mischa barton and olivia wilde

آپ pull up to your house, an گھنٹہ and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t ہوم to realize آپ didn’t come straight ہوم after school. To be honest, آپ never actually went. آپ spent the دن in your lover’s arms, not moving from the بستر except for that گھنٹہ long شاور آپ took. آپ close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across آپ face as آپ think of the way she touched you. آپ blush, thinking of the way she made آپ come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time آپ didn’t have to fake your...

Your cell phone rings, waking آپ from a peaceful sleep. آپ reluctantly climb out of بستر to find it, wrapping a sheet around آپ and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call آپ at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, آپ smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. آپ flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” آپ say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” آپ say sarcastically.
“Where...