A/N: So its been a long minute since I posted anything about this fic and like many of my other projects, I've decided to completely redo this. Over the years, I feel like I've matured more both mentally and physically. Ive had sexual experiences, learned new things, and I feel as though my way of thinking and writing style has changed a lot . I read over it and I just didn't really like it anymore. I originally wanted to make a story where you truly see how crazy and how much of bitch Madison could be, and I feel like my redo will definitely portray her as such. A lot of things will be taken out, with the exception of the whole girl-peen or whatever its referred to as. Id call it futanari but after doing research on that and seeing weird ass porn with Asian chicks, it kind of scarred me. So ill just leave it at girl-peen, no disrespect towards anyone by the way.. I'm trying to make it a lot racier as well but its something about writing sexually charged scenes that just make me uncomfortably embarrassed. Probably because you have to think about what you would do or say and then there's the whole moaning thing smh but anyway, I think a lot of you will enjoy it. I thought about just completely deleting the whole fic, reviews and all, but I wasn't sure how many people really still look into south of nowhere, so I didn't want to permanently lose all my fanbase. All the chapter will be deleted but the first three chapters will be immediately replaced afterward. Ummm, feel free to leave me some feedback and ultimately just enjoy it. Oh and I don't own nothing but the story concept! All the original rights belong to its creator.
"Ya know, call me crazy but. I'm pretty sure Madison wants to secretly fuck you.." I cant even hold in my indignant snort at Carmen's assumption. I look over to see the very topic of our conversation giving me a death like stare.
"Right. Because that face clearly says I want to fuck you, Spencer." I shake my head at her typical classroom behavior. It never fails with this girl, everyday its something. Either one of her crazy sex stories or some other weird sexual fantasy of her. "You're delusional, you know that?" The bell rings, signaling for our departure and with a heavy sigh I pack up whatever school lesson Mr. Avery was attempting to give.
"Why is it so hard to believe that maybe. Just maybe she wants your dick?" As soon as she asks this, non other than the said girl walks past our desk; she couldn't just walk past of course. No, that's too easy. She makes it her point to go out of her way and shoulder bump me, making me drop my bag. I don't say anything of course, because saying things only makes it worse.
"Because of that, right there. Madison doesn't want my dick, as you kindly put it," I shake my head. "If anything, she wants to cut it off-"
"-And roll it up and put you into her vagina," she says humorously, pinching my cheeks. I laugh at her stupidity because really, what else can I do?
"Okay, I admit it. She can be sort of a bitch but…maybe that's what she wants you to believe? I mean what if its like Hey Arnold? Like she's a total bitch but then secretly goes home and worships you in her closet.."
"Okay, now you're just being ridiculous." There's something really wrong with this girl, I cant help but think. "And Madison just isn't a bitch. She the bitch. Most popular girl in school. Head cheer leader. Hates my guts, might I add. Goes out with our best friend. Hates my guts some more. Doesn't even like girls.-"
"-Well, your not so much a girl per se," she interjects. "technically anyway.."
"You know what I mean Carmen," I reply irritably, shifting through my locker for my next class.
"Yeah, Yeah," she waves off, non plus. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, its Madison Duarte," I finally say as if it's the most obvious thing, and it is.
"Yeah, you're right," she hums in agreement. "You have to admit, though. She's so bad." Its said as if its too good to be true; from the way she's shaking her head, id assume it was true. "Fuck, like look at her legs…..and that ass though…" My eyes unwillingly zoom in on that very object as she walks down the hallway, hips swaying seductively. Even I would be a fool not to agree with her on that.
In my earlier school days, like the prepubescent stage, Madison had been the subject of my many nocturnal emissions. Regrettably that was a long time ago, before all the bullshit and during a time when I actually considered her my friend. My best friend even, but sadly those days are gone. Doesn't mean I don't think about her every now and then.
