Fiona

She yelled gratitude to her boyfriend with an appreciative profanity before enjoying a tidal wave of ecstasy, sweeping from her clit and engulfing her entire body.

Fiona breathlessly mewed as she climaxed; several ripples of lust followed as the teenager rode every crest of the powerful waves overwhelming her aroused soul.

She took a few deep breaths and opened her eyes, sated and satisfied; she smiled into the empty room and took a deep breath. What she wouldn't give for a room for her friends being real and not a fantasy.

* * * * *

Kathryn bounced the netball in front of a pensive Fiona. "What ya thinking?"

The young lady tapped her fingers on the book on her knees and looked up at her friend standing in her light. "Nuttin'"

"Bollocks," Kathryn cried and sat down on the small outside bench alongside her friend. "You've been up and down and ...."

"Do you blame me?" Fiona spat.

"No, of course not." She looked at the blonde girl and bit her lip. "But you don't talk to me much and ..."

"I'm fine."

"Sure," Kathryn muttered and whistled as she idly looked around the historic courtyard of their imposing school. "Heard Annabelle's been packed off to a religious school." Her eyes focused on a figure carved into their stone building. "Mind you, they probably do the birch there, and she'll love that." Kathryn gulped and looked at Fiona's hands clenched into fists. "She might find God and ..."

"Is there a point to this?"

"Yes, is that figure up there a dragon or a griffin, I've never noticed that before."

Fiona sighed and snapped her book shut with an audible clap that echoed around the two girls. "You're taking the ..."

"I heard your parents are coming down," Kathryn interrupted as Fiona got up from the bench. "And that they want to take you out of the school. You leaving?"

Fiona turned away from her friend and shrugged towards the ground. "I don't know," she muttered. "Too many people think I'm not coping too well."

"You're not exactly letting out your emotions, are you?"

"That's my choice," came the fierce response. Fiona spun on her trainers and glared at her room-mate. "There's no-one to speak to. No-one I can trust."

Kathryn rolled the ball down her thigh and shrugged. "Well if you decide you can trust me, I'll listen to you."

Fiona watched as the sporty girl got up from the bench, throwing the ball into the air and catching it. "I didn't mean it like that," Fiona called but Kathryn just chuckled and waved with her back to her friend.

"Then prove it," Kathryn demanded as she left the courtyard.

* * * * *

Fiona tapped the desk with Kathryn's magazine open in front of her; it was a lot of money to pay but she knew it could be worth it. Her bank statement lay next to her and she calculated some numbers on the statement and returned to her blank piece of paper.

It was a lot of money.

Fiona looked behind her as Kathryn entered the room. "Oh, hiya," she called and threw her books on the adjacent desk. "Principal said there's been a phone call for you."

"Right," Fiona muttered, absent-mindedly; her focus remaining on the pages in front of her eyes.

"Yeah, oh, and that fit young gardener's apparently been having one of the chef's daughters down to the shed for a bit of after-hours fun. Everyone's talking about it but according to Tamsin there was a fight with knives and everything."

"Great," Fiona murmured. She crossed out a couple of figures on the page and rubbed her nose thoughtfully.

"And then the gardener pulled out a giant beanstalk he'd been growing and smacked the chef over the head, who threw some magic bean stew over the dirty plant molester. The gardener disappeared into a puff of smoke and is now hiding with Elvis, Lord Lucan and the Loch Ness Monster."

"Really?" Fiona mumbled and screwed up her face. "What?"

"You OK?" Kathryn asked. "I know what you said last night and ..."

"Yeah fine, just wondering."

"Ahh that. The revenge. You buying it?"

Fiona took a deep breath and tapped her desk. "Yeah," she replied and started making out a cheque for over a hundred pounds to a company she had never heard of before.

Chapter VIII

"So how is it?"

"It's fine," Fiona snapped. "Stop fussing. And you've asked me this a dozen times. Kathryn's fine, I've been interviewed by the police again and have another chat booked next week."

"Chat?"

"Well whatever. Kathryn's made me go." She put her hands on his hips and pulled him towards her but Greg resisted. "What's wrong now?"

"It's ... too soon."

"What's too soon?"

"This," he muttered. "You were attacked last week and ... well, you know ..."

"No, I don't know," Fiona spat and shifted her weight onto the other foot as Greg deliberated. "What?"

"You were ... it's too soon. I don't want to ... you know." His eyes fell to the floor and she crossed her arms. "I'd be taking advantage."

"Don't be stupid."

"I mean it."

