Red

"Stay away from her." Mothers say to their little childeren.
"Watch out for her." Boys say to eachother.
"You better don't say something wrong to her." Girls say to eachother.
As I walk by in my black ribbed jeans, grey band merch and leather jacket. My hair as dark as my clothes. My winged eyeliner on point and my lips just as dark.
I didn't care about what people said about me. I know that the right people will see the good things in me.

But that one guy. That one guy that makes me uncomfortable just by a simple smile. Me as the rebel from the little town I live, get's shy by the dorky boy. That guy that always wears the wrong size clothes. Has a fringe and is always silent.

I knew he was made afraid of me by the other people from my class. But our teacher got us together. Because we were the complete opisite. I had to make him talk more and he had to keep me silent. It didn't work out.

For the first time in ages I was on time. I was one of the first to take a seat in the classroom. I sat down in the place Michael usualy sits, because I wanted to look out the window. The door got smashed open. The guy that usualy wore oversized clothes and had a blonde fringe was now dressed in black skinny jeans with a black and white t-shirt. He also dyed his hair black. He dropped a sigarete on the floor and took a seat next to me. Letting his leather backpack fall on the ground.
I felt my mouth fell open.

"You look great." I said.
"Thanks, babe." I looked confused. He didn't make eyecontact. 'Babe?' It sounded nice the way he said it tough. But why did he change? His goodboy look made me want him, because I was hurt by badboys before. But badboys just do it better.

I sat back in my chair like I always did. Michael did the same thing and got his chair closer to mine. He didn't seem that shy anymore. As class started I fell his hand on my leg. He squeezed it. Moving up his hand as class almost ended. Letting his hand slide between my tighs. Making me nervously sit up.
'What was he doing?' I asked myself. I was completly confused by his actions.

...

The school day just ended. I passed the toilets as I got roughly pulled out of all the people. I let my body fell against Michael. He dragged me into the mens toilet room. Closing the door behind him.
"I like your change." I said. I got my bag onto the ground and did my hair in the mirror.
"Elle you make my heart pount faster than it should."
I walked up to Michael. Making him a little nervous.
"Good." I said close to his lips. If he only knew I had a crush on him for a long time.
He grabbed the backside of my neck and kissed me. I got my hands to his jeans. Slowly opening up his jeans. I finaly did something I was daydreaming of since I met him.
I grabbed his bulge through his jeans. He was for sure bigger than I expected him to be.

"You like badgirls don't you?" I said stopping the kiss.
"Mikey what's wrong?" I opened the button of his skinny jeans, teasing him a little.
"You're huge." I said touching his lips. I started to leave love bites from his chin down to his neck.
"Oh yes." He moaned out.
"What would you like me to do Clifford?"
He couldn't get out any words as I roughly pulled down his pants and underwear.
"I'll make you choose something."
I grabbed his with my right hand. Going up and down roughly and fast. making his head fall back against the door.
"Look down." I made his dissapear in my mouth.
I letted him go without feeling.
"Common!" He breathed out.
"It felt so good."

"What do you want me to do?" I stand up in front of him. Getting my leather jacket off and pulling up my shirt. Letting him stare at my red laced bra. He grabbed the top of my jeans and pulled me closer.
"You make me so hard." He dirty talked.

// The end of my smut book!! I'll be changing typos and stuff... but so far it's now completed I hope you liked it the next one will be updated really soon.//