New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... giggled. " Don't. It was mine ," she signed. I blew her a kiss them followed Tao out of the glass doors. We were nowhere close to late, but I didn’t feel like sitting down and gobbling up an entire bowl of cereal—I just wanted to hurry up and fly through school. Well, my wish came true. History was the class I had the most fun in—Nanaya gave us flowers since it was a birthday week (four students in my class had their birthday that week), Body Science was awesome because Sahmi told us why he was so happy: Anastasia was having another baby. Brice was in his regular chipper mood, lunch was pizza (praise the Lord), Art was another free day, and Math was a blur. I had stopped by the library to return the book to Zara—that book was amazing, by the way—and I was passing by the cafe when someone tapped my shoulder. His sexy voice made me laugh. "Boo," he smiled. I stood up on my tippy toes and gave him a lip-smoldering kiss. "Gotcha. Hey, where are you heading from?" "Nowhere. I just met up with some of my friends. And, where are you headed from, Miss Lady?" "Ria. 57. I had a book. But, of course you wouldn't know anything about books." Dallas smiled and blinked his eyes to a dark grey. They looked like the night sky during a thunderstorm, a swirling, deep, beautiful thunderstorm. "Of course I don't know anything about books," he said. I snaked my arm around his waist and Dallas gently squeezed my shoulder. "How was your day? Did you have to beat anyone's face into the ground?" I ...

... giggled and thumped the back of his head. "No, you asshole. It's Friday, so I barely did anything and now I'm spending time with a big goofball." "I wonder who that goofball is." "Uhm, his name is Dallas Rebel Ollier." Dallas gave me another kiss then tersely pulled away. He did a quick look around with his grey eyes, then tugged me behind a wall. The wall was the wall of Ria. 65 (the rec hall) and it was right next to another wall that separated some of the oak trees in Ria. 200. Dallas pushed me against the rough bricks then devoured my mouth, and grazed his hands down to my shorts. I panted his name, but I don't think Dallas heard me because he pressed flat against me then grabbed my ass. He slipped his hands past the hem of my shirt, found my covered boobs and softly massaged me while I kissed behind his ear and ran my tongue along the ink of his tattoo. Dallas was hard. Super hard. And I really wanted to get him off. I was preparing to go down on him when the annoying buzz of my cellphone interrupted. I pulled it out then saw it was my Dad. "Hey, Dad," I abruptly answered. Dallas took a step back with a guilty face on. "Hey, Casper"—he called me Casper because my hair was almost white when I was a kid—"Lena needs you down at Ria. 84." My eyes got wide. "Is everything okay?" "I have no clue. I'm not even in Rianate anymore; I had to go and check on your aunt. Go to her right now." Dad hung up without any further details. Great, am I on her bad side again? "Who's bad side?" I ...