"Gregory Hollands. If you don't stop being a silly old woman I shall ... I shall ... I shall do something very nasty."

"Fiona, don't you ever stop to think what happened to you?"

"All the bloody time," Fiona hissed and pushed Greg against his bedroom wall. "All the time, Greg. That's why one night, I want to not think about it."

Greg gulped. "But you can't pretend it never happened."

"I don't want to pretend it never happened, I just want to get on with my life. And that means not letting it get the better of me." Her eyes dropped to the floor and she clenched her fists. "Every night I've had a nightmare," she admitted. "And every day there's been something to remind me. Mum and Dad want me to go home and I just don't want to." She ran her hands over her boyfriend's chest and sighed. "I feel safe here with you and I am here because I want to be here with you."

"But love ..." Greg started in a demulcent tone.

"I'm not your love," Fiona snapped. "Stop calling me that."

"OK, but ..."

"No Greg. If I let them change me, they win." She crossed her arms and scowled at him. "Now I want a sex life, I've always had a sex life, why should I let some nasty little cunts tell me what I can and can't do with my body?" Greg sniffed, staring into the defiant eyes of his girlfriend. A tear formed and slowly rolled down her cheek and he wiped it away. "Please, can we just go back to normal?"

Greg swallowed noisily. "What's normal? Where you get annoyed with me for showing concern?" Fiona clenched her fists and closed her eyes, growling in frustration.

"No. I don't mind you showing concern. It's the ... you're not my parent."

"No, I'm your boyfriend ..." He stared into her expression for a few moments, half-expecting his lover to interrupt him but no words were forthcoming. "... so I'm allowed to worry about you. And I'm allowed to have feelings for you. And ..."

"You're not allowed to love me, we agreed," Fiona demanded. "Absolutely not."

"No," Greg admitted, his eyes falling to the floor. He took a deep breath and held out his hand to Fiona. "I'm not sure I really fancy sex now," he admitted in a murmuring voice. "I think we could watch a video or ..."

"Greg, shut up!" Fiona said, talking over the top of him. "Stop winding me up."

"I'm ..."

"You're going to get your arse over to the bed and give me the sort of seeing to I need." Her eyes sparkled and she smiled warmly at her beau, blowing him a kiss with a smirk. "Because as my boyfriend, it's against the law for me not to be satisfied." Greg gave a titter and she pulled his body close to her. "Because I think you are the nicest person I know and you have the most wonderful tongue between those lips, and I need it ..."

The blonde-haired minx undid the bottom button of his shirt, slowly unclipping each disc before kissing him and sucking on his nipple. He purred as her hands caressed his teenage torso, gliding over his smooth skin. She stared at him in the eyes and slowly, bent her knees, slithering down his body and pulling at his jeans.

"Fiona ..." He called but the young lady ignored him. He watched as she undid the top button of his denim trousers and pushed the rough garment to his ankles. "You can't just ..."

"Ssssh," she cried and kissed the blue cotton stretching to hold his erect cock. Her hands touched the waistband of his boxer shorts, holding and containing her target. She stared lustfully into his eyes as her fingers lowered his underpants; she ran her tongue over her lips as he watched and guided his cock into her waiting, warm mouth.

He groaned lustfully as her soft tongue slipped over his glans and she sucked, treating his cock as if it was a lollipop. Her hands danced over his thighs and still looking up at her boyfriend, she impaled her mouth on his manhood, twisting her tongue as her mouth glided effortlessly down his shaft.

He whimpered as his girlfriend elegantly moved her mouth up and down his wet cock, like she was a ballet dancer glissading facilely across a stage. Greg clenched his buttocks and fists, sighing as his beau ran her tongue over the top of his cock and sucked forcefully.

He swore loudly, professing undying love to his partner and clenched his fists as his perineum twitched and he held his breath before panting loudly.

The dam burst; Greg squealed and cried out as several waves of semen squirted into the young lady's mouth, and Fiona sucked and slid her mouth along his cum-covered cock as he savoured the last of the fiery delights his girl had gifted to him.

He tugged at her shoulder and Fiona rose to kiss him; Greg pushed his insatiable girl against his patterned wallpaper, and kissed her, his hands exploring her clothed body as their tongues interlocked with lustful intent.

She purred as his hands unbuttoned the button on her trousers and slid onto her crack. "Nice and wet," he whispered into her ear and using his shoulder, pushed her against the wall. His finger slipped along her clammy slit and pressed against her button. Fiona groaned and tilted her head allowing Greg to kiss her exposed neck.

