A 17 year old girl living her life of tragedy and death at every corner. Her moms not around and her dads dead. She has older brothers and a little brother who is her world. Boys are chasing after her and men are trying to claim her. People are dyin...
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"Dammmiiiaaannnnn.....babyyy....there you are..." she say lovingly and happy
"Hey Sexy....." he says grabbing her ass pulling her into him tightly and kissing her
This the most disturbing and the most disgusting thing ever how the hell would he even kiss that fucking slutty bitch. They continue sucking and swallowing each other's faces. "GROSS...." I said in out loud not realizing I said it out loud till
"Excuse me bitch...but...ummm... if u gots a problem... you could go somewhere else. I mean I understand that your jealous of my relationship cuz your just a pathetic little bitch who will end up alone foreva." Keyannah slyly replied smirking as Damiann rubs her ass.
"I mean it's not the first time you've been jealous of me and tried to to get wit my boyfriends...well..now ex-boyfriends...she replies being a smart ass with a huge smile
"You know what I just wish you would just admit that your jealous of me... everybody sees it...I don't get how you don't" she says as her eyes light up
" Keyannah, I wonder what goes on in your head. I really don't understand how you even manage to even make it to the 11th grade with the amount of brains cells you have. I mean I bet the only thing you know is how to do is give top and open your legs. I mean your so good at opening your legs that you probably forgot that you can open other things besides your legs. I don't even think you even know any useful education wise besides sex. I just think its funny how you say I'm jealous of you when many of your ex boyfriends....well actually all of them only used you for sex then as soon as something or someone better came along you never existed after that. I mean am I right or am I wrong. Keyannah I don't care if you tell everyone and anyone that Im jealous of you cause in all honesty i have no concern or jealousy for a slut who doesn't even respect herself let alone have a guy respect her." And with that I left swaying my hips heading to my first period as she stood in astonishment.
7 periods later....
I walk out of my other classes and into the hallway to stop at my locker... since it's my free period I'm just going to try and waste time.
Going through my bag grabbing all my binders, folders and books neatly putting them away in my bag. I started feeling strong arms wrap around my waist, a hand slowly moving towards my crotch and one slowly moving toward my breast. I try not to moan feeling all this excitement and a bulge creeping up and touching my ass then I remembered that I don't know who is touching me or whose big bulge is being pressed into me.I elbowed whoever was behind me but they didn't flinch then I swung my leg backwards hard and far enough to cause the person to let go and drop on the floor. I turn around and to see an injured "DAMIANN"
"Yyeeeaaahhh...." he said in pain
" what the hell is wrong with you" I whisper shouted being that classes are going on and I didn't want to alert the hall monitor and get a citation.
"I'm horny ass fuck and what your wearing is not helping at all" he said lustfully yet still pain laced in his voice
" Are you serious you are disgusting and if you didn't know or remember the conversation I had with your play thing that I'm not that type of girl" I retorted
Damiann stands up taking a few seconds to aid to his junk and I guess make it better...I don't know I'm not a guy I don't know how it works.
"Well I bet you are you just don't know it yet. I see the way you look at me. You want me as much as I want you."
Shocked by his words I consider what he said was true but then I thought that he is trying to get in my head so he can get in my pants.
" Look just because I have a very high Libido level don't mean I'm anything like that slut you call your girlfriend."
" Shes not my girlfriend she's just my play thing for when I get bored because I know she's easy. But I do want you tho and the fact that your challenging me is not going to help you. Matter of fact it's doing the opposite and is making it harder for me to avoid you."
He steps closer and I step backwards. He closes the distance as soon as my body hits the lockers. He smiles a devilish smirk walking closer to me closing the distance. I go to push him away with one hand but he grabs it and grabs the other wrapping his big hand around my small hands in his. He leans down to my neck planting soft kiss causing me to moan as I feel the hickeys form on my neck. His other hand grabs my waist pulling it closer to his bulging pelvic area. He moves his hand down to my ass giving it a rough yet relaxing squeeze. Then up my back moving his hand up my shirt. Moving to massage my breast slowly. My moans are getting uncontrollably and unbelievably louder. I try to pull my hand away so I can grab his hair and pull him closer to me and my mouth. He kisses up my neck to the corners of my mouth. The anticipation is killing me making me want him more to the point where lighting myself on fire seems painless then the pain I feel right now. He moves over so that his lips are hovering over my lips and one lip movement and his and my lips would touch. He looks down at my lips ready to devour me. I close my eyes moving forward to meet his. But I don't feel nothing. I go to open my eyes to see a sexy and annoying smirk fill his face.
"I told you Imma get you and I will have you. I'm getting close. Just know soon or later Imma get it." He smiles pecking my cheek and leaving me astonished and un content.
"What is wrong with me" I groan
"Hey!!!, who's there...?, I can here you" said the hall monitor
"Shhooot!!!!, I'd love to stick around...wait da fuck no I wouldn't....hahha" I whispered laughed. Filling the halls, the sound of my shoes click,clacking against the floor as I flee from the hall monitor in a hurry.
