Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

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Chapter 9: Simply Irresistible

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Violet abandoned Colin by the \"make-out\" lockers to head back to the classroom. But really, she was no longer in the mood for learning. She trotted down the halls with a little spring in her step, humming the tune of Usher\'s \"Burn.\" She still couldn\'t believe how incredibly masterful she was. It was down right hot! She had to give herself props. She was turning into a certified sexual goddess. She couldn\'t help being utterly irresistible. Ha, and this coming from a girl who just 24 hours ago could hardly raise her hand in class in fear of total humiliation. But those days of being a loser were so far behind her now.

Suddenly Violet looked down at her hands which just moments ago she had used to make Colin cum harder than he ever had in his life. She felt them shake and a strange feeling of disgust washed over her immaculate body. She felt utterly dirty. She raced down the hall and reached for the doors of the girls bathroom. She could feel the dirt spread through her veins like wildfire. She spotted the sinks and turned one on, avoiding contact with the mirror before her face. She could not bare to look at what she had become. She no longer knew who she was. She felt as though she had abandoned her body.

The water from the faucet rained down on her hands, washing and enveloping over them. The warmth of the water felt good on her hands and she kept them in that position for some time before reaching for the soap. She soaped her hands furiously, practically rubbing them raw. Her hands reddened under the intense pressure of the water and her scrubbing. But the burning sensation felt good and she continued.

It was then that Violet heard footsteps behind her but she did not turn. She did not dare move any part of her body that did not involve scrubbing her filthy hands. SHe felt as though no matter how hard she scrubbed, the dirt refused to vanish.

The footsteps drew nearer and suddenly she felt a hand on her reddened hands. It ceased scrubbing and then turned off the water. Violet felt her heart still racing from scrubbing moments ago. She already knew who was in front of her. She could smell his sweet scent which was a mixture of cigarettes and vanilla. Violet breathed it in, breathing him in.

He tilted her head up so that she was forced to see the girl before her. Her mascara was running from the tears which had fallen unnoticed. When had she cried? During the scrubbing? She turned her head and looked deep into Trey\'s eyes, searching for an answer within his deep crystals. But the more she searched, the more the answer seemed to abstract. But she knew it was there, within him. She just needed more time to piece together the puzzle. She was always good with puzzles.

Trey was so hungry for her that he was getting a major boner just by touching her face. She was so goddamn beautiful that it hurt to stare. He wanted to rip her clothes to shreds and pump his dick into her. The last time he had seen her, she had left him wanting more. But it seemed the more he wanted, the more she refused to give.

It was all too clear what was flying around in Trey\'s mind. Violet could sense his desire five feet away. He was like a dog in heat. His body was ready to collapse into hers. He wanted to taste her so bad. Violet smiled and lifted her chin away from his touch. The effect she was having on boys was driving her insane...in a good way.

\"What are you doing here? The boy\'s bathroom is a door down,\" she said nonchalantly.

Trey bit his lip and inched closer to her. Violet did not move. True, she equally wanted him but she would not give in too easily. He watched his hand fight to hold himself together. His palms were sweating, his muscles twitched, his eyes were scanning every inch of her body.

\"Shit Violet, I want you so fucking bad,\" he muttered. Violet could not help but smile. She took a step forward and whispered in his ear, \"Drop your pants.\"

Trey looked at her confused. Violet did not say another word. She eased back and waited for him to follow. He hesitated at first but before long he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stood there half naked, waiting for Violet to come over and make him a happy little boy.

\"Now, touch yourself.\"

Trey looked up at her and snickered, \"You\'re joking. Come here and do it for me.\"

\"Fine, I\'ll just go,\" Violet threatened.

Violet flipped her hair and walked passed him. In the corner of her eye, Trey stood dumbfounded and seriously horney. The poor kid was ready to fuck a pole. Trey grabbed onto her shoulder to yield her from leaving. Violet turned around and stared back at him, her lips pursed. In actuality, she was quite surprised that Trey had obeyed thus far. He obviously had a strong will. But his horniness was stronger.

\"Fine I\'ll play your fucking game.\"

\"Good.\"

Violet returned to her watch post and leaned against the window sill of the girl\'s bathroom window. She looked towards the door, scared someone would come in but noticed that Trey had locked the door shut. He obviously thought he was going to get some.

\"Now, continue.\"

Trey looked at her and watched her readjust her body against the window. She looked so hot. He reached down into his boxers and touched his manhood. His eyes continued to be transfixed on Violet\'s every movement. He began to move his hands up and down his shaft as she watched him, a smile on her lips.

