Erica McKenzie
I felt a tug on my nipples, as a wave of pleasure passed through my veins. Am I having a sex dream. I felt kind of warm, the bed seems to have gotten smaller. I could feel a wall behind my back, then the wall moved closer to me. I realized the wall wasn't an actual wall, it was something more, a body, hard and larger than mine. The warmth I was feeling was from the body behind me.
I shuddered as a hand glided from my stomach to the fullness of my breasts. It cradled my breast as if weighing it, then a thumb traced slowly around my taught nipple. A languid, delicious and sweet sensation sent my head swimming. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Those hands were evoking something strange in me.
It was like I will fall sick if the pleasure stops. The hand slid down to my hip and over the curve of my thigh, I gasped as I felt a finger brush my clits. This can never be a sex dream, cause it felt surreal. The hand caressed my inner thighs, making sure to brush my clits in the process. A feeling began to grow inside me, I arched my back as the pleasure became unbearable.
Suddenly I was turned over, and a stranger layed above me, I could see his silhouette in the dark. I gazed up at him, curious of what he was about to do. I knew who it was. Bryan Andrews. I became frightened and confused. He grabbed my thighs and pull my legs closer to himself. The hands on my leg, slides into my thighs, I felt some tingles and aching in my pussy.
"Stop!" I finally got hold of myself.
"Why should I stop?" He asked with a deep husky voice.
"Don't you want my cock in your pussy, you want it, you want it inside of you. You want me to fuck you just the way I fucked her. You want to know what it feels like right?" His voice was deep and rough,
"You enjoyed watching me fuck her, what about me fucking you." He whispered into my ears, biting my ear as he pushed a finger into me. He let out a groan while I whimpered at the feel of his finger inside me. He began to massage and stroke my clit with his thumb.
"Everything you did to me in the past hasn't been forgotten." He whispered into my ears. I tried turning my head away, but he grabs my jaw making me focus on him.
"Don't worry, I'm going to make sure I repay you in kind."
"I know you love this, you enjoyed being touched by me. I have always known you were going to be a slut. You are nothing else but a dirty whore, don't worry you are going to be my whore. And if I want, I can share your pussy with my friends too. You know there is always love in sharing." He added tsking.
My eyes widened as his words reverberated through my mind.
"I am going to ruin you Erica, this is not an empty promise. You can take it as a threat. I will pay you back for what you did to me. But I want you to know that you have to start watching your back." He said, pressing his lips to my neck.
"I know you want me and I'm going to pound you my princess whore."
I whimpered as he added another finger inside my pussy.
"No one is allowed to touch you until I am done with you. If another boy touches you, you will end up getting punished by me. Do you understand?" He growled out. But I didn't respond.
"I didn't get a response!" He growled out angrily. I immediately nodded my head in response. He slipped his fingers out of my pussy, I clenched my thighs at the lost of his fingers.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. I didn't want to make him angry, so I obeyed immediately. He pushed two fingers into my mouth.
"Taste yourself," he whispered, chuckling in the dark.
I sank my teeth into my lips, silently hoping he will get done and leave my room when he's done, but a little part of me wanted him to wait and keep touching me.
I felt something huge brush against my pussy continuously. Pleasure burst through me as it got pretty intense. A loud moan escaped from my mouth and I immediately felt ashamed of myself.
"Whore!" I heard him mutter.
"You enjoy my cock being rubbed against your pussy. It will be filling you up very soon, make sure you are ready for it because it has no mercy." He whispered, nibbling at my ear.
*****
Everything that happened last night felt like a dream when I woke up this morning. But I knew it was real. Bryan Andrews was in my room last night and we were so close to having sex. I remember everything he said to me last night.Bryan wants to pay me back for what I did to him in the past. He called me a whore for enjoying his touch, that made me angry at myself for enjoying it and wanting him.
I couldn't help but wonder if he wants to fuck me. I shook off the thoughts from my head, Bryan is four years older than me. He's nineteen and experienced than me, I am obviously reeking of my innocence.
With a fleeting glance over my shoulders, I hurried down the steps in haste, trying to avoid seeing Bryan Andrews this morning.
"Good morning Erica," a feminine voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
Mrs Andrews seems to have been waiting for me to come down the stairs.
"Good morning Mrs Andrews." I replied, trying my best not to have an eye contact with her, in fear that she might see through me.
"Bryan is waiting outside for you, he will give you a ride to school."
I sank my teeth into my lips, trying to think of a way to reject the offer. I was hoping to get to school before Bryan, but seems like it is going to end up the other way round.
"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. For someone whom I thought didn't like me, she seems to care about me. I raised my head to look at her.
"Is it Bryan, did he try to do something stupid to you?" She asked, I could see a bit of fear in her eyes.
I sighed heavily, there was no point in hiding this, because it looks like it might get worst. Bryan has totally changed, he's definitely not the boy I used to know. I don't think he's someone I should mess with. He seems kind of dark and domineering.
"Bryan came into my room last night." I blurted out in a rush. Hoping she will be able to do something to stop her son from coming after me.
"Oh my goodness," she whisper yelled, holding her chest.
"I am so sorry about that. I will talk to him today and I will also make sure to change the lock of the room." She added.
"Did he... Are.... Did... he.... touch.... touch... touch.... you... Did he touch you?" She whispered softly.
"No," I lied. Mrs Andrews sighed in relief. I have no idea why I denied he touched me, maybe because I don't want her to feel guilty of what her son did to me.
