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Click here"I guess another one needs a lesson," Miranda was cracking her knuckles, her face twisted in a confident scowl.
"Come and get me, bitch!" I stood my ground.
Miranda lunged at me. I sidestepped, caught her wrist, and then ducked under and then back up, throwing her over me in a giant out-of-control cartwheel, the crashing sound that followed told me she had reached her final destination.
I straightened my blouse and reached for Violet's hand. Her tormentor lay unconscious, sprawled across the boxes.
My redhead dance partner looked awestruck; she stared at me, then at Miranda, then back at me.
"No one is going to believe this," she muttered to herself.
I caught Violet's hand and hoisted her to her feet as she looked at me in confusion. I dragged Violet out of the store room and straight into the lady's room. I was fortunate that Violet was still wearing her black shirt and a cute plaid skirt.
In the better light of the bathroom I could see Violet's makeup had been smeared, and a sheen (and the scent) of Miranda's juices lingered on her face. There were red marks were the tanned girl's crotch had scrubbed her lips and chin.
"Let's clean you up," I muttered. Taking some paper towels, I wet them under the sink and carefully cleaned her face.
Her long and wavy strawberry blonde hair framed a well-proportioned oval face. She was dressed in black long sleeve button shirt; a plaid skirt in red, white and grey tones; up to the knee black socks; and 'amazingly' school shoes. The whole outfit looked great on her, even sexy! She looked at me in a daze as I applied a coat of my lip gloss to her.
She slowly returned to her senses.
"Elsa, Is that you?"
"Yes Violet," I said, "Now, shut up. We are out of here."
"I can't, not without my mom's toy!" She checked herself, "And my handbag and panties."
She'd brought her mom's toy here? Was she out of her mind?
We headed back to the store room. No one was there, but a handbag was inconspicuously placed against one wall. Inside were the strap-on and a wallet. I wondered if my redhead friend had something to do with all this.
"Take this, check if anything is missing," I pressed the bag against Violet's chest. She peered inside and realized her cash wasn't there. A few coins were the only thing left.
"My panties are not here."
"Forget them; someone should have taken them as a souvenir. Follow me."
Obediently she followed me outside the club. It was hard for me to relate this sweet and well-behaved girl as my high school nemesis.
"Where is your car?"
"I came by taxi, I was expecting to get wasted."
Well she got that right, she got wasted in more ways than one. I could lend her some money for a cab, but decided she was vulnerable at this moment.
"I will drive you home. Where do you live, Violet?" I said, walking to my new red Volkswagen Passat.
"Is this yours? What a beauty. I am stuck with my old white Chevrolet Sonic."
I hid a smile as I remember how my parents bought me the German car. It was surplus in the car dealership my father works for as an accountant, so he got it for a very low price. It was my graduation gift.
"Where do you live, Violet?" I repeated.
She was lost in thought on the passenger seat, wondering whether she should tell me or not. After a while she sighed and told me the address. It was in a nice area at the outskirts of town. She said nothing further, she was quiet the whole time we were on the road.
When we were reached her neighborhood, I asked her again where to drop her. She gave me directions to a pretty two story house with a lovely tended garden in front. I parked my car in front of her garage. She fumbled with her keys and unbuckled her seat belt.
"My parents are out of town, they won't be home for another two days," she said.
"Why are you telling this to me, Violet?" I asked, even as I suspected the answer.
"I don't want to be alone," she said as she broke into sobs inside my car.
My high school bully was crying in front of me and I was having terribly mixed feelings of revulsion and sympathy at the same time. She ruined my life, for God's sake! Should I kick her out of my car and go home, or stay and help her recover from her depression? I was leaning toward leaving her right there, but in the end my stupid scruples would not allow it.
"Violet, I will keep you company for a while, then go. You okay with that?" I said in defeat.
She stopped sobbing and wiped the tears from her eyes. She pushed one button on her keychain and the garage door opened.
"You can park inside, your car will be safer there," inside were the white Chevrolet, and an empty space; which I suppose was for her father's car. I parked in the space and she closed the garage door. She got out of the car and walked to a nearby door and opened it, motioning me to follow her inside.
