#poor princess

“Shut up!” Courtney threw a soaking wet boot at him that he dodged with ease. After the incident Geoff told them they could borrow some of his clothes in his bedroom and dry off.

“You started this, if you hadn’t given me a peep show this would have never happened!” Duncan’s shirt hit the floor with a wet plop.

Courtney wrung out her hair, too angry to care that she was getting water all over Geoff’s bedroom carpet. “That wasn’t intentional.”

“Bullshit.” Courtney didn’t want to stick around any longer. She’d come to the party like she said she would and now she was soaked and shivering. The last thing she needed was an interrogation.

“I’m going home.” She was avoiding the subject but Duncan stood in front of the door and blocked her path.

“Admit you did it on purpose.”  Courtney crosser her arms and narrowed her eyes.

“Why would I do that on purpose?”

“Because you’ll do anything to win,” then he dared to add “and because you wanted me to see.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Duncan took a step closer and lowered his voice.  

“So, you’re trying to tell me that you didn’t know that I’d get caught off guard by your perfect tits and get caught up in imagining all the things I want to do to you...” Courtney swallowed and tried to keep a straight face.

“Yes...” Duncan had had enough of Courtney acting like there wasn’t something between them. Like there hadn’t been for years, something that went beyond just friends, because you don’t have this kind of tension with someone who’s just your friend.

“Whatever you say Courtney.” He bluntly ended the conversation and stepped away from the door; allowing her to leave if that’s what she really wanted.

Courtney bit her lip. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but what did it mean for them if what he said was right?

“I’ll change first, I don’t want to get sick by staying in wet clothes.” She didn’t get an answer. He was mad at her.

Courtney kept her back to him as she peeled off her shirt. Goosebumps covered her skin as it hit the air. Next she undid her jeans while trying to ignore the awkward silence that filled the room. The quicker she changed the quicker she could find Cate and leave. She tugged on her wet pants but they wouldn’t budge. Courtney tried again with no success then attempted wiggling around as she pulled to see if that helped. It didn’t.The soaked material was stuck to her skin.

Duncan had no trouble getting his own pants off and with his back to her, heard her struggling.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m stuck.” Courtney held the waistband of her jeans and jumped a bit but the force wasn’t enough to make much progress. “I’m really stuck.”

“Serves you right.” Courtney considered how uncomfortable it would be to drive home in wet pants and sighed. She didn’t have many options.

“Can you help me...”

Duncan didn’t think that he’d heard her right but then she added in a quiet “please.”

He tried to keep his composure as he turned around but immediately had to clench his jaw. He’d seen girls in bras before, he’d seen girls in nothing, but Courtney was different. He wasn’t sure if he could pull this off without staring.

As he got closer to her he could see that her hardened nipples were poking through her bra from the cold. Duncan diverted his eyes and kneeled in front of her. He took the edge of her jeans in his hands and pulled them just barely over her hips before they stopped.

“Hold on to the bedpost.” This was definitely not what he had pictured when undressing Courtney for the first time. Even so, his hands on her hips, and his face two inches away from her matching pink underwear with a that cute little bow on the front, was intoxicating all the same.

Despite his strength, the curve of her hips and bottom, along with the wet denim, was what was making this so difficult.

“Can I?” Duncan gestured to the back of her jeans. Courtney nodded hesitantly and placed her other hand on his shoulder for leverage.

There was no way for him to do this without touching her in someway, and he wanted to so badly. Ever since he’d realized he had feelings for her, he thought about doing just this. As he worked the material down her body, his knuckles brushed against the sides of her bottom leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. Duncan wanted so badly to reach forward to kiss her stomach but knew his boundaries.

He tugged rather roughly to shake himself of his temptations, and the material finally pooled at her ankles.

Courtney expected to do the rest herself, but Duncan gestured for her to sit on the bed. It was hard to breath when Duncan gently slid each pant leg over her feet, even harder because he was so concentrated on his task. When he was done he looked up at her from where he was on the floor to find that she had been closely watching. She shivered when he caught her gaze.

“Cold?” Courtney nodded, although the cold was the last thing on her mind. They were half naked and all she could think about was how she should be nervous, and she was, but mostly she just wanted him closer. The silence was only making the tension worse.

“I think I got the full High School party experience. I drank, I made a fool out of myself, I’m surprised I didn’t puke...” She joked lightly. “Overall, I checked all the boxes.”

“No, you didn’t.” Duncan corrected and Courtney tilted her head to the side. “You didn’t hook up with anyone.” He finished.

There was no smirk or sly glance, no wink or raise of his eyebrows. He only stared into her eyes openly waiting, as his handle gently caressed her knees. Courtney raised a hand to push the damp green hair out of his face and let her hand linger on his cheek. Three whole beats passed, then she kissed him.

Their kiss began softly, but that didn’t last long and soon their lips overlapped each other’s with urgency. Duncan’s tongue licked her lips and Courtney opened her mouth eagerly. When their tongues touched she gasped at the intense pleasure that hit her like a wave. She had to pull away to catch her breath and Duncan exhaled heavily.

Courtney looked between them and noticed Duncan’s proof of arousal straining against his boxers.

“Sorry...” Duncan started to retreat, worried that he’d scared her. Courtney used both hands to hold his face and keep him close then laid back on the bed and pulled him on top of her.

“Don’t hold back.” She told him and kissed his jaw.

“I don’t know if you can handle that Princess.” The mischievous light returned to his eyes.

“Try me.” Courtney followed her instincts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his body flush against her’s as their mouths met again. Duncan’s excited hands were everywhere at once. He palmed her breast through her bra with one hand and had the other underneath them to squeeze her ass.

Courtney raked her nails through his hair and down his back only pausing to gasp against his mouth when something felt good, but everything felt good. When she lifted her hips and his cock rubbed against her clit, Duncan pulled back in surprise.

He admired her flushed face and half lidded eyes, before grinding against her and watching the way her eyes rolled back. He thought he’d never seen something so mesmerizing and continued the motion just to watch her and hear her moan, knowing that it was because of him.

He would cum if he kept this up but her sounds were like a song. Then she whispered the words that he only ever dreamed of hearing.

“Make love to me.” Duncan looked for any sign that she wasn’t serious but found none. Quickly, he reached into Geoff’s nightstand where he knew he kept the condoms.

This was becoming a reality so fast.

“We don’t have to.” They had gone further in the past ten minutes than he thought in the realm of possibilities.

“I want to.”  

Just as they began to kiss again the door swung open. The senior that Duncan had been talking to earlier stared in shock at their compromising position. Then she was gone before either of them could stop her, but they could hear yelling to everyone.