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That night on the way home, Kevin pulled over in an alley. We got pretty into it too. As he slid my swimsuit bottoms off, I was immediately nervous. I couldn't help but think he was going to fuck me, but I was wrong. I moaned softly as he slid his finger inside of me. I kissed him hard on the mouth as he laid me down in the back seat, laying on top of me and pushing his finger in and out of me quickly. It was one of the best nights of my life and one of the worst. I screamed out as I gushed all over his fingers. Kevin broke the kiss and smiled down at me. "Exactly what I wanted," he revealed. I smiled nervously as he lifted himself off of me and started the ignition.

As I began sliding my swimsuit bottoms back on, I couldn't help but think that all I was to Kevin now was a sex toy. I missed the old Kevin, my Kevin. I remembered the days where he'd come over and we'd just sit and talk for hours on end about stupid things. However lately, all that he wanted to do was make out, have me touch his dick or have him touch my pussy. I wasn't sure of what to do. I didn't know how to tell him to stop. I was scared he would take offense and break up with me. I stayed in the back seat the entire way home and looked out the window, the stars helping my mind break free as their twinkling mesmerized me. 

As we pulled into my driveway, Kevin got out and opened the door for me. I smiled at him. He had always been a gentleman but I just wished that he would see that I was more than something he could play with or something he could show off to the rest of the football team. He took my hand and walked me to the door. When we stopped at the door, he pulled me in so my body was pressed hard against his and he kissed me hard and longingly on the lips. God, I thought, it's like this boy never gets enough! He held me close and whispered in my ear, "I love you." The lust practically dripped from his husky voice. I pulled away.

"I love you too sweetie," I replied, opening the door and stepping inside. "Drive safe honey." Kevin nodded and he was off. I immediately pulled out my phone and dialed Kayla's number.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to act surprised.

I giggled. "You sooo knew it was me," I assumed. "I saw that guy today."

"What guy?" Kayla asked. I couldn't tell whether she was playing dumb or if she honestly didn't know who I was talking about.

"That Bobby guy," I reminded. "The blonde guy you made out with...?"

"Oh," she said, her voice going quiet. It was so easy to tell when she was lying.

"And he said he never made out with you," I told her.

"Well...um...he was drunk and so was I so he wouldn't remember," Kayla babbled. I nodded. Yeah, I thought. I'm sure. If you were both so drunk you wouldn't remember, why do you? "Okay," I lied, making her think I believed her lie. After talking for a few minutes, we hung up and I jumped in the shower. I was singing my favorite song at the time, S.O.S. by the Jonas Brothers, and washing my hair. Once I had made sure that the horrid chlorine smell was gone and I smelled like a peach, I rinsed off and carefully stepped out of the shower. I grabbed two towels, wrapping my hair in one and my body in the other. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room and began changing when my phone rang off. The caller ID read Megan.

"Hey whore!" I giggled into the phone. "It's about time you called me."

"I know, I know. I've just been so busy with swimming and such," she bantered.

I laughed, "Meg. I was joking." I laughed again and observed myself in the mirror, wearing only my bra and panties. I was slimming down from all the swimming. Then as I listened to her babble on about her summer, I slid into a large t-shirt and sat on the chair in the corner of my room.

"So yeah," Megan continued babbling on. "I heard you've been to the pool a lot lately and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me tomorrow?"

I was confused. "Megan, you have a pool in your backyard."

She giggled, "I know but there are way more hot guys at Buchner rather than my backyard." I shook my head and laughed. She hadn't changed a bit.

"Sure," I smiled. "I'll go with."

"So how are you and Kev?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know Meg. Lately, it seems like I'm nothing more than a sex toy to him," I explained. I went on and she listened intently, reassuring me she understood and that it would all work out. After almost an hour of gushing details, she asked, "What time should  I come get you tomorrow?"

"How about around noon?" I offered.

"Alright, see you then!" We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up. I combed through my wet curly dark hair and cuddled low beneath my covers. I fell asleep and dreamed of the days when Kevin actually cared about me and not just my body.