by Melody Adams
"Where are you going?" Gregory asked.
"Library."
"Does this have something to do with a certain girl?" Nate asked with a grin.
"She's hiding from me. I can't let her get away with that," I replied grimly.
The guys laughed.
"No, you really can't," Nate said, still grinning.
"I'll see you later," I said, grabbing my tray.
After I returned the tray, I hurried out of the cafeteria. Abby had to be in the library, and I hoped I guessed right. I decided not to stress too much about why I was in such a hurry to see her. I told myself it had something to do with my plan for her destruction. But a part inside of me called out loud: BULLSHIT! I ignored the voice.
I stopped in front of the library and waited for a moment until my breathing calmed. Not that Abby thought I was out of breath because of her. The only reason I ran so fast was that I didn't want to waste any more time.
Whatever you try to tell yourself, buddy, mocked my inner voice.
I shook my head and suppressed the annoying voice. I opened the door and entered the library. Mrs. Yale looked up from her work, suspiciously frowning. I gave her my killer smile, even though it wouldn't help with the old dragon. My eyes fell on Abby. She sat at one of the tables and had her nose buried in a book. She hadn’t noticed me coming in. A grin twitched around the corner of my mouth as I stalked towards her table. She seemed so immersed in the story that the fire alarm could probably go off and she still wouldn't notice. Mr. D twitched greedily as Abby chewed on her full lower lip. It was a shame that the old dragon sat so close by, or I would pounce on Abby like a hungry wolf on a juicy lamb. I’d almost reached Abby when she suddenly noticed my presence and looked up from her book. The startled gasp, coupled with the wide-open eyes, felt like a punch of my stomach. I could not compare the lust that seized me to anything I had known before. Damn it! The girl was dangerous. I let myself fall on the free chair to her right and leaned towards her.
"Are you hiding from me, Abbygirl?" I whispered.
"What do you want?" she hissed softly.
"Believe me, Abbygirl, you do not want to know. All the perverted, dirty things that are going through my mind right now..."
Abby gasped at my words and a blush crept into her cheeks. It took all my willpower not to grab her and kiss the living daylights out of her. At the moment, I didn't even care about the dragon’s presence. Fuck! I wanted that girl. I wanted to sink my dick balls-deep into her tight channel. Mr. D was in complete agreement with me.
"If it wasn't for Mrs. Yale..." I whispered. "I'd get under the table right now and spread your legs wide open. I'd push your wet panties aside and eat your pussy until you screamed my name."
Abby
My heart pounded in my chest, and the blood rushed loudly in my ears. Kent's words sent damp heat to my lower region. I shouldn't want this, but I was powerless against the confusing effect that bastard had on me. My little pleasure button throbbed, and I had to use all my willpower not to moan at his dirty words. I needed to get out of here, but I was unable to move. A disturbed whimper came over my trembling lips when Kent's hand suddenly rested on my thigh. With the other hand, he pulled my open book towards him. He began to read aloud softly as his hand slowly moved up my thigh, pushing up the fabric of my skirt. Why the hell did I have to put on a skirt today of all days? Yes, it went up to my knees and thus hid my scars, but that was no protection at that moment. The higher Kent's hand moved, the closer he came to my secret. Panic tightened my throat. My chest suddenly seemed too tight. My scars itched like crazy. Before Kent could reach my scars, I shot up from my chair. The movement was so abrupt that the chair fell to the floor and Mrs. Yale gave an angry "Shhhhht!" I grabbed the book and hastily stowed it in my backpack before fleeing the library as if the devil himself were after me.