"Ohhh, looks like somebody agrees," Carmen jokes, forcing a confused look on my face. I look over to see what she's going on about, just to see her looking at me. Well, something on me I should say. Something on me very below.
"Fuck," I mutter in a panic, trying my best to discreetly cover myself up.
"Why did I decide to wear skinny jeans today?"
"That's cute," she continues on despite my obvious discomfort. "What are you like, twelve? I thought you were past that whole phase.."
"S-shut up, man. Keep it down.."
"Ya know, I'm pretty sure Madison wouldn't mind helping you out…"
My only answer to her is the meanest glare I can muster.
"Alright, alright. No big deal. Just relax." Her hands go up in mock surrender when she see the look on my face. Im not at all amused. "What do you usually do to make it go down?"
"Um I don't know, Smart guy…maybe jerk off?" It's the most obvious solution, the fastest too.
"Hmm, well," she begins thoughtfully. " I would help you out. But I'm afraid my interest are more towards the fancier things in life. Caviar and such." I roll my eyes at her obvious innuendo. "And by caviar, I mean pussy." She whispers it and a little too close to my ear, my hot spot, making me shiver. "Welp, good luck with that." She says as she skips down the hall towards class, just as the bell begins to ring.
She really is a piece or work, but she's my best friend so I deal with it. I've known her since the end of my middle school career. She came into my life a little after the whole Madison drama, picked me up and hasn't left my side since. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. Besides the short school girl crush I had on her when I first met her, I never really saw her as anything other than a friend. I mean sure, we kissed more than a few times and she'd joke, saying how it was unfortunate I didn't have a vagina.
"I'd totally do you." She would joke and I suppose the feeling would be mutual if circumstances were different.
*T.G.W.P*
"You're late again, Ms. Carlin," Mr. Davies comments, not even turning around as I discreetly try to take my seat. " See me after school. You can make up the ten minutes during that time…."
"Yes, sir," I mumble, embarrassed; I mentally make note to thank Carmen fully for yet again making me tardy.
"Let me guess. Carmen, huh?" My neighbor grins and I find myself doing the same thing. "Remind me to thank her for that.."
"Its on my to do list also. So no worries," I chuckle in spite of the situation. We settle into comfortable silence, taking notes every so often, and I do my best to pay attention for the remainder of the class. I say do my best because being so close to this girl, the object of my affection, can be so unbearable sometimes.
"I wasn't aware that I was giving this lecture, Spencer." Smirking, she turns and regards me over her glasses with a knowing look. My eyes focus on her lips and then slowly move upward to meet her gaze. I'm rewarded with the raise of a perfectly arched brow and a subtle grin that gradually get wider.
"God, don't look at me like that."
"Your adorable, you know that?" I'm further rewarded with the gentle brush of her hand against the inside of my forearm. Her hand caresses the soft flesh there, lazily drawing circles before moving further to grasp my hand. She turns her attention back towards the lesson at hand, allowing me to ogle her once more as her hand sends jolts of pleasure throughout my body. Just like Ashley, it's an innocent yet flirty gesture, something not uncommon between us, between friends.
"Friends don't give you goosebumps," I mentally chide. "They also don't make your dick hard." I immediately turn away at that, blushing and moving uncomfortable in my seat as I do so.
"Friends don't think about fucking there friends either-"
"-Okay, I get it!"
"Get what?"
"Shit, I said that out loud?"
"Nothing," I finally say when her questioning stare becomes too much. I blush and will that familiar tightening in my pants to reside and pray she doesn't question me further.
"You okay? You look a bit red in the face…." To further her point, she gently pushes my short hair upward and uses the back of her hand to test my rising body temperature. "Well, you don't seem to hot. A bit clammy maybe. Do you feel sick…?"
