No time for me

Chrissy

08:15 pm

I heard the ding-dong sound from downstairs as I fastened my pace to get it. Max said that he'd come around and so, I knew that he'd be at the door.

Once I opened it, I saw his back. He was on the phone. My eyes rolled as I shut the door.

Can he just give me a little of his time?

My mind rattled and I don't want to be understanding or considerate.

Three minute later, I heard the door close behind me. He gently grabbed me by the waist, pressing my butt cheeks against his boner and right now, I'm super turned on.

“Is mom home?”

He asksled kissing my neck recklessly. Like a devourer.

“Nope, she'd be back anything 9, tops!”

I moaned out as he flips me to face him. Max pressed me against the wall, kissing hungrily. I knew that I liked what he was doing, but we needed to talk about us—everything.

“Jeez Max, we gotta talk!”

“Mmm!”

He continued to kiss my neck as his hands cradled my boobs, fondling them over the white crop top that I was wearing. Suddenly, shoving up my top, my two angels pop out.

They aren't that huge, but I knew that my boobs were a perfect cup size.

Max’s his mouth grabbed one and at that point, I couldn't help it. Sucking them like a religion, caressing my torso and then my butts.

Feeling his shoot, he could piece a gitl’e garden in one go.

Deep down, I didn't want us to have sex, not anything more than the foreplay, but Max wanted sex. At the time we are supposed to talk or attempted to speak, he would shut me up with a kiss, is that good enough?

a bull ready to strike, he lifted me by the hips and landing me on the couch, kissing sides of my torso to my waistline. He stopped at my pink panties.

When he attempted to pull it down, I pulled him to kiss me instead.

I admit that I was completely wet but no, we were not going beyond playing. I told myself.

“Let me fuck you, baby... I can't wait that long...” he said under his breath and continued kissing me.

Ugh!

I pushed him away lightly while he stared at me blankly.

“What? Don't you like it?!” he asked as if he was really concerned, but he was not because his fingers are rubbing my clit ferociously and I quit trying to talk.

How can I girl like talk when that clit is being touched?

I didn't even know how to stop him because my body was responssing to every rub, while he fondled my boobs.

Stroking me with two fingers, my body was shaking while our lips clench hungrily.

When he pulled out his fingers to nuzzle his cock in me, I stopped again again.

He attempted to kiss me to keep shut, but this time, I stood firm on my decision.

Taking back his member into his briefs, he buckled up and sat next to me, staring at me blankly.

He was somewhat  and I am at myself but we needed to talk about us.

Meanwhile, I adjusted my top immediately.

“You've got a fucking problem with me or the things I'm doing?” his gaze sharp.

“No, it's not that, it's about us! Our relationship!” I let out.

“What do you mean? Chrissy, are you kidding me right now? I thought that you wanted just as much as I do?” he went off already standing.

“Yes, but not like this. You're doing just fine. It's just that you barely have time for me and you won't say why. When I try to talk now, you shut me off with a kiss or something, and you didn't even explain why you could not come around yesterday. Should I not know? At least?” I asked firmly as he looked away raking his hair roughly.

Soaked in guilt.

“I was busy and that's It.” he said as he sat back down, taking my hands into his while his face softened. “I'm so sorry Chrissy, I'm gonna make it up as soon as I get balanced with my schedules!”

He vowed.

I knew that he was deeply involved in his father's business as an only heir and school activities and all, but I felt empty like I don't even have a boyfriend.

Sometimes we went about two weeks without Max replying to my texts or calls in the name of ‘BUSY’.

I'm not stupid.

“You said that a hundred and one times, Max! Just sorry with no evident actions to prove it. I don't want to seem like I'm complaining, but you know that you're not being fair to me. I have a boyfriend, make me feel like it,”

“I'm sorry baby, I'm gonna handle everything as soon as possible and so we could do whatever...” he syole a kiss. “...you like. I missed you and—”

“Max, my mom—”

“I know! Just this...”

He kissed my lips and his hands are caressing my arms.

Before a word was added, his phone rang and he excused himself to answer it. A minute later, He returned with a pathetic look. I know what it meant, he was leaving as always.

“I gotta—”

“Don't worry, that's the door. Just close it after you are out of the house.” I said to him and make my way to the stairway.

“Chriss! Baby I promise—”

“Don't worry, Max. I'm used to it!”

I tell him again and the next thing I heard was the door slamming behind me.

He did leave. Okay.

