a Loner's Guide to Conquering Perverted Beauties

Mia's POV --------------------------------------------

Adam closed the door behind him once I was inside.

He made sure not to close the door completely.

that would spell doom for us, since the door would become closed from the inside.

The place is quite small as you could expect, just a few square feet, four walls around us and a few lockers pressed against the dusty grey walls.

As for light, the only source of it was a small window on the top of every wall, a fact that gave the place quite a unique lighting.

Adam looked like he was in Disney wonderland. He walked around, his blue eyes gazing around the whole place.

He even stopped on one of the four corners and did a square with both of his hands, as if simulating a picture with them.

"Whatcha think?" I questioned, finding his fascination for such a simple place kind of cute

"Very unique," he said simply. However, after his eyes landed on me he frowned slightly

"I wouldn't say it's 'sexy' though"

I laughed.

Yeah, well this dirty place would be a good set piece for many things, porn was not exactly one of them

"Maybe it'll serve for some interesting pictures" I suggested, and he nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I guess"

Adam began setting up his camera, his signal for me to begin preparing as well.

Thankfully we are on the verge of summer starting, so I won't die of hypothermia while being half naked.

And yes, I said half naked.

For today's outfit, we have sexy black lingerie!!!

Wow, I remember when I bought this thing, almost a full year ago, just when I started dating Chad.

Never got to use it though, and I've grown in two certain areas after all this time, so it's kind of tight.

Better for the camera, I guess.

Adam's eyes landed on me when I was done.

He gave me a quick once over, his jaw clenching without his knowledge.

"Alright" he said after a few seconds.

He took a deep breath, entering his work state before he began taking the pictures.

Ironically, the best part of doing these photos is Adam himself. He has great self control, I'll definitely give that to him.

However, even though he doesn't realize it, it's pretty easy to see when something turns him on.

Sometimes he bites his lip to contain his inner thoughts, other times he grinds his teeth or clenches his jaw.

It's very subtle, but you start picking up on them after a short while.

After he took a few dozen photos I started getting truly naked, enjoying the way his breath hitched, the way his face grew red once my most private places became exposed for him to look at.

I still wore some heels, because I refuse to touch the floor with my bare feet.

However, something suddenly changed.

Adam stopped holding his camera out of nowhere, his eyes growing wide.

And right when I was about to ask if he was alright, I heard it too.

Voices

I froze.

Adam reacted fast, and quickly took as many of my clothes as he could in his hand and began looking around for some kind of escape.

"Shit" Adam whispered, panic clear in his rough voice

There was none, the only way out was a single door from where the voices were getting closer and closer.

He took my arm and forced me wide awake once more.

"A-adam? I whispered, but before I could utter one more word he ran up to one of the lockers and entered it, his hand forcing me inside as well.

He pressed me against his body as hard as he could, his other hand reaching out to close the closet door.

Mere seconds later, the door to the warehouse opened wide, and a flock of voices came in.

I had no view of who it was, the only thing I could see right now was Adams grey hoodie as he pressed me against him.

I knew those voices though.

It was Chad and his team friends.

What the fuck are they doing here?

Adams' both hands landed on my back and he pushed me even closer, afraid a small touch of my body against the locker's metal door would open it even slightly.

I was completely frozen. I tried moving to position myself better, however my body was not responding to me, no matter how hard I tried.

I was beginning to panic. My already quickened heart rate sped up exponentially, it became hard to breathe under his chest, and I could feel my eyes beginning to fill up with unshed tears.

Any sound from outside became unfiltered nonsense as an almost painful ringing began assaulting my ears.

Fuck.

Why, not now Mia.

"You're okay?" Adam whispered as low as he possibly could, worried about my panting, shaking self below him.

I didn't respond, I couldn't.

I'm not the best at handling stressful situations. I have never been the best one, I'm way too mentally unstable and on times like these, my body just refuses to work as I want it to.

Adam hugged me tighter when he realized what was happening. One of his hands traveled up to the back of my head and he pressed my face closer to his chest, his other hand gently caressing the bare skin of my back.

I lifted my arms and hugged him back, a desperate attempt to feel more of his soothing warmth.

I finally began regaining my senses after a couple of seconds. My painfully quick heart rate slowly went back to a tolerable state, and I was finally able to breathe normally after a few deep breaths.

