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The heavy closet door suddenly slams shut. Devi flinches from the sound and whips around to see the door she had skillfully propped open, was now shut. Effectively locking her in the confined space with Paxton.
“Did you move the kickboards from in front of the door?”
She already knows the answer, but her panic makes it hard for her to think of anything else to say. How will they get out? She hasn’t had a chance to fix that damn door knob and it’s come back to bite her in the butt.
“Yeah, they’re the ones you’re holding.”
Devi’s heart plummets and she drops the kick boards.
“Paxton! They were holding the door open for a reason. The stupid door knob-”
In her frustration, Devi can’t finish her sentence. Paxton rushes over to the door and tries the knob a few times before giving up. He turns around with a forced smile on his face.
“Do you have your phone on you?”
Devi pats her pockets and groans, “Crap, no. I left it in the girl’s locker room.”
“And mine’s out by the pool. It’s fine. I have to meet with Coach Noble soon and when I don’t show up, he’ll come looking for me and find us.”
Devi appreciates Paxton’s level headedness despite her intuition telling her things might not work out that way. She sighs in defeat and slumps down to the floor. Paxton follows suit in a more relaxed way, sitting directly next to Devi.
She rubs her forehead in distress, trying her best not to freak out. It won’t help in a moment like this, plus it’d be really embarrassing in front of Paxton. Not that she cares what he thinks or anything.
“Hey,” he says softly, “It’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here soon.”
Paxton lays a gentle hand on Devi’s thigh and gives it a light squeeze before pulling away. The touch was brief, but the warmth from his hand lingered for a while, sending tingles up her leg where it settled between her thighs. She chooses to ignore the last part and smiles at Paxton.
“Yea, thanks for being so calm.”
“Well one of us has to be the adult here.”
The pair chuckle and Devi feels some of the tension drain from her body. She relaxes more against the rack of gym equipment. Paxton stretches his legs out in front and stretches them wide, leaving barely an inch between him and Devi.
“What if Princeton calls back though? I’ve left them so many voicemails they have to be trying to contact me by now, right?”
“Devi, I don’t know that much about college admissions and all that, but I do know what a thirsty girl looks like. You’re not coming off too well.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just being honest. It couldn’t hurt to play it a little more cool, you know? Desperation is never a good look.”
Devi sighs, “You think so?”
Paxton nods, giving Devi a small smile.
“I guess you’re right. I should relax.”
They chuckle together again, both knowing ‘relax’ and ‘Devi’ don’t really mix well.
Devi rocks back and forth slightly as she looks around the small closet.
“Well, since we’re being honest, what really happened with ASU?”
Paxton sighs and looks down at the floor in front of them, “I got there, realized no one liked me, and told myself I didn’t belong at college.”
“What? What do you mean?”
Devi pulls her legs up and turns to face Paxton. As if on instinct, Paxton turns to face her too, however, he avoids her concerned gaze. Instead, he looks past Devi and through the window. The dimming light coming in through the glass illuminates the wetness in his eyes.
“They just decided I was a loser I guess. So I left. Now everyday I’m left thinking, ‘what did you do?’”
“I guess being hot all your life turned into a disadvantage, huh?”
Paxton bursts into laughter and shakes his head, “I guess so.”
Devi smiles and lays a hand on his thigh and gives it a light squeeze like he did for her.
“Well, damn,” she sighs, “And to think I’ve been working so hard to be this cool, sexually-successful senior, all for it to possibly not mean a thing. Maybe I should glow back down before I go.”
“Yea you might- wait, did you say ‘sexually- successful’?”
Devi shrugs and looks away, somewhat embarrassed. She didn’t mean for him to latch on to that part. The last thing she wanted was to talk about her sex life with Paxton. Even if the faint throbbing between her legs said otherwise.
The smell of stale jerseys and rubber balls irritates her nose, but due to their close proximity, Paxton’s cologne breaks through the stench. It’s familiar and somewhat soothing; clean, fresh, and strong. She remembers going home after a date with him and her clothes smelling just like his cologne. Devi would fight the urge to sleep in her clothes so she’d smell him all night long. She looks down at her multicolored pants and smiles, feeling nostalgic and slightly more open.
“No, no, hold up- that Ethan kid?”
Devi laughs and refuses to answer, knowing that that was answer enough.
“No way.”
“Well, it was actually Ben first but-”
“Ben? Gross? No way.”
“It doesn’t matter! Just know, she bangs,” Devi says between her laughing.
