Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

Chapter 6: Lukewarm Love

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Violet, repulsed by her behavior, had wanted to disappear but knew that existence was inevitable. She saw the doors leading outside and the sought sanctuary of fresh air. Just seconds of exiting the school building, she saw a figure sitting to the side of the school, hunched over, and apparently smoking a joint. She fought back her tears, tasting salt at the back of her throat, and ran past him in a steady huff. But the figure saw her and followed after her.

\"Violet, is that you?\" the figure asked from behind. Violet had wanted to keep on going, find a place where she could be alone with her thoughts. But the voice had ceased her breathing. It was the same unmistakable voice that had haunted her dreams, causing her to awaken covered in sweat. Violet turned around slowly, as if she were being turned by a mechanical rotator.

His eyes were soft and comforting. He puffed at his roach one last time before throwing it on the ground and stepping over it with his left foot, demolishing its contents. Violet watched him slowly make his way towards her, stopping just inches from her feet. He smelled like pot and cinnamon sticks.

\"Yeah,\" Violet replied, feeling uncomfortable. She felt her cheeks burn. Her body never seemed to react properly when he was close. Warmth seeped through her cold veins, causing her to flinch slightly. She wished, staring at him then, that she could kiss those irresistibly pink sheer lips. God, they looked so damn delicious!

\"What are you doing out of class?\" he asked, digging inside his pants pocket for a smoke.

\"I needed...some air...\" she muttered.

Colin finally found his pack of cigs inside his pants pocket and was about to pull a cigarette out when he heard Violet whimper. He looked up and saw that she was crying. Something, he figured, had happened inside just moments ago. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was okay but instead, impulsively, wrapped his arms around her delicate frame. She just looked so cute that he couldn\'t help himself.

His arms around her body felt very good. She hesitated at first, alarmed of his touch, but was forced into his masculine arms. She continued to cry but was afraid to touch her face onto his warm stripped shirt. But he clung onto her harder and she felt her body mold into his chest--their bodies creating one being. She closed her eyes and wondered if this were a dream. She had envisioned this same scene hundreds upon thousands of times since she realized that boys didn\'t have cooties.

Too embarrassed, she pulled her body back and looked down. Colin was more than happy to hold her in her arms. He did not realize how skinny she was. She felt like a feather in his arms. But she was soft and warm which caused him to get a little hard. Tense from the moment of silence, he pulled out a smoke and lighter. Once it was lighted, he felt the tension slip from his fingers.

\"I\'m sorry. I don\'t know what came over me.\"

Colin exhaled a puff of iridescent smoke from the confines of his mouth, \"Care to talk about it?\" he asked. Actually, he didn\'t quite care what had happened. He felt so high being next to her. As she stood there, twirling her hair and coming up with a believable story, he imagined what she might look like naked and the things he could do with her body. God, that made him hotter.

\"I...um...got into a fight with a friend of mine...\" she stuttered. Colin nodded but knew better. Violet did not have any friends. SHe was a loner since grade school. Her only friend had been a parakeet her father had given her when she was ten years old after he saw how lonely she was at home. But, having the bird just three months, it died choking on a piece of plastic. Violet never rally got over the incident and swore she would never have a pet again.

Colin leaned in closer, eager to touch her but holding his hormones back. He didn\'t want to scare her away after all. His breath smelled of smoke. Colin inhaled her scent of lavender and coco butter.

\"Really?\" he asked. Violet closed her eyes and breathing in his every essence. The situation was too surreal to be true. It could be that this was all a dream and that at this very moment she was still in her bed, her body sweating from the feeling of Colin so close. It could happen. It had happened so many times before--this very moment. Him and her just inches away from each other, their breath the only thing standing between them and long passionate wet kiss. Just as he leans in to kiss her, she wakes up covered in sweet sweat. Then for the next thirty minutes or so she forces herself to fall asleep again at just the moment that she woke up but at no avail.

Violet tried desperately not to wake up. Not now. If she had fallen asleep then her losing her virginity was a dream too. And she could lose it the way she wanted to--with the man standing before her, whispering in her ear, his breath hot on her ear that it was turning a shade of pink.

Colin\'s face turned slightly so that it was directly in front of her, his deep set hazels on her, burning a whole on her skin. He was even more gorgeous that she had imagined him up close. Boy had she dreamed about it!

