School, Sex and Secrets II (School, Sex and Secrets #2) Read online

  He walked over to a drawer on the left side of his desk and opened it. “It was right in the middle of all of this junk.”

  I smiled as I looked in the drawer. “Wow, it just seems so unbelievable. I just remember seeing the picture that Brad showed me of it being in here. He said he was so freaked out by it that he could barely hold his phone still to get the picture.”

  “Yeah, it would’ve freaked me out, too, if I found it in here. Since I rarely open this drawer, John picked the right drawer to put it in. Had it been in this one over here then I would’ve found it,” he said, and then opened the drawer to the right of his desk. “This is where I put most of the stuff that I use often, including the condoms that Brad tried to find that day. He actually opened the wrong drawer. Had he opened this one, he would’ve found the condoms, and Natalie’s phone would still be sitting in the other drawer.”

  “Oh, wow, Marc. Unbelievable,” I said, as I continued to look in the drawer that had Natalie’s phone in it. “I’m sorry that Brad took that picture of the phone in this drawer, Marc. And even though he did and we felt that we had all the proof that we needed, he said that he would not have had the heart to turn you in,” I let him know.

  He smiled at me as he closed the right drawer. “I know he wouldn’t have.” He walked over to the left drawer and closed it. “That’s why I’m glad that DNA proved that I didn’t do it; I had nothing to do with it. I wasn’t hiding her phone for John or anything.”

  “I know, Marc.”

  We continued to smile at each other.

  I sat down at his desk. “I’m just wondering, did Brad tell you about John’s relationship with Natalie?”

  He looked at me, and then nodded with his head lowered. “I was surprised to hear that they had something going on — he kept it a secret from me, as well as Brad. I didn’t mind it, though, because I really didn’t feel much for Natalie after we broke up, but out of respect for me, he obviously wanted to keep their relationship a secret.”

  I nodded. “It seems like it. But did you know about John and me?”

  He slightly grinned. “Yeah, Brad told me about that, too. John really tried to act as if he wasn’t interested in any girls at school. He really kept him seeing the two of you at the same time a secret. Did you know about each other?”

  “Absolutely not . . . at least I thought.”

  He looked at me confused. “What do you mean by that?”

  I sighed. “Well, I started receiving a lot of secret texts from someone who was on to me about seeing John after I was over John’s house one day after school — that day that Brad showed up. Did Brad tell you about that?”

  “He did,” he said as he grinned at me.

  “Well, I was getting constant texts from a person and despite me trying to text back to see who they were, I was blocked from doing so. They were on to me from the start and even knew when I started secretly seeing Brad — always asking me did Lisa know I was secretly seeing him.”

  “Damn,” he said as he shook his head.

  “Well, long story short, Marie told me that it was Natalie who was sending me these texts because she wanted John all to herself and wanted me out of the way, but unfortunately, he wanted her out of the way for good.”

  “For real?! Damn! Brad didn’t tell me this! Wow! That’s fucked up, Vanessa. As her ex, I’m sorry she did that to you. She was a stalker in a lot of ways. She wouldn’t leave me alone for a while after we broke up, no matter what I tried to do. But her stalking slowed down a lot when she obviously started seeing John in secret.”

  “And then she obviously started stalking him when she suspected that he could’ve been seeing someone else, which was me. I mean, I had no idea that John was seeing both of us at the same time. But then I broke off the secret relationship with John to stay in one with Brad, as I’m sure he told you.”

  He grinned, and then looked at me. “Yeah, he did.”

  “And I knew John was pissed off about it, even though he tried to act as if he wasn’t. I believe he took a lot of his anger out on Natalie for me ending the relationship I had with him, and then just went off a fuckin’ cliff when she told him that she was pregnant.”

  He let out a deep sigh. “That’s for sure. I didn’t know that Natalie was pregnant. It definitely wasn’t mine because we didn’t have sex even once after we broke up.”

  “I believe you,” I replied with a smile. I changed the subject. “But there’s something else that I wanna know.”