“Damn, okay. Congrats,” Paxton says, shaking his head.
“It’s just-funny I guess. I really thought it was going to be you.”
“Why? Because you, a stranger, came up to me and asked for me to take your virginity?”
“Hey, I’m not the one that’s nuts. You said yes.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s true.”
Devi watches Paxton as he laughs and nods in agreement. She can’t help but stare at his smile. It’s always been her favorite. So bright and welcoming; it always reaches his eyes and makes the corners crinkle. It’s so contagious she can’t help but smile along. Devi’s insides flutter with happiness and that familiar sensation of warmth that settles low in her stomach.
Unfortunately, that feeling is short-lived.
Devi sighs and stares off before speaking, “You know what I think about a lot?”
Her change in tone catches Paxton’s attention and his smile instantly fades, “What?”
“What you said to me when we broke up. That we couldn’t be together until I liked myself.”
“Damn. I said that? I didn’t- that’s cold.”
“You weren’t wrong though. I was kinda manic I can admit.”
“Maybe a bit.”
The laughter comes back and the air is calm again.
“Look at this role reversal. Now I’m the cool jock and you’re a big dork.”
“Watch it, you’re still a dork.”
“At least we’re equals now.”
Paxton tilts his head slightly, like a confused puppy. It brings that faint light back to his eyes and Devi holds back the urge to sigh dreamily like a stereotypical school girl.
“Equals? No, Devi. You’re way too good for me even if you don’t see it yet.”
Devi giggles, “Shut up. That’s not true.”
She playfully pushes Paxton’s shoulder, but when she tries to pull away, Paxton grabs her wrist. He pulls her forward so there’s mere inches between them. Devi gasps softly and stares into Paxton’s eyes.
“It is, Devi. You’ve always been too good for me and I knew that. But I couldn’t stay away. Even now it’s…” Paxton’s voice trails off.
They sit in silence. Their breaths mingle in the air between them; mouths slowly inching closer to the other. Paxton lets go of Devi’s wrist and she lets her arm drop so she could grip the bottom of his shirt. Paxton cups Devi’s cheek and caresses it with his thumb. The warmth of his palm makes her sigh softly. She leans into his touch and flutters her lashes until her eyes close.
It doesn’t take long for Paxton to get the hint and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. It’s quick and hesitant, but when Devi grips his shirt tightly, he dives back in. Their lips slot together and move in perfect unison. His lips are soft and sweet against hers. She feels the wet tip of his tongue run along the seam between her lips, asking for entry. Devi parts them and allows his tongue inside. It moves languidly inside, tasting every inch of her mouth. It’s hot and rough as it rubs against her tongue. Devi moans and slips a hand underneath his shirt. She misses him; his body; his taste. Her fingers follow the divots of his muscles and dip low to the top hem of his pants.
Paxton cups the other side of Devi’s face and pulls her in closer, shoving his tongue deeper into her mouth. His fingers slide up along her scalp so they can tangle in her hair. He tugs lightly, coaxing more moans from her.
Devi is beyond overwhelmed. Not because she’s making out with her ex-boyfriend turned teacher in the closet, but because of everything else while she’s making out with her ex-boyfriend turned teacher in the closet. She never thought she’d find herself in a situation like this, no matter how hot and exciting. Her heart thumps rapidly in her chest, threatening to burst through. Her breathing is shallow and shaky and laced with weak whimpers as Paxton works over her body. Nimble fingers tugging her hair and his tongue dominating her mouth.
Yet she can’t help but think about outside the closet. Princeton is still at the forefront of her mind; it’s her dream school and the chances of her not getting in grow bigger everyday they don’t call her back. Not to mention she almost lost her best friend because of it. But being here with Paxton, feeling him against her once again, almost numbs the pain completely.
But they aren’t together. For a reason. Is this really a good idea? Sure, they’re just kissing, but it could devolve into something else based on how fast they’re moving. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad though, it was sweet seeing him train Eric. Even if he didn’t want to. Her and Paxton’s makeout sessions were always intense and stress relieving. Plus, dating him wasn’t all bad. It was actually the most fun she’s had with anyone.
Suddenly, Devi pictures Ben in her head. He’s giving her that lopsided grin she loves so much. They were good together too. He was just as serious and driven as she was, but was always able to get Devi to relax. Something she can never manage on her own. And now he’s single again. What does that mean for them? Does it mean anything at all? He has been texting her a lot more often.