"I'm fine, Ash. Promise." The smile I give is reassuring; its enough to ease her insistent worrying. She tends to do that a lot, worry about me. Its probably due to past transgressions brought on upon by non other than the self proclaimed head bitch herself, Madison Duarte. Her protectiveness, for that very reason, is the only reason why I'm still here making it through high school. Like Carmen, Ashley has protected me against bullies, Madison especially, on so many accounts. She's my savior and for that I will forever be grateful.
"Good, cause I need you tonight." As soon as she says this of course, my mind immediately goes to inappropriate thoughts. With the way she's staring at me now with that little pink hue to her cheeks, im more than sure she's having similar thought. "You know what I mean," she back peddles, ducking and hiding that ever present blush.
I know exactly what she means. Its Friday, start of the weekend and one of the many days out of the week she's has the whole house to herself, besides her younger sister Kyla of course. She frequently invites me over on said days, among others, not to do what you think but simply to hang out. Id often wondered however, why she never seemed to want to invite her boyfriend, Trevor, instead. I personally hate the guy; he's your typical college freshman asshole jock. An arrogant, lying, cheating, smooth talking, baby faced asshole if I were being exact. They met last year, his senior year here at King, and he's been trying to get in her pants ever since.
It could be my ever growing jealousy talking, but I'm glad she's a prude when it comes to intimacy. Or at least that's how she labels herself.
"Should I invite Carmen as well this time?" She doesn't say anything at this, just gives me a strange look. A look that's hard to decipher. "Okay, no Carmen then." I think to myself, shrugging in response. "Well, anything in particular you got planned?"
"Mmmm, nothing major. Ice-cream, a movie. Typical Friday night…"
"Sounds good. What movie do you want to watch?"
"Wellll…..I was thinking more of trilogy this weekend…" I sigh inwardly at this, knowing full well that there were only two movie trilogies she's ever willing to watch; it was either going to be Harry Potter or Twilight. She would pick the later of the two of course, and while I could definitely do without either film, if I had to choose, id for sure pick Harry Potter.
"How'd I know you were going to say that?"
"Because you love me and know me so well," she coos cheekily, giving me those puppy dog eyes. A sneaky little thing she is. She thinks I may so no to the idea, but deep down she knows I could never deny her anything.
"Whatever, fine," I concede, "but you're bringing the candy.."
"It's a deal!"
*T.G.W.P*
"Yo man, what's up with the invite…or lack there of.."
"Sorry bro. Ash said she just wanted it to be us two…" We just finished Twilight and was now about to take on New Moon. Well before Carmen decided to FaceTime me, that was the plan at least.
"Damn, cole-world man. What's so special about today that I cant come? What y'all doin," she eyes me suspiciously. "Tryna NetFlix and chill….?"
"What, no! The hell are you going on about?"
"Yeah, whatever. Y'all just enjoy that FireStick and dick…or whatever y'all wanna call it." She immediately hangs up the phone, leaving me quite confused.
"What exactly was she going on about, " Ashley as asks as she looks up at me from the screen. Her head is laying comfortably in my lap and I just pray that I don't get overly excited about anything.
"Something about NetFlix or Amazon dick…I don't know…"
"Its FireStick and dick, sweetie," she laughs, "It's the new thing now…"
"Hey, whatever you guys say. Just know that whatever its called, Carmen thinks we're doing it…."
"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully," You wanna really fuck with her head?"
She's staring at me daringly, devilishly almost, and I already know I should refuse whatever she has planned. Knowing and doing are two completely different things I'm afraid.
"What do you have in mind…?"
The next few minutes are filled with questionable SnapChats and sexually charged photos. There's some with me sucking on her neck, with her displaying the mark afterwards. Me biting on her earlobe with my hand under her shirt and a few other pictures that would be very hard to explain to her boyfriend.
"She's going to have one hell of a field day with these." I comment, swiping through some of our photos. I stop at one displaying her hickey when I feel warm lips against the corner of my mouth.
"What…what was that I about…." Photos long forgotten, I look at her in confusion, heart beating wildly through my ear.
