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Me and angelic. : o

[[Oh, okay. I like your smile and roleplay style? xP What are you jealous of?]]

He kissed her back softly and smiled in satisfaction from the additional warmth that was now included.A mischievous grin formed on his lips after he sighed of relief that she was legal. "That's good, I'm 18 as well.. gonna be 19 in about two months," He stifled another yawn before placing his chin above her head. "How's being legal like? By the way, you were my first... " He stated happily and softly traced random lines against her stomach with his index finger.
 
[I was upset that one of my RP partners was flirting with another woman. And not with me. I don't know why. I think maybe.. not being egostical, I think I'm prettier than she is. And I'm single. And, I didn't feel attractive. Because boys don't want me. Boo. ]

"How's being legal like? By the way, you were my first... "

"It's good. I can get porn." Claire giggled, snuggling with him. She kissed him lovingly, and soon, she was out like a lamp. She used his head as a pillow, but soon, she opted for her softer, cotton pillow. She grasped the pillow, turning over, on her side and slept away from him. Well slightly away. She just did this because it was more comfortable. She slept on her side, with her back pressed up against him. Her eyes went big, wide-eyed, she was his first? Well, she was more experienced. Otherwise, the sex would have hurt like hell.
 
[[Seems like someone has a crush. I wouldn't even be partaking in these kinds of roleplays if I was taken cause I would view that as cheatingggg.]]

He chuckled lightly from her response and his lips were once again captured by hers. He kissed her back softly and smiled at the sight of her head against his chest. He watched her peacefully breath in and soon, he also drifted off to sleep embracing her tightly.

[[Scene change?]]
 
[Funny thing is, I don't have a crush. As I read more of the picture forum, it was like.. why didn't anyone say anything about my picture? And, I posted with my picture a long, long time ago. It was like, crushes over all the guys? No, I guess.. I just like being the center of attention & compliments & being treated well. You know, what every girl wants. & Scene change. Also, I have done RPs while in a relationship. But, usually, my boyfriend does it more than I do. So, I just scream & yell at him. It's so fun. So effective.]

Claire woke up at the crack of noon. She had forgotten about the figure beside her, as she walked into the shower lazily, rubbing her eyes. She closed the door, and started her daily morning shower, turning it on warm. She yawned, and hopped in, closing the curtains behind her. She was washing her hair, pouring a generous amount of her favourite strawberry and cream shampoo in her palm, lathering it in her hair, sighing. She always loved warm showers, so relaxing and soothing. She felt so clean afterwards. It was a great feeling.
 
[[That doesn't bother you at all? Why? :?: Yeah, I like attention too, but I've also mainly gotten ignored as well. Most girls pay attention to the fucking scene faggots. ]]

He squirmed and shifted in the bed as the sun's rays struck down on the bed. Afterward, he yawned and stretched, feeling great about the long sleep he had. When he stepped out of the bed, he went back to the living room, picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself up. It was a nice stay he had with the girl, but unfortunately, Luis had to leave. Overall, he had many errands to do. However, since he was such a gentleman, he would wait until she stepped out of the shower to give her a proper goodbye.
 
[It kind of does. But, I do it, he does it. Etc. And, if he watches porn, then.. this is kind of like my porn. Also, my last boyfriend, I kept telling myself, personality is more important than looks. And, I wasn't attracted to me, ie.. I couldn't get wet enough, and then.. sex was a bitch. And, then Mel gets really cranky/bitchy. So, this was my outlet back then. And now.]

Claire was surprised that he didn't join her. Dissapointed was a better word. She dried her hair as much as she could. She hated hairdryers. So much of a hassle. She tied her hair up with her favourite ivory towel, and came out, around her chest area was her pink towel tied tightly and securely to her chest and the end of it dangled past her thighs, but just barely. She smiled, and said, "Where are you going?" She frowned, looking at him all dressed. You couldn't have sex if you were dressed, could you? She patted the bed. For all Claire knew was that whatever she said went. He was her employee, and he wasn't leaving for a week. If she said jump, you asked how high. This.. this, she did not like. She frowned.
 
[[Uh... what are you talking about?]]

"I gotta get home and take care of some errands.." He said casually and was then interrupted by a vibrating sound from his pants. He quickly checked his phone, and widened at the caller ID. It was his dad and he silently cursed himself. Throughout the whole experience he had yesterday with the girl, he had forgotten that his father needed the lawnmower so he could mow their house lawn. Nevertheless, he chose to ignore the call, "And some family stuff to attend to.." He stated with a sarcastic cherry tone and smile. Afterward, he noticed her frown and he returned with an uneasy smile, "Um, so yeah.. Bye. I'll see you next Friday I suppose," He then gave her a quick hug and kiss before taking his exit.
 
[Basically, when you aren't physically attractive to your boyfriend, you tend to have other outlets for gratification. AKA, roleplaying. That's why it doesn't bother me. Usually, we both do it. We = boyfriend and I.]

