It's my moms fault for hiring a tutor for me. And now she forbid me from seeing him, right when we finally fell in love with each other. But I'm not letting him go. On my way to school I will go see at his apartment and tell my mom that I was at a friends house. Some times she will tell me to come straight home, but I'm in high school, a senior at that. But I'm still a minor and he will defiantly go to jail. But I don't care at all. He's mine and I'm his.

My mom found us out because we weren't careful. First off my room door wasn't locked. And second my mom was home. Kyle my tutor, said that every time I get a problem right, that's how many hickeys I would get while we make love. He is sweet outside the bedroom but aggressive inside. My friends would always ask me if I had a girlfriend because of the hickeys he gave me, until I got tired of then asking and told them the truth. They were shocked at first, but that didn't change our friendship.

My mom have given me a new tutor, a girl at that. And she was my age. I kinda felt offended that she would do that. Because I felt like she wants me to hook up with this person, and that if she gives me a girl my age to tutor me, then I would forget Kyle. But it won't work.

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"Mark! Hey are you going to Jacks house?" My friend said, running up to me. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"No, but I'm telling my mom that. So back me up okay?" I asked him. Needing him to say okay, if not then I need a new reason.

"You sneaking to Kyle's house again?"

"Yeah man. So do this for me."

"Alright but you get me your new tutors numba okay?" We shook hands on it and I was on my way to Kyle's house.

When I arrived, he was outside, fixing something. I stepped out of the car and approached him.

"Hey worker." I voiced as he turned to me. He smiled and gave me a hug. "You need a bath." I laughed out.

"I've been working all day. The stupid rats chewed the bottom of my house to get in. So I was patching it back up. It's pretty big. And there was lots and lots of them that I killed and had to pull out." He pointed to the place where he fixed and the bag full of rats.

"Keep talking and I won't be feeling it. Now go take a bath. And get squeaky clean for me." I said poking his chest.

We walked in his house and he headed straight to the shower. It was a while until he finally got out. But I has a glass of cold beer and myself ready for him.

"Thank you for fixing the hole outside my house. But I don't think I have enough to pay you. Is there any other way to pay for your services?" I asked. Laying on his bed with the beer in my hand.

"Ahh, you know what I want." He told me, coming to me, taking the beer out of my hand and placed it on the dresser. Ignoring it and his full attention to me. "Go ahead and take off your clothes."

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"Alright Mark, pay attention. Your mother didn't call me to talk the whole time." My tutor said. I just rolled my eyes and started to write an answer down.

"Yes she did. How can some one teach math with out speaking?" I responded with an attitude.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Because I do. My last tutor was better than you." I saw her get her things and put it in her bag. I felt bad so I stopped her. "Wait. I'm sorry. My back is just killing me." I told her. And that was the truth. Kyle went hard on me yesterday and I just can't sit down with out the pain in my ass and back.

"Why is your back hurting?" She asked me in concern.

"Sorry it's private." I said that because mainly because I couldn't make up an excuse. And if I told her the truth I didn't want her to tell my mom. I know this time my mom is going to call the police. She gave him a warning and told him to never to see me again, so we both were lucky.

"I respect your privacy and I understand how that back pain feels. . . So I'll be out of your hair. Good bye." She opened the door to head out, and then I remembered.

"Oh! Grace! My friend has been seeing you around me. . . And I told him the relationship between us. . . So he started to have feelings for you. He is shy, so he asked me if I can ask you for your numba. . . I, I mean number." She laughed an then pulled out a pen and wrote it on the paper I was working on. "Thanks. He will be very happy."

After she left, I was finally alone in the house. And I know mom is working until late. I just stayed in my room, laying on my bed to ease the pain in my back, until I heard a knock on the door.Ugh! Who is at that door! I opened the door and my neighbor was at the door.

"Hey Mrs. Davidson, what can I do for you?" I asked her.

"Oh, your mother asked me to check on you since you've been sneaking around." She winked at me, she doesn't know the whole truth but she knows that I like guys.

"I'm not doing anything. Just in my room. Doing what good teens do." I told her, giving her a smirk.

"Alright. Well. . . Be good for your mothers sake, she's been through a lot and you know it."

"Yeah yeah I know."

She smiled and went her way back to her house, like an old woman should. She some times come over and eat dinner with us, and talk with her. Since a woman needs another woman to talk to. A son is just not enough.

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"Happy birthday Mark!" My mother yelled the week after the check up from Mrs. Davidson.

