Lia's POV:-

"Mom no, let her be," Luke says pushing me behind him, as if to protect me from Jane.

"Luke just let me ask her," Jane rolls her eyes. 

"What? Ask me what?" I ask, poking my head out from Luke's arm. 

"Sweetheart my Ladies Club is having a party. And we all are supposed to bring a volunteer, preferably a teenager. Heather's bringing Ivy, and I can't find anyone. Would you mind helping me out?"

"By party you mean, elegant tea thingey with posh gowns and hats?" I quiz.

"Not exactly... But I need you for just 15 minutes. Then you can leave," Jane assures me.

"No, she doesn't want to go," Luke buts in. "Mom, don't corner her. Why would Lia want to go t-"

"I'll go," I confirm. "It's 15 minutes. I could act like a lady for 15 minutes," I shrug at Luke's concerned face. 

"Lia, I love you!" Jane hugs me. "I promise, if I can I'll free you in 10 minutes."

"Mom, I am here just for the weekend," Luke groans. "It's already very little time, without you hogging my girlfriend."

"Calm down Romeo!" Jane snaps, making me bite back a laugh. "It's just 15 minutes tops. Then you both can go gallivanting again."

"Jane, do I need to buy a floral dress with cashmere sweater?" I ask, before Luke started arguing back.

"Oh no," she waves off. "Wear whatever you want," she assures going back to the kitchen. Luke would drive back every weekend he could. He had classes for four days, and one day for lab and practicals. If he was lucky and their teacher wasn't in the mood, he would let everyone go and he would stay with us for three days. Luke would spend the day with his parents, and at night we would sneak around to make up for the time apart. In simpler words, screw each other till we blacked out.

We both would talk every day. Usually it's just me chattering away and Luke urging me to keep talking. He was renting a flat along with another guy. He was senior to Luke, and according to my boyfriend rarely stayed in. So Luke was content, having a quiet place to himself. 

"Luke, I don't want to stick out like dead weed," I tell him as we go outside. "You need to help me. Jane was being polite, but you can be honest."

Luke sighs, "You are right. You can't be yourself. No boots, or metal jewellery."

"Crap."

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"Baby, you look...." Luke trails off, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes?" I urge, looking expectantly.

"You look different," he frowns. I was wearing a floral pleated skirt, with a white crop top and cream colored heels. I had straightened my hair, and limited myself to a thin bangle on the wrist. Decent and not too retro.

"Gee thanks," I say sarcastically. Luke shakes his head smiling. "You look beautiful. Like an innocent angel," he says coming closer to me. "Not like the badass devil, that exhausts me at nights," he whispers kissing my ear.

"So does that mean, after this party we'll do it like softcore porn?" I ask. "You bet," he grins. 

"Lia! You look pretty," Jane gushes, coming outside.

"So do you," I say in wonder. "I love your dress." She was wearing a dark blue wrap dress, with maroon heels.

"Thanks," she smiles, smoothening it out. "Luther got it for me," she says shyly. 

"Okay, I'm out of here," Luke mumbles. "I'll pick you up by six thirty," he says to me going inside.

We get into the car, and Jane drives us there. I give a clipped smile to the woman who greets us at the door. 

"Christ if she faked orgasms, like she faked that greeting," I mutter under my breath. 

"What honey?" Jane asks. I smile and shake my head. We are all seated at small tables with pretty vases and flowers. Ivy was at our table. I make no move to acknowledge her. She doesn't bother either. Soon the game began. It was something, where we had to sit in chairs, and our respective partner brought something to us. I didn't pay attention to the rules because, I was busy kicking myself, that why I agreed to do this shit sober.

"Oh hey, didn't see you there," Ivy greets sitting in the chair next to me.

Of course you didn't..

"Hi Ivy," I give her my best fake-smile. My mood lightens when I see Jane and another woman, boisterously laughing and chasing each other. 

At least someone's having a merry time..

"When's Luke leaving for college?"

I resist the urge to smash the wicker basket in my hand, over her head and reply, "Tomorrow morning."

