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Yeah, I kinda decided to write some sex in the chapter since I never really have done something like that. So if you like, let me know. Um...yea, here it is :)


It’s at times like these that I wish I went with my first instinct and made sure I got enough sleep the night before class. For the past hour (break included) I’ve been trying not to doze off while my professor was up front writing on the white board about today’s lesson. Eventually, Kara slapped my hand that was supporting my head making it drop slightly and my hand make a small sound on the desk. I silently cursed her as she facially scolded me to try pay attention.

“Miss Thompson and Miss Richards is there anything you would like to tell the class?” Mr. Stockman asked, looking at the two of us above his glasses that were perched on the tip of his nose. We both shook our heads and apologized. He continued, “Good, because this lesson is important as there will be a short exam on what we did today on Thursday.” He said, turning back to the white board. I hated Mondays, especially because I felt as if it was a marked day for Stockman to pick on me. Other days he’s fine, but Mondays are horror. Although I did have to credit him for his teaching skills, he was excellent. Ever since I started for a major in Business at DePaul University three years ago, he’s been my professor.

I heard Kara clear her throat softly next to me and looked at her. She flickered her eyes at my textbook in front of me, motioning me to look. I saw a folded up piece of paper on top and opened, recognizing her handwriting right away.

“Wipe that smile off your dreamy face, you’re letting everyone how good the sex was with Patrick last night,” I read. I looked at her and rolled my eyes, then wrote a reply.

“Bitch, first of all we didn’t have sex. Second, even if we did, it wouldn’t be good it’d be amazing. Have I told you how big he is?” I pushed the note towards her. I watched, as her eyes got big while reading it. She hurriedly wrote something back.

“You slut, you actually saw it and never had the urge to jump him right then? What’s wrong with the both of you?” I laughed internally, scribbling on the small paper.

“Laugh out fucking loud who’s the slut now? I didn’t see it in the flesh per say, it just seemed big under the towel he was wearing. In any case, why am I telling you this?” I shoved the note back to her fast as I could sense Stockman coming up the stairs. Luckily Kara grabbed it fast and hid it under the desk as he stopped by our table, handing out new notes. I let out a sigh of relief as he walked back down, the last thing I needed was for my professor to know something about my love life. Just as I was about to unfold the note from Kara, the bell rang signaling the end of the lesson. I got up and got all my things together, swinging my bag on my shoulder. I waited for Kara to pack her stuff. Just as we were about to walk out the door Stockman called me back. I walked over to his desk lifted up by a platform and waited for him to speak. He took of his glasses and looked me straight in the eye, talk about intimidating.

“Miss Thompson, is there anything you need to tell me about your lack of attention in my class for today and last week? Your marks are still great, I am just worried about your attention to the lessons I give during class,” he said. I shook my head no; not daring to let him know my boyfriend is taking his position as the person I am most attentive to.

“No sir, I am sorry about that. It has just been a long day yesterday and I hardly got any rest,” I explained, lying a bit. I did hardly get any rest, but the day didn’t feel long at all as I spent it fully with my baby. “It won’t happen again,” I ensured him half-heartedly. I heard a “bullshit” cough come from the door and we both turned to look at Kara as she tried to make it like she had nothing to do with the sound. Stockman and I turned and looked back to one another.

“Are you sure? You’re my best pupil and I don’t want to see that title go to someone else Miss Thompson,” he warned. I nodded, feeling pretty intimidated. I’ve never been called to a teacher’s desk before, so imagine how much I was shaking. Stockman was a very good-looking African-American man; most girls would totally do anything to get into his good books. He was around six feet tall and well built frame. He was very young at twenty-nine. But unlike most of the girls in my class who would open their legs for him, Kara and I wouldn’t even dream of him that way. Besides, I had my Patrick to please.

“I’m sorry for not focusing and I promise my marks won’t be affected Mr. Stockman,” I assured him once again.

Note to self: scold Patrick when you get home.

Stockman nodded and signaled that I could leave. I smiled and made my way to Kara, who gave me an all-knowing look.

“What?” I asked her once we got outside the building. We got into the car, her in the driver’s seat as we were using her car. She smirked at me as she started the engine and reversed out the parking space.

“It had been a long day yesterday and I hardly got any sleep, Mr. Stockman,” she mimicked in my voice. If she wasn’t driving I would have smacked her, instead I scolded her.

“I did hardly get any sleep,” I whined truthfully.

“Yeah because you were fucking Patrick,” she teased. We were at a stop sign and I quickly hit her arm. “Oww bitch, that hurt!” it was her turn to whine. I stuck my tongue out.