"I..I don't know," she pulls away from me further, covering her mouth and looking rather embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just….."
"Don't be sorry, I…I liked it. I mean, I've been wanting to kiss you, properly for like…ever.."
"Really? Why didn't you?"
"I don't know. Scared maybe? The thing is, Ash. I really like you. You've been a really good friend to me. You're the nicest person I know. And you've helped me through some pretty ruff times. I'm forever grateful to you for that. I like you. And I know I shouldn't, Mainly because you have a boyfriend," she snorts at this, causing me to be confused.
"Is she laughing at my confession, mocking my obvious crush?"
"What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. Its just funny because you're wrong…."
"I don't understand.."
"I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer. We broke up weeks ago. He was sleeping with some girl from his college. He tried to lie about it, but I had already caught him…."
"Sooo you're…..single. is what your saying?"
"Its exactly what I'm saying," she grins, "And I like you too…." She confesses with a kiss, a proper kiss to my lips and I greedily accept.
We completely get tangled into each other; touching, petting, kissing each other as if we just might die if we don't. We slow down for a minute, me laying on top of her, between her legs, and with her staring up at me with bruised lips.
"Sorry, I guess I'm just…really happy." I regard, moving from between her legs, ashamed. My "excitement" is evident through my jeans.
"Its s'okay," she assures, "Can I…can I see it?"
"W-What? What did you say?" I literally have to do a double take at this. There's no way I just heard, what I think I just heard.
"Can I see it," she repeats timidly, biting her lip and letting me know with her eyes that's she serious. "You don't have to, if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm just curious….".
"Its... fine, I guess. I just…..no one's ever asked something like that.."
"Sorry. I just…..I've only ever seen my Trevor's and his was funny looking. Kind if looked like a worm. He had extra skin on it too…."
"Foreskin," I reply, unbuttoning my pants and slipping them down my hips. "He wasn't circumcised. Some guys keep their foreskin . It 'protects' it and supposedly it feels better when you-you know. But im not sure…."
"Wow, its big," she professes, eyeing me with wide-eye wonder. "Its way bigger than my ex's…..and a lot prettier…"
"Prettier," I chuckle lightly. Pretty is a first, but then again, she's basically the only girl that's ever seen my junk besides the time Madison walked in on me in the bathroom of course.
"Yeah, its pretty. Its nice….well groomed," she jokes, "I like it…" She concludes as I pull up my pants. "Wait, its still….hard. Are you going make it go down…."
"Well, its not really that simple. Id have to either ignoring it and hope it goes down by itself or relieve it manually…."
"Well I know that but wont it hurt if you ignore it? Maybe…..maybe you should just do it and get it over with….?"
Now I'm not at all dense at what she's hinting at, and in my head I'm thinking maybe she's just being naïve, that she's just joking or something. The serious look on her face however, is telling me otherwise.
"I know you do it, all the guys do. I just….i want to see you do it…" Again, I look at her as if she grew another head.
"What has gotten into this girl?"
"Um…that's a bit, I don't know…odd?"
"I know. I'm sorry, I just….I don't know. I'm really curious, I guess…"
"Yeah, but still…its just kind of weird…"
"You're uncomfortable," she notices, but still decides to urge me on. "What if I…..leave the room? I'll leave the room. And you can close your eyes. That way you wont even know if I'm here or not…."
My head up top is telling me to refuse, that this is wrong a very perverse; something I shouldn't do in front of lady. Then the head below is telling me to say fuck it, and spray her entire room with my essence.
"Okay," unfortunately the later of the gets the best of me, and I concede.
"Okay! Ill just leave and you just close your eyes…"
She leaves without another word and I sit there for second, debating my decision before actually giving in. Pulling my pants down a bit further, I let my penis spring free and give a hum of approval as I grasp it. I spit in my hand before tugging it languidly a few times and letting my eyes fall shut at the feeling. Its been way too long since I've jerked off, a week maybe, so I cant help the way my hand tugs greedily at my dick in hopes of release. I choose between slowing and quickening my pace, as I try to keep up with my current fantasy. Ashley is moaning my name as rides me roughly, forcing my hip deeper into her. I watch her perfect breast bounce and bite my lip when she sucks my finger into her mouth.
