By AudPixieGirl (Aud)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:
Summary: well it's basically an in-crowder, Isabel's POV. Ok I suck at
summarizing short stories so you'll have to read it.
AN: just so it's clear the song is a reflection of Isabel's thoughts about
herself not about Kyle.
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Everybody’s fool
Perfect
by nature
Icons
of self indulgence
Just
what we all need
More
lies about a world that
Never
was and never will be
Have
you no shame can’t you see me
You
know you’ve got everybody fooled
I was slowly falling asleep as the history teacher went on and on about the civil war. So boring, Liz parker was sitting writing intently in her notebook, always sitting on her ass that one, like my perfect brother. The only time they weren’t mooning over each other like little puppy dogs was when they were studying. God forbid they miss out on the exciting world of academics. I looked at Maria Deluca, she was silently laughing at a note in her hand, an evil spark in her eyes. I looked at the direction she was looking at and saw Alex Whitman grin at her with a look I never saw in his eyes, a naughty glint that suggests he is, after all, a typical teenage boy that had the capacity of being mean. Not around me, around me he was always nice and polite. It’s almost unnatural.
It
wasn’t hard to figure out what they were laughing about. Pam Troy’s
way-too-low cut pants combined with way-too-revealing pair of thongs exposed a
decent (or rather indecent) patch of her ass including the hickey her current
boyfriend of 8 days gave her. I rolled my eyes and looked around me, everyone
behind her was gawking and giggling. Disgusting. Then I saw him, he was staring
at me, not in a creepy gross “I’m undressing you with my eyes” way, but in
an “I know what you’re thinking” way. Not likely, Kyle Valenti knows what
I am but just like all the other assholes in my life he doesn’t know who I am.
An alien, a princess of a different planet, Max Evans sister, ice queen of
For Alex I was that girl he has to dream about and want despite knowing he’ll never have me because that’s just the way it is. I like him but I can’t be with him because that’s just the way it is, he pretends to try and I give him something to chase after, something unreachable. To Liz I’m Max’s sister, the girl who lives with him who talks to him who hatched with him in the middle of the desert. She cares about him only him and that’s what it comes down to in the end, Max and Liz, Liz and Max, Max, Max, Max. Maria, she doesn’t hate me I know that but to her I will always be that girl between her and what she wants most-Michael. To her I’m a character in a book that steals the love of her life.
No one seems to care what I think or what I want anymore. Not that they ever did now that I think about it but it never bothered me until now, until I started having too many faces, to many roles for too many people. And then there’s Kyle, the newest addition to the club. I wish he would stop staring at me I can feel my cheeks burning up. Why is that? Boys have looked at me before and I never cared. He smirks when I blush and I stir uncomfortably in the chair and decide to try and pay attention to the teacher. After a few minutes I look back up and he’s done the same, and I’m slightly disappointed. Why is that?
Bow
down and stare in wonder
Oh
how we love you
No
flaws when you’re pretending
But
I know she
Never
was and never will be
You
don’t know how you’ve betrayed me
And
somehow you’ve got everybody fooled
The bell rings and I go to my locker, and he’s there leaning on it lazily, his foot up against the locker, his hair is slightly ruffled and he’s wearing his football jacket. It’s zipped to the top but I know he’s wearing one of his tight white shirts underneath that accentuates his well built abs, the thought makes my knees feel like jelly and my insides to churn.
< Get a grip on yourself Isabel! > I scold myself and walk towards him and in my most indifferent tone I greet him.
“Hey Kyle.” He smirks at me and takes my bag as I put my books in the locker.
“Hey Izzy. Going home?” the way he says my name like that, like he knows something about me that no one else does, like it’s special more than just a name of an ice queen alien princess. I got mad, at him for saying my name like that and at myself for forgetting to breath when he did but mostly at that jerk off that went running through the hallway and pushed me right into Kyle’s arms, pushing me so close I could smell his musky scent. Not gross body odor, not stale beer, not jock sweatiness, not anything you’d expect of Kyle Valenti-Jock extraordinaire, but a sweet male scent almost a baby like scent-fresh and soft.
“Idiot punk. You okay?” I nodded, unable to speak as his fragrance filled my nostrils and fuzzed my head.
“Practice got cancelled so I can take you home if you want.” I considered, I had to leave the jeep to Max so he could go to work after school, my damn car was in the shop again and Alex had three more hours at school.
