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It’s been a week since the gala. A whole week without meeting my Raven. She was busy with her work schedule and classes and study and didn’t have time for tutoring or the interview stuff. And I have a slight feeling that she might be avoiding me. In the entire week, she has sent me three whole messages, which were-

Sorry I'm busy this week.

I can’t do the tutoring.

Or the interview. See you next week.

That’s all. Okay… So that’s how it’s going to be? Alright. Not that I’m holding my breath to see her again, or talk to her or even text her. It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m more than fine. So fine that I am going to bang someone until I get Raven out of my mind.

“Let’s hit a party. I heard the hockey boys are having one down the street. Wanna crash?” I enter the living room all ready for a party. Sid and George look at me as if I told them that I am actually a woman. Their jaws almost hit the ground. “What? It’s fine if you guys don’t want to come. I can go by myself.” I walk across the living room and a huge muscular George pulls me next to him.

“Who are you and what did you do to my best friend? M? Where are you?” he starts shaking me. Sid starts mumbling which I think is either exorcism or black magic, both creep me out. And I’m saying that because one time when we got drunk, Sid sat me down and confessed to me that he can do black magic. From the way he was laughing after that I never dared to ask him if he was kidding!

I shake George off and adjust my leather jacket. “Are you coming or not, asshole? I don’t have classes tomorrow, except for practice in the morning, my schedule’s free.” I get up and George is running up the stairs, skipping one at a time. Within two minutes, he’s standing in front of me, with his party clothes on.

“Gotta look good for the ladies!” he shrugs as he pulls his matching leather jacket.

“You coming, Sid.”

“Nah. I’m good! You guys have fun.” He lazes around the couch watching Masterchef. Good for us. Masterchef inspires Sid to make really good food. If he wasn’t a football player, he definitely could be a chef or even open his own restaurant.

We make it to the party and the hockey boys open us with wide arms. There are some beautiful women here as well. It hasn’t even been a minute and George is already vanished in the hockey crowd.

“Has anyone told you how hot you are?” I feel a hand sliding over my shirt over my abs. Yes. It is exactly what I need.

I turn around to face her and she’s a brunette. Big tits and a big ass. Grey eyes and did I mention that she is wearing nothing but a tiny skirt and a bralette. It’s freezing outside! “Maybe you could remind me how much.” Her hands immediately travel to my ass and I pull her closer to me.

This is exactly what I want. “How much have you had to drink, sweet– dear?” I don’t know why I can’t call her sweetheart. But I just can’t.

“I just got here. Maybe you can get me a drink or two.” she winks at me.

“Nope. Let’s get out of here.” I pull her closer to me and crash my lips on hers. She pushes into my erection which pulls a gasp out of her. “You like what you feel?” I ask her, smirking. I will admit, I love dirty talk. And I love it more when the girl reciprocates it too. But this one doesn’t. She’s just shy and looks away.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” I whisper in her ear and her eyes widen. She blushes, but doesn’t say anything. Why do women think that men want to be in control all the time in the bedroom? We like fucking a girl who like to be thrown around, but we love fucking a woman who likes to take charge and explore. At least I can say so for myself.

“Let’s go.” She holds my hands and waits for me. I lead her back to my place and I find Sid sitting right where I left him. He doesn’t even bother saying anything. Just after we’ve reached the stair she starts running her hand up and down my arm.

I take her to my room and lock it from inside and corner her against the door. “You want me to fuck you right? You are going to have to tell me that, Dear. I won’t touch you without your consent.”

She bites her lip provocatively. “You have my consent.” I smash my lips on hers and try to forget about how badly I wanted to taste my Raven’s lipstick. When I go down on this woman, I want to forget how badly I wanted to make my Raven’s legs shake just so that the sound of her anklets would echo in the room making music out of her orgasm. When I am inside this girl, I want to forget how badly I wanted my Raven to make her scream my name.

“I’m screwed.” I say as I pull away from her. This entire time, I was imagining fucking my sweet Raven’s brains out. “I can’t do this.” I tell her.

“What?” This girl in my bed shoots up from under the sheets.

I get up and find my pants and put them on. “I said I can’t….”

“You can’t be serious!” She thinks I am joking. But just thinking about how badly I want to fuck my Raven, makes me hard. I turn around to face her. “Holy shit. You are. I–”

“You can sleep here if you are tired.” I throw over my shirt. I’ll crash on the couch and pray that George decides to fuck on the floor instead.

“I can do oral stuff if you want.”

“You want to blow me off?” I wonder how my Raven’s tongue would feel around my cock. I remember how badly I wanted her lipstick around my cock. I am going to hell for thinking about this. “Look under normal circumstances, I would take you up on that offer, but I’m not in the mood anymore–” For you .

“I can put on that red lipstick again if you want!” I may or may not have asked her to put on the red lipstick that Riya loved to wear. She quickly puts it on but for some reason, it’s not doing it for me. It doesn’t look the same. I admired my Raven’s lips because she could spit fire through those, she challenged me, and it made her red lips even hotter. Or when she bit her bottom lip because she was thinking about something. Or when she rubbed her thighs together because I turned her on. God her thighs… I’m screwed.

I want to fuck Riya.