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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 15, 2008 18:41:28 GMT -6
Excitement bubbled up in Maxwell's stomach as he led Dominique through the boys dormitories. He got a few looks from guys he didn't know and also a couple thumbs up. It was man's code. Every guy knew that, and Maxwell couldn't whip the grin off his face. He loved that other guys had seen him with her too. This would definitely make him more popular in the school. It was so easy for guys to get popular. All they had to do was be hot, have money, and get girls. Maxwell already proved the last one and was hot, so he just needed to prove his wealth.
He opened the door and held it for Dom, and as he slipped inside he wrapped a piece of cloth around the knob to let his roommate to know not to come in. That was the last thing Maxwell needed to happen. Even if nothing between them happened he still didn't want to be disturbed. Hopefully his roommate wasn't completely retarded and would figure out what it meant.
The room itself wasn't bad. Maxwell was quite impressed by the wood floor, the desks, and the bathroom. His luggage was already stacked on the left side of the room, closest to the bathroom. Good. He thought. Easier to beat the roommate to the bathroom. Maxwell hoped and prayed that he'd have a cool roommate. One that would leave him alone if he had a chick with him.
"Room looks sorta empty doesn't it?" Maxwell said chuckling slightly. He walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for her to reply. In his mind he started making a checklist of all the things he needed to make his room more lively. Maybe a lava lamp. Sure, it was tacky, but wasn't that the big thing for bachelor's to have? Maxwell after all was a bachelor. He might as well look the part. Maybe a couple pictures of half naked girls here and there. (Though he'd have to cover them if he ever had a girl over.)
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Post by dominique on Sept 25, 2008 13:26:34 GMT -6
Dominique knew the drill for going to guy's dorms. She'd done it so many times, it soon became so.. natural. Any excuse to get into a guy's room is taken, hot or not. Well, hot. No one wants to be seen hanging around with some dirt bag, right? Well, she didn't. Anything that could or would kill her reputation, was a definite no no. Everyone knew that.
She pouted and winked to guys that passed by. Dominique was one to flirt, and it was her favorite past time. If you count it as one. She continued strutting down the hallway, showing what she had and what they couldn't get. Right now, anyways.
Seeing the his dorm door, excitement began to eat at her. The last time Dominique was in a guy's dorm was three weeks ago, during vacation. She was getting feisty, and had ended up sleeping with some guy she didn't know. She wasn't going to try it at Westfield, until she knew the teachers, and their weak spots.
"Room looks sorta empty doesn't it?" Dominique heard him say. The truth was, it did look empty. And symmetrical to the girl dorms too. Maybe a few different touches, the ones nobody cares about. "It does, and my dorm is the exact same." She replied, smirking all the while. She was yet to meet her room mate. She was probably some gimp, who was either an emo or a slut. As long as they weren't a rat, she'd live.
Dominique sat down on the bed next to him, closer than usual. Looking over at him with her big, brown eyes; she simply smiled. "So, want to show me that tattoo?" She murmured, leaning in to say so. Maybe she was taking it too far, or he was getting the wrong impression. Either way, she'd have to wait and see.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 25, 2008 17:43:12 GMT -6
"It does, and my dorm is the exact same." Maxwell looked over at the girl and chuckled. "Guess the designer's ran out of ideas. Put that there, this goes there, hmm, what should we do for the boys dorm? Hey Pat! Just make it the same as the girls." He said making arm motions. It really did suck that the girls and boys dorm's were exactly alike, but the dorms themselves weren't that bad. He was just nervous to meet his roommate, who knew what would happen then. He'd probably end up with some loser.
"So, want to show me that tattoo?" Maxwell's eyes wandered down to Dom's chest as a smirk grew across his face. "Just can't wait to get a peak of the ol' six pack can ya?" He said. Maxwell wanted to tease her, just a little bit more. The last thing he wanted was girls to think that he just wanted to get in their pants. Even though it was true, he didn't need that getting out, and anyway he was quite enjoying her company, more than he thought he would. This girl was like him, he could tell. But wasn't the rule, opposites attract?
