mischa barton and olivia wilde

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

Your cell phone rings, waking 你 from a peaceful sleep. 你 reluctantly climb out of 床, 床上 to find it, wrapping a sheet around 你 and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call 你 at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, 你 smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. 你 flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” 你 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,” 你 say sarcastically.
“Where...