"Fuck, Ashley.…"
"I'm right here," she breathes and I'm not too sure if its my fantasy or reality. I then feel the bed deep from behind, and feel arms wrap around me as well. "Is it good?" Its a whisper to my ear, followed by the feel of her lips against my neck.
It makes me jerk harder.
"So good, Ash," I moan shamelessly. "You feel so good…"
"Oh, really? You think about me a lot, Spencer?"
"Fuck yeah…every night. I think about you every night…"
"Do you…. do this when you think about me? Do you touch yourself?"
"S-Some… sometimes. Fuck, I'm so close." My hand begins pumping wildly at my confession, which only seems to spur her on more. "I try not to, but I cant help it…"
"I'm glad," she urges on," I think about you too. I touch myself, pretend like its you…."
I jerk faster at words.
"You get me so wet too, Spencer. And make me cum so hard…."
Those last words are all its takes to make me explode.
"Fuck-shit…its coming! I'm…I'm cumming!" I come onto my pants , hard, with my hips jerking wilding as I ride out my orgasm. I fall into her when I finally come off my high, beyond spent, and look up at her with drunken eyes.
"I'm tired," I chuckle sleepily, yawning and blinking my eyes in an attempt to stay up.
"I can see that," she muses, bending down and kissing me soundly. "That was…..very hot and interesting to watch. But it looks like it took a lot out of. Do you want to take a nap with me?" I nod my head with a yawn and do my best to fix myself before crawling up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
*T.G.W.P*
"Nice Porn-Hub shoot, Bieber." Carmen teases, taking her seat next to me in Chemistry. It's the first time I've seen her yesterday, when Ashley and I decided to bless her with our risqué photo shoot. "So what's the deal, she finally bust it open for a real one or what?"
"Is that all you think about, Carmen?"
"Oh, excuse me miss, 'I'ma practically make a porno on my phone and send it my best friend. Then expect her not to bust my balls about it.' Like seriously dude? You're really gonna get all prudish on me now, after that? What gives, why you so sensitive all of a sudden?"
I don't say anything to her for a minute, which only serves to entice her already overactive imagination.
"Oh my god, she did, huh? She took your V-card!"
"She did not, okay? Jeeze, keep it down." I whisper-yell and she waves me off, unperturbed.
"Well then, what is it?"
"Its nothing really, I just….we're together…"
"Well I would hope so after all that skin she was flashing. So what happen then? Give me the deets!"
I want to tell her everything, every detail, but I know Carmen cant hold water. So instead I decide to tell her half the truth. I tell her how it happen, how she said she and her boyfriend broke it off, but I don't tell her about what happened after that.
She eats it up regardless and then proceeds to tell me how she knew it was going to happen, before going on to tell me about her day.
"So we bromancing today after the Soccer match? Or are you in the misses going to celebrate our victory with a slutty get away….?"
"I don't know, man. But can you please stop with the whole 'slutty' comments already? Its mad disrespectful…"
"Okay, bro, whatever. Just hit me up if you arent doing anything after. Aiden wants to celebrate at Olive Garden…."
"Yeah, we'll see…."
*T.G.W.P*
"Yo, good game, bro!" Aiden says again, dabbing me up outside the girls locker room. "Carmen says she's going to shower at home. That way she can just get dressed and all that in one go. Think ima do the same. But uh, we're trying to be there at six-thirty. So that gives us about an hour and a half….."
"Alright, sounds good. Ima just shower now. I hate being sweaty," I chuckle, wringing out my arms and shoulders. " I'll text Ash and let her know what's up though…"
"Alright, cool…..laters!"
