Sooner or Later... You Won't Resist Me Hi! Just a warning, this is a rated R story. It has some sexual content and mild language. I hope you like it! -Introduction- Isyss Dulay has been best friends and next door neighbors with Courtney King all her life. But along with Courtney comes her twin brother Cory, who happens to be the school's number one hottie. But Isyss doesn't like Cory and she's probably the only girl in the school who doesn't; Minus Courtney of course. Due to a little prank in class one day, Isyss and Cory find themselves in an 'I'm better than you' game. This game consists of sexual teasing, flirting, and taunting. Who will be victorious, leaving the guilty party love struck.... Feedback
*WARNING: If you're offended by sexual actions, then I'd advise you NOT continue this story. I'm telling you now to exit this story if you are, so you won't be surprised. Chapter 1 {This story is in Isyss' point of view. If I decide to change it I will state it.} I walk into this boring school, in the boring class, and sat in my boring seat. My teacher, Mr. Lane, was standing in front of the class when I walked in. "Good morning Miss Dulay. I trust you not to fall asleep in my class today?" he asked as I sat down. "I shall not tell a lie," I truthfully retorted back in a very well practiced British accent. He looked at me and gave me an amused grin and chuckled a little. Mr. Lane is a hot teacher, and when I say hot, I really mean sexy. He has sandy brown hair that covers his ears, his eyes are a golden cinnamon, and his grin is breath taking. He turned from me to greet some other student. He shook all the hands of the girls and high fived all the guys, causing his chocolate toned arm muscles to jump at each movement. Now, before anyone gets ahead of theirselves, this is not one of those teacher student love stories. I just wanted to point out how hot my teacher was. So no, I have no intention of making a move on him, and no, he doesn't have a secret affair with one of his students or something. ....at least I hope he doesn't, because his wife would be highly upset. "Isyss!!" (Pronounced ice-sis) , I hear my best friend, Courtney, yell excitedly from across the room after shaking the teacher's hand. She's been my best friend since I can remember, she lives right next door to me, so we see each other was much as we want. Yes, my name is Isyss Dulay (pronounced do-lay). I curse my parents every time I think of them naming me that. They must've been either really high or really drunk, because Isyss sounds like a stripper's name. Every time I hear someone call out to me, I get the urge to start taking my clothes off and receiving dollars...strange right? I'm average size, caramel skinned, long length wavy black hair, brown eyes, I have more back than front *wink wink*, and about 5'2 in height. Yes. I'm a shorty, and loving every minute of it. "OMG"-yeah, Courtney's one of those girls- "Guess who just smiled at me?!" she asked excitedly. By this time, she's sitting in her seat next to me, clapping her hands with a goofy grin on her face. Her jet black hair bouncing up and down against her perfectly tanned skin. I laugh at her excitement because I know who she's talking about. "Brent Daniels!" She shrieks at me. Brent Daniels is a guy that she's liked since we were in middle school, but she's never had the courage to talk to him. I keep telling her that I will for her, but she's even more scared for me to talk to him..if that makes sense? I don't know what's wrong with that chick...I guess that's why we work so well together. She's like the boy shy virgin, and I'm the school slut trying my best to get her laid; which is just an example people. She's not a virgin and I'm not the school sl*t, that's Lauren's position; and she'll literally do any and every position. I heard she did spread an eagle with Cory, Courtney's twin brother. He's an unpaid man-wh*re that's always looking for a new screw...haha, I made a funny. "Courtney!" I hear a sexy, yet irritating voice shout from across the room. Ugh, why did I have to talk him up? In comes Cory, heading towards his sister like he owns the place. The girls are gawking at him while the guys are throwing 'what's up' head nods. He too has jet black hair, but his is short, not even touching his face. He's just like his sister, has their white skin perfectly tan, which goes excellent with their dark hair. "Hey other half, what's up Isyss?" he greets us when he's finally in front of our shared table. He always called Courtney his other half, you know, since they're twins and all. Although it's a very, very, rare chance for different genders to be identical, these two are. "Cory...Cory...Cory!" Courtney bellowed at her brother, who was busy checking out some girls that just walked into the class. He was flirtatiously waving, winking, and licking his bottom lip at them when Courtney intervened. His head snapped to her. "What?" he breathed through a chuckle. Courtney rolled her eyes at his stupidity. "You came in here for a reason?" she questioned him like he was a three year old child. He rolled his lips into his mouth and thought. By that time, I got so bored, I laid my head on my forearm and on the desk, facing opposite of them, and closed my eyes. See, isn't this a shame? Class hasn't started, yet I'm already bored enough to go to sleep. "Oh! Here's your lunch money," I heard Cory say. I could just imagine him reaching into those khaki shorts of his and pulling out some money. "So who'd you screw this time, so I'll know to steer clear if she tries to befriend me