"Oh that's good. I'll go on Tuesday morning," Ivy shrugs.

"Go where?" I ask distracted, as a woman wobbles past me in an overly frilled gown.

"To college," Ivy says in a duh tone.

"Oh, where did you get?" I question, adjusting the strap of my shoe.

"You know this, I got into Berkeley," she laughs. "Luke must have told you."

"Oh yes, he sure did. I just forgot," I force a laugh, looking at the shoe strap that I snapped in anger.

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Luke was leaning against the car waiting for me, when I walked out. 

"That must be one hell of a party, if you're leaving like this," he comments, watching me walk with my heels dangling in my hand. He opens the car door for me. I mutter a thank you and get in, trying not to lash out.

"My place or yours?" he asks getting in.

"Mine," I reply, looking outside.

"Did something happen?" he asks cautiously.

"Just drive," I mumble.

"Lia, you are getting me worried," Luke says following me into my room. "Did someone say something to you?"

"As a matter of fact yes," I smile turning around, dumping my shoes on the floor. "I met Ivy."

"Oh boy," he winces. "Was she mean?"

"No, she told me this little thing," I laugh. "Something very amusing." Luke raises an eyebrow.

"When were you going to tell me, she's also going to Berkeley?" I ask calmly.

"Oh that," Luke says in realization. 

"Yes Luke. That!" I snap.

"Calm down. I didn't think, it was important," he says.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I thunder. "Why did you hide something like this from me?"

"Woah, hide?" he asks surprised. "Lia, I couldn't care less where she went. And I didn't think it was worth telling."

"Yeah well sure, catch me by surprise when I find you on a date, or maybe in the bed with her!" I say, sarcasm dripping in my voice. Luke's face darkens, "What the fuck are you saying?"

"I'm saying, even though you know how I feel about her, you thought it was okay to not tell me that she goes to the same motherfucking college as you!" I have started screaming by now.

"She's in a different batch! I saw her once, and forgot all about her," he says in disbelief. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"We talk everyday, for hours Luke," I growl. "You could not even mention her?"

"Because I said, I don't care!" Luke pulls his hair. "It's not important to me," he says going out my room.

"Where are you going Pinocchio?" I yell, going after him. He stops and turns around.

"I cannot have the same damn conversation, again and again," he grits out, trying to control his growing anger. "It's tiring Natalia!"

"Don't you tell me what to do!" I scream at his back, as he leaves shutting the door. 

"Are you drunk?" 

I turn around to find Julian. "Fuck off Julie," I snap going to the fridge.

"Okay that's whiskey, and I'm not letting you drink," Julian scolds snatching the bottle from my hand. "And tell me what the fuck that was about."

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"This never gets old," I mutter, looking upto Luke's window. "I shaved my coochie for this. He better forgive me," I say to myself, climbing up to the window.

"Luke?" I say into an empty room. I sit on the window sill, as I hear the shower. 

"Hey," I greet as Luke walks out. He was drying his hair with a towel, and pauses on seeing me. He was in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.

"Haven't I told you, not to roam around all alone so late," he frowns.

Like a grown-up, I brush past that and jump into his room. "I am here to apologize."

"You finally saw sense?" he asks walking towards his cupboard.

"Yeah. After five painful smacks on the head, and a good wearing down by Julian I calmed down, and realized I was the bitch. So sorry."

"It's okay," he says leaning against the closed cupboard. We make eye-contact from across the room.

"Do you want me to go?" I ask quietly.

"Only if you want to," he replies.

"I don't want to," I say almost inaudible, going closer to him. He watches me with a guarded expression. 

"Luke, I'm sorry," I whisper, standing on my toes to be closer to his mouth.

"Will you stop getting so insecure?" he asks, tipping up my chin bringing his lips nearer teasingly.

"Probably not," I reply, guiding his hands to rest on my ass. He squeezes it, "Baby, Ivy got nothing compared to you. No girl got anything compared to you," he says lowly, kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Not even Cardi B?" I ask, my mouth drying. Luke chuckles deeply, "Nope, not even her."