I climbed out of my car and followed her, though not before questioning myself. Here I was, one of her victims, maybe the most damaged one, casually entering Violet Beringer's house. Yes, this was seriously weird.
Some cardboard boxes piled on the living room. An empty crystal shelf was in one corner, the dust marked spots where some objects were there before.
Violet sat on her white leather couch with a vacant gaze. This was bad.
"Violet, what's going on here?"
She looked at me with sad eyes. I could tell she was still coming down from her high.
"What drugs were you taking?" I changed the question. I had to know where I was with her.
Her eyes darted from left to right, uncomfortable at the query.
"I don't do drugs," came her reply.
"Bullshit! You were high tonight! I saw you remember," this girl was breaking in pieces if what I was thinking was right.
"I don't do the stuff. That girl let me have a sniff of coke to relax me, that's all."
"If you weren't such a willing participant before, I would have thought it was for getting inside your panties!"
Her face went suddenly pale. In a whisper I could barely hear, she asked, "You saw everything?"
"No. Just the part when you were on your hands and knees and a lovely tan girl was doing your ass."
"Hey! She did not fuck my ass!" her response was more on her old character, this was good. The following question was a tough one, but I had to know. This could explain why she did what she did tonight.
"Violet, why were you carrying your mom's strap-on to a night club?"
She averted her eyes and kept silent.
The weirdness of the question enlightened me.
"Wait a minute! Why does your mom have a strap-on?" my eyes got wide at the implications. I flipped a mental coin, "Is your dad into pegging?"
The laugh that escaped Violet's lips was hearty. When she calmed down she told me the reason.
"Mom is a closet lesbian. Father found out two years ago, when he found her in bed with another woman. That's when everything went downhill. They decided to remain together until I graduate."
She waved her hand to the nearest pile of boxes; "Those are dad's things, he is moving out within the week. They are both out of town, dad is working the legal issues of the divorce and his living accommodations, and mom is visiting some friend; I guess she is fucking her as she was all smiles when she left. I checked her 'secret' stash of toys and found out she took three with her, a strapless dildo was among them."
I was shocked, this girl had a seriously fucked up family; no wonder her behavior tonight.
"Did you also know she was a lesbian two years ago?"
Her sad eyes held my gaze. Everything was written there. Because of her insecurities, her 'problems', my last two high school years were a horrible nightmare. I felt my blood boil as I saw her eyes were watering again.
"Two years, Violet! For two whole years you were bullying me just because you failed to search for counseling? You bullied everyone who got in your way I admit, but you choose to make me the target of your spite. Those were two miserable years of suffering because of you."
"I... I am sorry," she was crying again.
"I should go," I said, turning around and ready to depart, when I felt Violet's arms around my waist.
"No, please don't go. I will be honest with you, but please don't leave me alone," Violet was on her knees embracing me. Her tears were wetting the back of my white blouse. Her plea was softening me, she looked so innocent and sweet; this was another Violet, not the bully I knew.
"Oh, alright,. I will stay longer. Now sit and answer me," she did sit on the couch and I sat beside her. I held her eyes with mine when I asked.
"Was this your first time with cocaine?"
She didn't flinch as she answered "Yes."
"Did you ever try other drugs?"
"Yes, pot, but only during parties."
"When did you realize you were a lesbian?" She wasn't prepared for this question, she looked at me cluelessly.
"But I am not a lesbian."
The look of disbelieve that crossed my face must have reached her because she elaborated.
"Look. I wasn't looking for a pussy tonight; I was looking after a good fuck."
"What about Todd? Wasn't he your boyfriend?"
She laughed bitterly, "I kicked him out a month ago, I couldn't stand his ego and he was a lousy fuck too."
"Then why didn't you look for another man then, or men?"
"I did try, and it was never 'adequate' for me. Although I got close, they never got me off. Everything was so fast with them. I even tried two men at once; it was fun, but in the end, it was the same." Two men at once, wow! This chick is daring, or crazy.
"And what happened tonight?"
"I just met that girl yesterday at the club, she told me she was bisexual and that she would love to fuck me senseless. My mind began to work on the idea and I told her to wait for me tonight at the club, that I would let her fuck me. The rest is history. I was really desperate; I couldn't reach orgasm with any man, so I thought I would try with a girl. After all, it worked for Mom, so I thought a girl might have more stamina," she let out a sight, "Yeah, right!" The image of Miranda fucking Violet appeared briefly on my mind. I closed the thought almost immediately.