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Post by dominique on Sept 26, 2008 13:18:08 GMT -6
"Hmm, I guess. But I could wait, I guess," Dominique replied. She sat up properly, examining her nails as a distraction. The smug smile never left her pretty little face. Now, she felt like teasing. The impression she was giving right now, seemed like she was looking to get laid, which really, she wasn't. Maybe she should back up a little, and just have some fun, which he was probably thinking anyways.
The teen crossed her long, tanned legs, fixing her mini skirt too. She enjoyed teasing. It made the guy want more, and try harder to get what he wants. It was entertaining to watch, and also entertaining to watch. Right now she was turning her personality around, and she'd change it back once he won the game. That's what flirting is about, right? Yet it was.
Dominique played about with the diamond studded ring on her finger, and looked over her french manicured nails. She got them done every other weekend, something she'd been doing since the seventh grade. She twirled a lock of her hair around her index finger, head tilted slightly.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 27, 2008 9:17:01 GMT -6
"Hmm, I guess. But I could wait, I guess," Maxwell noticed immediately that she took her attention off him and put it on her nails. What was it with girls and their nails anyway? It's not like everyone was going to pay attention to how your nails looked. Who would want to specialize in doing other peoples nails anyway? I mean seriously, how lame is that? Sure, it was probably an easy job but would it really be worth it? Wasn't the nail saloon where girls went to moan about their problems? Maxwell couldn't understand it and he doubted he ever would, but he was a boy, completely different from a girl, so why should he.
Maxwell was tired of the teasing. His mind was already reeling with thoughts of what was to come. There was only one thing truly on his mind right now and he felt slightly guilty about it. Originally he had planned on just being friendly and meeting some of the girl population, but now it had come to this. Even though it was the common stereotype of a guy, he didn't want to always fit into it like that.
He placed his hand on her thigh, leaning in slightly until he was about a foot from her face and whispered. "Quit. Teasing. Me." With a laugh he removed his hand from her leg and sat back up, not keeping a whole lot of room between them. Who needed to save room for Jesus anyway?
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Post by dominique on Sept 27, 2008 10:29:23 GMT -6
"Quit. Teasing. Me." Was he caving in? This was a sign Dominique always looked for when she was playing hard to get, which was rather frequently. Her smug smile only grew bigger as she refused to make eye contact. She was having fun, and soon he would be too, hopefully. Not a lot of guys confronted her about her teasing, and it only added to the fun when they did. She hated being teased herself, bewildering herself why she did it herself.
Dominique leaned in closer to his ear, whispering in the most seductive tone she could whip up, "Is someone impatient?" She murmured gently. Her hair fell infront of her cheek bones at the angle she was at, and quickly pushed it out her face. She tilted her head, her bottom lip pouting out slightly. She crossed her legs again, leaning back about two feet from him.
Dominique played with the strap on her Burberry heels, running her index finger along it. They were bran new and the leather was hurting her feet.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 27, 2008 10:51:29 GMT -6
"Is someone impatient?" My god, she's good. He thought, almost drooling. If Maxwell had been a weaker man he might have. He wondered about where Dom had come from. There must be some explanation to how she knew exactly how to tease. Maxwell hated when girls knew his buttons. Usually he was composed when around girls but when they were like this it was so terribly hard for him to resist. His mind battled with him over his next move.
"Not impatient. Why would I have a reason to be impatient?" He replied slightly off as to why she would say he was impatient. Maxwell's eyes hungrily followed her index finger as she teased him once again. When would this stop? He wondered. If she wasn't careful she might end up with him doing something she didn't want.
C'mon Poppa Cherry, seal the deal. Maxwell thought as he looked back to her eyes. He concentrated on her face, tried to just ignore what she was putting him through, but it wasn't working so well. Eventually his eyes landed on her lips. Full and pink, and so kissable. He resisted licking his lips.
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Post by dominique on Sept 27, 2008 11:01:06 GMT -6
"Not impatient. Why would I have a reason to be impatient?" Next step. Denial. When you live around guys most of your life, it becomes easier to understand them. Their strong points, their weaknesses, their likes and dislikes. This helped Dominique a lot with things like this, that were way more important than other in her mind. I mean, she couldn't even count how many times she's been in a guy's room, or how many times she's sealed the deal. Soon, it kinda becomes.. a part of life.
