My submissive-an evil angel

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I didn't see her for a while, after that. She took the next day off from school, and didn't come to stay over. When I asked Jamie about it, she said that Lucy had been sick after all, and she couldn't get out of bed. I thought that part might actually be true, she could have been in so much pain that she couldn't walk. I smiled at that image.

She didn't come over on Saturday, either. Instead Jamie visited her, hoping to cheer her up, or make her feel better. She suggested I join her, since Lucy and I were becoming closer recently, but I declined.

As the week went on, I didn't see her again, even at school. I didn't look for her, exactly, but it felt so rare not to see her at all these days. I didn't ask Jamie any more about her, either. I almost did a few times, but something in me hesitated. I was still conflicted about my feelings for her.

I thought about her constantly, remembering both why I hated her, and why I was starting to like her, all while trying not to picture her when I felt like jacking off. It was the strangest sensation. I'd had crushes before, what I thought was love at the time. Girls I watched from afar but never had he courage to approach, like many guys. I felt those same stupid feelings again, for Lucy. I thought about her smirk, her eyes, her wit. I also thought about how good it felt to hurt her, to watch her squirm in pain.

I became lost in my thoughts, ignoring my friends and school work. I tried to distract myself by staying online all the time, reading, or watching movies. But my thoughts always drifted back to her.

I stayed up for hours passed midnight almost every night, trying to think through my emotions half the time, and trying to forget them the rest. This is something I was usually good at, ignoring thoughts that made me uncomfortable, like homework I still had to finish, or if I thought that something was going to go badly, I could just make myself not think about. But this was too big, it was too much. I started falling a sleep in class, and I was tired all the time, just trying to understand what I was feeling, or to ignore it.

The next Friday I went to bed as soon as I got home from school. I was vaguely aware that there was something that I should be waiting for, but I'd pushed any thoughts of Lucy away. I was too sleep deprived and emotionally drained to care about what I'd forgotten.

That night, I jerked awake. I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was an hour after midnight, the bright, red 1:08 hurting my eyes. I sat up and held my head, trying to remember what had woken me.

There was a soft knock at the door. I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt panicked. I didn't know what to say to her. I turned on my lamp, jumping back in pain and surprise as the light burned into my eyes. I covered them with my arm and lay back in bed.

There was another knock, a little louder.

I didn't know what was going to happen, but I couldn't let her leave. I waited a few seconds, before saying;

"Yeah?"

Lucy entered almost shyly, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a grey t-shirt that fell just past her waist, barely covering her pink panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was weird how good she looked in just this, so casual, so...domestic, but still so erotic.