Before Devi can fully lose herself in her thoughts, Paxton breaks the kiss and presses his lips to her ear.
“I need you, Devi,” he whispers.
His voice is soft and sends shivers down Devi’s spine. She nods and tugs on his shirt until it’s lifted over his head. Paxton pushes forward so Devi is on her back. He kisses along her jaw and down her neck, sucking bruises into her warmed skin. Devi instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and rolls her hips upward. She feels something hard and hot press against the crotch of her pants. Paxton groans and meets her movements with his own, grinding his cock down roughly. He pulls on her vest until it gives way and yanks her shirt up to reveal her soft stomach and frilly bra. Paxton places his face into the cleavage of her breasts and moves his face side to side.
“Motorboating? Really?” Devi asks breathlessly with a smile on her lips.
Paxton hums and licks a thick stripe from the top of one of her breasts, down between them, and then up along the other. Devi shivers and her hips buck in response. Paxton reaches behind his back to unhook Devi’s legs. He unbuttons her pants and manages to get them off from around her shoes. They end up thrown across the room in a heap. The sight makes her giggle.
“Eager?” She taunts.
Paxton grins and presses his finger against her clothed pussy. Devi gasps and pushes down against it. He pulls his finger away and holds it between them. The dim light is enough to reflect off the wetness on his finger. Devi feels her cheeks grow hot and she averts her gaze.
“Doesn’t look like I’m the only one.”
“Shut up, “ she huffs.
Paxton replaces his finger and rubs it up and down along her lips, pushing her panties further between them. The thin fabric grows wetter and warmer with each pass. Devi moans and rocks her hips in time with his movements. Her hands claw at the hard ground beside her until they ball into tight trembling fists. The friction against her clit is nice, but it isn’t enough. Tingles shoot through her system, building her orgasm slowly, and she’s getting impatient.
“P-Paxton, please,” she huffs, “I need more. I need you.”
“Oh fuck, Devi. You’re so beautiful.”
He groans and smashes their lips back together. Paxton unbuttons his pants and kicks them down to his knees. He fishes his cock from behind his boxers and smacks it against Devi’s cunt. He grips the top hem of Devi’s panties and yanks them to the side, finally exposing her sopping wet pussy. The cool air makes her shiver, but she keeps her legs wide. Paxton breaks the kiss again to look down between their bodies. He positions himself so the tip of his cock is pressed against Devi’s entrance. She rewraps her legs around his back and slides her arms around his neck.
“Are you sure?”
Paxton asks as if Devi will say anything except ‘yes’. He’s rubbing circles against her, smearing his precum and her slick into a slippery, frothy mess. Her hips continue to buck against him, urging him to slide inside her.
“Y-yes,” she moans.
Paxton pushes forward until the tip breaches her entrance.
Stars. All Devi can see are stars as Paxton dives deeper and deeper inside. Her walls clench around him tightly, both trying to suck him in deeper while aching to push him back out due to his girth. She’s forgotten how big he is. But he fits so snuggly inside of her.
Her arms tighten around his neck and pull him closer, urging him to bottom out. Paxton moans as he sinks as deep as possible. They lay there connected, allowing their bodies to adjust to the other. With a shaky breath Devi uses all of the clarity she has left to speak.
“M-move.”
Paxton doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his hips back slowly, dragging his cock along Devi’s quivering walls slowly and deliberately. She moans and writhes beneath him as each vein rubs against her most sensitive parts. Paxton keeps pulling out until the tip is the only thing resting along the rim. He snaps his hips forward, bottoming out in one swift movement. The air is knocked from Devi’s lungs; she gasps and her eyes bulge out of her skull. Paxton continues this movement, his pace increasing the wetter she gets. Devi feels wetness pooling around her ass; more slick squirts out with each thrust forward.
“P-Paxton,” she gasps.
Devi runs her hands along Paxton’s back, dragging her nails into his skin to help keep her noises at bay. Even though school was over, she couldn’t risk anyone hearing her or else they’d know exactly what was happening.
“Fuck, Devi, you’re so wet. And tight…I’ve missed this.”
Paxton fucks into Devi without a care in the world. Thrusting, moaning, and grunting; his fingers find their way back into her hair and tug until she’s a whimpering mess. The wet sounds of their bodies connecting echo loudly in the room. Schlick, schlick. It’s embarrassing but also arousing. It eggs Devi on, causing her to meet each of Paxton’s thrusts. It adds to the intensity and depth. Devi arches her back off the floor and Paxton latches onto her neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive flesh. He moves lower, catching a deep brown nipple between his lips and sucks. Sweat makes his back slick and hard to grab on to.