"If you need anything, you can come to me. If you want me to change your room, I...."
"I am fine Mrs Andrews," I said, cutting her off.
"I will appreciate the change of lock though. And I will like to keep the keys of the new locks, including the spares. If that is okay by you." I added.
"Of course, I will let you have them." She said.
"I will be walking to school, I will make use of G map." I said, making sure to emphasize my words so she can understand that I have no intention of getting a ride with her son. I am literally not in for a awkward ride.
"That's okay, I understand." She replied. "I will go and inform Bryan that he can leave without you. She added, turning around to leave.
I let out a breath as I pulled down the white dress I was wearing. It would have been better if I had my backpack with me right now, but the only thing I have right now is my cross bag. Hopefully my things would have arrived here before I get back from school.
I stepped out of the house and began to walk, following the directions of the map. I noticed a car was following me as I walked. Suddenly the car drove past me and stopped in front of me. I paused, preparing myself to make a run.
A head came out of the driver's window. I immediately recognized the face. He opened the car door and walked towards me. I tried my best not to ogle him, he looked hot with the denim jeans and leather jacket he was wearing. And he smells night.
"I never thought you were a tattle taler. You reported me to my mum, that is so childish. Do you think that is going to stop me from getting what I want? Then you must be kidding yourself Erica McKenzie."
"You will face the consequences when we get to school, just keep your fingers cross and anticipate your punishment."
"And also, we will discuss the issue of you refusing my ride tonight."
"I want you to get into the car now. Be forewarned, I don't want to repeat myself Erica, don't test my patience. I am not the helpless boy you used to taunt back then."
"Now!" He growled out, I immediately walked towards the car and entered without wasting time. My heart was racing fast, this Bryan Andrews was scary and commanding. I don't like being commanded, but why am I scared to disobey Bryan Andrews.
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I went back to bed, curling myself under the blanket and pulling it up to my chin. Bryan didn’t move. He probably didn’t even notice I had left. His breathing was steady. Peaceful.I hated him for that. I hated him for being okay while I was unraveling, piece by piece.Morning light poured through the curtains hours later, and I couldn’t bring myself to face it. Not yet. But life doesn’t wait for readiness, does it?I finally dragged myself downstairs, hoping the cool air in the kitchen would ease the tension in my head. Mary was there, standing at the stove, her back to me. She looked like the kind of mother everyone wished for. Warm, nurturing, humming to herself like she had no worries.But she did. I knew she did.“Morning,” I whispered.She turned, a soft smile curving her lips. “Hey, sweet girl. Did you sleep well?”I nodded, a lie passing through my throat like a feather caught in a storm.“You’re pale. You feeling okay?”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. What was I sup
The first wave of nausea hit me while I was brushing my teeth.I clutched the edge of the sink, my knuckles whitening as the basin steadied me. The toothpaste foam in my mouth felt like acid. I spat it out quickly, trying to convince myself it was something I ate last night. Maybe the leftover lasagna had gone bad. Maybe it was just a random spell of dizziness.But deep down, I knew better. My body was speaking a language I was only just starting to understand. And that terrified me.I rinsed my mouth, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection. There were faint shadows under my eyes. My skin looked pale. My lips were dry. I looked like someone who hadn’t been sleeping well, which was partly true. But there was something else, something I couldn’t quite name, a hollowness spreading in the pit of my stomach. I pressed my hand to it as if I could stop whatever storm was brewing inside.I had barely stepped out of the bathroom when the dizziness returned. I staggered, caught
The moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver lines across Erica’s bedroom floor. She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, the quiet ticking of the clock behind her growing louder with every passing second.She hadn’t seen Bryan since that strange dinner with Elmer the woman whose presence still lingered like unwanted perfume. He hadn’t knocked on her door. He hadn’t sent her a message. And that silence screamed louder than anything else.Until now.A soft knock echoed.Her heart stopped. “Come in,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.The door creaked open and Bryan stepped in, his hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.Erica stood. “I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to speak to me again.”He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly shut the door behind him, locking them into that quiet little universe of theirs, one where past pain and present tension lived in uneasy harmony.“I thought about not coming,” he said. “I
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes looked hollow. Her skin had lost its usual glow. She looked... scared. No, haunted. Like someone who knew a truth too heavy for her heart to carry.What are you doing, Erica? I asked myself silently.I splashed water on my face, hoping it would wash away the dizziness clinging to me since morning. It didn’t. The nausea still lingered, curling deep in my stomach like a warning I didn’t want to understand.I walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. My phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed it half-heartedly and glanced at the screen.Tiffany Andrews: Hey, Erica. I’ll be back in Beverly Dale this weekend. Let’s talk when I get in?My heart skipped. Tiffany? We hadn’t talked since I moved in. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to talk? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t reply. Not yet.Something about the timing unsettled me. Ever since Elmer came into the picture, everyth
I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of the school, Bryan left the house before. It's not like I am bothered but I just couldn't help the feeling that there was something off about it.I could feel eyes on me as I walked, I immediately turned to the girls bathroom, luckily it was empty. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, suddenly the door opened and slammed shut, I turned around to face Bruno, Malik and Adam, Bryan's friend."What do you guys want?" I whispered as fear washed over me."Who is taking her first?" Malik asked."I'm going first," Bruno replied as he began to unzip his trouser.My eyes widened as I realized what was about to open, I began to look around for an object I could use to defend myself but I couldn't find anything."Don't come any closer!" I yelled at Adam.I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea."Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as m