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
"Hawk!" Mrs Andrews called out. "Mum, what is this thing doing here?" He asked, pushing me away with his shoulders. Mrs Andrews is his mum, you have got to be kidding me. "Hawk, this is Mary the new maid's daughter." Mrs Andrew replied her son. "A maid's daughter?" He asked, chuckling. "Damn! This place reeks of low lifes already." He added, sitting on the chair next to his mum. I bowed my head in shame, I was sure things were going to get worst now. I dread going to school, now I won't be comfortable staying here again. "Well, mum my room needs to be cleaned up." He said, taking a gulp of water. "I will go clean it up," my mum who has been quite for a while, offered immediately. "No, I was not talking to you." Hawk growled out. "I don't want you in my room." He added. "Ever!" He exclaimed. His gaze shifted to me, and I almost melted. "You." "I want you to clean up my room. And you are to clean it up everyday." He commanded. "Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes," I w
Mary When my alarm rang this morning, I refused to get up because today was a day I dread. I tried everything possible to make my mum give me the permission to take the day off in school today. But she blantly refused, giving me lectures about not missing school. I sighed heavily as I walked down the school hall which was empty. I felt relieved, I made up my mind to start coming late to school, that is if mum allows. Flashbacks of everything that happened flashed through my mind repeatedly. "Gosh! I hate him so much." I muttered to myself. I rubbed my forehead which already began to ache me, merely thinking about him was giving me an headache. I wished he could just disappear from the surface of the heart. I still could not believe he was the son Mrs Andrews has been talking about. Hawk Andrews, I scoffed, hissing loudly. The fear of him telling everyone in school that I was a maid's daughter made me retreat back into the hallway. I must not be found lottering around the scho