  “What is it?”

  “Did Brad tell you about him and Lisa having sex at the party at the lake?”

  He tried very hard to suppress a grin. “Yeah, he did.”

  “Is he thinking about leaving me and going back to her?”

  “Oh, hell naw, Vanessa! Brad really likes you. He said that he made a mistake with cheating on you with her and admitted to me that he does still have feelings for her, but he knew what he did with her was wrong. He said that all of this shit with John and everything really has him doing things that he swore he wouldn’t do. Actually, Vanessa, it surprised me that he cheated on you because he’s always telling me how much he likes you and loves being with you.”

  I nodded as I slightly smiled. “Um, Marc, did he tell you about me and John? You know what I’m talking about.”

  He looked at me, and then looked down at the floor. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about . . . he did.”

  “And what did he say?”

  He looked at me and then looked away. He let out a deep sigh. “He said you broke his heart, Vanessa, and didn’t know if he wanted to stay with you. I convinced him to stay with you because we all make mistakes and that I knew that you regretted what you did.”

  “Thanks, Marc. I did regret it — Brad doesn’t realize just how much. Wow, so he was thinking about leaving me. You know the only reason why I know this is because of you. I still had so many repressed feelings for John and that day they just all came out. I have regretted doing it since.”

  “I can tell that you have, Vanessa.”

  I stood up and then hugged him. “Marc, thanks so much for talking to Brad and convincing him to stay with me. You two are best friends. I knew that if anyone could convince him to stay with me that it would be you. I really like him and wanna be with him for years to come.”

  He smiled. “No problem, Vanessa. I care about you, too. I think you and Brad are perfect for one another and really like each other. Relationships aren’t perfect — that’s a fact. I told him I wish I had a girl like you.”

  I smiled. “You’re very sweet, Marc. You’ll find a girl like me someday.”

  “Yeah, someday.”

  We continued to look at each other and smile. I started to get an uneasy feeling inside of me.

  He slowly began to touch my left arm, and then stroked it up and down. I looked up at him as he leaned closer into me.

  I stared at him. “Marc . . . ”

  He embraced me as he leaned down and put his head against my neck. “Damn, you smell so good. Brad always tells me that he likes the way you smell, and I can see why.”

  “Marc, I think I better go.”

  “Shhh, it’s okay, Vanessa. I’m not doing anything to you but holding you,” he said, as he continued to move his head slowly from my neck to my shoulder.

  “Marc, Brad would not like to see us like this right now, and you know it.”

  “I know, but he doesn’t have to know about something that’s nothing.”

  I slowly pulled away from him. “I’m gonna get going,” I said, and then walked towards the door.

  “Vanessa!”

  I turned around as I stood about a foot in front of the door.

  “Are you as curious about me as I am about you?” he asked.

  But before I could answer, he quickly shut the door, pushed me up against it, lifted up my dress, pulled down my panties, and started fucking me from behind.

  I couldn’t believe that I was being fucked by Brad’s best friend, b
ut it felt so good that I couldn’t stop him as he went as fast as he could. I also remembered Ava telling me that this was definitely his favorite position.

  He let out a very loud and satisfying sound and then quickly pulled out of me.

  I turned around very fast and noticed how he wasn’t wearing a condom.

  “Did that feel good, baby?” he asked, as he had both of his hands on his knees as he slightly leaned forward.

  “Marc! You fucked me without a fuckin’ condom?!”

  “Don’t worry, baby, I think I pulled out in time. I’ve dreamed about fucking you and now I finally did it,” he said as he breathed heavy.

  I shook my head. “Marc, how could you do this?! How?! Brad will never forgive us if he finds this out!”

  “It’ll be our secret, baby,” he said with a grin, like he didn’t care at all about Brad.

  “I DON’T WANT ANYMORE FUCKIN’ SECRETS! I AM SO SICK OF FUCKIN’ SECRETS!!” I screamed.

  I woke up!

  “Oh, my God! Thank goodness I was dreaming!” I said with a sigh of relief.