“Kara, we’ve only been dating for a month and a half, nothing has gone on. And it won’t go on for a pretty long time!” she rolled her eyes as she turned into my street.

“Sure, I give you four months. You’re going to get super horny like you already are and you’ll both go crazy when you see each other naked,” she stopped in front of James’s house and mine.

“Kara please, I’m still a virgin remember, so it will take a long time before I have sex with him as much as I would want. I’m scared to death of how it could go, because I am pretty sure he’s huge. I have felt the bulge he gets in his pants when he’s excited. So I know it’s going to be painful. Let’s not talk about this much since I get enough of it from James,” I pleaded, looking her in her eyes. She smiled and nodded.

“Anytime you need to talk, I am around. Don’t be scared,” she smiled. She put a fist in between us and I lightly hit it with mine. I got out the car and shut the door behind me, then leaned on it. “You still coming tonight right to meet the guys?” I asked.

“Of course, I’d love to meet the guys finally,” she nodded, trying to hide her smile. I smirked.

“Yeah right, you just very excited to see a certain afro Jew boy,” I teased her. Kara thought he was gorgeous as hell when she first saw him performing at my birthday party. She winked.

“You got that right,” she laughed. “I’ll see you later boob, be good with Patrick,” she blew a kiss and with that she was gone. I shook my head in amusement and walked inside my house.


Having nothing much to do as James was in class and Patrick was in the studio with some artist, I lied on the couch with my long pajama pants on and the top I wore to class earlier. I always believed that pajama pants were the most comfortable pants to lounge in. TV was also boring as hell, so my mind would wander as a repeated episode of Oprah played before me on the screen.

The past month and a half I shared with Patrick has been crazy, but in a very good way. We’d spend as much time together as we could in between his time producing with other bands and artists in the studio and his time rehearsing for an upcoming short tour with the boys. There was also the fact that I had school and work to go to, so we’d mostly see each other on weekends or days where we had nowhere to go. But our relationship wasn’t always butterflies and rainbows; there’d be the occasional flies and mosquitoes where we’d fight mostly over the stupidest things. Like just last week, we fought over him leaving the toilet seat up, since he’d use my bathroom most of the time if we were in my bedroom. I know it’s a male thing, but really I never really shared my bathroom with anyone. And James knew he had to put it down otherwise I’d go crazy on his ass. Of course we made up five minutes later, Patrick and I that is, with him promising to try to not leave the seat up again.

That’s what I loved about Patrick; he didn’t like to fight just as myself. He was always a gentleman, no matter what. Most times I would ask myself if I deserved him, but he would find ways to convince me that I did. He didn’t know anything about my past, but for some reason he protected me as if he did. My thoughts were interrupted as the ring of the phone made me jump. I sat up the couch and reached over for the phone and pressed the answer button.

“Hello?” I answered.

“How’s my baby doing?” the voice on the other end asked. A smile automatically came to my face as I heard his greeting. I loved how he called me his baby.

“Your baby’s doing great,” I answered him, showing all the excitement in my voice. He laughed. “How’s my Irishman doing?” he chuckled again, I could sense him rolling his eyes.

“The sexy Irishman is good, even happier to hear your voice,” he yawned, “I miss you,” he finished.

“Aww baby, are you tired?” I asked in a baby voice.

“Mhmm, you kept me up for a long time last night,” he mumbled.

“I kept you up? You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go home after I told you I had class today!” I wasn’t going to let him down easy.

“I’m sorry baby, I hope I didn’t get you into trouble with your professors,” he apologized. I now felt bad for blaming him.

“Yeah I sort of did, but I had to leave out the real reason why I was not focusing in class,” I said. I could hear him smirk.

“What were you thinking of that made you not focus?” he teased. I rolled my eyes.

“As if you don’t know,” I replied.

“No actually I don’t it’s not like I can read your mind,” he pressed.

“Baby, don’t do this to me,” I groaned. I really didn’t want to tell him what I was thinking of because Patrick can make one question turn into twenty. He laughed.

“I’m sorry, I won’t pressure you to tell me. I will leave you and your erotic thoughts of me to yourself,” he teased. I blushed furiously, trying not to let out a hint of sound that will let him know he was right.

“Shut up,” I retorted. He kept laughing. I shook my head while smiling. “I’m gonna tell Joey you’re making fun of me,” I warned him.

“Uh huh sure, what will you say if he asks you what I said?”