Trey quickened his pumping and then closed his eyes. Violet watched him stroke himself. His mouth opened. His shoulders drooped. HIs eyes fluttered. She was sure he was imagining himself on top of her, licking every inch of her delectable body.

Although he had masturbated a million times before, he was finding it very difficult to get a hard-on as she watched him carefully through curious eyes. He tried to concentrate but the more his mind focused on cumming, the harder it was to cum. So, he stopped, his still limp penis in his hands, and opened his eyes so the green peeked through. He was surprised to see that she had her own fingers between her legs.

\"Why did you stop?\" she asked, her words coming out in short breaths, still making her way through her passage.

Trey felt his penis hardened from the sight of her. He continued to stroke himself as she masturbated. He watched her intently. He eyes were transfixed on her hands. Hands he wished were clawing at his back and touching him where he liked it. But watching her touch herself was almost as satisfying. Almost.

He traced every curve of her delicate body and memorized every inch of her petite frame. He wanted to make sure the contours of her body were ingrained into his mind. If he could not touch her, the least he could do is study her...for later reference, of course.

She plunged her fingers in and out of her in perfect unison to the pumping of her his hands. Their actions were in perfect harmony and despite the fact that their bodies could not touch, they felt as though they had become one. Trey\'s eyes blurred as the familiar feeling of desire was infiltrating his perfectly sculpted body. Masturbation in itself was a complete work-out; he was sure the muscles in his hands were toned to perfection. After all, it was his best friends. That and little Johnny who lives downstairs...if you know what I mean.

Violet could feel herself cumming. She opened her eyes just in time to see Trey cum, his hot liquid oozing out of his penis. She came and dropped to the floor covered in sweat. Her hand still in between her legs, she crawled towards him still shaking. His left hand was resting on the wall as he tried to support his weight from falling to the ground. Her face was was millimeters from his dick. She opened her mouth and licked at the hot sperm, cleaning him.

Her warm mouth over his dick, he could feel himself cumming again but instead he grabbed onto her and lifted her body up. He reached for her and planted a kiss on her neck. He reached down in between her legs and felt her wet pussy.

He bent down and spread her legs open, returning the favor. She tried to support her body by holding onto the sink rim. His tongue was intoxicating. Her walls of power were caving in. Violet bit her lip and pulled away from him. He looked up and watched her straighten her skirt.

She turned towards the mirror and patted her red hot cheeks. She adjusted her blouse and fixed the curls on her hair. \"I need to go.\"

Trey, still on his knees, laughed, \"What? Now?\" he asked, his penis still as hard as a rock.

\"Yeah, now.\" She walked towards the restroom door and unlocked it. She didn\'t bother to look back. If she had, she knew she could not walk away.

There were a couple girls waiting outside of the restroom, their arms folded, looking angry.

\"Why the fuck did you lock the door?\" one blonde bitch asked.

\"It\'s all yours now.\"

Trey exited moments later.

\"Skanky ho!\" she yelled.

Damn right.

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Violet walked over constantly looking over her shoulder. She half expected to see Trey following close behind but there was never anyone there. She sighed and opened the door to her house. Like usual, the house was dark and appeared to be empty. But it wasn\'t empty. Just a couple doors down lies a man in terrible pain. Violet could smell death outside his door and it made her shiver. She kicked off her boots and ran to her room. She quickly threw off her clothes and left them in a muddled mess on the floor. She felt as though she were shedding a second skin--a mask that covered the real her. She tied her hair in a ponytail and wiped at the makeup until the old Violet resurfaced from the confines of her foundation, eyeliner, and lipstick.

Then she quickly swept the floor, arranged the pillows on the living room sofa, and washed the dishes she left in the sink that morning. Finally, she entered into her father\'s room and tiptoed to his bedside, pressing her head against his chest. Her head bob up and down as he struggled to breath.

His eyes remained closed and Violet wished he would open them so she could see how blue they were, like her own. But they did not open. She knew that it would not take long before he would pass on and she would be left alone to care for herself. Tomorrow, she knew, she needed to call the doctor so that he could tell her that her father had no chance of living, that it would take mere months before death finally takes him, and that she would be forced to live with her aunt until she turned the age of 18.

Violet kissed her father on the forehead and exited out of his door, closing it shut so that she could not smell the stench of death and walked over to her room. The feeling of loneliness overcame her and she desperately wanted to get rid of it. She rushed out of her house and ran as fast as she could.

