Temptations

Harry chuckled deeply when I finished pulling him into the girls' locker room. He probably thought I was out of my mind.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, I wasn't quite sure why I dragged him here with me.

I thought on the spot. Wasn't it obvious?

"Um, uh, you're covered in food, so, yeah; take your clothes off now. The showers are over there, in the boys' room." I hadn't realized how tawdry that sounded until I turned red and immediately covered my face.

Harry stepped closer and easily shrugged off his jacket, his shirt followed and I stared at his chest through my fingers. "Is this what you mean?"

Why do I feel like this isn't really happening to me? Harry and I were completely alone in the girls' locker room. I'm not sure what might happen but I know I personally didn't want to get caught. Yeah, but Harry, Jesus fuck. I removed my hands quickly and crossed my arms over my chest. I had food all over my face I knew it.

"After that you can go find Debbie and those girls." I said, not sure why but I confessed it aloud.

"What? What girls?"

My head turned instantly staring straight into his pinched green eyes. "The ones you were, with. Sorry. I'll go."

I moved to get away when his thick hands touched my arm. "Don't. Stay."

My eyes scaled slowly from the ground up to his eyes. "Harry…"

"Eva..."

I licked my lips, the faint taste of cherry flavored Jell-O coming into my mouth. What I really wanted to taste was him. "Just thought I should leave you alone, you know; give you privacy."

Harry laughed softly and turned my face to look at him. "I'm new, I need your help. Remember what the principal said about showing me around?"

Was he flirting with me? Shit, he fucking was.

"Yeah, she did say that. Um, yeah, well, the guys' showers are behind you. We have a washer and dryer here; you can go get your clothes clean over there." I gestured behind him.

I had nothing more to say but plenty was going through my head. Harry Styles was fucking shirtless in front of me. I could see a glimpse of the dip of his hip muscles and can't help but think how he'd feel inside me. More like pounding those hips from behind.

"Show me the showers again. Physically show me." He said that as a command making every muscle in my body tighten. My jaw tensed.

I nodded, barely able to speak and brought him to the other side of the gym lockers. We were completely alone. All I kept thinking was I hope I don't embarrass myself further. My heart was racing and I could feel my pussy getting wetter the more I was around him. Soon will come the noises. God damn it.

He paused and looked at me. A smile forming, his dimples greeting me before he started to walk away. "You should shower too."

I nodded, almost shaking up a storm, trying to back away from him without being too obvious. "T-towels are in the coach's office."

I turned around; my heart just would not stop beating like I just ran a 5k marathon. "Hey Eva." I heard. Shit, this could be either, I don't know.

I looked at him. His smirk making my heart beat faster. He better talk before I faint. "I'll meet you in the laundry room. Enjoy your shower."

With that he turned on his heel, leaving me sexually frustrated frankly. What exactly was he getting at? I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated and stepped into the girls' shower area. Boys are so fucking confusing.

I stripped off my clothes while checking around me. Coast was clear. Unless the intruder was Harry or Louis, I may make an exception. OK, right now it's Harry since the boy is no more than 20 feet from me, naked, drenched in hot water with soap covering his delectable body.

My fingers reached down until they felt the smooth skin right near my clit. I rinsed my body all over and now I was completely hot. Even my hair was smoothed out, hot and soaked.

There was no way I was going to make myself cum now. Not with Harry in close proximity to me. I painfully removed two fingers that were beginning to bury themselves in my fiery walls.

I finished rinsing the last of the soap before stepping in the towel I brought. The second towel I grabbed onto and rung out most of the water from my hair. I had this look in the morning and can pull it off again; just now I didn't have a brush. Gonna have to go with the vagabond look until I got home. I just hope De doesn't stay after school in the computer lab again.

I slipped on my panties and bra and took my food stained clothes out of the room. I didn't need to knock on the door to get Harry. I already showed him where the laundry room was. I've done my part. Ugh, but the fucker, or that sexy mother fucker bailed on me. Why the fuck does he do that the second I crave more of him? Well, if I run into him again, I don't know what I'd do. He could just be fucking around with me for all I know. I could be pranked for falling for his charms. Leading me on, typical guy behavior.

I'm being insane again. I pulled the large towel around my body tighter. What sucks is I started controlling my pleasure but I can't, I just can't.

I sighed and took my clothes over to the washer, smiling to myself. Yeah right. I am so deluded. This is all in my head. I am dreaming, if so, can I please wake up? God, if you're out there and real then please make Harry and temptation leave with him? And while you're feeling omnipotent and all, please give me the ability to shoot lightening bolts out of my fingers? The stick legs could use a good fucking zap in their bones.

I was about to load the water when-

"You came." He was close. By the wideness of my eyes he was so close I can hear the resonance in his voice. He must have been really quiet. I barely heard the door open.