“Sure. Thanks.” It was weird, Kyle seemed to have ignored our existence since he came back from football camp, but he was being very friendly towards me like we’ve always known each other and always been friends. He flings my bag over his shoulder and I follow him out staring at his ass and admiring how his jeans hug it perfectly. We got into the car and drove talking about randomized subjects, including Pam Troy’s butt hickey, and it was nice like it always was with everyone, talk about other people, talk about anyone but me, lean on me people I’m a fucking pillar of sanity! But Kyle wasn’t over bearing, just chit chatting, it was almost like he refused to talk about himself, other than his super jock self that is. Before I knew it I was at home, but I was having a nice time so I invited him inside for a while, that and I didn’t feel like being alone for the next 8 hours so it’s a way to pass the time.
“Sure. Not like I have anyone waiting at home.” First glimpse into Kyle’s head, the boy beyond the mask. I smiled.
“That makes two of us then.” He smiled back at me, god he had perfect teeth, and his lips, I found myself starting to lean forward and quickly pretended I was opening my seatbelt. So it went on for another hour or so, we ate we did some homework together and continued our light conversation and stupid jokes, sitting on the floor of my room. It was nice to laugh for real, Kyle didn’t seem mildly interested if I was an alien or anything else. He only seemed to care that I was there that I was alive and that I talked to him and listened to what he had to say, and I was happy he cared what I had to say and that he thought about what I had to say seriously no matter how stupid it was, and that he told me it was stupid and I pretended to be offended but kept cracking up all the time and we’d both end up rolling on the floor for a good few minutes. So different than anything I felt before, free and happy, he was making me happy.
Can’t
find yourself lost in your lies
I
know the truth now
I
know who you are
And
I don’t love you anymore
“Thanks Izzy.” I was startled by his voice penetrating my line of thought.
“For what?” I smiled at him confused
“For just talking to me. You know not the stupid jock me or the son of the sheriff me or the boy who’s mother left him me or even the Kyle Valenti me. Thanks for talking to just plain old me me.” I almost started crying. Is that why he was staring at me today? Because he knew, because he knew how I felt and felt the same way? Then I did it. I kissed him. Not gently or softly I literally pounced him and devoured his mouth with mine needing to feel that human contact, to feel the body heat of another being, I needed it so bad I literally tore his white t-shirt off, I love that shirt!
He was surprised…understatement of the year he was shocked to the point of a heart attack at first but I guess he needed the same thing and just as bad because before long his tongue was in my mouth and his big and surprisingly soft hands were under my shirt caressing my back, fiddling around with my braw clasp for a bit before giving up and just ripping it off and letting my breasts fall into his palms, he was on his back now and I decided there were still to many cloths between us I sat up straddling his hips and took off both layers I was wearing at the same time. I heard him gasp and look with wonder at my exposed skin and felt my cheeks redden for the second time under his gaze, and then he touched me again, stroking my hips and stomach, moving up and with feather light touches running his fingers over my nipples causing my breath to catch in my throat
“Oh god.” It was no more than a whisper but when it escaped my lips I saw his eyes light up with joy, he was happy I liked it, he was happy to make me happy. I almost started crying again and I would have if it weren’t for Kyle pulling me down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it, breathy moans came from a place inside me I never knew I had and when he grazed his teeth over my nipple my stomach clenched again and the breathy moan just came out as a moan. He was starting towards my other breast but I didn’t want to take my time, I didn’t want to be pleasured not yet I needed to feel him, to know he wanted me, not alien me not ice queen me not destined for Michael me not Isabel Evans me, just me me.
I sat up straddling his hips again and started undoing his jeans and he never hesitated when he started undoing mine. When we were stripped of our cloths I got off him and lay on my back, briefly thinking how glad I was I chose a fluffy carpet over a wash wood floor, and let his awe filled gaze drink in my naked form as I did his, when his heat filled eyes rested on my forbidden area a shudder of pleasure shook my body, my muscles clenched and I couldn’t suppress the groan that bubbled up my throat. I stretched my hands forward inviting him to lay on top of me, needing to feel his weight crushing me into feeling alive, he came to me and pressed his lips against mine hard and nibbled on my lower lip.
“You taste like marshmallows.” He mumbled against my lips and I laughed, boys I’ve kissed before always said that I taste like spring breeze or the sea or some other bullshit line to try to get me to go further with them, but marshmallows? That was a first. Kyle stopped kissing me and looked down hurt.
