It was odd. The hours moved sluggishly while they were glued to each other. Derrick was sweaty, yet the air conditioner was on full blast. Nursing a boner to a woman he simply found divine was torture. He wanted to take her badly, but Valery was the one to bring him peace and steer him away from his old habits. It would be wrong to ruin that. He was a man; this was the best way to prove it. A hand hooked around her neck, Derrick controls Valery's tongue but not how hard her privates grind against his crotch. It was an amusing factor of how much they had grown. The Violet from before would crawl into the ground at the thought of being intimate. But this version was okay. A little kinky but sweet. "Is this what you truly want, Violet?" Derrick could die from those steamy gusts. "You're stalling," Valery said. "I want to be careful with you," Derrick responded, hands never leaving her cushioned skin. "I won't break if you bend me over," Valery said with an innocent face. It made
Years Back... High School. Being out of school was okay if all you had to do was lie in bed, eat and watch TV. No one forces you to do chores or run errands, and no one fights with you over the single couch. The downside was being behind in academics and missing friends. Margret could come over any day, but it wasn't enough to cure the restless, lonely days. After the accident, Mr York was put in a tight spot. The school's board of directors issued an investigation into the matter, and the outcome was not good. There were rules concerning the discipline of students and how far the staff could go. Hard labour was not allowed- not per the school's standard. It was an unlawful act forced on students, and the principal was penalized for allowing it to happen. Valery's case may have come out because of the severity of her injuries and the period it took place. It encouraged other students to speak up about their unfortunate moments, that went unnoticed. Mr York was let off the hook wit
High School... The alarm went off at six-thirty. A digital rooster was screaming in Derrrick's ears tirelessly. "Tsk!" He swung his entire arm, searching for the phone. After a few sweeps over the bed, he finds nothing. "God damn it!" Derrick gritted his teeth as he lifted his head. It was easier to locate the small light breaching through the pillowcase. His fingers crawl underneath, and he has it. *Kuk! Kuk!* Derrick did not hear the timid knocks. When the door squeaked open, and the rays from outside peeked into his perfectly dark room, he turned. "What is it now?!" Derrick yelled at the intruder. The maid flinched. "You will be late for school, sir." The servant had learned to thread softly in this mansion over the years. "So?" Derrick grunted. He would get out of bed at the time he deemed fit. "Your father is waiting for you to come down," said the maid. That changed everything. "I'll come down soon," Derrick responded with a sigh. It took him thirty minutes to go down
High School... With time, Valery fully recovered. She burned the midnight oil, working her butt off to stay ahead in most subjects- including the ones she did not fancy. That was not the only thing she broke a sweat to maintain. Hiding her friendship with Leo was another hustle. He made it harder to handle each time he sent random notes to her class, demanding her presence. She agreed to see him at every second recess and closing hours. But it wasn't all bad; she did benefit from that enclosed environment. Derrick lay on the lazy beanbag, throwing a ping-pong ball against the wall. He peeked behind intermittently, with a sour expression on his face. Valery had developed a new habit he found problematic. She preferred doing homework and studying to amusing him. "You're getting noisy again," Valery said, her eyes still buried in an exercise book. "Can't you do your homework when you get home?" "Do you want me to leave?" Valery raised her head. At least it got her to look at h
Saturday took forever to arrive, but it was met with the same energy; suspense, a bucket of nervousness and a hint of thrill. With her homework done and chores out of the way, Valery approached her mother about going for a walk outside. "I'll be at the neighbourhood basketball court with Margret if you need me." It was the perfect alibi for a girl who had never lied about where she went. "Be back before four," her mother said. Valery was in her favourite pair of blue jeans, a white top, a jacket, and a cap to match. No one would suspect foul play in such a simple outfit. By the time she reached the junction, Derrick was fiddling with his cell phone, flooding her messages. He got the locks, and she hurried inside. "For a moment there, I thought you'd bail on me." "Yeah, right. Move before I get spotted." Valery strapped on the seatbelt. She turns, and this guy is just sitting there, staring at her with an arrogant smirk. "What?" "You look normal," he said. "And you look fla
Present Day... Valery felt a lasting sensation when their lips came apart. She was at peace as her mind recalled the day a young girl found her first kiss in a hallway. At that time, she was scared of being discovered by a student or staff, yet her body remained stagnant. It was a thread in time when she only had eyes for Derrick. "Your parents must be looking for me. Should we get back to the party or..." "Go, Derrick. I will catch up after powdering my nose." Valery let go of him. "No more drinking." "I promise," Valery assured him. Derrick was dismissed with a smile. Craving liquor was one of the effects of Derrick's return. Valery needed assistance carrying the weight on her head. Of course, alcohol would not do the carrying, but it did motivate her to struggle less. She picked herself up and churned out the tired look in her eyes. A sprinkle of fake grins and happy thoughts, and she was good to go. Valery stopped serving and pulled a chair beside her plus one. "Took you
Five months in, their relationship flourished, and life looked simpler. Derrick got invited by Benson's parents for dinner on several occasions, so it was safe to say that her family supported him. While he spoke less about his family, Valery became abreast with the idea of sharing her space. She shared her world and home with Derrick in exchange for companionship. They would hit the road to an unknown destination on her days off. Fun lay with the white beaches in the Volta Region and the green hills at Eburi. Anywhere they could pass the weekend without affecting their work was a plus. Derrick did everything to please her, to be in her good books. He liked what he saw when they were alone, but the question of Valery wanting the same thing left him pressed. Each time they kissed, she was the first to pull back. His hands could not cross her abdomen without her flinching and making excuses to leave. "Do I repulse you?" Derrick asked one night. He showed up at her house for a scary
"Do it, Leo," Valery moaned, bending backwards to show she meant it. Derrick devoured her lips in return but slowly backed away and said, "I'm not done with the massage." He chuckles at the frown on Valery's face as he forces her back down to knead her muscles like dough. "It's time for your front." "Umm..." Valery suddenly remembered that her chest was bare. "Don't tell me you're shy. You were practically telling me to fuck you five minutes ago." "Did you have to put it that way?" Valery died of shame. She covered her face as she turned, refusing to look at the naughty masseuse. "Don't worry, we'll blame it on the red wine," said Derrick. It was all fun and games until he emptied a quarter of the small bottle on her chest. The fragrance was not overpowering, yet it fed her nose pleasantly. She could almost taste the almond extract as Derrick smeared it all over. The masseuse slowed his pace each time his thick palms crossed her breasts. Derrick fondled them intentionally, pin