Bryan AndrewsMy childhood memories flashed through my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freckles boy and how Erica emptied a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever.Seeing her in class today only brought back the memories I have tried so much to forget. When my dad mentioned the business partnership with her dad, I knew I will be seeing much of her. I scoffed loudly as I sat on my bed. I was quite in school today which was unusual.I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seve
Erica McKenzieSex. I literally just saw Bryan Andrews fucking a girl. I gasped covering my mouth. The fact that I knew he saw me watching them made me face palm. The way the girl danced and moved on his laps, with the annoying sounds she was making made it obvious she was enjoying it. I should have left immediately I saw them, but my legs became heavy. I just can't place what I felt when Bryan turned her over and got on top of her.He was totally brutal with the way he kept fucking her hard. I shuddered as the image kept replaying over and over again in my head. It will be nice to be fucked that way. No! I chided myself. That won't be happening.The whole scenario kept repeating itself again in my mind."Are you okay?" My dad asked, I didn't realize I just zoned out."Erica, I will be going back to Miranda. You will be staying with the Andrews till you finish senior year.""What?" I asked, not believing what my father just said. My dad was adopted by Mr Andrews mother at a very young
Erica McKenzie I felt a tug on my nipples, as a wave of pleasure passed through my veins. Am I having a sex dream. I felt kind of warm, the bed seems to have gotten smaller. I could feel a wall behind my back, then the wall moved closer to me. I realized the wall wasn't an actual wall, it was something more, a body, hard and larger than mine. The warmth I was feeling was from the body behind me. I shuddered as a hand glided from my stomach to the fullness of my breasts. It cradled my breast as if weighing it, then a thumb traced slowly around my taught nipple. A languid, delicious and sweet sensation sent my head swimming. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Those hands were evoking something strange in me. It was like I will fall sick if the pleasure stops. The hand slid down to my hip and over the curve of my thigh, I gasped as I felt a finger brush my clits. This can never be a sex dream, cause it felt surreal. The hand caressed my inner thighs, making sure to brush
Mary I was excited when mum broke the news to me. I got the scholarship to Beverly Dale high. I was changing school, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You should be excited," my mum, a tall woman with a blonde hair, who is in her late thirties said to me. "How are we going to cope mum?" I whispered softly, nibbling at my lower lips. We were not rich, we hardly have enough. I was lucky to even get a scholarship. Mum won't have to bother to pay my tuitions fees again. "We will find a way, I will get a job in Beverly Dale. Don't worry too much honey." She whispered back, cupping my chin. I nodded my head in response, trying to think about the positive side of this scholarship. At least I get to start afresh, from the beginning. This is going to be a new chapter of my life and whatever I do now is going to write my story. "Look at me honey," my mum whispered, raising my chin up. "We have got this and we are going to survive the storms." **** Few days later I gulped the spit
Mary "How was school today?" Mum asked, she was looking at me expectantly. Images of everything that happened flashed through my mind repeatedly. "Fine mum." I replied, sulking. I hate it when I lie to her, it makes me feel bad. But mum already has a lot to bare now, I don't want to add more to the burdens on her shoulders. It wasn't easy getting this job, though I don't want her doing this job. But it is the only way we can survive. We at least get to eat free food, even though they were mostly left overs. I don't mind. We were given a room in the mansion, not even in the maids quarters. Mum said we were lucky, but I really don't see any luck in her working as a maid for a rich obnoxious family. I hated the fact that she has to clean up the house after them and also cook for them. "Hope you made new friends?" Mum asked, watching me carefully. I forced a smile, trying to hide the fear I have been feeling since I got home. "Yes,"I replied. At least I made a friend, Taylor was my
Mary Helping Olivia with her home work was easier than I thought. She was really smart for her age. "Thank you Mary," she said, immediately we finished with her aptitudes. "You're welcome," I replied, standing up to take my leave. I really wanted to leave her play room. "Can you continue helping me with my homework as from today. I really like you." She said, grinning eat to ear. "You are smart and pretty, very pretty." She added, cupping my cheeks with her little hands. "But you should be careful of big brother," she whispered into my ear. I became alert immediately, if this little girl was warning me of her brother, then I should take heed. "He likes girls, pretty girls." She whispered, giggling. I smiled at her cuteness. "I don't have anything to worry concerning that, I am not pretty enough for your brother. Trust me, your brother is definitely of the higher class and I'm from a very low class. He won't even spare me a second glance." "But you are pretty
Mary School scares me, Beverly Dale high scares me. I sank my teeth to my lips as I walked towards my locker. I could hear the whispers, my ear seems to have gotten used to them. I was wearing a palazzo pants and a off shoulder red top to match the black pants. It was new, not really new cause we got it from a thrift store. Mum insisted I wore them today. Taylor was standing right in front of my locker. "Good morning," she whispered, immediately she sighted me. "Hey, Taylor." I whispered softly, hugging her. "I was waiting for you, so we could go to class together." She whispered again. I wanted to ask her why she was whispering, but I decided not to. To be honest, I was damn scared. Like really scared, the insults that were being thrown at us was not making things easier. "She is still here?" Someone said, pointing at me obviously. "Has she not realized she is digging her own grave. The queen and King doesn't want her here and she is still adamant." Another voice sai
I took in air, inhaling it in a rush, I sobbed quietly. I was weak and I hated the fact that I was weak. I was trembling, my fingers shook and my lips trembled."What is happening here?" The voice repeated again. I turned around to face a tall man with a rounded framed glasses."Young lady, are you okay?" The man asked worriedly. I nodded my head in response, I could see Hawk giving me a death stare with the corner of my eyes."Hawk, care to tell me what just happened in here?" The man asked."Nothing, I was just getting familiar with the scholarship student." He replied, rolling his eyes."Oh! She is the scholarship student. The smart lady who blew our records off. Come forward."The man who I assumed must be a teacher beckoned.My legs felt like jelly as I walked, I got the front of the class and at that moment I felt like disappearing. All eyes were on me, and I hate attention.&nb