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going, Mr. Fancy Pants?" Claire grabbed his wrist, and yanked him back. "Don't you get it? I'm your highest paying client. You have some responsibilities to keep up with. And if that means dropping your other chores, so what? I don't think your dad would mind if you became the sole contributer in your family, would he? It would lessen the stress, the work load." She continued, but then thought about it, knowing family and other duties were important. Still, she wasn't letting everything go. "How's this? I will let you do two errands maximum. Come back here by 7 PM, dinner time. And, that'll be your freedom. Or, whatever. And if you're late, I know how to find you." She patted his cell phone.
 
[[Why don't you date someone IRL?]]

He raised his eyebrow, a bit annoyed with the girl's attitude in the first place and just about as he was to respond, she made him a proposal that seemed reasonable. Luis didn't have any plans for the night, so he found her proposal would accommodate him fairly well. However, he was slightly at odd, yet found it amusing she was determined to have him back later tonight. "What? You're gonna become my stalker now or something?" He asked, a bit sarcastic and pried her hand away from his wrist. "Alright, I'll come back later tonight.. anything else you want, princess?" He asked, mocking her authority. Overall, Luis was looking forward to later tonight. He could only fathom how much greater it would be than yesterday.
 
[Two words. Boys suck. Bad experiences. Last boy who asked me out had a girlfriend already, and didn't tell me till after the almost sex. Rather have one night stands. :3]

Claire ignored the mocking tone he had in his usually hot voice. She said, "No, I'm not going to be your stalker. I'm going to be your owner." And continued, "Ooh, I like that, princess." She paused and thought about whether he should bring something, "Nope, just bring you and your libido. And, we're all good." She sealed the deal with a passionate kiss, pulling away abruptly, leaving him wanting more. "Bye." She smacked his ass, as she saw him take his leave, and wondered what was she going to do with the time. Maybe she would get a one night stand, and have him leave before Luis got back, and say that she already had her fill, giggling. That'd be fun.
 
[[One night stands? I'd never do that shit :/ It's so against my norms, plus you risk getting an STD through a 'stranger'.]]

"Hmph," He muttered the sound under his breath and took his leave. He attempted to hide the fact he liked how she smacked his ass, 'I'll make sure this week is the best of her life..' He spoke in his mind as he headed towards his truck. He stepped inside, turned the ignition and glanced back towards the house. 'Don't miss me too much..' He smirked and drove off.
 
[I've never had one. And, I'm just ready to boycott boys right now. Until September. I just got my acceptance into Western, the party school! [University.]]

Claire laid on the bed, flipping through a magazine tiredly. One night stand? Yeah, she forgot all about that. She wanted him, and only him. She frowned, that sounded funny even in her mind. It sounded way too.. commited, and she wasn't a long-term relationship kind of girl. She was a.. use-you-for-sex-or-money kind of girl. Yes, that was like her. She wondered why the sudden change.
 
[[Never heard of that school, I live in America and I rather not partake in any of those cliche parties of binge drinking, sex, and other stupid crap. Call me boring, but that's just not my style.]]

Later that night.

The sounds of a much more steady engine than Luis' work truck came through, approaching the driveway. He parked his Eclipse by the driveway and stepped out of the car. His appearance this time was more decent than his work attire the previous day. He had jeans of light brown color that were a bit tight around his thighs. Furthermore, he had a long sleeved white shirt with a soft black vintage t-shirt with random symbols all over it. In addition, his shoes were black vans slips ons. Lastly, he sported a new era cap hat that was tilted backwards, his hair sprung out from all over the sides of his hat.
 
[America. Pfft. No offense. I live in Canada.]

While dinner had been laid out on the china her dad rarely used, she used a match to light all the candles in their silver candleholders, putting the final touches on dinner. The lights were dimmed, as Claire smoothed out her dress. It was a strapless red dress with a slit up her thigh that stopped at her mid-thigh, grinning. She could hear the unmistakable roar of his engine, as she waited for that fateful ding-dong. Of course, she wasn't getting the door, Ella, her maid, was.
 
[[LOL CANADA. : p Why do you like those parties? They don't seem like an ideal place where you'll find 'someone'.]]

He pressed the doorbell as he arrived at the doorstep and waited patiently. Afterward, he was greeted by the house maid, "Hey Ella, the boss's daughter wanted me here tonight," He stated softly and with this, the maid lead him to the room where dinner was taking place. He gazed in amazement from the exotic scene, it was beautiful, but most important, there was Claire. However, this time, she looked more exotic than the previous time, "Hey," He spoke softly, with a slight smirk as he scanned her figure up and down, left and right, you name it.
 
[I haven't been to one! But, they look so much fun! Relax, I'm not going to Western. Other universities have offered me more money, and some are closer. I'm waiting for my number one choice to accept me. AND, LOL, USA. I would hate everything about your country if it weren't for your shops. *Glare*]

Claire smiled and kissed his cheek, "Hi there." Once he started to look at her up and down, she rolled her eyes, "Take a picture. It'll last longer." She cleared her throat, and Ella directed him to the seat across from her, nodding. "Dinner is served." James, the butler opened their silver dished, the dish was well done steak with mashed potatoes and a bit of a salad on the side. She was already digging in, trying to appear like a normal couple. Besides, she had servants all around them, but afterwards, if he was lucky, he'd get laid. She was just fine with cuddling with him, and falling asleep.
 