Now, all I was left with was a compromising situation with Adam. However, I didn't pull back.

This situation, it was oddly... Comforting. I've never felt like this before, the warmth of someone else has never felt this good.

For a second I just closed my eyes, forgot about anything that was happening outside this locker and just zeroed in on the way Adam's warmth felt against my naked skin, the way his scent filled me up with comfort.

And just when I was starting to become comfortable on Adam's chest, the sudden mention of my name from one of Chad's friends ripped me away from my own little world.

"So Chad, you're still with mia?" He spoke, the sound of a soccer ball hitting the warehouse wall echoing throughout the place as he did

Boys sometimes come in here to play a game of soccer where the point is hitting a wall.

It's very dumb, but they seem to love it.

That was probably the reason they were here right now.

"Yeah, why?" Chad spoke after his friend

"Well, I haven't seen you with her much these past months"

Chad sighed, clearly annoyed with the topic of conversation.

"I heard he was speaking with that loser today, he'll steal her from you dude" one of his friends jokes, but Chad didn't seem to take to kindly to that expectation

"Shut the fuck up. I know that girl, she wouldn't stoop that low for someone like fucking Adam"

He's fucking insufferable. I have no idea what I saw when I first fell for him, he's nothing but an egotistical asshole.

"Besides, that bitch can't live without this dick, hahah"

An egotistical liar. Sex in general has always been a hard spot for me. I like it, but I've never been able to enjoy it, if that makes any sense.

I remember the stories he would tell before we began dating.

"I left her shaking and squirting like a water hose"

"She couldn't walk for a whole week"

"I made her cum five times"

"She begged me to keep going"

In retrospect, those were all the ramblings of a very drunk person that was trying to impress both his boys, and especially me.

It worked, and I wholeheartedly believed Chad would single handedly solve all of my sexual desires built up from years of sexual stress.

You wouldn't be able to understand my disappointment when I finally got him off his pants, and his legendary "monster cock" was average at best.

Well, did he bring the passion? The love, or anything fucking noteworthy?

Of course not, Chad treated me like a lifeless doll he used to get off, he couldn't care less about the way I was feeling.

He made no effort to find my sweet spots, no effort to make me feel comfortable, nothing.

Chad is the most incompetent sexual partner I've ever had, and that's a list full of incompetent people.

He knows it by the way, it's not like I ever pretended like many other girls do. Back when I was still in love I would try to be helpful and explain the way he could make me feel better.

He took it as a personal insult.

And yet, right now he's gossiping about a made up story in which he supposedly made me beg for him to stop after he made me cum ten times.

And by the way his dumbass friends reacted, they believed every single word of his fairy tale.

This is so fucking infuriating.

As I was deep in my mind, Adam suddenly began poking against my lower abdomen.

I looked up at him to ask him what he wanted. But instead, quite a confusing sight greeted me.

It's Adam, as you would expect, but his face is completely red and his blue eyes are looking straight at the floor.

I've never seen him this embarrassed, what happened?

Wait...

My chest was completely covering the view of whatever was poking me so I leaned back a little, just enough for a small view in between my cleavage to appear, and what I saw was a huge print in Adam's pants pressing against me.

What the fuck is that.

I tried screaming out of pure shock, but before I could do something stupid one of Adam's hands suddenly blocked my gaping mouth.

I exhaled into it, realizing my mistake before curiosity overtook me and I looked down once again.

Is that? Is that his dick?

Why the hell is it printing against his pants like that?

Why's it so hot? It's so hard against my skin aswell

I couldn't see the whole thing, I didn't have the angle to do so.

But whatever the fuck this dude has in between his pants is huge.

This is bad.

is it getting kind of hot here? But I'm completely naked, it shouldn't...

I tried leaning back further to stop it from touching me, but Adam's other hand pulled me back into him, forcing me to feel his raging erection that was pressing on my stomach even further.

The sudden, echoing sound of a metal door closing distracted me from my mind, and as soon as that happened Adam pushed me into the locker door, opening it completely.

I stumbled, somehow catching my balance while on heels.

Adam walked towards the door, his hand on the metallic handle, a desperate expression in his face.

"No, fuck!"

Chad and them closed the door behind them. We were stuck.

And yet somehow, that wasn't the thing in my mind.