Kent
I stared after Abby as she fled the library. I was so hard that it hurt. What the fuck had come over me to dare such an assault here in the library under Mrs. Yale's watchful eyes? All I’d thought about was to make Abby come. I wanted to know what kind of sounds she made when she came undone. I wanted to hear her say my name when I took her to the peak. Fuck! I had been so close to paradise. So close to finding out if she was really wet for me, as I suspected and hoped. Abby drove me crazy. Hey, I was after pussy like any other hormonal teenager with a pulse, but my obsession with Abby's pussy was ridiculous. I hadn’t even tasted her yet. Brake would be over in a few minutes and I had a fucking boner. Fuck! I had to do something. I couldn't show up in math like that. Damn! I didn't even know how to get past Mrs. Yale without giving the old dragon a cardiac arrest. I didn't have anything to cover my fucking hard-on with. The only alternative was to jerk off here under the table. Fuck! I didn't even have any tissue with me. My gaze traveled restlessly around until it fell on a box of tissue that stood at the end of the table. I leaned over and grabbed it, looking out of the corner of my eye at Mrs. Yale. She was now busy at the computer, and the screen between us gave me some protection. The box with the tissue was almost empty. I pulled out the last two pieces and my hands vanished under the table. Holding the tissue in one hand, I opened my pants with the other. I bit my lips hard as my cock jumped free. Fuck! My shaft pulsed as I grabbed it tightly. Without letting Mrs. Yale's desk out of my sight, I started jerking off, the tissue in position to avoid a mess. I don't know how I managed to suppress my groaning, but somehow I jerked off without making a sound. Apart from my somewhat heavier breathing and the soft wet sounds. When I shot my load into the tissue, my heart raced so hard that I feared it would explode in my chest. I cursed my fucking teenage hormones. And I cursed Abby for having such an effect on me. I had to speed up my game a little and get her into my bed. The sooner I fucked her thoroughly, the sooner I would be able to think clearly again. I was sure that I would have no problem forgetting her once I had thoroughly fucked her. Pussy was pussy. When the shine of my new toy faded, I would lose interest. I would break her, humiliate her, and my job was done. Then I could finally live my life the way I had before.
Chapter 9
Abby
I was the first to enter the classroom. No wonder. I was over five minutes early. The encounter with Kent in the library had thrown me off guard. My heart raced like after a marathon. I thought I could still feel his hand on my bare skin. My panties were soaked. God! What was wrong with me? After everything that had happened to me, I didn't want to have anything to do with boys anymore. And Kent was one of the worst. I knew he was out to hurt me. He didn't even make a secret of it. Why did I let him get under my skin like that? Why did his evil games excite me so? I should’ve asked Mrs. Yale to help me. Kent had no right to touch me against my will. Let alone in such an intimate manner. Wasn’t that sexual assault? And Mrs. Yale would have put an end to all that. Kent would have been called to the principal's office and been punished for his assault. It would have been the right thing to expose this outrageous behavior of Kent to Mrs. Yale. So why hadn’t I done it? Out of fear, of what Kent would do to me if I got him in trouble? Or did I secretly want what he did to me? – No! I would never want anything like that!
Then why are you so wet, huh? mocked my inner voice.
I blushed even though I was still alone in the room. I realized I stood in the middle of the hallway between the rows of chairs like a complete idiot. Damn. I pulled myself together and went to the back row to find a seat. I prayed Kent would not sit next to me. Maybe I'd better sit in the front row. Right in front of the teacher, so Kent couldn't take any more liberties. I rushed back to the first row and dropped into a chair. The door opened, and the students streamed into the room. I tried not to look if Kent was there, but I couldn't help it. When I saw his large, well-trained frame out of the corners of my eyes, I began to sweat with nervous excitement. He came closer. My pulse shot up to dizzying heights, and I felt a little queasy, like I was going to pass out at any moment. I breathed a sigh of relief as he ignored the empty seat next t
o me and squeezed himself into the aisle of the next row. But my relief did not last long when someone sat down behind me. I knew it was Kent. I felt his gaze drilling holes into my skull. Where was that damn teacher? Mr. Cantwell was usually always a few minutes early, but today, when I desperately needed his presence, he seemed to take his time. The bell rang when the last students sat down, but Mr. Cantwell still hadn't shown up. Fuck! I felt a warm breath on my neck and stiffened. A soft whimper came over my lips.
