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AGH
It's Amie again. ANDDD this one came out of no where, but it's actually the best I've done in a long time. Read it and tell me if you think so.
“You promise?”
“6 o’clock. I’ll meet you.” He kissed the tip of her nose and turned around, waving to her and walking out through the doors.
“Love you Jackoff,” she shouted to him. School had ended maybe an hour ago. She’d stayed for pointers on her English paper and he’d waited for her. It was Friday and she was ready to go home. She watched him walk off in his too tight rock star pants. God, she loved him so much. He was perfect. Quirky. Beautiful. She was or course too. She stood about 5’2 in a red button down sundress, open in back. She wore beaten sneakers with it, but she was too adorable for it to matter. Her hair was blonde now; she’d dyed it back for the summer time.
She made her way into the bathroom. She didn’t live too terribly close to the school, so she figured she should go before she left. The bathroom near the natatorium hall at her high school was yellow and blue. It looked a little like a long, dimly lit corridor with stalls and sinks. She caught her slim reflection in the mirror, reaching into her purse to reapply the ends of her subtle cat eye makeup. She then proceeded into the last stall; it was bigger than the others.
Just as she finished, the lights flickered and she heard the door slam and lock. There were foot steps coming down the floor, but they stopped and then seemed to retreat. Ruby thought nothing of it, flushing the toilet and buttoning her dress again, moving to the sink to wash her hands.
“I always liked you as a blonde.” It was a male voice that sounded vaguely like Jack’s, but a bit deeper. She instantly knew who it was. She’d stopped seeing West about a year ago, after he’d gotten in a fight with Jack and given him a black eye and a broken wrist. However, he’d been a bit infatuated with her since that time, and the way he stalked around her in the halls at school made her nervous. But she played it cool, adjusting the right of her two lip rings.
“What do you want, West?”
“How are things with Jackass?”
“Lovely. How have you been?”
“Well. But I’ve been meaning to ask you something. And, you’re always avoiding me in the halls. And you don’t answer my cell phone messages. Or the ones I leave for Tom and your mom to give you at your house.” Her family had been ignoring West as well, because Jack was a close friend of her brother Tom. He’d become enemy number one.
It was true that he’d been her first serious relationship. She’d lost her virginity to him and still found him attractive; he was nearly a foot taller than her, thin but still very strong, with eyes almost teal colored and a wide, white smile. His light hair hung in his face, and it was the only thing about him that she still loved.
“Well ask away. I have places to be.” She dabbed powder on her forehead and nose. He watched her for a second.
“Ruby?”
“What?”
“Is he as good as I was?”
“What?”
“You know what I’m asking.”
“No I don’t.” West had a sterling reputation for being one of the womanizing types. Her heart jumped a little at the harshness of his tone.
“Is he as good a fuck?” She turned to face him.
“Since when is it your business?”
“Oh it is, since I’m the first guy you ever did fuck.”
“Like it matters?”
“We fucked a lot, didn’t we?”
“West. I’m going. Don’t ask me stupid questions anymore.” He leaned on the door and blocked the place where the handle was. “West. MOVE.”
“I made you scream. Does Jack ever do that? CAN he do that?” She shoved him hard to the side and grabbed the door handle, but she’d forgotten that he’d locked it. Her stomach started to hurt. He came from behind her and grabbed her around the waist.
“LET ME GO!” He wiped her short hair away from her neck and buried his nose in it. The scent was so familiar it excited him. “LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!” He closed his big hand over her mouth and lifted her off the tile floor.
“Shhhhh.” She bit down on his palm and he nearly dropped her, but it was really no use. He was so much larger than her that her hardest struggle did nothing. He reached down into his pocket, slamming her back against the first stall. She let out a loud gasp and he started to kiss her neck, lightly. He was so sure she’d go along with it that he hadn’t planned for any kind of objection. But, he always carried a pocket knife. His father had given it to him before he’d left for England, after the divorce. He flipped the fairly substantial blade out and held it a little skittishly against her collar bone. “Don’t act like you don’t…”
“I DON’T, YOU BASTARD. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME.” She was incorrigible and it infuriated him.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way.” He dug the knife into her shoulder, not cutting, but enough to hurt her and make her whine. He laid his forehead against hers. “Look at me.” She didn’t and he forced her chin upwards. “Take off that pretty dress. Just so I can see you.” Her eyes were so angry and scared he almost felt bad. But he wasn’t very balanced; the id defeated the ego. He slipped his hand down against her chest, unbuttoning the first four or five buttons, revealing the light blue colored bra. He pressed his hand down between her breasts.
She kneed him hard between the legs and lunged for her purse, which she’d dropped by the door.
“BITCH! GET BACK HERE.” She pulled her cell phone our and pressed speed dial 4. He was stalking towards her. Oh god Jack please answer please please. The voice came on to the other line of the phone just as he reached her ankle. He pulled her towards him on her stomach, backwards, yanking her shoe off. She screamed, but he ripped off her other sneaker and wrenched her foot backwards. She yelped in pain as he picked up the cell phone.
“Ruby?” The voice on the other line said. West looked at her and then at the phone, clicking the END CALL button.
“Whoops.” She was crying now. No one was there; the custodians had just left the wing of the school they were on. No one could hear her. “Awwww, what are the tears for? We used to do this all the time, don’t you remember?” He played with the pocket blade and stared down at her. “See, I’m going to give you the choice.”
“What choice?” she whispered.
