Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

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Chapter 7: Boys Love Naughty!

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Violet had undergone a mental and physical change after she ditched the man of her dreams. She ran home in a haste; the run was a blur of colors, shapes, and figures. She felt as though she were a bird that had just escaped her cage of captivity. Violet was high on the taste of freedom. The vision of Trey and Colin were permanently ingrained in the mental corners of her brain. She had raced home to search for something she hoped she had not thrown away.

When she was fourteen years old, she had unexpectedly gone into Victoria\'s Secret. She did not intend to buy anything. She had seen Colin that day by the door to her bio class and seeing him made her practically salivate all over herself. She felt her panties soak and knew that if God had granted her one wish, it would be to fuck Colin\'s brains out. Although, that might not go well with the big man upstairs. She stopped by the mall in search for a hair product that would tame her wild mane and maybe impress her \"Mr. Right.\" But instead she found herself unintentionally walking around Victoria\'s Secret looking completely clueless and out of place. She knew what the other shoppers and the clerk were thinking as she strode through the store touching random panties. They were thinking \'what the fuck is that ugly bitch doing here?\' and \'i know she doesn\'t have a boyfriend!\'

But she ignored their intimidating glances and continued searching for nothing in particular. Then her eye spotted something silky in a deep crimson \"fuck me\" red. She turned her head and discovered the most beautiful piece of lingerie ever. She bought it on a whim, claiming it her \"good-bye virginity\" costume. Well, that boat has sailed, passed, and got hit by a glacier.

She had searched furiously in her closet for the never-before-worn scandalous nightie for thirty minutes. Her clothes were flying left and right, landing on random areas of the already cluttered room. Finally, stuffed between an old pair of Doc Martins and a tacky blue raincoat was her infamous teddy. She reached for it and held it before her eyes, staring at it with stars in her eyes.

Violet was tired of being used. She felt as though she were a neglected book ( you know the type you say you\'re going to read but never get around doing) that had been sadly donated to a public library. Unloved but still very new, she was now being used and fingered (literally) by random people, who did not love her. They only wanted to use her for a time being until they were satisfied and she would be returned, still unloved, waiting to be touched again.

But sometimes, godammit, she wanted to be the one touching. She wanted to be the one in charge. She wanted to wear the penis in the relationship (if that makes sense). The one who decided who could and could not use her. After she had taken off her glasses and domesticated her mane, did she not look hot? Fuck yeah she did. Although she tried to deny it at first, she was ready to admit that she was certified babe. And she would use her hotness to her advantage just like Trey and Colin away had. No one ever said the man had the control. If they did, fuck them.

Violet smiled and ran to the bathroom, searching through her mess of toiletries for makeup. Starting this very moment, the shy, unloved, and overused Violet was gone. She found a black eyeliner and layered it on her upper lid but failed. She looked like a fucking raccoon. This makeup business was harder than it seemed. With a little practice and some patience she could do this. Make way for the new and improved Violet. The Violet that\'ll have every guy from here to Australia wanting a piece of her golden ass. She was hot, she was smart, and she was driven by vengeance. What more could a guy ask for?

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Violet had pinned Trey so tightly on the bed, he was starting to get deeply aroused. He felt his lower region tingle and he reached up to kiss her on the lips. But before he got a chance to even taste those luscious lips, she turned her head away.

\"Uh-uh. Not so fast, little boy,\" Violet snickered. She was having fun. She liked the control.

Trey felt uneasy but extremely horny. He reached for her again with no avail Frustration was setting in. What had happened to shy innocent Violet? Who was this hot chick in a teddy in front of him? It certainly wasn\'t Violet. At least not the Violet he had just seen that morning...

It was true that Violet had, in just mere hours, changed herself on the outside. But what was more important was the transformation that occurred on the inside. A lustful vixen had possessed her mentality so that all she could think about was sex. No, that wasn\'t true. She was also thinking about food because God she was hungry. She spotted Trey\'s delectable lips and the mere sight of it was beginning to settle her craving. But, tasting it would be oh so satisfying. Violet held herself back. This was the enemy after all. She blamed it on the teddy. Wearing it, she felt as though she were outside of her body, peering in on the primal scene.

Trey scanned her face, searching for the Violet that had once haunted her dreams but found that that Violet had ceased to exist. Of course, there was no problem in the Violet before him. He didn\'t mind just as long as it was her.

Violet leaned in and aimed for his neck, sucking at a pulsating vein. She had wanted to sink her teeth in him but had mentally protested against it. Was she turning into a vampire?

The sucking was pushing Trey to the brink of insanity. He wanted to reach up and hold her down, spread her legs, and force his manhood into her tight little cunt. But her being on top was new and different. He liked different.

Violet sucked harder , pressing her red hot tongue against his sweating flesh. She could feel his skin envelop her mouth and with one last hard tug, she let it go and a deep red love-mark surfaced. Violet licked at it and then turned to face Trey, whose eyes were shut.

\"There, now you have something to remember me by,\" she said sweetly.

Violet reached down with her right hand and patted the bulge on his pants. It was rock hard.

\"Down boy,\" she said, talking directly to the bulge, \"Violet\'s a little tired. I\'m going to go home.\" Violet sat up straight, still on top of Trey. She slung one leg over and hopped off the bed.

Trey reached forward and grabbed her skinny wrist.

\"Wait, you\'re just going to leave me like this?\" he asked, nodding towards his hard-on.

