Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

Chapter 3: Crystal Clear

Violet did not go home immediately, she first had to make a pit stop at her optometrist\'s office and demanded he prescribe her contact lenses. He had asked her if her father had okayed it and she just nodded. He had known her for too long for her to lie to him so he quickly checked her eyes before testing a pair. Violet stared at the adjoined containers as though she were staring straight into the eyes of the devil. She was always afraid of having to stick anything foreign into her eyes and thus had never gotten contacts. It was a fear she had hoped never to cross until now.

Her doctor had taken her into a small room where he asked her to practice putting it on. She stared at him in dread and nodded her head. Violet gulped and set her butt down onto the round chair and continued to stare at the contact lenses sitting in their respectful containers. Violet picked one up and stared into the mirror set before her.

Staring into the mirror now, she stared at herself and bit her bottom lip. She knew she wasn\'t beautiful which made her wonder why Trey had been so drawn to her. Violet laughed out loud at what she had just thought. Of course he wasn\'t drawn to her, he was just looking for a good time--an easy girl to screw with. Violet looked down at her contact lenses and wondered why she was going so far to satisfy him.

She set her glasses down on the table and slowly raised her right index finger, which carried the lens, up to her eyes and held her breathe.


It had taken Violet more than an hour to put the contacts on but once it was on, it felt great. Her face felt so light without her heavy thick rimmed glasses propped on her face. It had weighted and covered her face so well that Violet hardly recognized the girl before her. She drew her face closer to the mirror and examined every inch of her narrow face.

She had always used her glasses as a shield from the world and now she felt so naked without them. But, what shocked her most was the fact that she could not believe how different she looked without weights on her face. It was hard for her to admit it but she looked almost...pretty.

She had high sculpted cheek bones which accentuated her slightly chinky eyes. Now, without her glasses, she saw just how green her eyes were, which were the perfect combination with her long dark eye lashes. She turned her head from left to right over and over again in astonishment. It felt so surreal.

She smiled and her cheeks turned a hint of pink. Violet quickly turned away from the mirror and stared at her blacked rimmed shields. She picked them up and placed them in her skirt pocket. She felt as though she no longer needed them. She felt so free.

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Violet had worked on her hair all morning. She had woken up at the crack of dawn, determined to tame her wild mane. It literally had a mind of its own and she swore that by the time she needed to leave, it would look perfect. She had tried every trick in the book--conditioning, mousing, volumizing, and spraying it down to a thick sticky mess. Nothing seemed to work and frustration was beginning to surface from the calmness she was desperately trying to maintain. Finally, when all seemed loss, she decided to start back to square one and washed her hair of the damaging hair products. She looked at her watch and was grateful she still had a good thirty minutes left before she needed to run to school. After washing her hair a second time, she sighed and wiped the fog from the mirror with her right palm. She stared at herself, now wearing her brand new contacts and wondered why she was doing this to herself. She felt herself flush, remembering the erotic events from the yesterday. She couldn\'t believe she was bushing. SHe was too easy--to much like a fucking fool. She gulped and stretched her arms. She needed to concentrate.

Violet finally exited from the bathroom with a big bright smile on her face. She looked half-way decent. It had only taken twenty minutes to do her hair. It was shiny, tame, and she was glowing. She reached for her backpack on the living room floor and slowly walked towards her father\'s room. She peered inside and smirked. He was still sleeping. She watched him turn over and hug the pillow. Violet looked away and gathered the last of her things.

I\'m doing this for you, dad...not me.

Violet had wanted to run to school, fearing again that she would be late. But she had to stop herself from making a mad rush to room 404. She needed to keep her hair in check. One false move and it would unravel into the real mess it was. She reached for the door to the school but froze suddenly from the person staring at her. She gazed at her reflection for a second in disbelief. Her hand unexpectedly rose up and touched her hair, which was sleek and straight. Then, she touched her face and was surprised to find her cheek moist. Violet realized she was crying.

Violet pushed the door open and hopped inside. She looked around and wondered whether Trey was waiting for her, making sure she was following his orders. She was surprised to see the hall completely empty. She felt panic rising in her body and quickly looked at her watch. It was two minutes til. How could everyone be in class already? Violet shrugged her shoulders and casually strolled towards the 400 wing.

She felt a little strange as she approached and passed the boys\' bathroom but continued on, pretending the infamous room did not faze her. She looked at her watch again. Still two minutes til. How could that be? She stared at her watch and realized the second hand had ceased its movement. She rose the watch to her ear and was shocked to realize it was no longer ticking. Shit! The watch had died, probably a good ten minutes ago. Violet darted towards 404 and was just a foot away from the door when a hand ceased her from reaching forward and opening the door. She stared at the hand for what seemed like a year before her eyes rose and met with Trey\'s. He looked down at her, an ominous smile across his putrid face. Violet turned away and continued to reach for the door. Trey blocked her with his body and Violet put her hand behind her back, not wanting to touch him.

