The usual disclaimer applies.
An insight into what the boys think:
I watched on with envious sapphire-blue eyes as he held her close to him, occasionally running his fingers across the silky skin of her bare arm or whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I angrily gulped down the remainder of my beer and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Tomorrow I had an incredibly hectic schedule and even the slightest effect of a hangover would ruin my day, but at the moment, it was either to get wasted or completely embarrass myself in front of everyone.
I could feel the adrenaline start to rush and believe me, I wanted nothing more but to go up to Richard Grayson and beat the living shit out of him for having her on his arm. Now you might be thinking: all of this over a girl? But Korina Anders is not just any ordinary girl. She is the most beautiful twenty-two-year-old to ever walk the earth. A goddess in flesh. Everything had been fine up until this point.
When I was younger, Richard and I were best friends. We were so similar; we thought that nothing could ever tear us apart. We had the looks, the brains, the bodies, and that driving need to be the best. For several years, our friendship was seen as a friendly competition. Due to the fact that we both had incredibly rich and powerful fathers, we lived on Olive Street, who everyone knows is the most expensive an prestigious place to live in the whole of Gotham. And I can imagine that everything would have stayed the same if she hadn't come come along. During the summer before sophomore year, Korina Anders moved onto Olive Street, and being the same age as my younger-by-three-years half-sister, they immediately became best friends. Richard and I watched her grow and developed beside my sister, the lingering thoughts of her beauty remaining dormant until our Senior year, when Kori began attending our high school as a freshman. Then, our thoughts about her changed from nice to naughty. Her beaming smiles toward us went from friendly to flirty, and at swimming parties, she had Richard and I running to the bathroom--we'll just say that she made us excited; very, very excited. She became the topic of almost all our private conversations, and the main character in all of our wet dreams. Despite being surrounded by tons of beautiful women, we finally succumbed to her irresistible charm. And from that point on, nothing was the same.
She was the person everyone wanted and who everyone wanted to be. Ever since I first met her, I thought she was gorgeous but unfortunately, so did Richard. She became involved with our group of friends and from then on, it was all a battle of who could win her over the fastest.
But with less than a year left to woo her before Richard and I went off to college, the outcome would have everything to do with destiny. But no matter how much we want things, sometimes fate doesn't go our way, and it seemed like God was on Richard's side this time. In her senior year, he and Korina got together. As you can guess, I was pissed. I knew what he would do to her. That was one of the times I wish I had never met Richard. After around fifteen years of being best friends, I knew every single little thing he would do to her on their first date with incredible detail, down to every last caress.
That night I couldn't sleep knowing that he was touching her and kissing her. In my mind, I was the one who was supposed to be covered in sweat on top of her, taking her virginity. But as I came back into reality, I remembered that it wasn't me who did those things; it was Richard.
The year after that, Korina left for college and I haven't seen her until now. And to add even more to my discomfort, she is back on Richard's arm. If only she knew all of the things he had done behind her back; all of the dirty whores he fucked, then maybe she wouldn't be so happy to see him again.
I continued watching her until finally she turned my way and caught my gaze. I smirked in my oh-so-irresistible way and watched as she smiled back. It wasn't until she tugged on Richard's arm and whispered something to him while pointing in my direction that I realized they were coming this way. Shit, I had to get out of there fast before I did something so whacked out it wouldn't even be funny.
"Xavier Red, where the fuck do you think you're going?" Rachel Roth, my younger half-sister asked me as I tried to make a dash for the exit of the club we young rich kids were currently partying in.
Rachel was what you would call "irresistibly fuckable" with her mysterious, alluring ways that worked like black magic. And I can almost guarantee that if we didn't have the same mother, I would have done her by now.
"I don't know why the hell you do this to me, Xavier, but I'm telling you right now, I will not be left here alone again with that piece of trash you call a girlfriend!"
I sighed. She did have a point. Catharine Moth or "Kitty" as she like to be called, was the most obnoxious, fake, blonde...thing on the planet, but at least the sex was good. Rachel loathed her with a passion, but then again, she loathed everything that had anything to do with pink, fluffy, and girly. I really didn't mind Kitten's pinkness though, especially since most of the time I was with her, she didn't have anything on at all.
"Listen Rae, right now I don't have time to explain, but--"
Her amethyst eyes suddenly widened and she let out the most excited/girly squeal I have ever heard coming from her mouth. "Oh My God! Kori!" she said as she ran and embraced Korina, which was something very rare for her to do, but hell, if I hadn't seen my best friend in over four years, I'd be bouncing for joy too.
"X..." I heard her say as I turned my back to them.
Fuck, I was too slow.
I calmly took a deep breath and prayed I wouldn't do something drastic as I turned to face her. "Hey," I half whispered/half said. My mind was lost. Before, she had been hot, but now she was just...breathtaking.
She giggled a little, rolling her aqua-green eyes at me in a playful manner, "Xavier Red, is that any way to welcome home one of your best friends?" She giggled again, clearly enjoying herself as she playfully scolded me. I couldn't remember; had she always been this flirty? She finally stopped and just looked at me for a few seconds before stepping up and flinging her arms around my neck and burring her head into my neck, my unruly brown hair tickling her face.
