A/N: Hello loves! So happy to see a good reception from the first chapter! Thank you to all who followed/faved/reviewed - keep doing it and being amazing! Here's the second installment! Hope you all enjoy! XOXOX!

Chapter 1

Ever since she was little, Bloom knew that she was different from all the other girls.

It wasn't obvious at first, not when she was small. Bloom grew up like every other girl. She was an only child who lived in a cozy little town called Gardenia, raised by two wonderful parents who loved and cared for her with all their hearts. She wanted for nothing, and her life was absolutely perfect.

It wasn't until she reached puberty that things changed for the worst.

First, it was her body. At age ten, she was the first amongst her classmates to develop breasts, and they didn't. Stop. Growing. Each year, they moved up a cup size until they were so large that she practically begged her mother for reduction surgery (of course, her mother refused). At age thirteen, her ass decided to grow as well, bubbling out so far that she was able to balance soda bottles on the perfectly round globes. Her waist pinched in, her lips plumped out, and her legs went on for miles.

Then, it was subtler things. Around the same time her ass started growing, her body started producing a scent, her own perfume that smelled both sweet and spicy. Her voice became lower, much more sultry in tone. She noticed that, unlike her classmates, she never really had acne problems, or any kind of health problem. She never got her period either, something that concerned her doctor greatly. Bloom didn't mind that one too much - she had no one to have children with anyway.

Long story short, she looked like a porn star. And she hated it. Mostly because of all the negative attention it brought her.

The boys in school tormented her, cat calling and whistling at her in the halls. Some dared to smack her ass when she passed by. Others shouted lewd comments about where they could stuff her and how she could put her body to good use. She'd tried to go to the teachers for help, but they were just as bad, the women scorning her for her body and the men ogling her like all the rest of the boys.

The girls would whisper about her behind her back, calling her a slut and a whore. They warned her to stay away from their boyfriends, knowing how their eyes wandered when Bloom passed them by. They were fueled by a jealous rage that they could not look like she did, and that was the only thing that gave Bloom solace during the schooldays. She had no friends to help her or lend a sympathetic ear. She had no one to protect her.

Until Andy came around.

The day he came up to her in the hallway, she expected harassment. Instead, he asked her what the algebra homework was for that day and if she wanted to grab lunch with him. At first she was confused; no guy had ever been so genuinely nice to her before, but she went along anyway. If he ended up being a jerk, she could just run away. Instead, Andy was true to his word and only wanted lunch. Bloom found out that he was new to town, having just moved there from across the country. He was kind and funny, an aspiring musician, and for the first time, Bloom felt like she had made a connection with someone.

When he asked her out a few weeks later, she was over the moon. Bloom jumped into his arms, crying "yes" over and over again while he laughed. He didn't quite understand her enthusiasm. It took her a few months to fully open up to him. He wiped away all of her fears, assuring her that she could be both beautiful and a worthwhile person and that everyone who said otherwise would have to deal with him.

It was then that Bloom realized that she could seriously be falling in love.

They spent their days curled up together on the couch, watching TV and not saying anything at all. They spent their nights at his garage, Bloom watching and listening to his band play for hours on end. They spent the a.m. hours lying on the grass, staring up at the stars and talking about their futures - their deepest fears and closest-kept dreams.

For six months, they were blissfully happy. For six months, Andy was the most important part of Bloom's sixteen-year-old life.

After six months, Andy wanted more.

It wasn't like he was demanding that she sleep with him, but she could see the tension in his eyes when he approached her, asking if she was comfortable taking their relationship to the next level. He knew that Bloom was hesitant given all the teasing and harassment she received from her body, but he was only a man. He had needs, and those needs were becoming harder and harder to suppress, especially with a girlfriend who looked like Bloom did. Bloom understood, and she was grateful that Andy was restraining himself, giving her the time and space she needed in their relationship. She knew that he had been patient with her. She knew he deserved to be rewarded.

And that was how she found herself half naked in Andy's bedroom, lying provocatively on his bed, waiting for him to return home. She'd snuck inside while he was out, using the spare key he'd given her for emergencies. She wanted to make the moment special, taking her time to light a few candles, to clean up around the messy space, and to put on her best lingerie - not that she owned much in the first place. Andy was her only boyfriend. He would be her first time.