Devi shivers and pushes her chest up more towards his eager mouth. With so many sensations occurring at once it doesn’t take long for Devi’s orgasm to build. Warmth pools in the pit of her stomach, causing it to clench and rumble. Her noises get slightly louder and her body shakes.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” she whispers loudly.
She holds on tightly to Paxton’s shoulders and squeezes her eyes shut. He moves faster, ramming himself inside harder, and presses his lips to Devi’s ear.
“Me too,” he breathes, “I can’t wait to finally fill you up.”
Devi gasps then moans loud and long, forgetting that she’s supposed to be quiet. Her body trembles violently as her orgasm takes over. Her pussy clenches around Paxton’s cock, coaxing him to the edge as well. He joins her, his back curling over and his movements becoming erratic. Quick shallow thrusts accompany the burning heat Devi feels pouring into her body.
“M’cumming,” Paxton moans.
He keeps rutting into her, forcing his cum deep into her belly.
It takes a few moments for their bodies to finally settle down. Paxton pulls out, his cock already softening. Devi feels the warmth seeping out from between her sensitive folds. She closes her legs instinctively to keep the mess from spreading. Paxton rolls off of her and lays onto the ground beside her. He throws a hand over his face and inhales deeply to catch his breath.
Paxton and Devi lay on the floor for what feels like forever. She tries to focus on catching her breath so she doesn’t think about what just happened. This is the first time post-nut clarity has hit this hard for her. She can’t tell if Paxton is freaking as much as she is; it’d be crazy if he wasn’t though, right? They aren’t together. They haven’t been for some time and yet they just had sex in the school closet.
The weight of everything gradually starts to fall on her, making the air feel heavy and tense.
“Well, that was fun,” Devi says breathlessly in an attempt to calm the air in case Paxton felt it too.
Paxton laughs as he rolls onto his side. Devi watches as he struggles to stand up. Once he’s stable, he adjusts his pants and slips on his shirt before grabbing Devi’s pants. He hands them back to her, his eyes dropping to glance at her still exposed chest. Something she completely forgot about since her mind was elsewhere.
Devi’s hands shoot up to cover her breasts, “Hey, no more free looks.”
“Alright, my bad. I’ll give you some privacy.”
Paxton dramatically throws his hands up like he’s being held at gunpoint and makes a huge show of turning around so Devi can get dressed.
“Even though I’ve done more than just look at them,” Paxton mumbles.
Devi rolls her eyes and gets off the floor to get dressed. Despite her relaxed outward demeanor, she is beyond anxious. All of the previous worries are steadily flooding back and it’s causing her hands to shake. She manages to pull her pants and shirt on, but the clasps on her vest are giving her a hard time.
“Crap.”
Large hands suddenly come into view and push hers aside. Paxton fixes her vest then moves his hands to her shoulders. Devi keeps her head down, knowing that Paxton is staring at her with those eyes again.
“Devi. Come on. Look at me. I can hear those gears working overtime in your head.”
Devi sighs and peers up at Paxton from beneath her lashes. She hates that he knows her so well. But she also loves it. Why did things have to be so complicated?
“Don’t overthink this. I don’t have any expectations, okay? I’m sorry if you regret what we did, but I don’t.”
Before Devi can respond, the doorknob jiggles. The sound, fortunately or unfortunately, breaks them from their intimate moment. They share a panicked look before they quickly tidy up the closet and make sure their clothes are fully adjusted.
After a few more seconds of struggling, the door finally opens to Coach Noble’s surprised face.
“Paxton? Devi? What-”
“I haven’t been able to fix the doorknob!” She blurts out.
“Uh, yeah, and I was helping her put some equipment away and we got locked in.”
Coach Noble looks them up and down with narrowed eyes, but doesn’t say a word. He steps back from the door to give them enough space to exit the closet.
“Let’s talk in my office,” Coach Noble says pointedly at Paxton.
Devi gives him a small wave and scurries off in the direction of the girl’s locker room with her heart smashing against her ribs with each beat.
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Dinner was rough later that night. Devi got home with her mind swirling with questions and flashbacks of her time in the closet with Paxton. She kept zoning out while eating and her mom wouldn’t stop pestering her with questions. It got to the point where she had to say she was just worried about Princeton. It wasn’t a complete lie so she didn’t feel as bad using it as a coverup.