He studied her face, wondering what was drawing him towards her. She had good bone structure that was for sure. Why hadn\'t he noticed before, he did not know. How could anyone notice, he realized, when she always had that big ball of fuzz of a hair over her face? But now, away from her delicate face, she looked marvelous. God, if only he had known before. Then he could have been doing her since fifth grade. That didn\'t sound so good...

But he couldn\'t dwell on the mistakes of his past. Here she was in the present, looking beautiful and tempting. He hoped she hadn\'t lost the desire for him all these years with him ignoring her. But he had to ignore her. He was a hot good-looking popular star athlete. She was a nobody. It was all for the sake of keeping face.

\"Can I kiss you?\" he asked. He was not sure why he had asked. He was read to strike and devour. But he wanted to keep her wanting more. Violet, sure it was all a dream, nodded her head approvingly. She watched his face lean in close and was ready to wake up but when she felt his lips on hers, she knew it was all real. She pressed her lips closer to his, sinking into his lean muscular body. He felt good around her and she forced herself deeper, probing for something in his mouth which did not exist. He was caught off guard. Colin was surprised how well she was able to work her tongue. God, she was a good kisser. But of course, she learned from the very best....

Colin tried to keep up with her rhythm which was easy considering he was a good kisser himself. Violet felt as though she were melting, overcome with happiness. Colin decided to spicen up the situation. He pulled her closer and his hand wandered down south until it was perched on her butt. Violet felt a little uncomfortable but didn\'t move. She should be happy, shouldn\'t she? She had been hoping for this all her life and yet his moves seemed to paralyze her. It felt...almost unnatural. Just like Drew in the closet, who was probably still there, jacking off.

Then his hands slowly made their way into her skirt, not expecting her to be pantyless. He stopping kissing her abruptly although unwanted. \"Whoa!\"

\"I can explain...\" Violet said deeply embarrassed. Her already red face was turning a good shade of ripe tomato. Colin was grinning from ear to ear.

\"Something tells me this isn\'t your first venture, little girl,\" he said slyly.

Violet turned away, ashamed.

\"It\'s okay Violet, there isn\'t anything wrong with being...experienced.\"

\"But, I\'m not experienced...well, not that experienced.\"

Colin approached her again, \"I can tell we\'ll have a lot of fun together.\" He pressed his lips onto hers, forcing her mouth open. Violet didn\'t feel right. She backed away and stared at him in the face. He looked disappointed.

\"What\'s wrong?\" he asked. Violet hadn\'t realized it, but he still had his smoke in his hands. He threw it on the ground and sighed, \"If you don\'t want to, I\'ll understand. I\'m going to head back...\"

\"Wait! I want to...but can\'t we take it slow? We haven\'t even said two words to each other. I barely know you.\"

\"What\'s there to know?\" he asked coyly.

\"I don\'t know. Like, what are your favorite foods. What are your parents\' names.\"

\"You want to know my folk\'s names?\" he smiled.

\"You know what I mean...\"

Colin chuckled and headed for her mouth once more. He only had just a taste before Violet tore her lips away from his once more. Colin, frustrated and feeling horny as hell, decided that a little rough sex was better than no sex at all. Maybe he was stoned from the joint he lit or maybe he felt like wrestling around with her a little but whatever it was, it driving him insane. He pulled her close again, forcing her neck to the side so he could suck on her. Violet struggled slightly but couldn\'t believe she was actually resisting. So, she didn\'t put up much of fight. There was still a big part of her that wanted him to ravage her.

Violet\'s thoughts were swirling violently around her head. Spinning and spinning uncontrollably. She felt like a used toy that was never taken care of. It sickened her to realize how dirty she was. If her mother saw her now, she would be so embarrassed. She was a bad excuse of a daughter and a human being. She allowed these guys to take advantage of her like she was an object. She had just enough of it.

As Colin continued to suck her soft white neck, Violet wondered why she had ever liked the guy. Sure he was good to look at and he had a great ass but there was nothing that lay beneath that. He was made out of good looks and a prestigious family but nothing more. She thought he had more respect for her. But he was just like them all.

Violet shoved him hard in the chest and he was pushed back. He was surprised at how much strength she had in her. Violet took in a deep breath and fumbled with her words, \"I can\'t....can\'t take this anymore! You\'re just like him!\"

Him? Colin wondered. So, she did have a guy.

\"I didn\'t know it would end up like this...\" she muttered shaking her head. She stared at the ground and then her head shot up from a revelation, \"But I\'m not going to take it anymore! Good-bye, Colin.\" She turned and headed towards the school. She stopped by her classroom to gather her things, leaving the teacher shouting after her. But, she just ignored him. She had better things to do.