  I got up out of bed and looked out my window as it continued to rain. I looked at the time — it was one-thirty in the morning, but it was a Friday, well, technically now a very early Saturday morning, so I knew that most people were probably still awake. I got on my phone and called Marc. I was at his house earlier to talk to him, but it in no way led to what I’d dreamed about.

  “Hey, Vanessa! What’s up?” Marc said, as he sounded wide awake.

  “Hi, Marc. I just had a really erotic dream,” I informed him.

  He chuckled. “Oh, really? And you wanna tell me about it? Okay, I’m listening!”

  I grinned because I knew that he would be excited to hear about it. “I’m telling you about it since it was about you and me.”

  “Are you serious, Vanessa?! Uh, oh!”

  “Yeah, I said the same thing. I’m not gonna beat around the bush, Marc, you fucked me hard in this dream when I was at your house. And since I was at your house earlier today to talk, I just wanted to let you know about it, and if you were thinking about wanting to have sex with me?” I said, but I couldn’t believe I’d asked him this!

  He chuckled a little. “Vanessa, in all honesty, I have thought about what it would be like to have sex with you. I guess it’s every guy’s fantasy to see how it would be to have sex with their best friend’s girlfriend, especially one that’s as beautiful as you. But in reality, I wouldn’t do it. I didn’t do it with Lisa when she was with Brad, and now since you’re with him, I wouldn’t do it, either. I have too much respect for Brad, you, and your relationship with each other to do anything like that. I hope you don’t think I was trying to put any moves on you earlier because I wasn’t. If I looked at you earlier today like I was gonna try something and made you feel uncomfortable, I’m very sorry and I really mean that.”

  I smiled. “I know you do, Marc. It’s just that I’ve been so on edge with everything and so paranoid about John and everything. I guess I had some curiosities about you because of you being Brad’s best friend as well but like you said, I, too, have too much respect for you and Brad being best friends. I mean, I couldn’t imagine if I found out that Brad was having sex with Ava, but I know that wouldn’t happen.”

  “I know it wouldn’t because he said he wouldn’t do anything like that to you. He has too much respect for your friendship with her like how you have it for Brad and me. We all have sexual fantasies about people that we more than likely would never get together with — it’s only natural, Vanessa — and it’s okay that you had them about me. I’m not gonna tell Brad about it.”

  I smiled as I breathed a sigh of relief. “I know you’re not going to.”

  We sat in silence for a second, and it felt very awkward.

  “So, just between us, I don’t mind hearing about it some more,” he said.

  My eyes got big. I wasn’t expecting for him to wanna hear it more in detail! “Um, Marc, I would kind of feel embarrassed talking about it in detail.”

  “No one’s listening on my end, as I’m sure no one’s listening on yours.”

  I sat in silence for a few seconds to see if anyone was, even though this was my own private landline. “No, no one is.”

  “Well, I’m listening if you wanna tell me more about it,” he said, as pulled off his underwear, climbed into bed, and prepared to please himself.

  I took a deep breath. “Well, we started out just talking like what we were doing earlier today up in your bedroom, you know, like when you showed me where Natalie’s phone was at in your drawer?”

  “Yeah, I remember.”

  “Well, then we got on the subject about you convincing Brad to stay with me when he was about to end it with me for cheating on him with John, and by the way, I can’t thank you enough for that.”

  He smiled. “No problem.”

  “But I was telling you that you would find a girlfriend someday that fits what you’re looking for. We just stared at each other and smiled, and then you leaned down towards me and embraced me. You put your head on my neck and moved it back and forth from there to my shoulders, but you weren’t kissing me; you were just telling me how good I smelled.”

  He smiled as he nodded. “You did smell good, Vanessa. I wanted to tell you that today, but I didn’t want you to think that I was trying to hit on you.”

  “Thanks, Marc. It would’ve been okay if you told me that I did.”

  “So, what happened after that?”

  “I told you that I had to go and walked towards your door, but you called my name and asked me if I was as curious about you as you were about me.”