Devi finally gets up to her room and closes her door. With her back flush with the cool wood, she’s finally able to calm down, albeit minutely. She walks around her room as she gets ready for bed, avoiding her mirror like the plague. She didn’t get a chance to see what she looked like after leaving Paxton, but based on her family’s expressions, she couldn’t look that great.
As she puts on her pajamas, there’s a light tapping on the door.
“Devi?” Her mother calls.
“Yeah, mom?”
“I just-I want you to know that I’m proud of you. Everything you’ve ever done has brought me such joy. I know you will get into Princeton, I just wanted you to be prepared. Nothing is worse than facing a disappointment you weren’t ready for.”
Devi creeps up to the door and presses her forehead against it. She hears her mom sigh and slide her hand along the door. If Devi focuses hard enough, it’s almost like she can feel the warmth of her mother’s hand permeating through the wood.
“I love you, Devi. Goodnight.”
“I love you too, mom.”
Devi hears footsteps fading down the hallway. The door is cold once again.
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Devi lays in bed gazing up at her ceiling. She can still feel Paxton’s hands roaming over her body and his breath blowing past her ear.
She knows that she still likes him, no matter how hard she’s tried to bury those feelings. But they didn’t work out for a reason. What would change if they tried again? Nothing. So why won’t her affections fade already? Not to mention, he’s a teacher now. At her highschool. Yeah, she’s a senior on her way to graduate in the Spring, but still!
It would be nice though. Being with him again. He was always so funny and sweet, not to mention how attractive he is. Paxton has always been so supportive and knows how to keep Devi grounded. And after today, she remembers how skilled he is at making her feel good in more ways than one.
Devi sighs and turns over on her side.
Then there’s Ben. He and Margo have broken up which means he’s single again. Not that that should matter to her though. Devi doubts that Ben would want to date her again and it’s weird for her to even think that since she doesn’t want to date him either. So she has no idea why she’s even thinking about it.
Ben has always been a great friend though. He’s on the same page as her academic wise and understands the struggles she feels only affects her. Ben is hilarious, kind, and so trustworthy. He’d never keep anything from her and makes his feelings known. Ben reminds Devi of herself sometimes.
“Ugh, I hate this,” she says out loud.
“I didn’t think I was that bad.”
Devi flinches and shoots up in her bed. She looks around and sees a familiar face peering at her through her window.
“Paxton? What are you doing here?” Devi whisper hisses.
“I thought it was obvious. I came to see you.”
Paxton huffs as he lifts himself up and in through the window. He lands on the floor with a soft thud then stands up abruptly.
“Okay, but why? If my mom finds out-”
“Relax, she won’t find out. I just-I had to come talk to you.”
“It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow? You know, at school during the day?”
Paxton shakes his head and runs a hesitant hand through his hair.
“I’ve been thinking about this since we got out of the closet,” he clears his throat, “And I couldn’t sleep until I got it out.”
In her usual over-thinking way, she assumes the worst. Paxton said earlier that he doesn’t regret sleeping with her, but it’s possible he just said it for her benefit. Devi pulls her blanket up to her chest and nods for Paxton to keep going.
“Devi I-I like you. A lot. I’ve always liked you and I know that we tried dating already and it didn’t really work out, but I was dumb then. I know it sounds cliche, but it’s true. I’ve experienced a lot since then and knowing that you’ve dated other guys. Knowing that someone else has and had a chance with you drives me crazy. It was stupid, and selfish, of me to think you wouldn’t date anyone else after me, at least not until you went to college, but I truly thought it’d be you who’d come back. After seeing how much you’ve grown I thought you would come to me saying that you were finally ready for me. But after a few months and that didn’t happen, I started looking at myself. It was me that needed to grow; to realize what I had and what I’ve lost. I’m sorry, Devi. I’m sorry for hurting you with what I said when we broke up and I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
Paxton takes a deep breath and swallows.
“I’m also sorry for talking so much, but I had to get it out.”
Devi stares at Paxton, wide eyed and mouth agape. That definitely wasn’t what she expected when Paxton said he had to talk to her. She takes a few moments to mull over his words. Each one making her stomach tight and heart flutter. He has improved a lot; even going so far as to help other people improve themselves. It takes a lot of strength and courage to admit what he has in the last two minutes.
Devi gets out of bed and walks the short distance to where Paxton is standing. He looks at her with fear clear in his eyes and a nervous expression. She smiles and grabs his hand.
“I like you too, Paxton.”