The forbidden fruit

trapped in his arms

I'm sitting in the canteen, Marc has his arm around me. I feel suffocated in his company, I know I should love him, but it's so hard when Emma, ​​makes me so eager for her.I feel dependent on her, on the things she does to me, how she never really kisses me, but goes straight to the point, I'm so eager for her.I see something out of the corner of my eye. I stiffen, feeling the wet remnants of my flower against my thighs. It's Emma. And she's heading towards us. Fuck, I think. I can not control my desires when Emma is near me, I turn into a wild animal in a deep, dark forest. And it does not work that Marc sees me like that. BECAUSE HE KNOWS I DON'T BEHAVE BEING LIKE THIS HERE WHEN I AM WITH HIMI can feel a single drop of sweat on my temple as Emma gets closer. What does she want with me? She makes me so confused, but once she touches me it disappears instantly and everything in the world felt perfect. Marc is cute, but it can not be compared at all.

Emma sits down next to Marc and caresses his arm as she caressed my thighs and my flower earlier. I feel the Jealousy slowly take over my thoughts. I do not follow the conversation at all anymore. I can not think clearly.Where does Emma dare to play with my emotions that way? I really thought we had something magical together, but maybe not? I can feel my hands start to shake. Where could she? After all we've been through together ?? I can 't handle this anymore. I can not sit and watch while Emma affectionately caresses Marc's muscular, yet pale, upper arm. As if through a fog, I catch Marc looking worriedly at me. But before he can say anything, I get up abruptly, give Emma a poisonous look, and trot out of the canteen. I go down the halls to find a place to be in peace, but the thought of being with Emma for the next hour is too much, I walk out of the front door and goes all the way home. WOW. I've never dropped out of school before, I'm a good girl... But Emma does... something about me. She's changing me. I can not think clearly.

I open my front door and throw my bag in the hallway, the dark green walls reflected in the large mirror that hangs over the dresser. I look at myself for a brief moment, but am immediately repulsed by my reflection.I actually thought my mom would be home today, but she's not to be seen anywhere. She has to work too much, so she is rarely home and when she has finally come home, she quickly opens one of the wine bottles that is in the old cupboard in the kitchen and even though she really only wants to drink a glass, it quickly becomes to more.She never really takes time for me, she probably feels lonely and the thought of spending time with family reminds her of my dad and how he was never there for us.

I go upstairs and into my room. I throw myself heavily in bed and sigh... Emma. I can not get her out of my head, but she make me so confused...I do not even know if I like her that way, girls have never told me anything sexual before? But there's just something about her, about the way she looks at me, that makes me feel so damn dependent on her.I sit up quickly, the thought of what happened today is the only thing I can think of, on her and her tongue, how she made me feel like I could control the whole world, because when I can feel her close to me I feel invincible, as if we were just created for each other. I've never tried anything like it and it's not because I'm in love with Emma, I'm in love with Marc, but she's just so special.

I feel the urge to touch the flower, it springs and my hand is drawn towards it, I feel like feeling what I felt earlier when Emma touched me.I open my pants and let my hand fall into place, my index and middle finger running around in a circular motion on the flower bud while I feel the pleasure slowly take over my body.It's nothing compared to when Emma did it, but it's still nice, some time passes and I slowly let my hand move further down and into me.I think of her meanwhile, I think of all the things she has done to me and all the things she could do.I AM ABOUT COMING, I AM COMING SO HARD !!! but is interrupted

"Céline, there is food". Shit, I had not heard at all that she had come home. I hear my mother's voice and quickly pull my drenched hand out of my pants and wipe it off in my sweater. It was close. I take a deep breath to get my THINKING body in place, and get up from bed. My legs shake as I walk down the dining room.'