"Why did you have to taunt her? You almost got yourself beaten to a pulp!"
"It's a bad habit of mine. When I am sexually frustrated I snap at others," she paused as it dawned on her, "How did you get rid of her? She was bigger than you."
I dodged her question.
"Was that the first pussy you ate?"
She noted my change of subject but did not press on.
"I never expected her to do that. I thought she was there to fuck me. I was scared, it was more like she trying to get herself off than me eating her, so I don't think it counts."
"There are a couple of things you forgot, Violet. First, you didn't tell your lover what you wanted, she thought you were game for anything. Second, you choose a strap-on that was designed to make the giver come the same as the taker. What did you expect the outcome to be?" I saw a look of realization flash across her face followed by a deep flush, like a silent 'Oops'.
"I need to go now," I said, figuring it was time for me to go home. I had to sort out too many things in my head.
"Elsa, please, could you stay a little longer," her hand was on my arm. Her fingers were absentmindedly caressing me. Her touch was cold I knew it, but the senses she ignited below my skin were searing. A creeping feeling reached my guts as I realized what it was. I needed to go, or I would end up regretting my stay. I was really attracted to her.
Having seen Violet fucked by another woman had inflamed my libido and this last thought made me wonder again. Was I ever straight? I thought I was; I remembered Jimmy, from the tennis club, he kissed me once and it was nice. And there was Trevor, the nerdy boy, I gave him a blowjob out of curiosity and as thanks for helping me with my graduation science project, his cum tasted nice so I drank it all, the look on his face was of adoration. Maybe I have just not met the right guy yet, but the woman in front of me was making my brain dizzy. Should I risk this and see where it leads me? On the other hand, this was Violet, I wasn't sure I wanted to take any step toward her.
"Violet, I know you are alone tonight, but this is not right. I can lend you a shoulder to cry, or give you advice, but we are not friends, I still hate what you did to me for the last two years. In fact, I hate you."
Her eyes filled with tears; her sobbing made me feel like scum.
"I said I was sorry."
"Being sorry is not going to change all that happened in these last two years," I countered.
She sat wordless for a while, her sobs the only sound in the room.
"I will pay you back all the wrongs I did, I will do anything for you, just please don't leave me alone."
My mind was in turmoil. This girl was in shambles indeed to make me such a proposition. I could do the right thing and just walk away, or I could stay and take advantage of her willingness to please.
I suddenly saw myself kissing her forcefully, my hands roaming all over her back, my crotch grinding against hers. I tried to block out the thought, but it kept coming back each time I felt her soft fingers in my arm. Straight or not, I just didn't care anymore. There was only one way to be at peace with myself, and that was to tell her what I would do to her if I stayed.
"They say hate fucking is one of the best therapies around," I said, completely without shame, though later, when I thought about it, I found myself amazed of my behavior. I let my eyes roam her curves; my demeanor clearly showing my intentions. She was slightly taller than me 5'8" to my 5'6", with long flowing strawberry blond hair falling on her shoulders. Her breasts were just the right size, not too big or too small. Her legs were long and a delight to see. She was thin, maybe around 120 pounds.
I could see her jaw drop in disbelief.
"Who are you and what did you do to my mousy Elsa?"
"I took a personal growth course. I learned that fighting my fears was the best way to deal with my problems," (well, that and a self-defense course I took to deal with bullies like her) "you should see the miracles Dale Carnegie does to a person".
I stood close, my lips just inches from her earlobe, my breath hot on her neck.
"I just saw your pretty pussy being slammed by a nice cock, and right now I want to fuck you until you scream in pleasure, then I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to make me come with your beautiful mouth," I whispered into her ear. Her breathing was ragged, and her face was crimson red. I stepped back, "Of course I could just leave."
I began to walk to the door, swaying my hips in my white pencil skirt. I knew I had her. I was hot, I was in need, and I was about to take advantage of her. I felt bad but just for a second or two, and then removed that thought from my conscious mind.
"Violet, will you open the garage door, please?" I said, as I reached for the doorknob.
