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Suddenly, I found myself on my back as he took the upper hand, hovering above me and slamming into my body. “Fuck, Wini . . . I’ve waited so long to do this to you.”
    My writhing stilled. What?
    “What do you mean?” I asked, pulled from the carnality of the moment by his shocking confession.
    “I’ve wanted you for years.” His reply came through gritted teeth. He’s  . . . what? No. No. No! This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I was here to take what I wanted—what I couldn’t have back then. I was the seducer now, and he was my toy. He wasn’t allowed to have desired me before and was certainly not allowed to speak of it if he had. He’d had so many opportunities back then. This was all for me.
    I used my force to roll us back over. When he was underneath me again, I pressed as hard as I could against him, forcing my hips down to meet his. The tightness was forming deep in my belly, readying itself for explosion. A teenage girl’s fantasy of making love with a boy she craved would be translated into a woman fucking and climaxing and squeezing around the gorgeous man’s cock—taking.
    Tony reached down to where our bodies met, touching my wet flesh as it swallowed his body, and rubbed my swollen clit. Fireworks exploded around me. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever experienced, and it was far better than my vibrator had ever produced. Perhaps it had been the years of pent-up sexual frustration, or maybe my natural attraction to him, but this climax was phenomenal.
    I was vaguely aware of my name leaving his lips over and over again as he spilled into the condom. We stilled, slowly coming down from the euphoria and bliss.
    Gingerly, I climbed off his relaxed body, and he whimpered at the loss of contact with my warmth. I was nearly lost to the orgasmic haze, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—getting the hell out of his room. Scooting off the bed, I bent to gather my clothes. My suit was wrinkled but wearable, and my right shoe was halfway under the bed.
    “Wini? Please . . .” he mumbled, trailing off incoherently and reaching out for me. “Stay. Please?” I glanced down at him. His eyes fluttered closed and his extended hand dropped to the bed.
    I rolled my eyes. Men. So tired after sex. At least it helped make the escape a bit easier. Quickly and quietly, I exited the room, marching down the long hallway and as far away from him as possible. It wasn’t a walk of shame, but of triumph. I’d won the battle.

Chapter 4
    My locker refused to open, and I was pretty sure that I was putting in the correct code. For the twelfth time, I spun the dial to the appropriate numbers—first one direction and then the other—until it came to a stop. Unfortunately, every time I attempted to lift the latch to open the darn thing, it wouldn’t budge. With a growl of frustration and tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I rested my forehead against the metal door.
    “Do you need a hand?” A cracking, squeaky, pubescent male voice registered from behind me and pulled me out of my pity-party. I spun around and came face-to-face with the cutest boy I’d ever seen. His hair was as dark as midnight, and his eyes bright blue as the noontide sky—a full day wrapped up in the world of a teenage boy. I looked him over as though I’d never seen a male before. He was about my height with the physique of an athlete. Something was drawing me to him, but I wasn’t sure what it could be.
    When I didn’t answer his question right away, he spoke up again. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” he asked. Nodding, I bit the corner of my lip and swallowed hard. Was it that obvious? Since elementary, I’d been going to the all-girls school about a mile away. I wished it wasn’t that apparent to everyone that I didn’t belong. “I had a hell of a time during my first year here, and I know these lockers can be annoying, but I think I found the trick.”
    He took a step toward me, and I scurried