Knowing that I'm the only girl in the locker room right now, I take utter satisfaction in being able to let myself strip completely nude and feel free. I don't have to hide when its just me and it's very….liberating knowing that.
"On for six-thirty," I text Ash, immediately receiving a "for sure" seconds later.
Paying close attention to the time, I slip on my shower shoes and head straight for the showers. I wash up quickly, but make sure I do it twice. Twice is always for good measure, and then head back to my locker. I don't bother with wrapping myself with a towel as I send another quick text to Ashley, since its only me in here, or so I thought.
"You know, its not really safe to wander around in the woods by yourself, Little. Red. Riding. Hood. Big bad wolf just might gobble you up…." Comes Madison's familiar voice from behind. Startled I turn quickly towards her voice. I'm in means to bark out some snarky reply, but I quickly decides to reframe on account of I'm butt ass naked.
"What do want," I stutter out embarrassed, turning my body in shame and suddenly forgetting where I threw my towel.
"Oh nothing, really. Just this," she feigns innocence, throwing the towel at my back. I see it hit the bench out of my peripherals and do my best to reach for it. "On second thought," she says, grabbing for the towel just as my hand is about to grasp it.
"Come on," I whine, feeling my skin getting hot under her scrutinizing gaze. "What's you're deal!?"
"So word around the school is that you and Ashley are now a thing..." She starts out, totally ignoring my previous question.
"Yeah, so…what's it to you?" I retort back, turning my head to meet her mean-mug head on.
"Its nothing to me really. You finally found a freak that's willing to love you for you. It's a beautiful love story by the way. I'm just trying to figure out how that works. How she or anyone for that matter could ever love a thing like you…" Her words cut deep, they always do, but I hold my ground despite it.
"You know what? Its not for you to understand, Madison. Some people choose to love others for their inside, not what's on the outside. What would you know about love anyway? You're too much of a bitch to let anyone love you…" I can help it, the words just come spewing out my mouth. I'm sure she'll kick my ass when I'm done, but I don't care. She's a bitch and I'm tired of her bullying me around. The last statement seems to have struck a cord. Rage flashes across her face before she quickly recovers. The only reason she's mad, is because it's the truth. She knows what I said to her three years ago, what I meant before she harshly rejected me and slandered my name for revenge. All because I'm a little different, because I don't fit into her perfect little world. "It's a shame after all these years, the only thing you know is hate, still." I continue, shaking my head as she slowly stalks forward. "I pity you. All I said-all I wanted was to just love you. And you ruined that, you ruined me…..!"
"I don't want your love. And I don't need your pity." She stalks closer, making me tense in anticipation of an attack. "What I want is to ruin you more. What I need is to destroy you…"
I'm about to retort, ask her why, but I'm immediately cut off when she shoves me into the locker rather hard. I wince mildly in pain when my bare front rubs harshly against the cool metal or the locker; I turn my body slightly, in hopes of swinging at her, but my movements are cut short again by another harsh shove into the locker. Only this time, her body is pressed into my back, so close that I can smell her perfume. Its intoxicating and dizzying at the same time. I curse myself for getting excited and briefly wonder why I just didn't go home and shower like everyone else?
"W-What…what the fuck are you?" Squirming at the feeling of her soft hands gliding against my back, I push back against her, trying to free myself from her and being wedged against the locker.
"I'm doing exactly what I said I wanted to do," she replies as if it's the most obvious thing. She's unfazed by my movements, if anything my resistance seems to entice her more. "I'm destroying you," she finally says, grasping my growing erection from behind, making me gasp in surprise. Utterly confused, I stop all movement of my hips, hoping that my lack in resistance might prevent whatever this is from happening.
"You might not be happy to see me, but somebody else is." She mocks against my skin, biting and sucking on it before tugging me relentlessly.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"S-Stop," I grit out, trying my best to fight off my excitement. This is wrong and just plain weird on so many levels. I've got Ashley and she's got Aiden, not only that but she hates my guts. So why, why is doing this?