It was always surprising when people found out she was a virgin. Some of her classmates didn't believe it, given how she looked. But it was true. The furthest she'd ever gone was a blowjob, which she performed on two different guys behind the bleachers on the football field. They weren't fond memories, mostly because the guys got weirdly clingy during and after they were done. They kept calling her "my queen" and other strange names that she didn't like. It was creepy, so she never talked to those guys again afterwards. A few days later, that strange daze wore off and they were back to calling her a slut.

Andy wasn't like that though. He would be sweet and gentle. He would take the time to pleasure her, to hold her hand and drop kisses on her forehead like he did when she made him laugh. Just the thought made her a bit breathless, sighing at her own fantasies that wouldn't be fantasies after tonight.

Bloom was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She quickly turned on the music she'd selected for the night and positioned herself back diagonally on the bed, lying on her side, making sure her hair was falling over one shoulder and her cleavage was just right. She was finished preparing just as Andy walked through the door, immediately dropping his guitar case on the floor when he realized his room was occupied.

"Babe..." Andy gasped like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. His eyes immediately darkened as he took her in, and it made shivers run down Bloom's spine. "Wh-what's this?"

"You've been so good to me," Bloom tried to say sexily, leaning over on her stomach, beckoning him over to the bed. He stumbled forward, only stopping when his knees ran into the bed frame. "It's about time I was good to you."

"You...you don't have to do this if you don't want to..." Andy stuttered, though the look in his eyes and the pained expression on his face from forcing his arms to his sides said otherwise. It was killing him, to keep himself from touching her, and Bloom found his restraint sweet. Unnecessary, but sweet.

"But I want to."

Bloom smiled and kneeled on the bed, pulling Andy by the collar of his shirt into a kiss. He yelped in surprised, which turned into a moan of pleasure as he molded his body into hers, his hands fisting into her messy red hair. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting her head to get a better angle, deepening the kiss. When they finally had to break for air, Andy's cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen red. Bloom smirked at her handiwork, seeing him so disheveled just because of her making her feel proud.

They both fell back on the bed, Bloom's head falling against the pillow with a soft thud. She giggled as Andy kicked off his shoes, pulling off his t-shirt in a hurry. His skin was smooth and clear, the color of cream, and all she wanted to do was run her hands all over it. So she did, palms running up and down thin yet solid planes. Andy's hands mimicked her actions, trailing patterns up and down Bloom's skin. His hands kept going lower and lower, just brushing over the lace of her panties, and her vision temporarily blacked out.

When it returned however, Bloom was seeing things a little differently. Everything was sharper, clearer. She could not just feel but see the lust rolling off of Andy in waves. It drove her crazy, how good he looked with his hair messed up and his skin flushed with pleasure. He looked positively ravishing, and she just had to have him. So she flipped them both over, pinning Andy beneath her with a strength she didn't even know she possessed.

"Whoa, babe," Andy shouted, surprised by the sudden shift in position.

She didn't know where this need to dominate was coming from, but she needed to be in control. She needed to have him on his back. She needed to ride him like her life deepened on it, to feel him come apart beneath her. It was something instinctual, something primal rising from deep within her.

Bloom only smiled deviously at Andy before she pulled down his pants and briefs together, releasing his erection. Andy groaned as Bloom yanked his pants off his ankles, taking his erection in her hand. He was hot and hard in her palm, the smooth skin veiny and rippled and absolutely delectable. She couldn't resist, leaning down and licking a stripe all the way from tip to shaft. Andy's hips stuttered upward, gasping as she nuzzled into the hollow of his pelvis, taking in the musk of his scent. She kissed her way across his groin until her lips found the head of his cock, already flushed purple and oozing precome. He tasted just as good as he smelled as she swallows him down in one fell swoop. She worked him until she had him clamoring on the edge, his hands pulling at her hair, his hips thrusting to take him in deeper. Her gag reflex was nonexistent, his cock ramming into the back of her throat with ease.