"If you think you can run away from me, Abbygirl, you are wrong," Kent whispered in my ear.
"Leave me alone," I replied, half-whispering.
"Where would be the fun in that?" scoffed Kent with a soft laugh. "And part of you..." He paused as he brushed my hair away with one hand. "...part of you doesn't want me to leave you alone. Am I right?" His lips were now so close that they brushed my skin at every syllable. A shiver ran down my body and butterflies danced in my stomach. "I can smell you from here, Abbygirl. You are soooo wet for me. I bet your little clit is swollen and sensitive. If you'd just let me in the library, I would have taken care of your needs. I would have made you come so hard, Abby. So – sooo hard."
I startled as his teeth nibbled at my sensitive flesh. Why did it feel so forbidden good? My nipples pressed hard against the fabric of my bra. Between my thighs it throbbed almost painfully. I pressed my thighs together to get some relief, but it didn't help. I had never been so aroused in my life. Scratch that! I had never been aroused at all before Kent appeared on the scene. He was the only guy who had ever triggered those lustful feelings in me.
"Oh, Abbygirl," Kent whispered, his tongue teasing my earlobe before he bit down. "You have no idea what I want to do with you. What dirty dark fantasies are going around in my head. But don't worry – you'll soon find out..."
The door opened at that moment and Mr. Cantwell finally entered the classroom. Behind me, Kent sat back in his seat and I took a deep breath of relief. His proximity had irritated me more than frightened me, but I was glad that I’d escaped his unwanted attention for the moment.
Are you so sure it is unwanted? my inner voice mocked.
I ignored the annoying voice, as well as Kent's presence behind me, and focused on Mr. Cantwell. I hoped that this day would come to an end already. The mixed feelings Kent triggered in me confused me to no end. I needed to be alone and somehow get that son of a bitch out of my head. He was like an evil spirit that kept haunting me.
Kent
I had not missed my effect on Abby. She feared me. Probably even hated me. But that didn't change the fact that she wanted me. She wanted me to lure her into my world. She knew my intentions were not good. That I would end up hurting her. And yet she couldn't resist the attraction any more than I could. Maybe she wouldn’t be the only one to get hurt in the end.
When the bell rang at the end of class, I let her go. I would give her a little breathing space to digest what happened between us. She expected me to continue where we had been interrupted, but I would strike again when she didn't expect it. Keeping her in the dark, surprising her, was what would ultimately give me what I wanted. I knew how this game was played. I knew all the rules. After all, it was MY game and MY rules. I grinned as she gave me a nervous glance over her shoulder on the way to the door.
Don't panic, Abbygirl. I won’t forget you that easily.
"How are things with your girl?" Nate asked with his back to me as he pulled a towel out of his locker.
"I have her exactly where I want her," I replied with a grin.
"Good game today, dawg," Gregory said in passing.
"Thanks, man," I replied.
"Will you bring her to the party on Saturday?" asked Nate, who was now wearing the towel wrapped around his hips.
"Party?" I asked. "What have I missed?"
"Dude, for real?" Ian asked, pulling a shirt over his head. "Did you forget the party at Lockwood's?"
"Fuck!" I said, scratching my head. "Was that this Saturday already?"
"Man, where's your head these days, huh?" Gregory shouted from his locker.
"Probably between Abby's thighs," Ian replied, chuckling.
"Is she nice hot and wet?" teased Seth, cupping his crotch suggestively. "Let me know when you've finished with the little one. I’ll comfort her poor, broken heart."
"More like her pussy, you son of a bitch," laughed Nate.
"Idiots," I murmured and closed my locker.
"What’s it going to be? Are bringing her or not?" Nate followed up.
"We'll see," I said and made my way to the showers.
"I could ask Beth to bring Abby to the party," Nate suggested as we entered the shower room.
I laughed.
"In what parallel universe can you imagine that Beth would ask Abby – or Abby would agree? Those two hate each other, remember?"
I turned on the shower and started to wash myself. Nate got in the shower next to me.
