Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Layla’s pov

The bell had just rung when I was fixing my clothes back into place. I winced and squirmed at the uncomfort able feeling of his cum on my pussy, yet, somehow the feel ing was a bit, pleasing.

Welcoming even.

Tyler smirks while looking down at me, his eyes twin kling and his dimple showing.

“Sorry I took part of your lunch time. I’ll pay it back.” He winked while zipping up his jeans quickly.

| sighed and shook my head. “We need to be more careful Tyler. You can’t just grab my hand and pull me into an empty class even though no one was around. You never know who’s lurking around the corner.”

He rolls his eyes. “Are we back to that again? We’re friends, no one will suspect a thing.” He shrugs and dips his head to plant a chaste kiss on my lips.

But we’re not supposed to be friend’s Tyler.

I wanted to say but bit my tongue.

He moans and does another before whispering. “Now stop creasing your forehead pretty nerd, everything’s fine.” He jokes while lifting his fingers up to my forehead to mas sage the skin between my brows. 

| stay muted, completely unmoving as my heart skipped a few beats. Why was he acting this way? 

Did he not know what he was doing to me?

Was this how he normally acts with girls he slept with? If so, then no wonder they always come crawling back to him.

I mean who wouldn’t?

Tyler had the looks, the charm and he definitely knew how to worm his way into anyone’s heart. The guy was the master at his craft and now I was beginning to believe it.

You should guard your heart Layla, before it’s too late. My brain reminds me and I agree with it. It was, after all, the more logical part. Listening to my heart always got me in

trouble.

lingering there for a bit. His actions surprise

only an arrangement, why was

fact, why was he kissing at all since

every girl after he sleeps

few sec onds just staring at

packed with

my locker, in need of my bag before | head to my next class. I’m speed walking down the

two voices, and definitely not even three. It sounded like

Was there a fight?

my locker, I’m really not in

footsteps, praying that Tyler’s cum real ly wasn’t going

on that pill as soon as possible and take a morning after just

but I surprisingly wasn’t complaining. He felt bet ter

a good thing given

was always well protected. Which was raising questions in my head. If he did protect himself with those other girls, why

was no time to think about this right now. I’m supposed to be thinking about class and going to

reason for me

as I spotted a crowd. It was

flying and loud shouts. So no cleaning

range, I can

and the

pinch as I push past people

of people was facing my locker. And when they saw me, their attention was quickly glued

feels like

at me and some laughed while others mur mured. They

forcing my eyes to

stomach twists, and I feel like vom iting. I want to cry. I want to hide in a shell and never come out. I want

I know why everyone was