"Not Equal"
Author's Note: I usually don't write stories like this though I love reading them. Hope you like it. Please review.
"Can I have one?" She asks him sitting down beside him. Silently he hands her a cigarette and his lighter. She frowns, getting jealous. She knows he lit Marissa's with his own. Figures he would treat Marissa differently. After all she, herself, meant nothing to him. She was nothing but a means to relieve himself. She wasn't fragile and refused to let a stupid boy break her. She wasn't vulnerable like Marissa. She let him take her hard and rough and violently. She ached for it but would never tell him. He didn't need to know that. Speaking about it would only diminish what little they had.
She tilted her head in the direction of the pool house, asking him. He nodded and stood, offering her his hand. She accepted and let him help her to her feet. She figured he owed that much. They made their way to the bathroom. Once inside his whole demeanor changed. He grabbed her roughly shoving her against the wall. Putting both hands on the wall on either side of her, he kissed her. Hard. She knew she would be bleeding and bruised after this, but it was worth it. He rubbed and felt and pinched not bothering to ask her what she wanted. He already knew. He pushed her skirt up above her hips, and yanked her panties down. The only compassion he offered was a brief smile before he took her.
Afterwards they repositioned their clothes, straightened their hair, and headed back to the others as if it never happened. After all, according to him, it never did.
Author's Note: I usually don't write stories like this though I love reading them. Hope you like it. Please review.
"Can I have one?" She asks him sitting down beside him. Silently he hands her a cigarette and his lighter. She frowns, getting jealous. She knows he lit Marissa's with his own. Figures he would treat Marissa differently. After all she, herself, meant nothing to him. She was nothing but a means to relieve himself. She wasn't fragile and refused to let a stupid boy break her. She wasn't vulnerable like Marissa. She let him take her hard and rough and violently. She ached for it but would never tell him. He didn't need to know that. Speaking about it would only diminish what little they had.
She tilted her head in the direction of the pool house, asking him. He nodded and stood, offering her his hand. She accepted and let him help her to her feet. She figured he owed that much. They made their way to the bathroom. Once inside his whole demeanor changed. He grabbed her roughly shoving her against the wall. Putting both hands on the wall on either side of her, he kissed her. Hard. She knew she would be bleeding and bruised after this, but it was worth it. He rubbed and felt and pinched not bothering to ask her what she wanted. He already knew. He pushed her skirt up above her hips, and yanked her panties down. The only compassion he offered was a brief smile before he took her.
Afterwards they repositioned their clothes, straightened their hair, and headed back to the others as if it never happened. After all, according to him, it never did.