"I could get Beth to invite Abby," he said, rubbing shampoo into his hair. "She knows she has to do what I tell her to. But you're right about Abby. She would smell something fishy if Beth suddenly went all BFF." He remained silent while rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and then turned back to me. "Maybe you need to pick up the pace a bit with your seduction tactics."
"Abby is not like other girls," I said. "I know how to crack her, but it takes more time. She's been through some shit. I don't know exactly what, but I'm pretty sure she was raped."
"What makes you think so?"
"I'm doing my job, okay? I'm gonna break her. But there are some things I'm not gonna spill. And I've already said more than I should."
Nate raised his hands defensively.
"Chill, dawg. I was just asking. Whatever you're not gonna say, keep it to yourself, okay?"
I nodded.
"Beth is getting a little impatient. Just so you know. Don't think she's willing to wait too long for her revenge."
"I thought you had her under control," I growled.
"I do," Nate replied. "But that doesn't mean she won't keep chewing my ear off with her complaining."
"Why are you with her, anyway?" I asked, turning off the shower and reaching for my towel. "I mean, she's..."
"I know what she is," Nate interrupted me, also reaching for his towel. "I have my reasons. Just like you don't want to say everything about Abby, there are things I don't want to say to anyone. At least not right now."
"Okay, cool. No problem, man."
"Hey, gossips," Gregory called from the door. "Are you almost done? Coach wants to see us all for a minute."
"Calm your tits. We're coming!" shouted Nate.
Abby
To my relief, Kent left me alone for the rest of the school day. Beth was out with the boys and I was home alone with Aunt Claire. We ate dinner alone, and I fled to my room immediately afterwards. Since Beth had burst into my room, I kept the door locked. Okay, mostly. Sometimes I forgot. But I had checked three times that my room was locked before I stepped into the shower. I closed my eyes as I let the warm water trickle over my skin. My mind went to Kent and what he had done and said in the classroom before Mr. Cantwell showed up. What would’ve happened if our teacher hadn’t come in at that moment? How far would Kent have let it go? And why did it make me feel so strange just thinking about it again? My breasts felt heavy and my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Between my legs it tingled warmly and there was a pulling ache in my stomach. I let my hand wander between my thighs. A groan came over my lips as my finger brushed against my hypersensitive clit. A pleasurable shock wave coursed through my core. I let my back fall against the tiles and spread my legs a little more for better access. I never felt the desire to satisfy myself before. I knew what an orgasm felt like, but I only associated shameful memories with it. Shame and humiliation. But now I couldn’t stop rubbing my throbbing clit. My legs trembled and my toes curled. I was close to the peak. With Kent's face in my head, and the memory of his dirty words in my ears, I came hard. Without r
ealizing it, his name slipped from my lips. My heart raced madly. I stood in the shower, my eyes still closed, when suddenly the shower curtain was pushed aside.
"Why did you start without me, Abbygirl? – Bad girl!"
Kent
I could hear soft moans over the sound of the splashing water as I entered the bathroom. Abby had locked her room. But I was a master burglar. I hadn’t expected Abby to be in the shower. And certainly not that she was playing with herself. Mr. D was immediately hard and more than ready to join the game Abby had started without us. Bad girl. She deserved a punishment for that. In record time, I got rid of my clothes. I grabbed my cock hard and squeezed it to take some of the pressure off. Fuck! I hoped I wouldn't shoot my load prematurely like a fucking rookie. As I stalked towards the shower, Abby uttered a choked scream and my name came panting over her lips. Well, well, well. My bad girl had been fantasizing about me while getting off. I grinned broadly. My hand went to the shower curtain and pulled it aside with a jerk.
"Why did you start without me, Abbygirl? – Bad girl!"
I silenced her scream with my hand, and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain with my free hand. Abby's eyes widened in shock. Fear and lust sparkled in them as my hard cock grazed her belly.
"You are a really bad girl, Abbygirl. What am I going to do with you, huh? Did I give you permission to make yourself come? Huh?"