Fiona mewed in anticipation, grinding her hips into Greg's fingers as he encircled her clit, pressing down on her pearl. Greg pressed his body against hers, forcing her against the cool wall of his bedroom while his fingers rubbed against clit and not stopping until the young lady had squealed and shuddered herself to an explosive orgasm.

She panted and smiled appreciatively; Fiona pulled him towards the bed, and Greg had to grab hold of the cabinet to stop himself falling: both Fiona and him had forgotten he still had his trousers around his ankles. Fiona laughed loudly but bounced onto Greg's bed and pulled her trousers onto the floor. "Just as I thought, no knickers," Greg teased cheekily as he kicked off his jeans. "You know what they say about girls with no knickers."

"Yes, they forgot to have them sent to the laundry. Nothing more than that!" Fiona replied with a smirk. "But you know what they say about boyfriends who keep their girlfriends waiting for orgasms."

"Teases," Greg responded and advanced on the bed.

"Don't even think about it!" Fiona yelled and pointed to the floor. "Get those bloody socks off!" Greg laughed, ignoring her protestations and slid onto the end of the bed. "I mean it, I am not having sex with a man wearing ... stop it!"

Greg kissed her thighs as she moaned and moved his lips to her pink mound. She sucked in air, and sighed, enjoying Greg's gentle parting of her moist lips and running his tongue along her luscious slit. She ran her hands through his hair. "That's great," she squealed in delight as his tongue lapped at her clit.

Fiona was too horny to resist Greg's oral for long; her boyfriend blessed her clit with his lustful kisses on her excited pearl and she erupted into a breathless squeal, clenching the sheets as her body erupted into a powerful climax.

She lay on the bed panting, savouring the tingling from her cunt to her fingers. "Don't fucking stop," she cried and pushed Greg's head back towards her soaking wet loins. Fiona bucked her hips, mashing his face into her musky flesh. His mouth sucked on her clit, while his fingers slid underneath his chin and probed her pussy, seeking for her G-Spot.

Fiona yelled as her arousal careered towards another crest, whimpering and mewling like the helpless beast she was. "Oh! Aggghhhh! Fuck .... Yeessss!" Fiona spasmed loudly on the bed, closing her eyes and gripping the edge of the mattress as her body shuddered.

She panted for a few moments and opened her eyes; Greg had slid his hands to her erect nipples, and gently rolled them in his fingertips. Fiona gasped. "Stop messin'," she breathlessly cried and pulled his body towards her, guiding his cock into her sopping pussy.

They sighed together as Greg pounded his cock into his lover; fucking her with strong, powerful thrusts. Fiona squealed; her body tingled with lust as her need was being satisfied. She gulped and looked up at her boyfriend's face. "You like this, don't you?" He cried out, asking the bucking teenager.

She nodded and he raised one of her legs to his shoulder, causing the intensity of his merciless thrusts to double. Fiona swore loudly, her grunts and cries merging into a chorus of shameless pleasure.

She was coming; approaching another climax and bucked her hips. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" She cried, her voice getting louder.

"Yeah?" Greg asked, driving his cock into his lover with increasingly powerful strokes. She panted and nodded, her eyes squinting as her fourth orgasm of the day ripped through her young, teenage body.

It was fortunate Greg's family were out, as the horny Fiona yelled so loudly that it was heard in the street. Intense, incredible waves cascaded through the two lovers, as Greg pumped his seed into the minx with a grunt.

They panted loudly and audibly, smiling at each other. "Men with socks on, do make good lovers!" Greg teased and leant over to kiss his partner. "It's ..."

"God, you are so ... British!" Fiona replied, still panting, resisting the kiss and then giggled as he pouted at her. "Look at me, my hands are shaking." He laughed and kissed her, before sliding down her body to push his face into her wet cunt. "Oh shit ..." Fiona squealed with an impassioned cry; Greg was nowhere near finished with her, and she was going to love every minute of it!

* * * * *

"What time do you call this?" Fiona asked, a little aggressively as her parents arrived at the foyer of her school.

"Got lost," her father admitted. "Your mother can't navigate."

"What he means is, he can't follow directions. Men, they never listen." Fiona shook her head and smiled, and signed out of her school with a flash of the pen on a leather bound book open on the desk. The wiry mother hugged her daughter and squeezed her tight. "You OK?"

"Fine," Fiona cried and wriggled free of the parental hug. "As I tell you on the phone. I am fine." Her father looked on anxiously and she smiled at him. "Tell her Dad."