"Now you are just lying," I reply running my hands up and down his chest, crunching his tshirt in my palms.

"You are perfect for me," Luke runs his tongue over my bottom lip. I bunch up his tshirt, stepping closer.

"Luke," I whisper.

"Mhmm?" he asks, our noses touching his hands stroking my hip.

"Kiss me," I put my hands around his neck. He bends his head, and presses our lips together. Luke picks me up and puts me on his bed.

"I love you," I say, between our kisses. His response is an impatient growl, and a more hungrier kiss. He removes my tshirt, sucking my nipples through the bra. I remove his shorts and tshirt. Within seconds we connect our mouths back.  

"Lia," he groans when I take hold of his dripping cock. I push him on the bed, and move downwards. "Fuck," he gulps, when he sees me hovering over his crotch. I press a kiss to each of his balls. 

"Natalia," he warns, licking his lips. I circle my tongue over the head of his cock. "Don't fucking test me right now," he pants, when I lick down his length. 

"Always so impatient," I scold, using his line against him. He laughs, suddenly gasping when I open my mouth and slide him inside as much as I can. I use my hand to jerk off the rest of him.

"Oh God.. Lia.." he groans, sitting up and holding back my hair. He places a hand over my head, feeling my head bob up and down. His hand fists in my hair, as he lets out one final moan. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Something about that action, sends a zing of lust in his eyes.

He pushes my sweatpants and panties down, and picks me up before I could react. I wrap my legs around him so I don't slide down. He uses the opportunity to free my breasts, tossing away the bra. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he mutters, sucking my nipple using the wall as support. He adjusts me and rubs himself against me. Suddenly he puts me down. "Cock sock?" I ask, watching him rush to his table. He nods opening his drawer.

"Can I put it?" I ask. He looks at me confused. I roll my eyes, "I meant, can I put it on you."  

"Really?" he asks coming near me.

"Yeah, but you'll have to teach me," I bite my lip.

"Umm.. Sure," he smiles softly, giving me the rubber. "Pinch the top... Like this," he guides my fingers. "Now you unroll it," he says gently. I go to my knees, and do my best. 

"Did I do okay?" I ask, standing up. Luke nods, looking flushed. He holds my chin, kissing my mouth open. His hands slip down, past my butt lifting me and pushing me against the wall. We both moan simultaneously, when he eases into me. 

I hold onto a shelf above my head, as he starts moving quicker and harder. "Luke.. Yes! Fuck yes!" I moan, my fingers curling into his hair. Sweat drops line his brow, his hands holding my waist in position. I close my eyes, relishing his hot skin against me. 

"Lia are you close?" he asks, his eyes getting a frantic look.

"Almost there," my reply lost in a whimper, when my clit brushes against him. He moves more violently against me, his movements becoming desperate. "Luke, I.." my eyes roll back, the pleasure raging through me.

To muffle my screams he smothers his mouth over me. With one final thrust he also lets himself go, his groan vibrating through my body. He sags against me, placing his head on the wall behind my shoulder. We stay there, waiting for the climax to wear off. 

"Your parents," I whisper later, when we settle down for sleep. 

"Too late for that," he chuckles adjusting his pillow. "Don't worry, my room is almost soundproof. Let's hope your screaming, didn't go past that."

"Damn, I do know how to set an impression." I stretch my legs, feeling deliciously sore. 

"I was not afraid today," I say looking at Luke. 

"Afraid?" he asks, turning to lie on his side.

"Yes afraid, as in we'll break up because we had a fight," I shrug. "I knew we'll be okay. I mean that's improvement right? I'm growing up," I grin proudly.

"Yes you are," Luke smiles warmly, pulling me closer to him. 

"This is good," I mumble placing my hand over his chest, feeling his heart. Our naked bodies pressed together, exchanging body heat.

"I love this," Luke whispers. "I love how easy this is. I love how comfortable this feels. I love us."

"I love us too," I grin goofily. "Why do you have to go tomorrow?" I complain against his lips.

"I don't know," he says between kisses. "I swear I don't know," he breathes, getting on top of me again.

It's going to be a good night...

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