just to get back into your good graces," Courtney asked her brother. He laughed. It's a shame how many girls are willing to throw themselves at him, knowing he's a womanizer that only wants to hit it and quit it. Then when he doesn't call them or talk to them afterwards, they get all heartbroken and try to be friends with Courtney, just to have a reason to go to his, well, their house. "Jasmine Stelton. God...she was so wet and tight-" "Eww! Eww! Okay! I did not ask for details!" Courtney protested, I can just imagine her covering her ears and closing her eyes, which is probably why Cory started laughing again. All of a sudden they both got quiet, and I felt a presence in front of me as well as a chair scooting. I fought my curiosity and kept my eyes closed. But then, it took over when I felt and heard light, soft breathing hitting the front of my face. I opened my eyes to find Cory, sitting next to me, laying his head on the table mimicking mine, with his eyes closed. What the hell is he doing? His face was so close, I could smell his minty breath. If I liked him, this would be like a fantasy come true, but I don't, so this is extremely awkward. "Cory, why are you next to me?" I said in a low, calm voice, almost sexual. As soon as I said that, his eyes opened slowly, showing those cinnamon brown eyes that drive the female crazy. "I'm practicing for..." he trailed off, knowing it would make me mad. He knows I hate when people don't finish their sentences. Seriously, what's the point of starting if you're too lazy to finish? I raised an eyebrow, which said 'spill it before I hurt you'. When he wiggled his eyebrows saying 'bring it on'. Gawd lee, you know you know someone too well if the two of you can communicate through eyebrow raising. "Mmmm," he moaned while licking his bottom lip. "I'm just practicing waking up with you after having the most incredible, unbelievable, breath-taking, sweat blazing, pleasurable, scream my name, most amazing sex that you've ever had." I laugh softly, this guy is funny. "Not even in your dreams," I reply back, closing my eyes again. "You know what Isyss? Sooner or later, you won't be able to resist me. You'll be dying to let me have you. You've been waiting for nearly eighteen years to get in bed with me. You're just in denial because you're friends with my sister," he explains pragmatically. See, this is why he's so funny. He thinks he can seduce me by telling me what and how I'm feeling? He must be high. Oh! I just got a great idea, two can play at the seducing game sweetheart. "You know what Cory? You're so right," I said, looking him dead in his eyes. I'm an unbelievably good liar, but I choose not to, unless it's something like this...haha. His eyes grew wide with surprise, since I've always rejected him. I could tell he wasn't prepared for this. "I've been thinking about it for a long time now. Mmm...I just want to take you home right now, and f*ck your brain out. I want to feel you inside of me, going deeper...and deeper...and deeper..." I moaned as I moved my hand up his leg, toward his front. By this time, his eyes are closed again, and he's biting his bottom lip, most likely picturing it. When my hand reaches his front, I softly felt his 'little friend' twitch with excitement. I smiled...haha...gotcha. "And when we can't go any further, I'll go down to the kitchen," -I moved my hand closer to his front- "grab a knife," -I laid my hand on top of him- "and chop your penis off! Haha! Get away from me!" I laughed as I patted his little 'friend'. His eyes popped open, and which was once flirtatious, soon turned to anger. "You know for you to be a hottie, you sure are mean," he said while looking down at his pants, noticing that his 'friend' was almost too excited. I laughed again, "And don't you forget it." When he calmed his 'friend' down by closing his eyes and mumbling things about granny panties, he stood up and looked down at me. He had a sexy smirk on his face. And yes, I said sexy. I'm not going to lie, Cory is sexy as hell, but if you've known him for as long as I do, the butterflies in your stomach slowly shrivel up and die. "What?" I ask suspiciously while looking up at him. "I like this position of ours," he stated. At first I was confused, until I noticed that my head was at the height of his 'friend'. I pointed a finger to my mouth and gagged. "Yeah, keep practicing so you'll be a professional when you're ready for me," he advised with a wink. Before I could argue back, he ran out of the room. Ugh! See what I mean? I turned around to face... Air? Where's Courtney? I spotted her near Mr. Lane chatting. I motioned her to come back. "When did you leave?" I asked when she sat down. She looked disgusted. "As soon as he said, 'you know what Isyss?', I knew that was my cue," she mimicked his voice. I laughed and shook my head. She knows her brother so well. "So you're still spending the night at my house this weekend? Right?" she asked. Hope in her eyes. See, her parents are gone for the weekend, and she doesn't want to be stuck with her brother with no parental supervision. He tends to do weird stuff when they're gone. Last time he called two sl*tty girls over, Lauren and Jessica, to do you know what. I honestly thought he was murdering them by how much they screamed, and that's just half of it. So... Here's my dilemma, I know Cory's going to try to get me back for almost making him hard in class if I spend a night. Should I risk it for my best friend? "Yeah, of course." -- What do you guys think? Feedback and Criticism is welcome. Thank you! xx, Reagan.