The Crystal 3 by Jones M (uplifting books for women .txt) 📕

Ashley asked. "He just jammed his dick in you?"

I looked around to see if anyone had heard, and luckily, no one was focusing on us.

"I thought that was how it was supposed to be."

"Emery, did you tell him you were a virgin?" Ashley asked, and I paused in silence.

"Was I to tell him?"

"Oh my--"

"That explains everything," Selena and Ashley both said.

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I thought I was going to feel something. The guy kept pushing and pulling. It hurt a lot, and after a minute, he made a noise. Something between a groan and a grunt."

"WHAT?" Ashley asked. "Wait. How did you know it was a minute?"

"Umm, I was kind of counting."

"Emery!" Selena exclaimed.

"It was painful, and I wanted it to end. Then he asked me if I had finished. I had no idea what he meant, but I didn't have time to answer because he fell asleep. On. Top. Of. Me."

"Emery," Ashley spoke with a sympathetic tone in her voice.

"I quickly got off of him, got dressed and practically ran off his home. If that is what you guys go through when you have sex, then I don't want to do it."

"Emery, that was not sex," Ashley said. "That was a lazy fuck. The dude was selfish and didn't even try to make you feel good!"

"He was a horrible lay," Selena added.

"Guys, it doesn't matter. I don't mind if I didn't get to experience the pleasure of 'sex' as you would all like to put it. Can we just change the subject?"

Zane's P.O.V

It was past three in the afternoon, and I was in my classroom. The students had gone home, and I was left to enjoy my lunch before I packed up and went. In the middle of my lunch, my phone started ringing. I glanced at it, spotting Ashley's name flashing on the screen.

I found it weird that she was calling me. I didn't expect her to call me in the middle of the day.

"Hello?" I replied, only to hear Emery's voice. It took me a while to realize that she was talking to Ashley and Selena.

"Hello?" I repeated, but neither did Emery nor Ashley reply. Emery was still talking to Ashley and Selena. 

I then realized that Ashley had accidentally called me. I felt bad that I was listening to their conversation.

With a sigh, I went to end the call. However, before I did, I overheard something that I knew I shouldn't have. Selena asked Emery about her virginity. 

It was not good for me to listen in. I should have ended the call, but I was curious. I nonetheless decided to listen in.

I was shocked and sad when Emery confirmed she had lost her virginity. I wished it could have been me, but then I reminded myself I did not deserve her. That sadness, however, turned into anger when I heard about her first time. It wasn't special but with a stranger who did not even treat her right. He just came and passed out.

I was jealous and angry at the guy yet I had never met him. Emery was precious, and the guy had been a lucky bastard to even take her virginity. He did not know how lucky he was. I had been wanting to be the one to show Emery such pleasures, but the idiot ruined it for her. 

What an a-hole.

If it had been me...

No. No. I should not have thought about that. I went to focus on something else, but my mind went back to Emery.

Images of dating Emery painted my mind. I wanted to shake them off, but they quickly turned into lustful ones. I pictured how Emery would look like naked, and the image practically came to mind. Particularly, an image I hadn't forgotten, even if it was of thirteen years ago.

I had accidentally entered Emery's bathroom when she joined the band and me on our second tour, and I had seen a lot of her on that night. She had been naked, and foam had covered parts of her breasts. Her nipples were a light pink, and I found myself wishing to put them in my mouth. I would even bite and kiss her gorgeous breasts before kneading them in my hands. I would have even loved to hear her moan out in the pleasure I wanted her to feel. I pictured pistoning my hips into hers, watching her mouth open in a moan as she shouted my name, close to orgasm. I could even suck on those beautiful boobs of hers and make her come for many, many times. I even wondered how her pussy would taste...

I shook my head, hoping for the image to disappear. I looked down, noticing a huge tent in my pants. I was not allowed to think of Emery like that. She deserved better, not a person who made her life hell. I needed to stick with the plan of avoiding her.

 

Chapter 14

Emery's P.O.V

Ashley, Selena and I ended our time together later in the evening. Selena had some errands to do as the future Queen of Crystalia, and Ashley had some kind of dinner with Ethan. I had some free time left, and watching a couple of series was out of the question. I decided it was time to visit Zane.