[[I guess they do in many people, but the atmosphere there doesn't appeal to me. I'm straight edgee so yeah.]]

He laughed following her picture comment, "I'd rather the actual person than a photo.." He murmured softly and obediently sat across her seat where he was being directed. Afterward when he saw what was for dinner, he was amazed by the food that had been cooked. He immediately began to dig in on the food, but struggled slightly to work with just using a fork and a knife. Unfortunately for Luis, he had never ate out at exotic places, preferably his main idea of eating food was with a tortilla, or just grasping the stake with his hand and taking a chunk of it into his mouth like a rabid animal, "Ai'd hafe two soy... dis food is grate.." He spoke while eating and quickly his cheeks reddened when he realized he was breaking perhaps the major rule of proper dinner ethic. He instantly swallowed his food and sweat dropped, "Sorry..." He murmured softly, a bit embarrassed now.
 
Once Claire saw the way he was eating, she began amused, and placed down her fork beside her plate, watching him. "It's okay, don't worry about it." A few moments later, she managed to get back to her food, and watched servants take their main course away to offer them a piece of cake each for dessert. She leaned her back against her chair, and began to eat quietly with him. The only sounds were the tinkling of utensils against the plates, and her leg brushing up against his "accidently." She went over to him, and "accidently" spilled some of his cake on his crotch. She bent over, kneeling now, and whispered, "Let me take care of that." She began to suck on his crotch, just the exterior of the fabric of his pants.
 
For a brief moment, Luis had been solely focused on stuffing his mouth with food. He gasped as most of the cake had been spilled accidently by Claire on his crotch. Afterward, he tilted his head wondering what she had in mind as she was kneeling down, "Take care of it?" He asked questioningly and groaned softly when his crotch was captured by her mouth, think layers of his clothing separating her from his dick. Meanwhile, Luis glanced around, feeling self conscious that the maid, butler and whoever else worked here might oversee what she was doing. He instantly pushed her head aside, "Are you crazy? There's a time and place for that..." He whispered softly with a frown.
 
Claire pouted, so much for being adventurous. She found it kind of a turn on that there was the risk, of someone, actually multiple people around them, that could catch them if they dared. Didn't he know that her dad ran the house? And when he wasn't there, she was the head of the house. If they didn't want to get kicked out on the street, then... they would keep their trap shut. She slide out from under the table, and straightened out her dress, pouting, placing her hands on her hips and plopped down on his lap. "Well, excuse me for having a little fun, you left me alone for almost a whole day!" If he mentioned anything about spending multiple days away from her.. then.. he'd be screwed.
 
After her complaints, laughter escaped Luis' lips, "Aw, I'm sorry... you could have masturbated then.. envisioning my dick inside you or something," He whispered rather casually and grinning afterward. "Besides... its too risky to do it here, maybe I can take you somewhere in my car... or fuck you in my car, I dunno," He shrugged softly, the whole topic of conversation making him smile widely. Meanwhile, he idly caressed her hair with his hand, gazing upon her beauty and admiring, "By the way, you look stunning tonight.." He stated softly.
 
Claire stared at him, after he mentioned his car, pausing for a moment to struggle with the words. How was she supposed to go into his car when she had laid out red silk sheets, rose petals, wine, and candles all around her bed? She sighed and said, "Well, that'd be nice. But, see you already contradicted yourself. The servants around us can hear you, so they would know we would be up to no good. Didn't you, James?" James nodded quickly, knowing she didn't have much patience. "Of course, my lady." She continued, "Why couldn't I just have my fun under the table?" Once he had complimented her, she grinned, "Yes, I realized that when you were looking at me up and down earlier. But, thank you. You don't look half bad yourself." She whispered the last sentence into his ear, pressing her body against his. She placed a handkerchief around his eyes, and once he was done with his food, she held his hand, leading him slowly upstairs for... dessert.
 
He widened his eyes in shock, "They did?" He cried without concern over the loudness of his voice. 'Fuck... what if one of them tells the boss?' He pondered in his mind, feeling paranoia now, but was quickly snapped out of it as she placed a handkerchief over his eyes. Afterward, he felt his hand in a firm grasp with her's and obediently followed her, only wondering where she was taking him. "What if one of them breaks the news to your father?" He asked and was now considering on leaving. If the servants could hear what he was saying, then they would most undoubtedly hear what they were going to do tonight. He even pondered the fact they might have had some cameras inside the room now, 'Shit, what if she's trying to blackmail me'? His paranoid self was evident, as his body became sweaty.
 
"Oh, relax. It's called bribery, and I've already done it. I have something on them too. I'm not stupid, darling." Claire soothed him, gently kissing his ear, and then down to his neck. She placed him on the bed, and crawled on top of him, spreading his legs out. She unzipped his pants, and went back to sucking on him through the thin fabric of his boxers, sighing happily. She pushed away strands of her hair that were covering her eyes, her head bobbing up and down. She spanked his ass, pulling his hips closer to her mouth. When he started to get sweaty, she grinned, he would get a lot more sweat on his body later.
 
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