Chapter 21
Justin's POV:
You kept on rubbing Kylie's thigh, and she did a good work pretending like nothing was going on. After a while the waiter came back, and he took your orders. While everyone was talking, you sneaked your hand up the slit of Kylie's dress. Your hand made it's way up to her more private area, and that's when she reacted. She crossed her legs, so you wouldn't be able to do anything to her. "And what can I get for you?" the waiter asked her. Kylie looked down at the menu, and you squeezed her thigh, so she would uncross her legs. She bit her lip and Drew looked at her. "Is it still hurting?" Kylie nodded her head, and your grip got tighter and tighter by the second. And when she couldn't take it anymore, she reluctantly uncrossed her legs, giving you full access to her.
You tried to hide a smirk, and your fingers pushed her lingerie to the side. You were the only one that noticed how her whole body language changed, because you were the only one who knew what was going on. You could tell how she got nervous, and how her heart started to beat faster. Her voice became unsteady as she spoke, but she managed to control herself and get it back to it's normal steady tone. And when she seemed like she had everything under control, you thrusted two of your fingers inside of her, causing her to let out a painful groan, and move around in her seat. As you thought, she was a virgin. Otherwise this wouldn't hurt as much. "Kylie what's wrong?" Drew asked, and you could tell he was worried. "It hurts." she whispered, as you kept pumping your fingers in and out of her. "What hurts?" he asked, and put his hand over her cheek. "Is it your stomach?"
She knew she had to stick to her lie, so she nodded her head, and bit her lip. You were surprised that she managed to control herself. You kept pumping your fingers in and out, and suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. "I.. I'm so sorry." she started, and stood up, causing your fingers to slip out of her. She fixed her dress and ran her hand through her hair. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked. And you heard it in her voice, that she was on the edge of crying. The waiter pointed towards the bathroom and Kylie nodded her head, before she headed of in that direction. Drew stood up, to go after her. "Drew, I'll go okay?" Stella said, and stood up. Drew looked at her and slowly nodded his head. "Okay."
Stella smiled at him, and took her purse. "Okay." she said, before walking towards the bathroom. Everyone was looking after them, confusion written all over their faces. "What the hell is going on?" Jason asked, confusion filling his voice. You took a napkin and wiped of your fingers. "I have no idea. Girls you know." you said, lying them straight to their face.
Kylie's POV:
You hurried into the women's bathroom, and that's when you allowed yourself to cry. You felt dirty, because of what Justin did to you. Did this count as rape? Because you sure felt like you were getting raped. He had touched you on places no one was supposed to touch you. You couldn't just stand there, so you walked in to one of the booths, and locked the door behind you. You leaned back against the door, and started crying uncontrollable. "Kylie?" you heard Stella calling. "Yes?" you mumbled, but it was loud enough for her to hear. "Sweetheart where are you?" You turned around, and took a deep breath. Get yourself together Kylie. Stop crying, calm down. You opened the door and looked her in the eyes. "Honey, look at you." she whispered.
Yeah, look at me. I'm dirty. I don't want to go out there, he will do it again, help me. You wanted to tell her everything, but you knew you couldn't. "What's wrong, are you having cramps?" You nodded your head. "It hurts like a bitch." you whispered. She laughed slightly and smiled. "Well it's okay to cry over that. Sometime I lay in my bed and I can't even sit up because of cramps. But guys don't understand that. Do you need any painkillers?" You smiled faintly. "No thank you, I took some before we left." you lied her straight to her face. And you felt horrible, but you couldn't exactly tell her what Justin had done to you. "Are you sure?" she asked. You nodded your head and smiled. "Yes I'm sure." you answered. Stella nodded her head. "Okay, we got to fix your make up." she said, and placed her purse next to the sink.