“Then you will not be allowed to touch my ass anymore,” I huffed.

“Then you won’t be able to kiss me, cause they both compliment each other,” he added more to the argument.

“Oh my gosh baby you won’t let me win right?” I pouted, even though he couldn’t see.

“Nah, you’re too sexy when you’re mad,” he reasoned. I rolled my eyes.

“What the hell would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t be able to kiss the most amazing man in the world?”

“You got quite the ego don’t you,” I smirked.

“Not really, because then if we never met I wouldn’t have known the most amazing woman in the world,” he whispered. Oh my soul this guy is fucking amazing. I blushed furiously once again grinning like an idiot.

“How come you always know the right things to say?” I asked shyly, playing with my toes.

“It comes easy when you’re with someone who makes you happy,” he admitted, yawning again.

“I make you happy?” I asked, quite shocked.

“Duh, I’ve never been happier in my life and I have you to thank for that,” he admitted. I was surprised he felt the same about me as I felt for him.

“Aww, I’ve never been happier before I met you too,” I bit my lip.

“I can’t wait to see you tonight now,” he whined. I giggled. Yes, I have come to terms that Patrick is the only one who can make me giggle.

“I can’t wait either, and I don’t have class tomorrow…” I hinted to him, biting my lip.

“So are you trying to say you can stay as late as possible?” he asked with the same hint in his voice, yawning once again.

“Yes I am. Baby you need to go to sleep before you pass out tonight,” I said, a bit concerned.

“But I want to keep talking to you,” he whined.

“Which you can do tonight at Joe’s, right now you need to get home and sleep and dream of me,” I lured him.

“Okay, just because you’re my girlfriend and I like you a lot and that I’d love to see you tonight I will take your advice and go to sleep,” he gave in. I smiled.

“That’s my boy. I’ll see you tonight okay?” I asked one last time.

“You bet. I really like you,” he said. Since we weren’t really ready to say I love you yet, we left it at I like you instead.

“I really like you too,” I praised him back. “Bye-bye.”

“Bye baby,” he greeted and with that we hung up, leaving me to get ready for tonight.


I opened the front door to Joe’s house with Kara following me excitedly. I turned to look at her before we went in.

“Dude will you calm down because you’ll only scare him away,” I half joked. She stopped bouncing and bit her lip.

“I’m sorry, but you know how nervous I get when I meet new people,” she said, holding her hands together tight as if she was cold. We were both wearing cleavage bearing tops, my cleavage showing more since I was also blessed with great boobs. The difference was I was wearing a mini dark green corduroy skirt and she was wearing plaid short shorts. We had our bathing suits underneath our clothes since March brought the wonderful season of spring and we were dangerously nearing April.

I raised my eyebrow at her, telling her she’s talking shit.

“You’re never nervous when meeting new people.” She looked at me.

“Fine, I’m just really excited to see him okay, I haven’t had a boyfriend in months,” she took a hold of my hand and pulled us into the house. “Now let’s go find that sexy beast.” I rolled my eyes at her comment.

We finally spotted one of the guys and walked over to Pete, who was standing with Ashlee Simpson and some other people. I’d never met her in person, but I knew Pete really liked her. Pete looked over at us and waved.

“Hey girl, how you doing?” he asked as he gave me a hug. I pulled away and smiled.

“I’ve been great and you?” I greeted him back.

“Awesome actually,” he pulled Ashlee closer to him in a hug. “This is my girl Ashlee, Ashlee this is our good friend and Patrick’s girlfriend Lynn,” he introduced us. Ashlee held out her hand and I shook it.

“Hey, Patrick’s told me a bit about you. It’s nice to meet you,” she smiled.

“Thanks it’s nice to meet you too finally. The way Pete talks about you makes you wonder if he’s just saying all this to make me think he really has a girl,” I joked. Pete shoved me lightly on my shoulder. I stuck out my tongue at him; Ashlee laughed at out childish antics.

“Yeah, Pete does make everyone wonder about half the things he says,” she teased. He looked at her shocked and she found that as an opportunity to kiss him. They were a cute couple. I heard Kara clear her throat behind me, making me remember she was there. We all looked at her.

“Oh sorry, guys this is my best friend Kara, Kara this is Pete and Ashlee,” I introduced. They exchanged greetings. “Have you seen Joe or Patrick?” I asked once they were done.

“I know Joe is outside taking care of the barbeque. Patrick’s probably with him,” Pete said. “Oh and watch out, his whore of an ex girlfriend is also here and has been trying to get his attention so if you see a girl who is probably a bit taller than you with blond hair trying to get on Patrick, just push her in the pool,” he warned. I nodded, thinking this bitch is gonna get it if she touches my man again.