Violet pouted, her bottom lip protruding outward and sighed, \"I guess you\'re just going to have to deal with that on your own, huh?\" she said, her lips curving into a twisted smile.

Trey was overcome with frustration but he was still strangely attracted. He leaped up and pushed Violet against the wall, not caring whether his father heard him or not. He pressed his body against her so close that Violet could feel his hard-on brush against her leg. It made her hot and she was tempted to reach down there and stroke him good. But, they were playing by her rules now. She called the shots. Not him.

Trey grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that she hit the wall slightly. Violet did not flinch. She was no longer scared of him. Well, maybe a little bit.

\"When I tell you to fucking relieve me you do it!\" he screamed silently in her face. Violet pushed her face forward.

\"And when I say no, i mean no.\"

Trey was taken aback. Did she just have the audacity to stand up to him? She was going to get it now.

Trey pushed his lips against hers and began to fondle her breasts. Violet just stood there, unmoving, waiting for him to finish what he just had to do.

When he felt her stiffen, he grew angry and pulled away from her.

\"You know, I\'ll get your old man for this,\" he threatened.

\"Fine, I\'ll be waiting for you.\"

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Trey watched her exit his room through the same window she used to get in. He could not believe what had just happened. He had her there in his hands and he let her go and even worse, she was starting to fight back.

Trey buried his face in his pillow and screamed obscenities. He was losing the control. But God, she looked damn fucking hot. He pulled the pillow away from his face and his lips curved into a smile. Yeah, she did look hot. He had never felt more hornier than when she told him to take a hike. It made her want her more. He sighed and reached for his bulge. He had some work to do.

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Aaron Matthews was a very young teacher who just happened to have a great ass and really hot car. All the girls wanted a piece of him and he knew it. He didn\'t want to sound conceited (yeah right) but he knew he was hot. He heard the girls from his sophomore english lit class talk about him, wondering whether he as good a fuck as he was a teacher. He wanted to go up to them and tell them \'Fuck yeah I am! I\'m the best fuck there is...I\'ll fuck you so hard you\'d scream bloody Mary!\' But he was too much of a gentleman to do that.

He knew he had his limits. But God, the older he got, the hotter these little high schoolers got. Them and their ultra low min skirts, tight shirts that squeezed just the right places, and barely there bikinis. God, he wished he was a horny little teenager again. Teenager no. Horny, definitely yes.

There was one student in particular he wished he could get his hands on. Damn those laws. She didn\'t look like a hot babe at first but if you got real close, you\'d see something in her that\'d make you turn rock hard.

Violet had always been one of his favorite students. She was an excellent student and had particularly excelled in English which is how he grew fond of her. She often kept to herself but when her interest grew in something, she was captivating. After class, she would come up to him and ask him question after question about the topic at hand as if nothing else mattered except for the answers. She was deeply intrigued by his answers, her attention was fixed on his every phrase.

He had advised her dozens of times to attend a school which excelled in writing and reading because he believed she would go places. Violet had always told him the same answer, \"I can\'t afford college.\" That disheartened him. He hated to see anyone so good at something not be able to pursue it just because of money. It made this country corrupt. That sickened him.

One day after school like clockwork she knocked on his door and asked if she could talk to him about the play they were reading. It was a Sam Shepard play, either \"The Buried Child\" or \"La Turista.\" That didn\'t matter. What matters is that this was the moment he knew there was something special about her.

She unfolded a series of intriguing questions which Aaron could hardly begin to answer because it was at that precise moment that the heavens had opened. He watched her mouth move, her tongue grazing the top of her mouth and her teeth clicking against each other after saying a word ending with a T. It was absolutely beautiful. He hardly noticed the black rimmed frames hiding her exquisite green orbs or the hair that had a mind of its own. The woman before him was perfect. Moreover, her thoughts intrigued him and after then he got hard just listening to her voice.

She hardly ever spoke in class. She was as quiet as a mouse. Aaron picked on her sometimes in class because he knew she always knew the answer and then some. But she always seemed to struggle with the words which she could so easily say when they were alone. It saddened him and now he never picks on her which made her think he did not notice her. That she was just another person in the small space of the class room. But he had noticed her.

Aaron had just finished discussing the Freudian references in Othello when she walked in looking like an angel. He hardly recognized her. He was sure she was a new student. Violet had divorced herself of her signature glasses and had combed her hair so that her green glowing eyes were visible. He had wanted to throw her on the desk and rip away her clothes and fuck her like no other. Sorry, Mr. Matthews someone beat you to it!

He had to remain composed. He had to show as little emotion as possible. He held his breath as she continued to enter into the room. All eyes were on her, scrutinizing her, and wondering what the hell had happened. Even that asshole Colin was making googly eyes with her. That punk. She was way too good for him.

Mr. Matthews sighed and was instantly released from his trance by the first period bell. His body shook slightly from shock and he shook his head, reaching for the disheveled papers on his wooden desk. He picked them up and stacked them neatly on top of one another, setting them all on the end of his desk. He waited patiently for his students to enter, yawning, hung-over, and moody. He was use to it.

The students all filed into the classroom in groups of three or four and sat in their seats. Mr. Matthews was sad to see Violet was absent again. He was genuinely concerned for her. Just as all his hopes had disappeared, she walked through the door wearing something that had to be against all dress code violations if they had any.

Mr. Matthews sat back down in his seat to conceal his tented pants. He groaned under his breath and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long hour and thirty minutes.

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