I turned around, my eyes still as he came closer. My eyes dipped down to stare at him slowly from toe up. The towel clung perfectly against his beautiful hips as a few beads of water trickled down to the region I wanted to unwrap, pretending it was just for me. He cleans up real…nice. Fuck. Stop drooling.

"Wanna wash my clothes too?" He asked, almost child-like.

I lightly chuckled, holding my mouth. "You don't know how to do it?"

He shook his head and shrugged. I rolled my eyes; taking the clothes he brought getting it all started up. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. When I put our clothes inside, closed the lid, starting the wash I let out a deep breath. I didn't know what to do now. So I just kept quiet. I was in very little clothing too. I felt a little exposed and tried concealing it by pulling the hem was the towel so it covered my bare legs.

"Do I make you nervous?" I looked at him.

He was running his long fingers through his wet curls, water flowing down his chest, looking at me with curious eyes.

"No." I looked at him from the side without moving my head as my hands held the corners of the washer.

"Good, you shouldn't be."

I start giggling, now uncontrollably. Shit, I couldn't stop, my towel almost slipped but I held it in place, now even tighter. The blush returning to my cheeks.

"Now what is so funny?"

When I caught my breath he stared at me, genuine confusion across his face. "Nothing, just felt like laughing."

"I like to laugh. Life is funny sometimes. Most of the time. You know what else I like?" I looked at him and waited. "Bets."

Now it was my turn to cross my eyebrows. "What?"

He leaned his back against the dryer and crossed his arms over his chest. "I bet I could freak you like you've never been freaked before."

I clicked my tongue, feeling massive heat covering my cheeks. "If that means the same thing in England that it does here then I don't know how to respond to that."

He suddenly grabbed my hips, his hot breath smothering my face. The washer was shaking suddenly, doing that whirlwind thing. "We could get caught—"

His lips brushed mine, shushing me straight up. Good god. I was a little nervous, dear god in heaven I was shaking. His picked me up onto the washer, I allowed everything.

I felt his hand cup my warm cheek as he inched closer. I gulped before I felt his bottom lip softly caress mine, gently as if asking me permission. I couldn't take it anymore and closed the gap between us, feeling him instantly respond. The moment his lips hit mine it was like a volcanic magnet. I wanted him, more of him, my arms pulled his back closer to me until our mouths open and I tasted his tongue. Shit. Mother fucker.

I felt the washer vibrate underneath me and I really couldn't take being in this towel anymore. I was so new at this sort of thing but I didn't give a fuck. We fiercely made out as his hands came below me, touching my bare thighs until I felt him go further where it really caught my attention. I felt him touch the side of my panties, touching me in a circle. His fingers lightly drawing shapes around the wetness that seeped through. Jesus. Fuck. Quit teasing me you bastard.

"Harry…please…" I breathed. He circled a few more seconds before playing with the side of my panties.

I felt his harsh fingers slowly inch their way to my pussy. He was going to be in for a treat. I kissed him gently and another one roughly. Must have ignited him because he wasted no time and plunged his long fingers inside me, swirling around my core. I broke from the kiss and pulled my head back in a long throaty moan. I hadn't realized how loud I was until his lips went to shush it. He had so much passion in his fingers I almost couldn't take it.

"So wet. So bloody wet and tight, love. Jesus. Shit." Harry murmured in my ear.

"It's hard for me to cum you know?" I panted, grinning when he gave a combination of a groan and laugh. It sounded menacing.

I spread my legs wider, helping him out and spread my lips open for his fingers, allowing him deeper access.

"I like a challenge." He pressed his lips more fervently against mine. More like a lover would.

The washer at this point was spinning on its hinges and so was I.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he added another finger, this time pumping into me so hard my body started shaking in tune with the machine.

"Make me cum Harry." I purred and bit his shoulder that was already perspiring. God damn it, he was literally killing me.

I grabbed a fistful of his curls and pulled his face over mine, looking into his eyes before his lips crushed the fire evident on my lips that struggled to leave. I wanted it to stay. I wanted him to stay like this. Kiss me this way forever and never stop. Jesus, my first real kiss and I didn't want it to end. Not ever.

My clit reacted, oh shit, my legs; I could feel them reaching a numb state. Harry kept his fingers working their magic. He pulled them out when I suddenly came violently, putting them directly in his mouth, sucking everything I made for him. My fucking god. I kept coming, multiple times. My shocked eyes looking at what he did. No way.

My legs were still shaking when he helped me to stand after a few quiet moments. I was leaning against his body for support while he just held me. I closed my eyes, trying to relive what just happened. Can I? Can I actually go back and experience it all one more time? Not even I can make myself cum that hard, that many times at once.

I gulped. I'm not even sure if I can speak properly. I kissed his shoulder, especially the spot I bit on.

I slid down, leaning against the washer in a daze. He followed me down, pulling me to his sweat-drenched chest. I was still in my trance when a noise brought me out of it. We pulled apart, looking at each other.

"I think our clothes are ready." Harry blushed, sticking out his tongue.

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