I was frozen. I couldn't move. When had hugging a girl become this hard for me? I mean, really, I had fucked tons of women in my twenty-five years, and now I'm reduced to this coward who can't even hug his long-gone best friend? Maybe it was all of the awkwardness in hugging her while my best friend, who just happened to be her boyfriend, stood just a few feet away, carefully eyeing us and making sure we didn't get too close for comfort. Or was it that I was just scarred of getting attached and once again having to watch as she was taken away from me? I don't know what it was, but something in my brain clicked that moment and I wrapped my strong arms around her thin waist, taking in her trademark scent of J'adore by Dior. I smiled in remembrance: after she had taken a photo shoot for the perfume, they gave her one for free, and she loved the scent so much that ever since then, that was how you could identify her. And she wasn't the only one who loved it on her. It was so sensual, seductive, and completely brought out the royal sex kitten in her. It was just like this moment: the lights dimmed and the blasting music fading away as I became lost in her emerald orbs. She closed her eyes, leaning in closer, her lips in a sexy pout. I leaned in a little closer and...
More giggling as I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me with a funny expression on her face. "Are you okay? You seemed to have dazed off or something."
I gave a sheepish grin, "yeah, I think the alcohol must be getting to my head."
"And speaking of your head," she said, taking a lock of my hair and twirling it around her slim finger, "you grew out your hair! I love it, really. It makes you look sexy," she purred, and for once I was glad that the dim lights hid my tinted cheeks. Since when did I blush whenever I was complimented by a girl? Wait, does saying that I'm incredibly sexy and that my dick is huge count as a compliment? Because if it does, then I receive many, many compliments.
I smiled, thinking back on my many triumphs. Wait, is that what she was? Another triumph? Another mountain waiting to be conquered? No, she was so much more than that. But still that thought lingered in my mind. Is that why I am so fixated on her? Whenever I climbed up and was almost to the top, she pushed me off, or I would lose my footing and fall. Was that it? The reason I couldn't get her out of my mind was because I felt that there was a need to conquer? To triumph? She is the one girl I can't have, and it kills me. (A/N: that line was re-phrased, but it originally came from the movie Cruel Intentions :) She was my passion; my desire; the fire burning in my groin-- wait, what!
Oh God, this was no time for an erection.
"Uh, I gotta go...somewhere," I spat out, trying my best to maintain calm and hide my bulge from her.
"Great," she said, "I'll come with you--"
"No!" I almost screamed, "I, uh, have to go to the bathroom."
God, was that the best excuse I could come up with? Thankfully she understood and nodded her beautiful head, loosening her arms and letting me go.
I gave a quick nod and a nervous smile and dashed around the corner, stopping when I felt that I was out of sight. I slowly inched back to the corner, stopping short when I heard Richard begin to talk to her.
"He was acting so odd," she said, and I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was concerned.
"Xavier can never keep his pants together; they're always loose," Richard replied, clearly pissed that her attentions were directed toward me.
She moaned in understanding, but there was something different about the way she did it. Back in high school, I remember being at a party. The hallway was crowded beyond belief and people were bumping into each other all the time. I was making my way over to the restrooms, ready to purge and save myself from a hangover, when suddenly I was pushed from behind and right into Kori. She fell back against the wall and I was pushed up against her. My groin rammed into her lower region and, not expectantly, she moaned. It was a lustful moan, leading me on to believe that all she wanted was for me to fuck her senseless, but like a good boy, I immediately detached myself from her and walked away, unfulfilled.
This moan was different though; it was like she knew what he felt, and she used that to her advantage. Stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him down onto the black leather sofa. He inhaled sharply as she grabbed his member through the fabric of his pants.
"You like that?" she questioned, taking his hand and putting it between her legs. He quickly got to work and began fingering her.
I panicked and sought an exit, but sadly, the only door in the room was in eye-sight of the horny pair, and they had locked it a few minutes ago. I didn't know what to do. All of a sudden the air became hot and humid, and I could feel Richard's sex drive radiating off of him like thousands of heat waves.
"Oh, baby, I'm so damn wet," Kori breathed out, leading him on to do more.
I shut my eyes tight and tried to stabilize my rugged breathing. I had to leave now. If I didn't, I knew I wouldn't make it.
I heard him unbuckle his pants and then...
Knocking was heard at the door. I exhaled in relief and amusement was evident upon my face as heard Richard struggle to pull up his pants.
"Yes?" Kori called as she opened the door.
Rachel stood at the door, a sly grin on her face, "Miss Anders, I believe you stood me up. Did you forget that we had agreed to meet up for drinks?"
Realization dawned on her and her cheeks flushed a natural soft pink, "sorry, I forgot."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and lit a cigarette, "don't worry, babe, I forgive you. Now come on, lets go!" she said anxiously.
Kori smile and took drag of Rachel's cigarette, "see you later," she called out to Richard and left, arm in arm with Rachel.
Richard followed and soon the room was once again empty. I regained my breath and sat down on the couch. Things were about to get extremely naughty. And speaking of naughty, I believe Kori is still very horny and very wet.
Perfect, because so am I...
Yay! I finally posted this up after writing for like, a month!
So here is the deal, I've been incredibly busy this summer and I'm so sorry that I haven't updated my stories, but the good news is that most of my stories should be updated by today.
Thanks to the inspiring talent of breenieweenie, I've decided to write a story in first person. Now for some time, I've been wondering how it would feel to write a story from the perspective of a boy! O.O ! But since people have already used Robin, and I wanted to be as original as possible, I decided to go with Red X.
In most stories he is always portrayed as the bad guy who only wants to fuck Starfire, but I wanted this to be different. And just like I showed you a different side of Robin in my story "Trust", I'm going to show you a different side of Red X, with all of his wit, charm, and naughty little thoughts.
So R&R, and tell me what you think, kay?