I'm finally eighteen now, and my relationship with Kyle is legal. And my mother can't tell me that I can't date him.

"Thank you mom." I said as she gave me a plate full of my favorite foods to eat in the morning.

"Oh your welcome sweetie. It's your birthday after all, and I can only hang out with you this morning then I have to go to work. So stay home, and then you can hang out with your friends in the afternoon." She rubbed my head, and pulled out clothes for me.

"Mom, I'm old enough to do it myself." I assured her.

"It's your birthday, so hurry up. I want to so something for your birthday."

I was overjoyed that she, instead of staying asleep and charging her energy before work, she instead to celebrate my birthday with me.

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After my mom left for work, I headed back out and walked a couple of blocks to get picked up by Kyle. Since people in my neighborhood talks.

"Hey are you legal age yet?" Kyle joked, as he pulled up from behind me with the passenger window down.

"Well technically I'm eighteen when the clock hits six. But yes I am." I looked at him, in clothing that was a little bit tight on me.

"So can I take you out for awhile and then after a little birthday sex?"

"Well sure my darling. I can't get pregnant and you can't go to jail. So what's the harm?" I asked, going into the car door. "So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He said, moving his two fingers and thumb across his mouth, making it look like he is zipping his mouth shut. I enjoyed the long ride. Every minute felt like an eternity.

He stopped and we were at a really fancy restaurant, where all the prissy people go. And you have to make a reservation three days early. I was really happy that he brung me to this wonderful place. And then I relies, I'm not wearing the right clothing.

"Kyle, look at how I am dress." I told him, looking down at what I am wearing.

"No worries, I've got some clothes for you to wear. It's in the back." He reached back and tugged on the hanger. I just looked at him with a gigantic smile on my face.

I put them on, telling Kyle perverted ass not to look back the whole time. He smiled and he looked at the front view mirror. I stared back with pierced eyes until he said, 'I've seen it all before.'

We walked in the restaurant with me behind him while he talked to the man about his reservations. When he was approved, another man showed us our seats. We sat near a big window, where you could see the busy streets. It was beautiful, seeing the different lights glistering in the night. Seeing all the neon colored lightings on the build boards. It was gorgeous.

We ate in peace, no loud noises, the music was peaceful, and just everyone just minding their own business. The food was amazing, just the presentation of the plate made your mouth drool. And the space in the place was spot on, it felt like each table was on their own private beach.

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"Stop Kyle, the last time we did it here we got caught and you almost went to jail." I told him, trying to convince him that we should stop and just go to his house.

He grasped both my arms and looked me in the eye. He slowly let go and opened my room door. I looked at him like he was insane! What the hell is he thinking?!

"What? You're eighteen. Why are you nervous for? I can't go to jail for suppressing my love to you, and she can't separate us." He smiled and gently glided his hand on my face. I took hold of his wrist and pressed his hand against me, feeling the warmth of his hand.

"I love you Kyle." I murmured, feeling myself jitter at my sudden words. His warm eyes just stared at me, making me unable to walk, and to feel hot. He guided me to the bed, like I was unable to find it or something.

He laid me down, topping me with his heavy body. Whispering in my ear, knowing that I dislike it. It makes me feel more weak, because I am quickly immobilize by his deep and soft voice.

Then I heard a slam of a door, and a high pitched voice coming from down stairs. "Mark! I'm back early! I'm coming up there!"

I was struggling to push Kyle off me but he wouldn't budge. "What are you doing? Get off and hide." I hardly whispered to him. But he just shrugged.

"I want her to see this. What is she going to do anyways? Call that cops?" He said to me I a nonchalant tone. I nodded hard and quickly, because that is exactly what she is going to do.

It wasn't even thirty seconds when she finally walked up those stairs was looked straight at us. "Get off of him!" She yelled, making me jump, even though I knew what was going to happen.

"Kyle get off me." I told him again. He got off of me and I sat up. "Mom, I love him. And now I'm eighteen and it's legal for us to date. Mom please I know that you don't want me to date him. . . But can you just do it for me?"

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"So. . . How did she take it?" My friend asked me the next day after school.

"She kicked me out of the house." I laughed, as I knew that Kyle had my back.

"Damn man! So you staying at your mans house?"

"Don't say man. I'm not a woman, but yes. He loves, so he said that he would take me in. I'm getting my things packed up today."

"Well dude, about that girl Grace, I hit that." My friend informed me, Smirking. I really didn't know that Grace was that kind of girl. But everyone has their secretes.

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