\"Violet, is that you?\" Trey smiled. He reached forward and gently removed the hair from her eyes. Violet flinched from his touch and Trey felt guilty from her disgust at his touch. Instead of comforting her like a good person, he reached forward and grabbed at her chin, so that she was forced forward. Violet blinked from the force but pretended it did not hurt.

\"Hey! Don\'t do that! When I touch you, I want you to enjoy it!\" he snapped. Violet felt her eyes burn again and she was afraid to let her tears fall. It would only show she was weak--that he could treat her like a whore.

Trey pulled her forward by the chin until they were just centimeters away. Violet felt her lips brush against his. She turned her eyes when his breath hit her face. It smelled like Dr. Pepper.

\"Look at me,\" he whispered harshly, his breath hot on her flesh. She turned her eyes slowly towards him and peered into his hypnotizing orbs. Although she appeared disgusted by him, there was a part of her inside that wanted him to tear her clothes apart and have his way with her right there in the hallway, just inches from her classroom door.

Trey stared at her eyes, entranced by the beauty squirming before him. He felt himself grow hard just looking at her, moments ago. He had been waiting for her by the drinking fountain all morning. But of course she was late. He could hardly believe how much different she looked after she had taken off those horrid glasses and finally brushed down her banshee hair. She looked so beautiful. So innocent. He wanted a piece of her again. God, if he didn\'t have any control, he swore he would have ripped her clothes off and taken her right then and there.

\"You look...good.\" He let go of his hold on her face and she was pushed back slightly. She massaged her chin and exercised her jaw. He was so strong. Had he just given her a comment? She was about to brush past him and open the door when she felt his hand take hold of her neck. She was yanked back towards him. She was afraid he was going to strangle her but despite the fear, she did not pull away. Maybe she wanted him to hurt her because the pain felt good.

Instead of choking her, he massaged her neck slightly and then tilted her neck so that he had easy access. He reached forward and began licking at the nape of her neck. Violet moaned slightly as he continued to suck on her ear and then he gently made his way down to her shoulder blades. Violet let her head go back and she exhaled a moan. Trey, afraid someone would hear, turned her body towards the fountain which stood at a niche in the wall. Her body now pressed against the fountain, she was forced to open her legs so that she could fit in the niche, expelling her from view. One leg propped on the fountain and the other one wrapped around his right leg, Trey saw this as an opportunity to once again explore her lower region. Violet knew what was coming by opening her legs but she didn\'t care.

Trey pressed his lips against her ear as he began to massage her pussy with his left hand, inserting his index and forefinger inside her. Violet gasped.

\"You like that don\'t you?\" he whispered in her ear. Violet pressed her eyes shut and turned away.

\"Say it!\" he whispered harshly in her ear.

Trey pressed his lips on her neck and was surprised to hear Violet mummble a yes. He smiled and reached into his back pocket, retrieving a red bandanna. He ceased fingering her and Violet opened her eyes. She was shocked he had stopped.

He looked down at her and smiled, \"Don\'t worry. I\'ll let you cum. You do deserve it after all. But first, let me do something so that we don\'t get caught.\" He showed her the bandanna and Violet furrowed her brow in confusion. Trey loved how she furrowed her brow. That made him hotter. He signaled her to open her mouth and she hesitated at first but gradually opened her mouth.

\"Good girl,\" he said as he wrapped the bandanna around her mouth and tied it tightly behind her head.

\"Now, where was I?\" Trey said before reaching inside her underwear again and continued stroking her. Violet\'s eyes fluttered and she began to moan freely, the bandanna subduing her bouts of pleasure.

Trey licked at her neck and was grateful she wore a skirt because it gave him such easy access. He quickened the pace of his fingers as they pushed in and out of her. He slipped his other hand under her shirt and began to massage her breast over her bra. It did not take long for Violet to cum. Her body was vibrating with pleasure and it took her a moment to recover. She bit down on the bandanna and unexpectedly pulled Trey closer. Still receovering from her orgasm, Trey pulled the bandanna from her move and planted a wet kiss on her lips. His tongue pushed through her lips and probed into her mouth. Violet clung onto on his shoulders but did not pull away.

As Trey continued to explore her mouth, Violet opened her eyes and wondered why she was succumbing to his needs. She knew, despite his forcefulness, she was beginning to fall for him. He was the first guy that had ever given her any attention. She liked the way he touched her, although unasked. The more he touched her, the more it felt good instead of disgusting. What was happening to her? she asked herself.

Trey pulled himself away and stared at her for a second. They stared at each other for a second or so before he let go of his hold on her and stepped back, his arms reached upward and grabbed onto the wall. Violet knew what he wanted. She looked over at her classroom and shook her head. It seemed as though she would never reach first period.

She slipped her body down and unzipped his pants. Trey threw his head back when he felt the warmth engulf his manhood.

continued in chapter 4! please r & r guys!!!