“What’s so funny? You really do. Sort of soft and smooth and sweet with a hint of salt.” That made me laugh even more Kyle was about to protest and get up but I used the fact his mouth was half open in complaint and grabbed his head bringing him down to me and shoving my tongue as far down his throat that I could, he groaned into my mouth sending vibrations through my body and slipped a hand between our bodies cupping my aching center and inserting two of his fingers into me. I gasped at the new sensation of having someone else’s fingers inside me and unconsciously started gyrating my hips against his fingers. I was lost in a mist of pleasure nothing was real anymore except for Kyle, suddenly his fingers were gone and I whimpered, I didn’t care anymore I didn’t have to pretend to be strong or cool and composed for Kyle. Then I felt it, his warm breath against me then his lips then his tongue, first outside then inside stabbing me over and over again, I lace my fingers through his hair in attempt to push him closer my back arches of the carpet and I scream out the only thing I can clearly think of-Kyle. His name runs through my head and through my lips and I’m not sure anymore what I’m saying and what I’m thinking. Then it comes, that feeling I always hear the girls giggle about in the locker room, they were wrong I don’t feel like the world exploded into a thousand peaces I feel like a thousand new peaces got blown into my already shattered world a thousand more shards of reality and imagination a thousand new peaces for my personal puzzle.
Kyle climbs back up my body as my breath settles and my vision clears, he kisses my lips gently but I keep him there pressed to me and I lick his lips, he was right I do taste like marshmallows. I roll us over and start kissing over his chin and throat, happy that he inhales sharply when I suck on his pulse, I start tracing wet kisses down his chest, stopping only to swirl my tongue over his nipples, he groans slightly and I look up at him and he looks down at me and smiles reassuringly. I inhale his heady scent before I continue down until I reach my destination. I always thought I’d be disgusted at the sight of my first penis but I’m not, I find myself excited at the thought of touching it. So I do, I lightly stroke it at first observing Kyle’s reaction to my touch his eyes close and he bites his lower lip as if trying to stop his words from tumbling out. I decide to take a step further and grab his dick in my hand.
“Oh fuck!” I guess that’s what he was trying to keep inside. I suppress a laugh and start moving my hand up and down pumping him I guess for lack of a more elegant term, I like touching him, feeling the heat my touch makes him emit, feeling important to him because I can make him feel, knowing that he wants me to feel. His breath is heavy and he’s groaning loudly, I see a watery like liquid starting to drip from the tip of his cock and I can’t resist the urge to take him on my mouth and taste him, I carefully lick some of the pre-cum and it’s salty but not vile so I wrap my lips around his dick and I hear him hiss my name with pleasure, I start bobbing my head up and down and after about 30 seconds Kyle cries out my name and shoots his seed into my mouth. I swallow it and try to place the taste but it’s like nothing I ever tasted before, it’s my turn to crawl up to Kyle and let him taste himself on me and then we crawl together into the bed and sleep curled up in each other.
You’re
not real and you can’t save me
Somehow
now you’re everybody’s fool
When we wake up together it’s almost four hours later and my body is already calling out for him, he feels my need and pulls me close to him seizing my mouth with fierce kisses that cause my knees to tremble and the area between my thighs to ache he starts sliding his hand down my body but I stop him and tell him what I need most of all
“Kyle I need you inside me.” I know he needs it to I can see it in his eyes but I can also see hesitation, fear.
“Isabel I don’t…” I stop him
“Please Kyle just for tonight lets not ask any questions or think about everything else. I need to be with you. I need you to be with me. Please.” The last word came out as a whisper and I’m not sure if he even heard it or not but non the less he silently moves so he is on top of me and I put my arms around his neck tangling the tips of my fingers in his hair he looks into my eyes intently as he slowly pushes inside me until he reaches my barrier, the last thing that separates me from being wholly his, he leans down and softly kisses my lips as he pulls slightly back and with one thrust tears through me. His lips drown my whimper and he lifts his head to look at me and I’m crying
“Are you ok Is did I hurt you to much?” he asks worried and I shake my head no
“I just feel so…so right.” he smiles at me and kisses away my tears I start moving underneath him beckoning him to go on and he starts pulling out slightly and pushing back into me letting me get used to his body and movements, soon enough we find our joined rhythm and we start going faster and faster his name on my lips again mine on his. The whole world is spinning around me and I dig my nails into Kyle’s back holding on to the only thing I can see clearly. And then it happens, this time it wasn’t only our entangled bodies shaking with pleasure it was our entangled souls as well. My orgasm vibrated through my body gluing together all the debris of my broken life, Kyle’s warm seed now inside me filling in the gaps and holes. And I know I am his and only his forever as he is mine and it’s not an alien thing it’s an our thing and then it’s suddenly all about me and him, him and me, us.
“I love you Izzy.” He said my name like that again, like I’m special just because I’m Izzy
“I love you too Kyle.” And then I slept the first peaceful sleep I had in a long time.