"Hmm, why would you?" She teased once again, running her tongue along her bottom lip. Her tongue stud was now in sight, and was usually distracting, hence the reason she actually got it. She was now really crossing the line and pushing unknown boundaries. This was a risk she usually took. She could be rejected or accepted.
Dominique leaned a few inches closer, raising her eyebrows in question. She grinned contently, revealing the same set of pearly teeth. She was slightly nervous, but yet she'd never been so confident. This was how you broke in boarding school, it's a ritual for her.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 27, 2008 11:36:31 GMT -6
"Hmm, why would you?" Maxwell barely even heard her speak. All he saw was that stud. The one that sat right in the middle of her tongue. He clenched his teeth as he watched her go on again. This girl either really wanted it or really enjoyed teasing her. He had no idea what to do. Sure, Maxwell had been in situations like this, but not this same type. The last thing he wanted was to kiss her and then have her reject him. So now the question was, was she just teasing? Or what was going on?
He brought his forehead almost against her's. Their lips just inches apart now. Maxwell's thoughts all disappeared. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he didn't know what she wanted. He was just going to go with the flow, to stop thinking and let what was bound to happen, happen.
"How do you like being teased?" He said, grinning, his breath warm as he whispered. Maxwell thanked god for the breath mint he had popped in earlier. Otherwise he wouldn't have been as confident pulling this stunt. He just wanted to kiss her already. Take in her sweet scent and feel that lip ring in his mouth.
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Post by dominique on Oct 2, 2008 17:33:49 GMT -6
"How long can you resist?" Dominique breathed devilishly, cocking a perfectly shaped eyebrow. She'd ignored his question, curious to know how long it would be until he gave up. By now, guys were usually trying to get all over, practically begging at her feet to touch her. But this one, he was trying his hardest, and she could see that clearly. She didn't like teasing too much, but right now, it was just so amusing to watch. She wondered who'd make the first move; who'd start it off.
Dominique flicked her tongue stud out playfully once again, known she'd crossed the line long ago. Now time could only tell what happened, she'd given up on guessing. Surprises were bound to happen down the road, and disappointment was something nobody enjoyed facing. The corner of her mouth pulled up into a sophisticated smirk, her chocolate eyes looking deep into his.
Dominique leaned in closer, they're faces now millimeters apart. She was depending on pure adrenaline right now; her kind of ecstasy. She'd wait for him to make the next move, and she knew it wouldn't be long. Who knew she'd wind up here, only being at Westfield for less than two hours? Score.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Oct 2, 2008 21:05:38 GMT -6
"How long can you resist?" Maxwell's senses were reeling. This girl was driving his hormones insane and she just kept pushing him. That thing she did with her tongue? It was, well provacative. It almost seemed to call to him. He wondered why he was holding back. There was obviously something wrong with Maxwell. He was Poppa Cherry afterall. Back at his old home, that name was famous. How many girls had wanted to scream his name and make him theirs. There were so many girls that wanted to try and tame this guy. But none seemed able to.
The boy's hand moved back to the girls upper thigh and settled there. "Not too much longer." he said grinning, brushing his lips lightly against hers. This small contact sent tingles down his spine. This girl, she was driving him insane. He wished he could make her feel the same way. Really, he could tell she loved doing this to him. Why was he holding back? What kind of guy was Maxwell to not have jumped on her right away? He was almost disappointed in himself.
Before he was going to kiss Dom, he was going to wait for her reply. Really, it would be no fun just kissing her and not hearing what she had to say. But his body thirsted to feel those lips against his. To have that stud rub against his own tongue. This girl, was amazing, to say the least. He wanted to know every part of her, right then and there.