Before heading home, she passed by Colin on the stares who apparently was smoking another cig. Violet wanted to ignore him but decided against it. He watched her intrigued and strangely attracted.

\"Colin, for now on. Don\'t wear stripes. It doesn\'t suit you.\" He leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into her mouth and then released her hold on him. He stared at her, wanting more.

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Trey came home in a bad mood so seeing his father did little to ease his rage. He came home to a distraught home, littered with old pizza boxes, chinese take out and overdue bills. Trey shuffled through the dirt and made his way into the hallway, where he found his father sitting lazily on the lazy boy whose stuffings were spilling out from the wear and tear of his father\'s body. His father looked up and took a quick swig of beer which was permanently connected to his right hand. His other hand rested on his favorite toy--the remote control.

\"Where have you been?\" he asked, his eyes fixed on the cooking channel. He sounded unconerned. His father was still wearing his gas station uniform which was a worn out blue and red trimming. His belly was protruding from within his stained wife beater.

Trey had decided to head for the interstate bridge after picking up a couple smokes and a pack of beer. Although at any given time, he would have devoured both substances, he just wasn\'t in the mood. He stayed at the bridge, forcing down a beer and staring into the murky garbage infected water that lay just below the interstate. He often went there when he felt he had no control over his life. Seeing Violet with that Colin guy had sent him over the edge. The bridge usually did the trick to calm his nerves. But today, nothing would help him forget the feeling storming inside his body.

\"I had to study with a friend,\" Trey lied. Like his father gave a shit.

\"There\'s some pizza in the kitchen.\"

Trey had not eaten a home cooked meal since his mother left and even then it tasted like shit. But at least it didn\'t come with microwave instructions. Trey headed for the kitchen, scared he would anger his father somehow. He was not in the mood for a bruising. He had not even taken off his shirt today when he was with Violet, afraid she would see something he didn\'t want her to see.

Trey opened the fridge and was sure he saw spider webs forming at the corners of the fridge. He closed it again and grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza. He liked it cold. He headed for his room, devouring the pizza in a matter of seconds. He switched on the light and jumped onto his bed eagerly. He just wanted to sleep and forget about Violet and Colin. He sighed and remembered his time with Violet. He had to admit it was good.

He closed his eyes and let his hand wander south. He imagined himself inside her again and that got her even harder. She was so tight and he remembered her walls cave onto his penis, sending shivers down his body which resulted in goose-bumps. His hand dove into his pants and be began to slowly stroke himself. He pace was steady but forceful. He was seconds to cumming when he heard a tap on his window. He turned his head and saw a figure standing outside his window. He covered himself up and squinted his eyes in an effort to make out the figure behind the pane of glass.

He could make out locks of straight brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Violet.

He swung his leg over his bed and leaped up. He approached the window and stared at her watching him. He opened the window and she looked at him before climbing over. Trey was shocked that she was there. He didn\'t even know she knew where he lived. But why was she here?

She entered into the room wearing an oversized trench coat which looked like it probably belonged to her father. Trey stared at her, wondering why she was there but very happy she was. He didn\'t give a shit why she was there just as long as she was there. He was sure she was there to tell him off, tell him she had enough of his dirty games. But she was not saying a word. She looked different somehow. He noticed she had put on makeup, a dark black liner on her upper and lower lids. It accentuated her green eyes and made her look even more attractive than she already was. She topped it off with thick red lipstick. Trey grew hungry for her lips.

Slowly, she began to undo the buttons on her trench boat. It was then that Trey noticed she was wearing heals. Not just any heels. Stiletto heels with a good four inches on them which really elongated her legs. She did not even flinch, she just continued to stare at him. He was so entranced with her movements. Her unbuttoning was deeply erotic. She finally finished and just stood there, wanting him to want her.

She finally threw open her coat wit her two hands and the coat slowly fell to the floor, leaving her half naked. She wore a deep red silky teddy. Violet approached him as he sat quietly on the bed, mesmerized and quickly threw her body on top of him, pinning him on the bed. Her body felt good against his hard-on. Violet\'s breasts hung freely from inside the clinging teddy. His face reached forward and licked at her lips. She took his arms and threw him over his head fiercely. He did so without resistance.

Violet leaned in close to his ear and licked at it before softly whispering into it.

\"Try to relax.\"

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