  He grinned big. “And what did you say?”

  “I didn’t have a chance to say anything because before I could, you had closed the door and was fucking me from behind all up against the inside of your bedroom door.”

  “Damn . . . ,” he said, as he began to move his hand slowly back and forth on his hot spot. “Tell me more, baby.”

  “You were going so fast, Marc; it was over so fast. I turned around and realized that you weren’t wearing a condom. We agreed that we would keep what we did a secret. I started screaming about the fact that I was tired of secrets, and then I woke up.”

  He sat on his bed as he breathed slightly heavy while he still continued to please himself. “Did I fuck you from the front?”

  I couldn’t believe that he was asking this since I’d just told him that I woke up after he fucked me from behind. “No, Marc, you didn’t. That was all we did.”

  “Are you laying down on your bed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take off your underwear and open up your legs; I wanna fuck you from the front, okay?” he said as he breathed heavy.

  I gasped! I couldn’t believe that he’d said this! “Marc, stop talking like this! Please!”

  “C’mon on, baby, do this for me, please! Pretend like it’s still a dream.”

  An unexplainable feeling took over me, and I did exactly what he said. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  “Play with that hot spot for me and pretend that it’s me.”

  I began touching myself as I moaned with pleasure.

  “Oh, shit, Vanessa! You sound so good! You’re gonna make me wanna fuck you for real! I wanna make that hot spot even hotter, so rub it good for me . . . that’s my tongue, baby.”

  I did what he said, and as I did, I began to moan a little louder.

  “Are you about to cum, baby?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I am,” I said, as I continued to do what he’d said, and let out a loud, pleasing sound as I started to.

  “Damn, Vanessa! You sound so fuckin’ good, baby. We’re fucking for real tomorrow,” he said, and then abruptly hung up!

  I sat straight up! “Hello?” I said, but all I heard was a dial tone. I quickly hung up the phone, and then picked it back up and dialed his number again. I let it ring many times — but he didn’t answer. “Come on, Marc, please answer!” After numero
us attempts, I hung up, and then began to cry. “Now I have two guys that I’m afraid of! I gotta have Brad with me all the time now!”

  Marc stared at his phone since he refused to answer it, knowing that he should have not said what he’d said. “I wanna fuck her so bad — I can’t control myself anymore. She should’ve never told me about that dream. Fuck! My best friend’s girlfriend — what the fuck is wrong with me?! She’s gonna tell him that I said this, I know it, and I can’t have that happen.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Vanessa!” Ava said.

  I was sitting at her house the next day, and told her the conversation that I had with Marc the day before. “Ava, I don’t know what came over me! I knew I shouldn’t have called him about the dream that I had, but I sure in the fuck couldn’t call Brad and tell him about it.”

  She chuckled. “That’s very true, Vanessa! But think about it, it was just phone sex. You two didn’t touch each other, so to me that’s nothing.”

  “Well, to me it is, Ava! I know that Brad would not have liked it at all that Marc was talking like that to me and I was doing everything he was telling me to do. You know Marc has a sexy fuckin’ voice, even though I don’t find him that attractive. He was just turning me on and it was obvious that I was doing the same to him.”

  “Yeah, he was probably masturbating while he was talking to you!”

  I chuckled. “Well, he made me do the same thing. Ava, I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna face Brad even though Marc and I didn’t physically do anything. But still, we talked like we were doing it. I felt him doing all of the things he was telling me to do to myself — it was almost indescribable. And I couldn’t believe it when he said that we were fucking for real today and then hung up on me! And I called him back and he refused to answer the phone!”

  “Has he called you today?”

  “No, he hasn’t.”

  “Well, maybe he thought about what he said and knew that it was wrong to say it. I think he really respects the fact that you and Brad are together like the way I do. I think he just took full advantage of you telling him about a dream that you had of the two of you getting it on and he wanted to try and take it further. I don’t think he’s gonna call you about wanting to have sex for real — he probably said that as he was in the heat of pleasing himself — I think he’s over it.”