First, I didn't know what to do and secondly, I don't know who's at fault?! Is it me or him? I feel like we are both pretending to want this relationship or maybe it's me who's pretending.

I like him, but I mostly think of Dayle, I even wished that it was Dayle and not Max while we were talking.

I laid on my back in my cozy, staring at the ceiling; everything that has happened today is playing was above me, nonstop.

My thoughts took over again.

I even heard that Dayle and Lauren were seeing each other, it hadn't even been a proper three weeks since we resumed this semester and he was seeing Lauren?

What happened to Trisha, Doreen, Stacy, and even the most recent one, Molly?

Why am I even longing for a guy who changes girls like clothes? Like a goy who cums a multiple times a day with different girls?

Just like he changes outfits and shoes, he changes his girls and the school is bound to hear the aftermath of a freaky thing that has transpired.

Interrupting my thoughts, my phone chimed as I quickly grabbed it and answer it without looking at the screen.

“Chriss!”

My best friend’s voice rings out.

“Ken Salazar!” I coolly teased.

“Yes, Horton! Did he come over?”

“You mean the guy who lies and promises a whole bunch of nonsense or the one who is attempting to care simply because he is a friend indeed—to the busy one?”

“Did you just vent to me?”

“Yeah I just did, it's not Ellen, is it?!”I scoffed, lying on my side.

“Okay, honey, whatever happened wasn't my fault. I'm gonna talk to him—”

“Why?” my face wrung with a frown.

“Because you are my friend and I don't want you hurt!” said Ken, being the solution provider to everything and anything.

“Why are you always the one to talk to him? If he cares as he says, why is he always coming over just to leave? Does that make sense? I'm tired of how Max treats me, he's even...”I stopped. Was there even a need to keep explaining things over and over? No.

“Err... Take it easy on yourself, honey. He's not gonna get away with this I promise! Um, I gotta go right now, Dad needs me, okay!” he said.

“Sure! Why not?!” I hung up and tossed the phone away. I thought that he understood what I was going through, but he had gone off too.

Well, it was not his fault after all.

Would mom not return from wherever? Damn. It's barely 9 after all and I’m lonely. I screamed in my head.

**

The next day!

I saw him again. Dayle. He was talking with Lauren in the hallway, smiling hard and I couldn't help but wished that it was me.

He pinned a hand on the locker over her head as he leansed in to kiss her on the cheek while I was planted in my spot that was just some feet away from them.

Shifting my gaze before he could catch me, I unlocked my locker and pretended to grab some textbooks that I didn't need.

My eyes shifted to him again and this time, he noticed that I'm looking; his brows tilted as I quickly looked away.

Embarrassed kid.

I could only pray that he wouldn't come for me, if not, it was over for me.

Why am I too stubborn to listen when he says that I shouldn't cross paths with him? Oh gosh! I scolded myself.

“Hey, Chriss?!”

I heard Ellen calling out.

Her locker and Ken’s were next to mine. Meanwhile, Ken was inches away from us, answering a call. Busy like Max. My bad, Ken has nothing to do with Max in this aspect.

“Ellen! What's up?” I smiled, trying to brighten up my mood at least.

“I heard what happened to you last night, Ken told me!”

“Of course, he would!” I snapped coldly and then I adjust my white sleeve and tucked my hair behind.

I locked my locker and soon, Dayle and Lauren walk past us, they exchange friendly glances with Ken.

Of course, popular kids code. I guess.

“Let's not talk about it!” I added.

“Why do you keep staring at that guy? He's no match with Max,” she blurted like I needed her opinion.

“I didn't say so. Max is a sweetheart, unlike certain people!” I sarcastically mentioned.

“I know that you are mad at Max, but he'll come around!  Eventually. He's handling a lot, too much, but he's very nice and serious with... you. He's just—”

“Seriously, I know that you understand him better, so date him if you want!” I lashed out at her and insysjtoy realized that maybe I should not have.

“I can't believe this right now, touch some grass,” she barked at me walked off angrily while my face dropped.

After Ken notices, he walked to me and asked about Ellen.

“I told her that she could date Max and she got... Mad!” I said to him, pursing my lips.

“That's a serious joke!” he admitted truthfully.

“I didn't mean it! She was saying too much like she knew Max better than I did!” I scoffed.

“Yes I think so too because Ellen likes Max as much as you do!” he nonchalantly said as a nut in my head loosed.

“What?”

It was harder to believe then just assuming it.