"You don't listen well. I told you why," she comments as if she can read my mind. "I want to destroy you. Nothing more, nothing less. And so I shall…"
"N-no!" I moan out half-heartedly, bracing myself against the locker as she pumps me harder.
"You say no, but your body says. So why I fight it? Though I wouldn't even call this fighting. "Its said against my ear, with a light chuckle and lick for good measure. "For someone that says they want me to stop, you're not trying so hard to stop me." She taunts, proving her point more by stepping back slightly. "My whole weight hasn't even been on you this entire time. You could push me off at any minute. But you're not going to, because you like it. You like what I'm giving you. You like feeling helpless…" She tugs at me one last time before turning me around and dropping to her knees. "Admit it," she moans, rubbing me against her face. Its wrong, its so wrong, this whole situation, but I've never been so turned on in my life. "Tell me you like it." Its said with the tip of my dick pressed firmly against her open mouth.
"I-I don't," I rasp out as she gently licks and then blows on my mushroom head.
"Lair," is the only thing she says before she takes me into her mouth. The first suck is so hard and so deep that my hip arches off the locker and I just about die from sensory overload. She releases me more gently this time, before bobbing her head rhythmically; each time she swallows my base, I let out a gasp. "I bet you think about me doing this to you a lot, dont you?" I turn my head away in refusal to her words. My cheeks flush at my obvious shame and she takes the time to grab at my ass and force me deeper into her eager mouth.
"Tell me to stop," she says against my head. "Tell me to stop again, and I will…." My head is screaming for me to open my mouth, to say no, to say anything, but the only thing I manage is a low moan.
"That's exactly what I thought. Look, look me in the eye as I ruin you…" She growls this right before I teeth lightly grazing my skin; I look at her then, and pray that doesn't bite down on me. Her cheeks hollow when our eyes connect and I watch as she devours me, destroys me slowly with one long and very languid swallow. My head rolls back and I feel myself letting go in the back of her throat. She doesn't stop her abuse either when this happens, she just continues to suck. It literally feels as if she trying to suck the life out of me.
I slump to the ground after she gives one final lick, and I watch with half lidded eyes as she straightens herself.
"And this is me ruining you," she snaps a photo with her phone. "This is me destroying your perfect little happy world. Because you, your world of happiness, is an awfully dreadful thing…"
She walks off then, leaving me stuck and utterly confused at her irrational and erratic behavior.
"What the fuck?"
Its the only thing going through my mind during the ride home. I text Ashley in the other, informing them that I wasn't feeling well and wasn't going to make dinner reservations. There's no way I'm going to that dinner, not when there's a chance that crazy bitch might show up. Ashley calls me of course, to make sure I'm okay and even offers to skip dinner as well, but I quickly put a stop to that. I urge her to go, to enjoy herself, because there's no way that I can honestly look her in the face after something like that.
My night consists of restless thoughts, images of my earlier encounter, and still the only thing I can manage is what the fuck?
This chick hates me, hates my guts, so I can fathom her wanting to "destroy" me, as she put it. I get that, but what I don't get is her sucking me off, basically violating me.
"Like really, what the actual fuck?"
This is what my life will consist of for the next two weeks. With Madison hunting me down, violating me, and with me…. letting her. I'm not sure how she always seems to know where I'm going to be or how she manages to get ahold of me when no one is looking, but she does and it's always the same thing. She taunts me, pushes me around and then she devours me. She devours me and I let it happen, but I just don't know why.
I knock on her door, hoping to figure it out that very thing, but immediately regret it when I see her. She opens the door with a smirk already plaster on her face, as if she already knew I was coming, and regards me further with a preditorial like gleam in her eyes. I do my best to stare at her face and not look down at her choice of clothing, or lack there of I should say; she's wearing a very tight tank top, that shows her nipples straining through the fabric and a pair of very short athletic shorts.