“Okay I’ll look out for that. Thanks for the heads-up,” I appreciated. I took a hold of Kara’s hand and pulled her with me to the poolside. Once we got out I saw Pete was right, a blond girl who was probably Kara’s 5’5” height had her arm around Patrick. Patrick looked so bored with his chin on his hand, rolling his eyes at everything she blabbered about. I chuckled at the sight of him. I guess he heard my soft laughter because next thing I knew I was engulfed in a big hug from him, kissing my neck repeatedly. Oh yeah, that felt fucking great that I didn’t even want him to stop.

“Ahem,” Kara said loudly, clearly annoyed at the PDA. I sighed, pulling away from Patrick and turning to her.

“Baby, this is my best friend Kara, Kara this is Patrick my boyfriend,” I introduced them, getting tired of introducing people.

“So this is the famous Kara?” I heard Joe ask as he came over to us, wiping his hands on a towel. I saw Kara almost drop her jaw from the corner of my eye. Luckily I nudged her in time before she made a fool of herself.

“Guilty as charged,” she smiled, raising her hand slightly. We heard someone from behind Joe and Patrick make a small annoying coughing noise. We all looked at her, Patrick putting his arm around my shoulders. I put mine around his waist.

“Who’s this Tricky?” she asked in an almost baby voice. I raised my eyebrow at her when she called him Tricky, as it was a nickname for something else.

“Oh this?” he asked squeezing me harder. “This is my current girlfriend Lynn, whom I like a lot,” he said, adding emphasis on current. He turned and looked at me, winking, “baby this is my ex girlfriend Madison,” he emphasized on the ex. I nodded, deciding to be the nice girl and smiled.

“Nice to meet you Madison,” I lied. She just gave me a cheeky smile and walked into the house. I made a cat sound and everyone laughed. We sat on the pool chairs; I sat on Patrick’s lap while Joe and Kara took the long chair. I knew sitting on Patrick’s lap would turn him on, as I could feel his hand rubbing my naked thigh, inching closer to my female area each time. Even though Patrick and I haven’t had sex yet, we were still very strongly sexually attracted to one another. We realized this last week, when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other while kissing and our hands would roam to places we considered off limits for people who’ve been dating for only a month. We decided we could please each other without taking one another’s clothes off. I put my hand on top of his, stopping him from going any further. I leaned close to his ear and whispered:

“Not now when we just got here and in front of these two.” He let out a soft moan.

“Okay, but you best make sure you don’t move too much or else Tricky will want some attention,” he warned. I bit my lip sexily.

“Well then I’ll have to put him to sleep later won’t I?” I kissed him, making it linger to stifle his groan.

“Will you two get a room?” we turned to see Kara and Joe giving us dirty looks.

“Yeah I don’t care what room you take as long as it’s not my bedroom,” Joe added, pointing a warning finger to Patrick. We both rolled our eyes at them. Patrick kept his hand still as we talked about tours, work and school.


About thirty minutes later of being tired of Patrick’s squirming, I turned to look at him with my eyebrows furrowed. I mouthed a ‘what’ to him.

He sat up a bit and whispered, “you keep laughing and your ass is rubbing my crotch,” he said in a deep voice.

“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t help that my whole body moves when I laugh,” I looked back at Joe and Kara who were whispering something in each other’s ears, then turned back to Patrick, “okay fine, is your crotch up?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Can’t you feel it poking you?” I tried not to laugh as I bit on my bottom lip.

“Quickly run to the bathroom and I’ll come in two minutes,” I told him, kissing him quick before I stood up and watched him move quick to the bathroom with his hand in front of his boy. I rolled my eyes: boys.

“What’s up with Trick?” Joe asked, watching as the small man ran.

“I think he’s going to the bathroom, he said he drank a lot when he got here,” I shrugged, trying to not give them a clue of what we really going to do.

“Oh, yeah I don’t think I saw him without a cup of beer or Red Bull in his hand until you got here,” Joe nodded, taking in my lie. I was surprised I was pretty accurate about the too much drinking.

“Trust Patrick to drink like a fish. Anyway, I’m gonna go get myself something to drink, would you guys like something?” I asked, praying in my mind they would say no.

“Yeah can you get me a beer?” Kara asked. I silently cursed her but nodded at her request anyway.