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Trey kicked at his door after slamming it shut. His father was not home. Thank God. Where he was, Trey hardly cared. He was more mad at what had happened in the bathroom that afternoon. He hated himself for following her and he hated her for being so goddamn hot. Why was he obeying her? He did like the dominatrix type. But it was more because he could not help it. He was too deep involved that there was nothing left to do but continue spiraling downwards. If it meant being with her, he would do anything.

He threw his tired body on his bed and tried to remember her as he had that afternoon. But he was suddenly disturbed by a knock on his window. He leaped forward and turned his head to see Violet. She had changed out of the clothes she wore that afternoon and was simply wearing a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt. She continued to tap on his window, her eyes watching his every move.

Trey stood in front of her, the glass separating their two bodies and realized she had been crying. He reached forward and opened the window. She threw herself in and pushed him onto the bed.

Her kisses were rough and her hands wandered aimlessly, searching for nothing in particular, just wanting to touch him everywhere. Trey struggled to keep up, his thoughts a jumbled mess. As she kissed him, tears continued to stream down her face, matting her hair onto her reddened cheeks.

\"Violet,\" he muttered in between rough kisses. But it was as though she could not hear him, to warped to listen.

\"Violet!\" he repeated, pushing her away slightly. She looked down at him but did not speak. She continued to kiss him. It was then that he tasted the tears on her lips. He could not take it.

She took off her shirt and threw it on the floor. She dug inside his own shirt, trying to take it off.

\"Violet, stop it for a second!\" he demanded. Violet stopped and lifted her body up, still sitting on him.

\"Isn\'t this what you wanted?\" she asked, looking down at him.

\"Yeah, it is.\"

\"Then shut-up!\" she screamed, unbuckling his pants and trying to take them off. Trey watched her, his emotions a confused mess. Of course he wanted to screw her but he did care for her. And as her tears continued to fall, he ceased her hands and pulled her close to him.

\"What\'s wrong?\" he asked, his breath hot on her face.

\"Why do you care?\" she asked. He looked down at her and held her tighter.

\"I do care.\"

Violet giggled and tore away from his hold, \"Fuck you! You just want a piece of ass. I\'m nothing but some easy lay to you! Don\'t fucking toy with my fucking head!\"

\"I\'m not!\" Trey pleaded.

Violet watched him stare at her, trying to find the sincerity in his eyes but being too blinded by sorrow to see anything.

\"You fucking liar!\" she screamed. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on.

\"I don\'t know why I came here!\"

Trey watched her struggle to put on her shirt and get out of the window. He followed her and held onto her wrists.

\"Get the fuck away from me!\"

\"I can\'t!\"

She continued to pull her in and she continued to struggle. Trey lifted her off the window as she tried to kick at him. He threw her on the bed and spread her arms over head.

\"Get off me, you fuck!\"

Trey kissed her neck, licking at every little inch. She struggled to free herself but was finding his touch irresistible.

\"Get off!\" she screamed in short breaths. Trey kissed her mouth and Violet found herself kissing back. Her struggles ceased and Trey pushed his way in between her legs. Her lips softened and Trey undid his hold on her wrists. She kept them over her head and relaxed into his touch. He pulled her shirt over her head and fondled her breasts.

Violet felt her worries subside and return to the corners of her mind, where they would remain until she willed them forward. His gaze shifted to her pants. He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them off with a quick sweep over her legs. She remained on his bed in only her pink lace undies which she had deliberately matched that morning. Trey stared down at her for what seemed like hours, wondering how someone as beautiful and perfect as her could exist. Awww....

Violet felt a little self-conscious lying before him half naked. It wasn\'t like it was her first time naked in front of him. It was just that this was the first time the sex was consentual which made it appear like the first time. She was not sure how to act as he gazed down at her body. He was probably looking at her imperfections, Violet thought. As if...

She wanted to cover herself up or at least make him continue on for christsakes. Violet dropped her hands to cover her body. Trey pulled them back up and kissed her gently on the lips.

\"You\'re perfect.\" Violet smiled and kissed him back.

No he was perfect.

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Okay, so i know that took like a million years to write but really i have zero time now. So, thanks so much for all your patience. i am trying to write as much as I can, honestly. i am also trying to write more but skewl is seriously kicking my ass. so, thanks again and stay tuned for the next chappie, which will be up shortly, i hope. and of course please REVIEW! cuz if you dont, i might just stop writing...haha...im kidding....maybe