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Post by dominique on Oct 4, 2008 10:44:32 GMT -6
I've been thinkin' about this for some time I've got a freaky temptation, burning deep inside "Not too much longer." Dominique smirked smugly, knowing she was being craved at this moment. She felt something brush up her inner thigh, but refused to look. That may give him the impression she was nervous, if she was shaky and anxious. A few seconds after, she felt a pair of unfamiliar lips against her own, known he'd finally given up. "Didn't think so," she murmured into the kiss, closing her eyes slightly. It was rude to stare, everyone knew that. Dominique pushed further into the kiss hungrily, running her tongue stud against his bottom lip, she leaned in further, hoping he would open up and not refuse. She reminded herself not to give herself away too much, that's just being a desperate hoe. She flicked her hair behind her shoulder, as she pushed her body closer. She was going to make him wait, whether he wanted to or not. That was the fun part. She kicked off her high heels, sliding her feet underneath her, in a more comfortable position. This was extremely risky to do, if she wanted a good reputation. But why should she hold back? She was probably with the hottest and most popular guy just now, in his dorm, kissing him. Isn't some girls dream? It was amazing how she got it so easily, just because of her looks. If she didn't have them, she'd be screwed. In a big way. You see the scripts already wrote The bedroom is a set I hope you know your lines 'Cause one take is all we get
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Oct 5, 2008 20:36:20 GMT -6
"Didn't think so," With that, Maxwell was kissing Dominique Hilson. It wasn't the kind of kiss he was used to. The whole make-out session was more his gig, but this peck wasn't too bad. He loved how each girl seemed to have their own spin on kissing. Some did it this way and others that. A lot, though, put techniques from different people all together into one to make an amazing kiss. Dominique was pretty close to that.
The stud rubbed against his lower lip, sending shock waves through his body. He nipped lightly on her own lip as he felt her change position. Dominique was now supported by her legs and her body leaned in closer to his own. He deepened the kiss not wanting to wait any longer. His hands moved up and were entangled in her hair instantly as he brought her closer and closer to him. She had wanted this and now she was going to get it. Once Maxwell started, he wasn't likely to stop. Often, he was known to get slightly violent when led on like that. Hopefully Dominique would be smart enough not to disappoint him.
But she wasn't disappointing him. In fact, she was egging him on, making him want to go further and further. Her smell was all around him and all he could think about was Dominique. It had only been less than 5 hours since he had met her and she was already driving him crazy. Maxwell was starting to like Westfield more and more with each passing second.
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Post by dominique on Oct 30, 2008 4:20:17 GMT -6
Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did The smug smile a lit on Dominique's face told everything. She knew she'd given him what he wanted, and she had gotten what she wanted too. She pushed back roughly as he deepened the kiss, placing a hand upon his chest and pushing him back onto the bed. She tended to get over excited at times like this, and ended up getting carried away. But why should she mind? He was basically doing the same thing. She clambered on top of him elegantly, sniggering inwardly. Dominique's hands settled on his shoulder, only leaving them to flick her locks away from her face. Her slim hands then slid down the guy's chest, then back up to his shoulders once again. She wasn't positive how far he was going to take this, but she wanted to know, and was willing to take the risk finding out. This was a usual thing for the teen. Sneaking into the guys dorms, finding a prep, and doing.. things. To most, she was irresistable. She was labelled as a prep usually, but aren't they.. good? She certainly wasn't. She was an elite, and a bad ass one. Naughty girls are preferred, and everyone knows that. Pretty much the reason she was one. Not that she was copying the trend, she basically created it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin. I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Oct 30, 2008 16:45:42 GMT -6
Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we're gonna do (yeah) I'll take my time we'll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you It ain't my first time but babygirl we can pretend, Hey let's bump and grind girl tonight we'll never end[rise He let her lay him down, his hand wandering around her sides, up and down, rubbing against her skin. Temptation was taking over his mind. This girl was so perfect, so easy, so sweet. What would be the harm in doing this? At that point in time he could think of nothing, not one single reason that he should not take her right then and there. She obviously wanted it, and he was starting to want it even more with each passing second. Temptation was a funny thing really. It took over his mind so violently that he did not even have time to react. This was how the male mind was programed, even though he did not find it fair. Most of the time Maxwell would not be this way though. True, he loved his make-out sessions here and there, but this was different. He was imagining them going all the way, and he had just me this girl. This probably was not the best way for him to earn his rep. Then again, it was the girl that got the bad rep for going from bed to bed, not guys. This would make him more popular maybe, more desireable. His mind snapped back to the present. She was on top of him, touching his chest, giving him every sign to continue on. His hands snuck to her hips, pulling her skirt up with them, just far enough to test her. If she wanted this, he was not going to stop. What kind of guy would he be if he did stop? His hormones had already taken over his mind any kind of interuption would probably drive him insane. t ain't my first time but babygirl we can pretend, Hey let's bump and grind girl tonight we'll never end [/size][/i]
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