I walked into the house, making my way straight to the bathroom. I drummed on the door to let Patrick know it’s me. He opened the door and pulled me in as fast as hell. He locked the door, pinning me to it kissing me furiously. We kissed like crazy for a minute then I felt Patrick pull down my panties from under my skirt. I moved my hands from his face to his jeans and started unbuttoning them. Once I unzipped them all the way I slipped my hands inside his boxers and grasped him in my hand. He gasped as I moved my hand up and down his shaft, making me wetter by the second.

He pushed me off the door and moved me to the wall closer to the bathtub, my hand keeping contact with his penis. I lifted my leg up onto the side of the bathtub, still keeping my mouth locked to his. As quick as a fox he slipped two fingers inside me, making me moan in complete pleasure. I pushed down his pants, keeping his boxers on so I wouldn’t see his dick. I moved my hand faster on him as I felt him insert a third finger in me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. He moved his fingers in and out, in and out of me while I pulled and pushed with my hand on his dick. Patrick knew how to work his guitar fingers in me. He moved his mouth to my neck, trying to stifle his moans and groans as he kissed my shoulder. I leaned my head on the wall to give him more access.

“Fuck baby faster, I’m almost there,” I cried. He respected my demand, moving his fingers faster. He took out one finger from me, trying to go deeper with the other two. This made him succeed in hitting the right spot, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and I moaned out in pleasure as I came on his hand. My hand was still working on his penis, going faster and faster until I felt his hot load moisturize my hand. He let out a sexy grunt, making me feel the vibrations from his Adam’s apple onto my neck. This made me cum a little more, making him smile with pride and kiss me. Our breathing was still rugged and fast as we kissed, leaning our foreheads on each other’s. I kissed him again as I pulled my hand from his boxers. He pulled his fingers out of me. He kissed me and whispered a ‘thanks’ before kissing me again.

“Pleasure is all mine,” I breathed out. He pulled his pants up as I picked up my panties. I could feel his eyes watching from behind me as I picked them up. I stood up quickly so he wouldn’t see me naked. I smacked his arm.

“You’re not allowed to look yet,” I scolded him. He rubbed his arm.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” he apologized, pulling me in for a hug. I accepted his apology and kissed him, making me remember my guilty pleasure. He rubbed his tongue on my lip asking for access. I granted it, opening my mouth and moaning as his tongue massaged mine. I felt his hand move down to my ass, squeezing it before he gave it a light smack. This turned me on more, but I pulled away from him before we would want to do more. He pecked my lips quick and let me put my panties back on.


After cleaning ourselves up, we went back to Joe and Kara. I had Kara’s drink in my hand, as I didn’t want them to wonder what really did happen. Once we got there, we were surprised by the image before us and stopped abruptly. Joe and Kara were playing tonsil hockey like pros. I turned to look at Patrick who was smiling like an idiot. He wolf-whistled, making the parties break up promptly and look at us. Both faces turned red as I handed Kara her drink.

“She kind of had something in her eye so I was trying to get it out and, yeah…” Joe stammered, making Patrick and me laugh harder.

“Uh huh yeah I know the whole get-something-out-of-the-mouth-while-playing-tonsil-hockey technique,” I winked, “at least you know he can multi-task Kara.” She bit her lip in embarrassment.

“So thanks for getting me the drink,” she stuttered, taking a gulp of it. I shook my head, smiling at the two in front of us.


The rest of the night went well, as we played a game or three of Twister. I couldn’t really remember as I drank more than my body could handle. Patrick held me to his side the whole night, making sure I wouldn’t fall over. The rest of the night was a blur. What really surprised me was when I woke up the next morning. Even though my head was throbbing like hell, I was still able to recognize the room that didn’t belong to me. I turned my head to the other side of the bed to see my boyfriend sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes widened as I quickly came into realization I was sharing a bed with my absolutely adorable boyfriend. I pulled up the cover quick, looking under to see if I was still dressed. I was dressed alright, but not in my clothes, instead I was wearing boxers and a big shirt.

I gasped and looked back at my boyfriend’s sleeping form, his mouth slightly open. Believe me when I say I so badly wanted to kiss him, but I had to solve matters and ask many questions to ask.

“Baby…baby wake up,” I shook him wildly.

“Mhmm,” he let out. This boy can sleep through a tornado.

“Patrick wake up!” I said more sternly, smacking his naked back. He woke up finally, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“What?” he asked, pretty harshly. I knew he wasn’t a morning person.

“Baby, we need to talk,” I told him.




Yeah, believe me when I say it felt weird when I wrote this chapter.
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