. 

I stand quietly as she looks back to the blank canvas. 

"I'm supposed to be working on my final art project...for the showcase..." she says. 

"Oh." I say and step closer , to her side now, and I can feel the sweat dripping down my stomach and back, my neck and chest, everywhere. 

"What are you going to paint?" I ask. 

"I don't know...we're supposed to choose an emotion....and paint something that invokes that emotion." she says. 

"what emotion are you doing?" I ask. I never really understood art, and I actually was kind of ashamed of that. Sure I thought paintings were pretty, or ugly. I had an opinion of course, but I didnt appreciate art the way that Skye and others did. 

"It doesn't matter. Cause every fucking emotion I can think of, only one god damn thing comes to mind." she says, frustrated. 

Skye

"what's that?" she whispers and I turn to look at her. And god, she looks so hot with her body glowing with sweat, chewing on the inside of her lower lip as I look at her, and I just let myself run my eyes over her. 

Her perky breasts pressed tight in her little sports bra, her flat stomach glistening with beads of sweat and those tight work out pants, and her thighs and calves, and god, I wanted her. 

"You." I say angrily. 

"Everything comes back to you." I say and look at her. 

"Skye....I..." she pauses and says nothing else, looking to my black canvas. 

I stand up and her eyes come back to mine.  We stand nearly eye to eye. 

"Why can you just be honest about what you want Avery?" I ask, my hands itching to reach out and touch her. 

"I....I can't" she shakes her head. 

I refuse to accept it, and I know Im only setting myself up for more tears over this girl, but I grab her by her flushed and sweaty face and press my mouth to hers quickly. And hard. Pushing my lips to hers as she makes a small noise of surprise, and I push my tongue over her mouth and she quickly parts her mouth for me. 

"Avery" I groan as I feel her body press to mine and her hands on my side, gripping my shirt as her tongue pushes back against mine. 

She moans into my mouth and I slide my hands down her face, down her neck and over her chest. 

She gasps and her head goes to the side with a little moan as I kiss and lick her neck. Not caring about the salty sweat that I lick from her skin. 

"skye" she whimpers my name and my hands go from her breasts down her slick stomach and around to her ass, and I grab it and groan and pull her into me. 

I kiss her collar bone and move her across the room to one of the tables, and I pull up on her and sit her on it, standing between her legs as we keep kissing. 

I know this is a mistake. The girl turned me down less than twenty four hours ago, and kicked me out of her room. 

"Skye" she panted my name as I slid my hands up her sides and then to her tits again, and rubbed over them through her sports bra. 

I kissed her again and the kiss was passionate and deep and made every part of me scream for her. 

I couldn't help it, I wanted Avery Alexis Porter more than my next fucking breath, and I having my hands on her again, my mouth on hers, I could feel it. I knew for a fact she wanted me just as much, no matter what she fucking said. 

I lifted her sports bra up over her tits as he kissed. 

"Skye!" she said my name with a gasp and looked over her shoulder towards the door.

But before she could look back, I'd leaned my head down and took one of her perfect nipples into my mouth. They were so hot, and they pebbled quickly in my mouth, her hard little nipples poking at my tongue as I licked them

"ohh" she gasped and moaned quietly and looked down at me and I looked up at her as I let my tongue flick over her hard nipple. I kissed it, licked it again and then sucked it into my mouth. 

I was so fucking wet for this girl, so fucking wet at the fact I was kissing not just her mouth, but her hot tits, and fine little nipples. 

I wanted to make her mine, and not just like this. I wanted Avery Porter like nothing else in this world. 

I moved to her other nipple and my hand went between her legs. 

Another gasp but she didn't stop me, infact, she spread her legs wider and I groaned and licked back up her skin, loving how sweaty she was, it was hot to me, to have her like this. A gorgeous little sweaty mess, panting like she was still doing a workout as I started to push against her pussy through her pants with my fingers.

"skye" she whimpered my name just as I brought my mouth back to hers. 

"Tell me this is what you want Avery" I said against her mouth and she moaned. 

"I want this" she whimpers. 

My hand slides up and then down into her pants and panties, and I find her clit. 

"oh shit" she cries and I bite her lip, and rub it in small tight little circles. 

"Skye" she cries my name as she breaks from my mouth her head going back and I kiss down her neck as she pants and I slide my fingers down and one right inside of her. 

She let's out a beautiful sound along with a curse as I sink my finger into her, her hips automatically bucking upward. 

"oh fuck" she pants and her hips roll as she rides my finger as I fuck her with it, and then suck one of her nipples into my mouth. 

"yes, yes" she pleads. 

She's so warm and so wet. 

I've never done anything in school before and I don't know why but it's extra hot like this. Knowing their little queen of the school is letting the "dirty" lesbian finger her and kiss her and suck on her nipples. 

But she's mine, and she was mine before she was theirs. I wanted to take her back, to make her mine. 

I was going to make her cum, and make her mine.