She stood up straight, and walked right to me, I could see fear in her eyes, but her right hand caught my left and pulled me with her, leading me to the stairs.
"I am not a lesbian," she said as a matter of fact.
"Neither am I," I answered.
"But we are going to do it, yes?"
"You bet we will."
She brought me to her parent's bedroom, presenting her sweet derriere as she reached under the bed. She pulled out a box and opened it, placing a black eight-inch strap-on dildo with its harness on the bed.
I sat on the bed and pulled Violet to me.
"Touch my body; I want you to feel at ease with me."
Her hands roamed across my arms, my hands, my legs. She took a long time stroking my hips and then my breasts. She had one hand on my buttocks when I told her to kiss me. I could tell she was scared even thought she was not the only one. Her hands were trembling when those sweet lips touched my own. I saw stars during that first kiss with her.
The kiss was so tender, so lovely. I felt like a hundred of stars falling from the sky and hitting me in the head. I was dizzy and hot, my heart was beating like a jackhammer. Jimmy's kisses were nothing in contrast. I found her tongue inside my mouth, playing with mine. I felt her crotch humping my leg slow and steady; one of her hands was pulling me toward her.
"Oh Elsa, what is happening to me? Do you feel it too?" she moaned, as if I was going to answer her.
I pressed her down against the bed and, making swift work of the buttons on her black shirt. Soon her bra was visible, it was pretty, all white with pink laces. It had a front clasp that I easily freed; her milky orbs greeted me in all their glory, a bit on the small side but well formed. Her areolas were dark pink against the pale flesh and her nipples big. My mouth engulfed her left breast as I savored the salty skin and played with her erect nipple. Her moans overwhelmed my senses. It was so fun to change from one nipple to the other.
"Oh Elsa, my beautiful library mouse, make me yours!"
I stopped my adoration to her breast to look at her in the eye.
"...My library mouse?"
"Fine, I will accept it, I was attracted to you the first time I saw you in that library. That hourglass figure and that sexy raven hair were making me crazy. Even your brown eyes behind those glasses were marvelous." I was dumbstruck for a second, had she just confirmed she had a thing for me?
"And you are NOT a lesbian?" one eyebrow arched in my face.
"Ah, no..." she sounded less sure now.
"Violet, do you realize you made my last two years the worst in my life because you could not cope with your feelings?"
"Look, I had just found out my mom is a lesbian. I just couldn't be one," she was silent for a moment. "I felt something terrible would happen if I become one like my mother."
"Something terrible happened for not accepting the truth. I still remember the scissors cuts in my P.E. shorts. The love letter with my name you send to Luke Wilkinson, and the full month he was after me with those braces gleaming in the sun. Or how you decided my science project was not enough for me, so four days before the deadline I found my plants for the photoluminescence test cut to the root."
"Would it make you feel better if I tell you that I am really, really sorry, and will repay you in kind?" she said. Wait, was she batting her eyelashes at me?
"I am going to erase that smirk off your face Violet," I peeled off my pencil skirt and kicked off my panties. I slid the strap-on harness up and buckled it around my waist.
"Where is the lube?"
"What? Do I need it? Never found it."
"Baby, if I don't lube this, you will be sorry tomorrow," (I have to admit, I had conducted some research on the subject; I was thinking about buying a dildo, but in the end I chickened out and didn't get it).
"I'm pretty sure you won't need it," she said opening her legs. Her plaid skirt was now up around her waist and her hairless cunt glistened with abundant juices.
"Maybe you are right," I admitted, enthralled by the lurid sight.
I positioned the strap-on at her drenched vagina, and slowly pressed it inside her.
"Oh yes! Fill me, Elsa!"
The feeling of her squirming body below me was taking me to a world of ecstasy. The feeling of power was exhilarating. I pressed my tits against hers as my hips moved on their own. My loins were pushing the phallus inside her with a steady rhythm but I knew this was not enough to make her come. Making use of my muscles I pulled her into a sitting position above me. In this way she was sitting on my cock and the sensation for her was of utter fullness. She leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips locked.
I decided to move to the border of the bed and stood with her still impaled. I carried an impressed Violet to the wall, where I continued fucking her steadily.