Fiona had been persuaded by her parents to allow them to pick up Greg on their way to the restaurant, despite her telling them and then repeating herself several times that Greg was not a long-term partner for her. "It doesn't matter," her mother repeated. "He's your boyfriend now and he looked after you when you needed him. Although why you didn't just call us, I still don't know."

Fiona didn't respond and glared at Greg when he joined her in the back seat. "Cheer up," he teased and she shook her head at him. He passed her a small parcel with a smile. "You spend so long at my house, even your post is coming here!"

"Don't be embarrassing," she hissed as they arrived at the restaurant. "Don't say anything 'bout us."

"Fiona, love, leave him alone," her mother ordered. "You make it sound like ..."

"I make it sound like I didn't want him here," she finished for her. "Which I think you'll find ..."

"If I am intruding on family time," Greg started but was interrupted by both Fiona's parents, who scoffed at his suggestion.

"We wanted to meet you again," the middle-aged woman replied. "It's just Fiona. You know what she can be like."

"Yes, I do," Greg said, smiling at his girlfriend. "But if she wasn't so stroppy at times, she wouldn't be the Fiona we all love and adore." Fiona's scowl deepened and her mood wasn't improved by an impromptu hug.

"Seriously," Fiona snapped as they walked towards the pub. "Will everyone stop hugging me. My personal space is getting seriously invaded at the moment."

Fiona had to put up with her parents spending most of the meal talking to Greg, eager to find out as much about his life, and his life with Fiona as Greg was prepared to tell them. Unfortunately for Fiona, Greg was open and honest, and almost anything that her parents asked was answered honestly and openly.

"We need to have words," Fiona hissed. "You can't tell them that I spend half the weekend at your place."

"Why?" Greg asked, glancing over to the bar as Fiona's parents ordered the desserts. "What's wrong?"

"Because they have come to check up on me. They never come during the term, but now they have. They don't trust me and ..."

"They are concerned about you. Your Dad seems really worried about you."

"That's not the point," Fiona spat. "Now button it, or I'll send you home."

"I've not talked about your sex drive," he threatened. "Now that would cause problems."

"Don't you dare," Fiona warned him and she whispered in his ear. "I'm at your house next week for your Dad's party. I might be indiscreet if you don't shut up."

"You be indiscreet and I might just fall in love with you."

"You wouldn't dare!" Her voice carried as her mother returned with a tray of drinks, and glared at her child.

"What's up, love?"

"Well you know you said you wanted to take me to Derby tomorrow, do a bit of shopping before you go home," Fiona said with a smirk. "Well Greg's just remembered that he can't come." Her mother looked at the fidgeting boy.

"Well it's nothing I couldn't cancel," he said, looking at Fiona, and rubbed her leg under the table.

She was annoyed with him, but her knew two minutes with his tongue wrapped around her clitoris and she would forgive him instantly.

* * * * *

"And if you could sign there, and there," the Police officer requested and smiled warmly at Fiona, passing her a pen. "How are you coping?"

Fiona scribbled on the paper, and looked at the Principal, sat next to the blonde girl. "Shit," Fiona snorted tersely. "After this!"

"Fiona," her Principal warned. "That's not appropriate." She looked at the Police officer and gave a false smile. "We've expelled Annabelle for drug possession,"the Principal told the officer. "We will not tolerate that behaviour in the school."

"But rape is fine," Fiona thundered. "Nothing more than a slap on the wrist for that."

"Fiona Holmes," the lady cried, gripping her pen. "That is not fair. You know we can't expel on the basis of one person's word and they all deny it. We've been through this."

"Yes, we have," the teenager snapped. "And it's not fair on me. I have to work with those ... evil ..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke and rubbed her nose, before throwing her hands out in front of her dramatically. "Oh what's the fuckin' point?"

"Young lady, I will not be spoken to like that. I know what happened was traumatic for everyone, but ..."

"Traumatic for everyone?" Fiona yelled, her eyes fizzing dangerously. "It was a lot more traumatic for me. I got raped. And no-one seems to care. Not you. Not them. No-one. And then you ask how I am. Where's my fucking justice, eh?" She clenched her fists and inhaled sharply. "I need to get out of here," she mumbled and strode out of the study, leaving a stunned Police officer and headmistress, calling out to her.

"Fiona! Fiona! Miss Holmes!" A voice called and the detective that had investigated her attack came running over the college green, trying to catch up with the angry blonde. "I'm sorry we are not pressing charges," the Police officer told the girl, who wiped her eyes.