Problem

Part 8

Addison was waiting outside the locker room after the football team was finished cleaning up from practice. She continuously shot glares at the other boys as they passed her. Each of them obviously nervous as they went. Her face hard with warning, until Zed walked out.

They locked eyes and Zed beamed with a smile. Her shoulders seemed to relax and her face softened when she saw he was alright.

"Hey!" He greeted when he was a little closer.

"Hey, Football Star. I don't see any new bruises." She commented, reaching a hand up to grip his chin and check each side of his face. He chuckled, pulling out of her grasp.

"Yeah, I think they...respect me? Or something? I don't know. But practice went great!" He said excitedly. They began walking home and he told her all about practice with animated enthusiasm. Addison couldn't help but smile from his dramatic arm movements as he demonstrated. "I just felt like we made a breakthrough! Ya know?" He turned to her with excitement lighting his features. She giggled and raised a brow at him.

"I'm glad you have a budding bromance with all your football buddies." She teased. Zed laughed and raked his hand through his hair. The way the setting sun light shone on his tan skin, his happy carefree smile upturned towards the sky, his toned bicep flexed from messing with his hair opening up towards her for a perfect view of his fit muscles and chest.

'Fuuuck.' She thought as her body reacted to the sight before her.

Suddenly, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss her. He choked on a breath as he made a surprised yelp. But he ultimately kissed her back. In the middle of the sidewalk. On the sidewalk. Close to their houses. Zed's brain was starting to catch up. He pulled back, slightly out of breath, giving Addison a shy, nervous smile.

"Maybe, this isn't the best spot for this." He offered. She blushed from how insanely cute he was, along with his incredibly hot body that ignited things in her own. Both of which made her so helplessly attracted to him.

"Yeah. You're right. Don't want a patrol officer to see us and report back to my dad." She joked in a flat tone. He worried for a second that he'd upset her. But then she looked up at him. His breath hitched. He could see so much behind her eyes. Hope, desperation, lust.

"Can I," she paused, gauging his expression, "come over tonight?" He gulped and nodded without hesitation, even if he was still nervous about furthering their sexual experience. The smile that spread across her face made his heart swell.

Who was he kidding! He'd do anything if it meant she was happy.

~*~

Addison straddled his hips, their mouths ravishing each other's. Zed had his hands gripped tightly onto her bare waist. She ground her hips down against his boxers, drawing a low moan out of both of the teens.

Her heart was pounding. A tightening in her lower belly making a heat form between her legs. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked down at him in desperation.

"Please Zed." She begged softly. "I, I need you to help me. You're, making it hard to take things slow." His eyes widened. He was making it this hard for her?

"W-what can I do?" He asked, wanting to make things easier for her but at a loss of what she needed.

"Fuck me. Finger fuck me. Tongue fuck me. I don't care. Do whatever you want. Just please," she held his face in both hands, a soft and needy look all over her face, "touch me Zed."

Zed pulled her back down to capture those soft plump lips. This girl was driving him crazy. Mentally and physically.

But tonight wasn't the night.