I doubted him ignoring me was true, especially when I was told he had been busy. Ethan had told me about Zane being a music teacher, and I found myself thinking hard about it. How busy could a music teacher be? Did he even have night classes? I doubted it because Ethan added that Zane was a teacher for high school students.

That was when my doubts were cleared: Zane had really been ignoring me. I had no idea why. Nonetheless, I was determined to find out.

Ethan had given me directions to Zane's home. Minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a large house that looked like a mini hotel. It was located meters past the castle near the Joshalia forest. The outside was composed of neatly-stacked gray bricks walls and white cement plastered around the front mahogany door and windows. The windows themselves were clear and large like those of my home.

Moreover, the roof had a metallic railing that surrounded all corners. I could also spot a brick structure similar to the house's exterior with a small door. I assumed it led to the roof of the house.

I moved towards the entrance, coming to a stop at the door seconds later. I was nervous, and I wondered why. I did not know what to expect when I would ask Zane why he was avoiding me. I guess I was preparing myself for the worst. 

With a sigh, I went to knock on the door. Before I did, I realized there was a doorbell on the right. I pressed on it, hearing nothing. Normally, I would be able to hear the doorbell from outside. Maybe it was faulty. I went to press it again, but I was stopped when the door opened.

Zane's form appeared. Moreover, he was shirtless.

His torso was right in front of me, and I couldn't stop myself from looking at it. His tanned skin was mesmerizing. If I had doubts about Zane having a six-pack, those doubts had quickly perished. His abs were defined and right there for me to see. I had an urge to touch them and feel how hard they were on my fingers. What was even weirder was that I also wanted to get acquainted with his body.

Zane's arms were bare for anyone to see, and so I took a good eyeful. They had definitely gotten bigger, the muscles practically making themselves evident as he breathed. I itched to touch him. All of him. However, what made me want to lose my mind was his black boxer briefs. They were hanging low on his waist. I could spot the V that led to his groin, and I noticed a small patch of black hair near his--

Hot damn!

I gulped, wanting to fan myself. My body felt hot just from looking at Zane. 

"Emery!" Zane called out in surprise, bringing my focus back to his face. I hoped the night sky could hide the embarrassment flushing in my cheeks. "Um, I wasn't expecting you. Maybe Liam or the guys."

That explained his state of partial nudity. I didn't mind it one bit.

Zane took hold of his boxers, bringing them high as he evidently blushed. My eyes automatically glanced at the V of his hips, and I swiftly looked back up as I blushed in embarrassment. I heard Zane gulp as he shifted on his feet, noticing his abs clenching with the movement. I looked up at Zane, noticing he was scratching the back of his head as he stared at me.

My mind went back to the dare he and I did thirteen years ago. I recalled the kiss and the effect it had on me. My eyes darted to his lips, noticing they were slightly plum and pale pink.

Do not kiss him!

"Can I come in?" I asked him, trying to focus on his eyes and only his eyes. That too was a bad idea because I found myself being pulled in.

"Sure," he replied. "Just give me a moment to get dressed."

I entered the house and he closed it behind me. His arm was near my head, and I could feel the heat of his body from where I stood. Zane walked away from me, and I could see his back muscles moving as he went. My eyes drifted lower, and I saw his clothed ass.

Focus Emery!

I was already regretting coming to see him. Getting a good eyeful of Zane roused feelings that I thought I had gotten rid of. It seemed like I still had a crush on him, and I suddenly felt awful.

It couldn't happen. It just couldn't happen. I was sure Zane did not feel the same way, and so I should not pursue something that could leave me broken. 

With a shrug, I decided to focus on my surroundings. I was in a large room that had gray walls and granite floors. A couple of mahogany chairs were placed around a large wooden table. There was a window on my left that was covered with gray and black-stripped curtains.

It was then that I realized I was in a dining room.

I looked at my right, passing the wide hallway in the middle and instead paid attention to the wide space that was the kitchen. It had the same wall color as the dining room. There was a fridge positioned at a far corner with an oven opposite it. A large island was placed at the center. There were also wooden shelves that were placed near the top of the fridge.

I turned to face the hallway that Zane had recently entered. I walked through it, and after taking about five steps, I came to a stop at some kind of entertainment room that was on my left. There was a large TV that I suspected was the same size as mine. Large sofas also decorated the room. They were on opposite sides with a white maple table at the center.

I looked forward, seeing that the hallway led to what I guess were the bathrooms and other