“Well, I think you know now that I came here with the intention of patching things up with you, maybe getting a little. But you just pissed me off, GOD, like you don’t even know. So now, I’m gonna get a lot. And if you don’t give, I take. Kay? Why don’t you just give? For old time’s sake.” He leaned down, close to her face. “So, you decide. Are we fucking down here, or do you prefer it on the wall… say… over there?” He pointed with the knife to the back wall of the last stall.
“Please let me go.” He stared at her fairly honestly.
“Take off the dress.” She cried hard. He jerked her arm up so she was standing; he slipped his fingers down her back, running the other hand down her neck. “It has been the longest time since I’ve seen you naked. You know? I dream about you a lot,” he said, working the dress up in the back. He curled his hand around her bottom, playing with her panty line. He looked down just as she lifted her knee again. He gripped her neck hard. “Don’t pull anymore shit.” She gagged. “You had your chance to make nice, Rube.” He loosened his grip and turned her head to the side, kissing down her neck very nicely, given the circumstances. He looked up at her bleeding eyeliner and wiped beneath her eye. “Look at this, you’re crying off all your make up.” He played with the buttons on her dress and twirled the knife in his other hand. She didn’t stop crying. He finished unbuttoning the front of the dress, putting his hands into the short cap sleeves and pulling it all the way off, so it pooled at her bare feet. “Tattoo?” He said, running his finger over her hip bone, where she’d gotten a star tattooed. She nodded., saying nothing. “You remember the one I had right?” He pulled his yellow tee-shirt off, revealing a rather large tattoo on his left shoulder blade. It was true that he had a beautiful body. He sort of leaned back and stretched, his hip bones jutting out towards her. She backed away and he grabbed her wrist, letting his lip slide over her shoulder. “See,” he whispered, “I don’t know why you like Jack so much. He hasn’t got anything for you.” She wanted to scream at him, answer him loud and mean and full of pride. But she couldn’t. They faced the mirror and he stood behind her, kissing her shoulder blades and her neck. She rolled her head to the side, involuntarily. She winced because, no matter what, it felt good. He pulled her against his stomach and she could feel his muscles shifting when he started to touch her torso and her arms. She just stared at her reflection, standing in the bra that he was tugging at. She looked empty to herself. His hands cupped both of her breasts and she shivered. He pulled one side of the bra down and traced around her nipple with the edge of the pocket knife. She whined and closed her eyes. She didn’t even know why. She didn’t want to see it. She didn’t want to feel it…
“If I didn’t just get kicked in the balls, Rube, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” She did? She didn’t. He unhooked the bra completely and tossed it to the side, where he’d put the dress and the shoes. She stared at herself, at him feeling her up, like he used to. His mouth was hot and wet on her neck and she let her head fall back again. She hated him.
But Jack never touched her like that. He was too sweet and gentle, always afraid of hurting her. West just did what he wanted. He sort of pinched her hip and she cried out a little.
“The first time we fucked, you remember?” He asked. “I did that, I pinched you.” She remembered. She remembered that when he was inside of her, it hurt so badly. And she told him so. So he pinched her and said, “Now your side hurts instead.”
He moved his hand down the front of her underwear and her knees buckled. He held her up and made some muffled comment about how she wasn’t crying as much. He looked at the reflection of the two of them and stared into her green grey eyes, sliding his middle finger inside of her. “Close your eyes,” he said. And she did. He pulled her wrist to the crotch of his blue jeans. She drew her hand away from the hard lump in his pants, shaking her head.
“Please let me go,” she whispered weakly. He kissed her ear, the side of her face, then her mouth. He slid another finger against her clit and she moaned.
“You love it.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re wet.” He pulled his fingers in and out of her, harder, quicker. She felt her body beginning to ache. She contracted and he breathed out against her shoulder. He groaned sort of low and breathy.
She’d moved her hand to the crotch of his jeans; she hadn’t even noticed. He smiled with his eyes shut. “Here.” He pulled his belt out of the loops and unzipped the jeans.
He was so hard, swollen against her back.
“Stoppit.” He shook his head and hers fell back once again. He closed his hand over her naked neck, softly, pushing the other beneath the fabric of his boxer shorts.
He started to jack himself off and she felt his wrist bump her back every so often.
“Watch,” he murmured in her ear. He turned her around and leaned against the stall, pulling hard. He moaned loud on purpose, trying to make her want him. She watched until he came and then she turned around again, glancing at the door. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, abrasively. He stood, naked now, facing her. “C’mere.” She didn’t move. He walked toward her and pushed his thick cock into her stomach, pinning her hands above her head, kissing her hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. He bit her lip ring and started to lift her hips. She hesitated and he forced her backwards against one of the sinks, spreading her legs with his knee. He pulled her head back by her hair but she loved it. She couldn’t pretend anymore. She moaned loudly. “You want me.” He thrust his stiff cock into her and she cried out again, throwing herself forward onto him. He started to fuck her hard, like he always did. He gripped her by her arms and forced her hips into his. He rode her, thrusting so deep into her she nearly blacked out. He grabbed under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the sink. “Say what you always used to say.”
“I…” She loved the sound of his groin slamming against hers.
“Say it, please.” She held on to the edge of the porcelain sink.
“Ah…. I…..” He dug his finger tips into her back. “Fuck me.” He moaned louder. “Fuck me, West.” He just felt so good. She couldn’t stop. Her body tightened and she came harshly, pressing her face into his sweating chest. He came a second later, slowing his pace, circling his hips, dipping his cock inside of her. Cum dripped from the place where he’d entered her. He pulled out and just stared at her, recovering. He pushed his mouth against hers again.
“No one like me,” he said. It was the truth; she hated herself for recognizing it. He let her down off of him and she ran her hands through his hair while he held her tiny waist from behind.
“No one like you.”
