Unnatural Love

A lone girl sat drearily at school. She stared at the inevitably slow clock. Watching each second tick was like torture to her, but she couldn't focus on anything else.

She was a smart, beautiful girl. She had medium-long, dark blonde hair, and the face of an angel. She was 16, and in high school. She was quite popular - among boys and girls. She always told everyone she was involved, but that wasn't necessarily the case. Well, to her it seemed real, but to others, it may seem a bit crazy. Even some of her best friends didn't know a thing about the alleged boyfriend.

Her parents were never really there for her. Her mom died at a young age, and so she was forced to live with her dad. He was a drug addict and eventually died of an overdose when she was 9. She was shoved to her grandmother's house, where she was neglected because of her grandmother's age. She had to be shipped to a retirement home, and Amelia was shipped to a foster home. She was raped by the older brother of the family, and then shipped to her current home. She is quite happy, but very distant. Her foster parents try to spoil her, knowing about the troubles in her past. She doesn't really care about material things, and doesn't really connect well with people.

"Amelia? Could you please solve the problem?" the teacher asked.

She hesitated her response. "Um... 42?" she blurted out.

"No, Amelia... Were you even listening?" he asked, disappointedly.

"...No." she looked down towards her desk.

She could hear a couple students snickering and whispering. She was not one to usually goof off during class, but she was really excited for when she got home. She had something special planned.

The clock showed 2:54. She still had another 15 minutes to wait.

"Alright, I have nothing else planned, you may leave early. Remember to do pages 64-67 questions 1-64 for homework." The teacher was a bit upset with today's class. Amelia was always the smartest, but could see something was on her mind. He had a bit of a soft spot for her, thinking that she had had a troubled past. (Which was very intuitive.) He gave her special treatment, but tried to make it fair to the others as well.

She smiled at him, knowing that he had dismissed the class early just for her, and she grabbed her books and walked quickly out the door. She walked up the 10 steps on the staircase, the 3 for the flat ground, then another 10 steps up towards her locker. It was near the stairwell, but her ride was already waiting at the bottom of the stairwell out the door.

She twirled the combination in her lock. 15-32-21. She didn't really have any homework, she had done most of it in class, but not all of the math assignment, so she brought that home with her.

She closed the lock, and spun the dial. She descended down the stairs in a hurried fashion and swung the door open, seeing the burgundy car waiting for her.

Her foster mother smiled and waved at her. She smiled and ran to the car. She opened the back door, and put her books down on the back seat, closed the door and open the passenger door where she sat down.

She paid careful attention to the pinging of the rain on the metal roof.

"How was your day, Amee?"

Amelia stared off into what seemed like nothingness. Really, she was staring at a tree across the road as the rain dripped down the windshield, listening to the rain bounce off of the car.

"Amee?" she said a bit firmer.

"Huh?" she snapped back to reality. "Oh, sorry, my mind was elsewhere. What did you say?" she asked.

"How was your day?" she asked again.

"Oh, it was good. I was a bit distracted today, though."

"About what?" her mother asked.

"Well... Oh, nothing important." she said.

"Alright, then..." she turned the keys that were already in the ignition. "It turns out that I have to work longer tonight, so I'll just pick up something to eat for you, and drop you off at home."

"No, it's okay. I'll just make something by myself. I don't mind." she wasn't even hungry at all. I don't think she was planning on eating for awhile. She was thrilled that her mom was working late. She had the whole house to herself.

"Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself? You can have a friend over if you want." she asked worriedly.

"No, I'll be fine. I've got a bunch of homework to do anyways." she answered.

"Okay." she started to take off.

It was a long quiet ride home. Amelia just stared out the window, thinking about what she would do with her dear friend. It was kind of an anniversary for them. A very strange type of anniversary. It was the time they first met.

"We're home, Amelia." she said as she pulled up into the driveway. She put it into park and looked at her, waiting for a response of some sort.

"Hmm... Okay." she reached over and kissed her foster mother on the cheek. "Thanks for the ride, mom. Have a good night at work."

"Thanks. You sure you're going to be alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure." she closed the car door and walked up to the house, looking back as her mother left the driveway, she waved. Her mother waved back.

She put the key into the deadbolt, turning it to the left, and opened the door. For some reason they never usually locked the bottom door, even though they could.

She walked inside and closed the door behind her, locking it as she did. She ran quickly upstairs to her bedroom, throwing her books on the floor in front of her closet.

Her room was very neat. She had a bed in the middle of the room, which was quite girly. The bedspread was pink with white fringes. She very much liked it, though. She had a nightstand on the left of her bed, with a little unicorn lamp. It was rather tattered, but it had been a gift from her real mother. It had definitely seen better times. She had a desk, with a reading lamp, pictures of loved ones, and a frilly decorated chair. She didn't have much other than this. Except a bookshelf/dresser. (There were drawers at the bottom of it.)

She flopped carelessly on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, she started to smile uncontrollably. She knew what was about to happen.

She got up and took off her jacket, hanging it up in the closet.