"Why, Spencer….how nice it is to see you.." Its said in a sarcastic tone yet a little to cheerfully at the same time, I eye her warily. "I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time. I'm about to do some yoga. Would you like to join me?" She opens her apartment door wider, allowing me to look inside and I take notice to the fact that nobody seems to be home but her.
"Nah, fuck that!"
"Look, cut the crap," I say, ignoring her previous comment, "I don't want to come in. What I want is for you to leave me alone. Whatever game you're playing, I'm not interested. It needs to stop, now…."
"You sure that's what you want? Because I beg to differ." She's in my personal space now, whispering in my ear and unbuttoning the top button of my pants. I shut my eyes with tight lip and curse myself for having any reaction towards her. "You say you didn't come here for this. That I should stop, but yet your standing here in front of me with a hard on. You knew exactly what you were doing when you came here, Spencer. So don't front now. If you wanted me to stop, you could of easily had called and told me that. Just like you could easily tell Ashley or anyone for that matter, what's been going on. But you haven't. And I know you have my number. I've text you plenty of pics, if you've forgotten…?" She kisses me then, slow and precise, effectively ending my world as she grasps me in her hands.
"Id say you are a coward," she taunts against my lips. "But that's too easy. The fact is, you just enjoy it. You like my torture. You like what I give you, and you take it greedily. You want this, its as simple as that.."
I want to yell at her, scream that she's wrong but I cant. Deep down I know that she's right. She's continuously tortured and violated me, and I've done nothing about it. Truthfully I gave up fighting it the third day it happen in a row. I let her violate me because….I enjoy it. It's the only logical explanation. It makes me sick, but I cant help but love the feel of her hands, the sound of her harsh words against my lip and ear as she does nasty things to my body.
She's sick and I've been infected with her sickness.
"So I ask again, would you like to come in…." Completely shamed, I hesitate for a moment and inwardly hope she just pulls me into her so I wont have any other choice in the matter. But if there's anything I've learned from these past years of knowing Madison, of being humiliated by her, she's not going to fully give into your wants. No, she's going to make you pay, make you work for that little break. That's exactly what she's doing now, waiting for me to fold, waiting for me to give into her willingly.
She doesn't have to wait long, my resolve crushed, I smash my lips onto hers, only to be pushed back a second later.
"If you're choosing to stay, to accept my punishment. I think its important for me to be very clear and very honest with my intentions." She explains as she notices the look of confusion on my face. " I told you before that I wanted to ruin you, destroy you, and I have. Do not ask me why again. I'm telling you why right now. Because I am perfect and you are not. Because you are loved and I am not. And because I can, and I will continue to do so, if you let me. Stepping through this door, means that you accept all of this. That I am going to destroy you, piece by piece. And that you are going to like it. That you are going to want it. It means that I make the rules and you follow. Do you understand?"
She stops all movement of her hand, allowing me to think rationally for a second, or at least attempt to anyway. But she and I already know that any forms of rationalization flew out the window as soon as she laid her wicked hands on me
"I'm giving you a chance to change your mind. I'll stop if that's really what you want me to do? I'm just giving you an option, a choice. I will give you pain, but I will also give you something else. I'm offering you something with no strings, and no obligations. You just have to step through the door. You just have to want it. But just know that once you do cross this line, that's it. You are the one to blame, not me…."
I know what your thinking. That I should just get the hell out of here and be done with it, with her. That I should think about Ashley, like I already know I should. That by doing all these things, I can just have a fresh start. I can completely forget about this whole thing, walk away, and pretend like none of it ever happened.
The thing about pretending though, is that its so hard to do so, when you so clearly love the truth.
A/N: Damn, Spencer is a piece of shit lol I don't think I can really blame her though, Madison has always been the baddest in my eyes. I would lick every part of that girl smh.