“Are your parents’ home tonight?” Keenan nuzzled against my neck and groped my ass to lift me into him. We had just finished making out in the driveway

“I don’t know, but Dash could be back any moment.” I giggled.

“No, he won’t. He’s busy chasing Willow’s ass. I don’t blame him either.” I hit him on the chest and considered kneeing him.

“Don’t joke about my friends,” I warned.

“Baby, I was only kidding. You’re the sour apple of my eye.”

“You’re really asking for it tonight, aren’t you?” I meant it as a threat, but the lust in his eyes increased tenfold.

“I’m damn near begging for it, Shelly. Are you going to give it to me?”

“That depends…”

“On?”

“How well you beg.”

“I can beg very well, baby. If you take me inside right now, I can show you just how well I beg with my mouth on your pussy.”

We were upstairs and locked away in my room in sixty seconds flat. We continued to kiss with an intensity I still had not become entirely used to.

“Your lips taste like I’d died and gone to heaven, but your pussy will make me want to die for that little slice of heaven. Turn around, baby, and bend over the bed.”

I did as he instructed without hesitation.

“Lift your skirt and slide your panties to your ankles.” I felt awkward completing his instructions in my current position, but I managed it without embarrassment. “Good girl,” he praised. His voice sounded far away, so I turned my head to find him standing near the far wall, watching me with his ankles and arms crossed.

“Why are you playing with me?”

“I’m admiring. Playing starts now.” He shed his hoodie and shirt and knelt behind me. “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned before his tongue swept my sex.

From that moment, he kept me in a constant state of weeping and shaking as he ate me hungrily. When he finally decided I had enough, he positioned himself on top of my powder blue coverlet and ordered me to ride him.

After three rounds, we finally caught our breath. As I was drifting to sleep, I felt him kiss my nose. I opened my eyes in time to see him slip from the room. As soon as he closed the door, his phone vibrated with a message. I groaned and rolled over, ready for sleep to take me. Five minutes later, his phone continued to vibrate obnoxiously. Thinking it might have been an emergency I grabbed his jeans and fished his phone from his pocket:

Unknown: Why are you ignoring me?

It appeared to be the first messaged that had come through from an unknown number. There were at least five more, each worse and more incriminating than the last:

Unknown: Is your little girlfriend around?

Unknown: She can’t love you like I do.

Unknown: I want more Keenan.

Unknown: How many other boys can say they fucked their chemistry teacher?

Unknown: We have something special. I haven’t stopped thinking about your cock.

The last one was the most confusing of all.

Unknown: I told you… if you want to keep her, you need to see things my way.

I quickly scrolled to the top and read through the messages. Keenan had only responded twice in the two weeks the messages spanned. He had told her their deal was done and the second message read that what had happened was a mistake.

The phone slipped from my hands to the floor, and I followed after it when my knees gave out.

What deal could involve sex with Ms. Felders?

He fucked Ms. Felders.

This wasn’t the first time he had cheated on me, but I never thought we would go this far. I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt his arms around me, pulling me up from the floor. His voice was barely heard over the sound of my heart shattering to bloody broken pieces. If I looked close enough, I might have been able to see it lying at my feet.

He lifted my naked body and gently laid me down on the bed and then quickly looked over me. When he didn’t see physical signs for my current state he asked again, “Why are you crying, Shelly?”

“You said it wouldn’t happen again.” The last of my tears had shed and in their place was anger.

“I’m not following.” Confusion flooded his features as his eyes searched mine.

“Then maybe your phone can bring you up to speed.” I jumped from my bed, retrieved his phone from the floor, and threw it at his bare chest.  “You and the chemistry teacher seem awfully familiar with each other. Is it because you fucked her? The chemistry fucking teacher.”

“Fuck.” He stood from the bed and reached for me, but I backed away. The thought of his hands on me now made my skin crawl. “Sheldon, it was—”