<div class="floatleft">(http://tvsourcemagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/luke-mitchell-x04.jpg)</div>The tortured lyrics of Skillet gave him company on the ride over to Main. It wasn't too far a trip, made shorter by a penchant to tax the V12 under his modified Mustang GT. The playlist had time only to inch into the third song when he was pulling up into Celeste's driveway, but amid lip-syncing to Monster, Taylor Wells mounted one final attempt at decoding his girlfriend's message.<br/><br/>“Cramming for finals. Help me study?” A request that might seem commonplace only Celeste needing tutoring roughly equated to a shark requiring swimming lessons. Least of all from a devotee of the ‘I'm-just-happy-to-pass’ cult. Taylor perused through the conversation again, scouring her texts for an inkling of her true intentions and found nothing that betrayed anything sneaky. But he remained on guard. His sexy little study bug was also a delightfully meticulous prankster and he had enough first-hand experience of it to sense one in motion.<br/><br/>There was one incredibly simple gag that he never grew tired of reminiscing. She had lured him with a knee-wobbling array of pictures and timed the flurry to coincide with a drone of a lecture on a topic he still couldn't summon from memory. A shot of her sliding her panties aside, then one of her pinching her clit, then a devious little video of her teasing her soft, wet little pussy which ended with her hooking and wagging a forefinger at him. Daring him.<br/><br/>“Meet me by the pool now,” he had barely typed before excusing himself and haring down to the rendezvous point. He was surprised that she was already waiting, in the most disarmingly sinful bikini he had ever seen. She usually preferred to tax his imagination and give him the liberty of tearing her clothes off after luring him into a mindless rage of sexual energy. But this method had it's appeal too. He had grabbed her hair and slammed them headlong into a violent kiss. Their hands had roamed blissfully unaware of their surrounds. He was going for her top when she had breathed in his ear, “Slow down, lover. What if I had been Cassandra...”<br/><br/>His cock had jerked into torrid wakefulness, the reaction as involuntary as his growl. “You don't think I know who my girl is?” he had shot back and embellished the statement by grabbing her succulent little ass and treating her to a wildly hot spank. A scream carried her pleasure across the grounds and she trained her eyes on him, a feral gleam to them. “Would you still fuck her if you knew?”<br/><br/>Taylor was thrown, and he was forced to slip further as she snapped his lips and continued regaling him with the perverse fantasy. “Maybe you'd even want me to watch,” another damned throbbing of his cock voiced confirmation even as he struggled to cope with this new, bold, filthy side of her. “Celeste?” he had ventured when a voice behind him answered, “Yeah, baby?”<br/><br/>“Oh my God,” he leaped to one side and stared at the twins, fear clouding his eyes as he realised who had had been fondling. “Cel, I'm so sor-” he had begun when the girls broke into laughter and a fifty slid from one to the other, and even more startling was who the winner was. “Toldja he wouldn't figure it out,” Celeste had said as he pocketed her money.<br/><br/>The memory faded away as his eyes trained back on his phone again. The odd dirty talk making him grin as he sat at the mouth of the gorgeous suburban residence. The front lawn manicured to perfection and the porch swathed in shadow and light as the sun slunk low into the horizon behind it. “Alright, Cel. Let's see what you've got for me this time,” his eyes sparkled. He wasn't going to let her dupe him this time.