She went over to her bed again, gently sitting down at the edge, looking towards the ground, with her hands held together in her lap.

"Do you know what today is?" she said aloud to no person in particular.

"That's right..." she giggled. "I've got some very special things planned today in favour of the occasion." the thing she was actually talking to was something inanimate. Though, to her, it was the centre of her world.

She picked up a rather large teddy bear that she had, setting it on her lap.

This teddy bear was about two-thirds her size. He was brown in color, and his faux fur was rather matted. She adored him, his size in particular.

She seemed to think she could communicate with the bear she called Adam in her mind, but some might disagree, in that she just hears what she wants to. Although, they have gotten into fights in the past, so it may not always be what she wanted to hear.

The bear, in her mind, had asked her what she had planned to do.

"It's a secret, silly." she blushed as she giggled.

She placed him on the bed, as she walked away towards her closet. She told him to close his eyes, but he didn't listen.

She very slowly took off her shirt, and she started to dance a little bit, even though there was no music. She threw her shirt onto the floor, unbuttoning her pants, she walked over to Adam, and licked his nose. He really liked it when she did that. She pulled back and turned around, wriggling her pants down to reveal the bright pink thong that she was wearing, just for him.

She pulled her pants down to her ankles, and slowly took them off, one leg at a time. She turned back around. Her bra wasn't as nice as her satin thong, but at least it matched.

She skillfully undid her bra and tossed it aside, but covered herself with her arm before Adam could get a glance.

She walked over to him slowly, licking him again, this time, engaging in a kiss, she moved her arm away from her breasts and flopped on top of him.

She passionately kissed Adam, allowing her hot pussy to lightly rub against his leg like he had asked her to.

He rubbed her back as they rolled around on the bed. She stopped for a moment, looked at him, and licked his eye. She found this very erotic, as did Adam. She sucked on it a bit, and moved up to his ear. She tongued the inside of it and moved again, to his neck. She bit it hard and she let out a moan as she did. He let out a soft moan. He wasn't much for making sounds, but loved it when she did.

She moved further downward, kissing his stomach as she did, and she moved down to where his crotch was, or rather, should be, and started tonguing wildly there.

She got up, and sat him at the end of the bed, facing her at the front of the bed. Her young small breasts were perky and firm, but still jiggled as she moved slightly sitting at the front of the bed. She placed a pillow behind her back and started swirling her finger around her nipple.

"Mmm... You like that?" she said in a seductive tone of voice. She took her finger in her mouth, and slowly sucked on it, making sure it was extremely wet, she placed it on her nipple, rubbing it in. She squeezed at the nipple, letting out great moans of pleasure.

Adam was very pleased and he complimented her greatly while she did it.

"Mmm... I know I am, baby," she trailed her finger down her stomach, towards her belly button, and played with it for a bit. "but, you're mine, too."

She was quite petite in her figure, which drove most boys her age crazy. She had a small flat stomach, and lots of curves.

She simulated sex with her bellybutton, which was surprisingly deep. She licked her finger and played with it more, but it was nice and wet, and much more pleasing to the eye.

She slid it in and out, and twirled around the outside, moving down towards her pelvic area. She slid her hand underneath her pink satin undies, which felt nice sliding on the top of her hand, and moved to her clit. Adam could see her two fingers circling around her clit under the cloth. She slid her hand out of it, and pulled her panties to the side, revealing to Adam her swollen cunt. It was red and you could see clearly how wet it was. She moved her other hand back to it so he could watch her finger her bare cunt.

She moved her finger gently through her lips and the finger just glided right into her hot, juicy hole. Adam approved of the sounds that it made. The little slurping sounds...

Amelia moaned and squirmed and kept going in and out. She wasn't fulfilled with one finger, so she inserted another, then soon again, another.

She was screaming from the pleasure that her own fingers brought her.

"You want me to stop?" she removed her fingers as she got the okay from Adam. He asked her to take off her thong, and she did.

She moved him back to the front of the bed, lying him on his back. She stood up above him, and gently pulled down her underwear, her juices glistening around her pussy and running down her thighs. She threw them to the floor and got on top of the bear, rubbing her vagina on the mound on his face.

The wet little button nose of his felt delightful on her little button. She shuddered from the immense pleasure and rolled over to him being on top of her.

She put her hands on his furry little bottom, and dug it deep through to her vagina. She could feel her hands on her pussy through his plushie flesh. She moved her fingers around in a circular motion, screaming out with joy. She kissed Adam deeply as she continued to dig her hands through him.

She arched her back greatly from the ecstasy of her touch, and let out a cry. She hurried her movements as she climaxed, again, arching her back, and shuddered as she fell gently back to the bed. She kissed Adam on the snout, and lied him on his back again, licking her juices off of him.

They were a bit sour, but she had loved sour candies, so it didn't seem any different to her. She lightly licked and nibbled, as to be gentle to Adam.

"Yeah, that was really good for me, too." she cuddled him, with one leg and one arm over him, and kissed his cheek, drifting asleep.