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It's a lovely Saturday. I walk into Scoops Ahoy, seeing Robin at the counter. "Buckley!" Robin looks up at me from the counter where Erica Sinclair and her friends get free samples.
"Munson!" I walk up to the counter. Erica looks up at me. "Beat it," I say. She rolls her eyes, "No way, you blue-haired freak!" Her friend from behind her whispers, "Erica!" She turns around. "Just the facts!" she shrugs. I give her a look that sends her and her minions walking away.
"How's the day, Rob?" I question. She sighs. "Lots of kids, a few cringe couples, and an old man that hit on me. How about you?" I laugh. "Same as usual, Robin. B-o-r-i-n-g. Boring." She nods, understanding.
"I'll have the Mango Passion Fruit Gelato, two scoops," I decide. Robin gets to scooping, and she sets the bowl in front of me. "$2.00, y/n," she finishes.
"Steve here?" I ask. She nods. "He's in the back with Dustin." I walk around the counter and push open the door with one arm. "Hey, Steve! Hey. Dustin," I greet them. Dustin waves. "Hi, y/n!"
Steve stands up and hugs me. "Hey, y/n!" he cheered. He was always so happy to see me, and I truly hoped he didn't have a thing for me. "How's your day going, Harrington?" I asked.
He shrugs. "Not too much, y/n. How about yourself?" I smile, answering with a short, "Eh." He nods. Dustin speaks again. "Sit down, y/n! Can you teach Steve and me how to make friendship bracelets?" I smile. "Of course, Dustin!"
I sit down on the floor next to Dustin. Steve sits on the couch. He sighs. I pick up the thread. "Alright so to start you want to take these pieces and pull them over the others in the shape of a four. Then, you pull them through this loop from the back. Repeat. And this kind..."
***Time skip brought by "THIS IS MUSIC!!!"***
"Bye, Y/n!" I smile. "Bye, Dustin! Be safe!" He leaves Scoops Ahoy with a grin. "Hey, do you want to hang out?" Steve questioned. "Uh... sure, Steve," I respond quietly. Steve walks to me, sitting down, gesturing that I do the same. I sit about a foot away. "So..." Steve says. I nod.
"I like you, y/n!" Steve hesitates, "A lot." I suck in a breath. God, why did I say I'd stay? "Steve... We... I... It's not that I don't like you, I do! But... I have... issues. I don't want to hurt you like I've been hurt."
Steve puts his head in his hands. "Y/n, you're not gonna hurt me!" I huff. "You don't know that, Steve! Look, I'm serious! Friends, Harrington. F. R. I. E. N. D. S. I don't want to screw this up." Steve looks at me.
"Just... can I do something? Do you trust me?" I look at him. "Yeah, you can. I trust you..." Steve sits his hand on my upper thigh. "Just tell me if I'm doing too much. And don't tell me to stop just because you think you'll hurt me."
"But-" Steve presses his lips against mine. I freeze. I gently kiss back. I'm so scared I'll mess it up. As he kisses me, his hand rubs up and down my thigh. Suddenly, he stops. "Come here." I tilt my head. He picks me up and sits me on his lap. My eyes widen.
"Trust me?" He asked. I nod quickly. He starts to rub his hands up and down my back, slipping them onto my ass. "Be good for me, okay?" Steve whispers in my ear. I nod. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down. Then, he pulls down my underwear.
He pushes two fingers into me slowly. "Mmm," I moan. He presses against my g-spot almost instantly, his other hand moving to my clit, rubbing painfully slow circles. "Come on, Steve. You're the one that wanted to do this..." I immediately freeze as he rams his fingers into me faster, assaulting my clit.
"That what you wanted, y/n?" I groan. "What a slut. This all you want, huh?" I breathe heavy. He continues to pound his fingers into me. "I'm gonna-" Before I could finish my sentence, his fingers pulled out and off of me.
"What the fuck." He pushes me off of him, taking his jeans and boxers down. "Sit." I stand up and sit down on his thighs. "Not there..."
Part two?