Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 9

"Miles, it's okay." Naomi said sincerely, impressed with his heartfelt apology.

"No. It's not. I'm going to be completely honest with you," he started taking in a deep breath, "I've kinda had a thing for you since last year." he said, glancing in her direction for second before staring back straight ahead. "I kinda," he paused to chuckle, "I kinda thought that me being 'the hottest guy in school' would work in my advantage, and maybe you'd start crushing on me before I looked like a babbling fool." Naomi couldn't help but laugh. Even though he was partially right about his status working in his advantage, it was still so corny when he spoke it aloud. 

He laughed, too. "I know. I'm an idiot." he joked defeated. 

"Miles, you're being way too hard on yourself." Naomi said as she leaned up and pecked his cheek. "Don't worry, you're back on my good graces. Just don't fuck it up." she jested with a mocking pointed finger. She could tell that they were just about to approach her block as she recognized the familiar surroundings. 

"Well, this is me." she said pointing in the direction of her house. "But thank you, Miles. I realized I was probably tough on you yesterday. And I shouldn't have bombarded you with all those questions. Like you  said, I'm not your girlfriend or anything so I really had no place."

"Don't worry about it. I didn't mean much of what I said anyway. I was kinda ticked off, mostly, about you and Darryl." he said with a shrug as he offered a shy smile. "And who knows," he started as he encircled his arms around her waist, "maybe this whole 'you-not-being-my-girlfriend-thing' could change." He planted a soft and long kiss on her waiting lips. She almost felt entirely guilty as she kissed him. It was only a few hours back that she was in the same position with Darryl. Why the hell am I thinking about Darryl, now? she thought as she mentally shrugged. What Miles doesn't know won't hurt him.

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"Why don't you stay here with me, Darryl?" Tameeka purred in Darryl's ear in between soft nibbles.

"I told you, I have shit to do." Darryl protested, even though he wasn't really complaining. He and Tameeka had both ditched their last classes, and decided to run over her to her house, in the pouring rain, before her parents got home from work. They weren't in her house for long before she quickly ushered him up to her sun-colored bedroom, and sprawled herself across the pale orange canopy bed with him following in suit. He didn't know what was going on with Tameeka, with the way she was nipping at him like a hungry and possessed animal. Somehow she managed to get his pants below his shins and her thighs were bare. 

"Yea, you have to do me." she replied keenly, pushing herself off from him to slowly untie the tightly-wounded knot that rested in front of her corset-like top. His hands fingered the red and white polka-dotted fabric, helping her remove it from her bare body, revealing a soft blue bra. "You sure you wanna go?" she asked as she leaned back into him, pushing her bubbly breasts together with her sleek arms. He sat up, reaching and kissing the tops of her breasts, before capturing her lips in his.  A soft moan swelled in her throat just as something started to swell in his pants. Oh, God help me, he thought with one swift move that landed her right under him. He pressed into her squirming body, kissing and smelling at her flowery-scented slender neck, sucking and nibbling at her  plump and swollen lips and tasting and drowning in her body. He gripped her rounded hips, grinding them into his. Her hands drifted under his collar, scraping the skin of his back, pulling him onto her fiery body.

It was almost impossible to stop, but he did. He leaped off the bed with a start, pulling his clothes back in it's proper order. "Maybe, some other time." he offered, in response to her soft pout. He laughed, "Didn't you want to punish me? For sleeping with Naomi?"