That made the blowjob boring. She was tiring of sucking him, so she pulled off Andy with an obscene pop of her lips. He whimpered at the loss of the wet heat of her mouth, but Bloom didn't care. She was too busy rubbing her clit now, trying to slick herself for the main course. She didn't care that she was still wearing her lingerie, that her stockings and panties were still in the way. She was going to take him regardless, and Andy quickly picked up on that.

"Babe, slow down...we don't have protection," Andy groaned, trying to grasp at Bloom's hips, but she smacked his hands away, snarling in protest.

In a matter of seconds, she ripped through the nylon stockings, shoved the crotch of her panties to the side, and sunk down onto Andy's cock. The feeling of him stretching her out and filling her up was the best feeling in the world. She didn't feel any pain, not even a twinge of discomfort as she settled down on his pelvis and started rocking back and forth. Andy's head fell back onto the pillows, his mouth wide open in a silent "o" as Bloom rode him. She tried to start off slow, she really did, but as the pleasure built, her pace became faster and brutal. Her muscles were burning with all the exerted effort, and Andy's face had become pinched, like he was feeling more pain than pleasure.

"Babe...babe let me..." Andy failed to get the words out, reaching out for Bloom.

"Don't touch me!" Bloom commanded, rubbing her clit furiously. She needed to do this herself. Only she had the ability to get herself off. She didn't know how she knew this, but she knew that the idea of Andy touching her made her skin crawl.

"Babe...you gotta..." Andy breathed, trying again to reach out to her. Bloom was annoyed. Couldn't he get the picture? She was so close...

"Bloom?" he asked, his voice weak. He looked horrified, his eyes wide with fear instead of pleasure.

Immediately, Bloom stopped moving, but it was too late to stop Andy's orgasm. His hips arched up off the bed, stuttering as he came deep inside Bloom, her thighs pressed tightly to his sides so he couldn't pull out. The feeling was nothing short of euphoric, the energy that pulsed through Bloom's body soaring her to a new kind of high better than any kind of orgasm. It was the feeling that pushed her over the edge as well, squirting a waterfall of juices all over their joined bodies.

When she finally came down off her high, Bloom realized that something was terribly wrong.

Andy's skin was pale white, his lips turning blue as Bloom's body milked his orgasm, like her pussy was sucking all the life out of him through his cock. She could see the veins through his skin, his temple throbbing. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breath uneven.

"Andy..." Bloom reached down to feel his forehead, but he flinched at her touch. She tried to find his pulse, but it was erratic and thready.

She was panicking now, her hands shaking as she looked around the room, trying to find anything that could possibly help the situation. She didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what had happened!

In her panic, she didn't notice that Andy had gone still, his chest not moving. When she looked back down at him, his eyes vacant and glass, she fought the urge to scream. When she reached for his neck, she couldn't feel a pulse. His body was growing colder and colder by the second, yet her thighs would not release him.

"Andy!" she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she started pounding on his chest, attempting CPR to revive the only guy who had ever really loved her.

But it was useless. Andy was gone, and she couldn't do anything about it.

In the end, everyone chalked it up to a freak accident.

Andy's family had a history of cardiac problems, and the coroner determined that the only plausible explanation was that his heart simply gave out under the exertion. Bloom was too devastated to be mortified. The only guy she had ever loved, the only one to love her in return, had died because of her. Even though everyone, including Andy's parents, told her it wasn't her fault, she couldn't help but feel guilty. They weren't there when it happened. They didn't see how she became someone else...weren't there to witness how she'd pretty much used and abused Andy for her own purposes. And then there was that giant rush of energy that coursed through her as Andy was breathing his last...

It couldn't all just be coincidence.

From that day forward, Bloom swore off of both sex and love. Sex was dangerous, and love was even more so. Not that it was hard to avoid. The whole school knew what had happened, and on top of the usual torment, she now had to deal with remarks of her "killer pussy" and the side glares and jibes of "freak" and "murderer". A particularly hellish girl named Mitzi made herself the president of the "Let's Hate on Bloom Club", making it her goal to ruin every second of Bloom's miserable life. The only solace Bloom got were her afternoons spent in Gardenia Park with her bunny Kiko.

A few months later, it was there in the park where Bloom's life changed for the second time.