Little Girlfriend Novels & Stories

—Okay —no, this girl has more respect than I thought. With that, she nods at the teacher, stands up and waits for her 'little friend' to do the same. Apparently it takes her a few seconds to process what she did. God, I can't help it, I can't stop laughing inside, my smile comes out. This girl really is stupid. Well, for something she's Nefertary's facade, she's not her best friend, just a friend, her only friend, who only knows the essentials about her. She doesn't let her see more, since she doesn't have the full trust to tell her who she really is.

Chapter 1: I Dropped to My Knees Like the Secret Slut I Really Am Everyone thinks I’m such a good girl. Sweet little Lila Harper. Straight A student. Always polite. Always proper. The kind of girl parents wish their daughters could be. But they don’t know the truth.

- I tell her “Is that even possible?” - Alice asks taking another sip of her water “Yeah. It is” - I tell her and she shakes her head “And, you are news. They want you more than they want me” - I tell her “What? Me?” “Yes, you are the girlfriend of the last single Payne man” - I tell her “I’m not, I’m nobody” - she says I sit next to her and hold her hands in mine. “You’re not nobody, I haven’t been able to talk to anyone like I talk to you in years. And for all purposes you are my girlfriend” - I tell her

I complain. Here goes nothing. Stupid Cole is in the back with his stupid friends. "Hi girls, this is my friend King. King meet the girls. This is Molly, my best girlfriend." "Hi" Molly says blushing a little. Fuck! The besty likes me. No good. "That's Britney, Tiffany, Madison and Katie." She says all happy. "Hi King" they say almost in unison. Great. Now I have a fanclub and all I want is Ziigwan.

I tilted my head up at him, biting my lip all bratty. “Handle me how, Knox? Come on, tell me. You gonna spank this naughty ass until it’s bright red and I’m crying and begging you to stop? Or are you gonna grab me by the throat, pin me down on this bed, and fuck your best friend’s daughter raw with that fat cock I felt twitching against me outside? Be honest, Daddy… how exactly are you gonna ‘handle’ a bad girl like me who’s been fantasizing about you for years?”

“This little sister is so cute. What's her name? Little sister, I like you; let's be friends.” Zaire gnashed his teeth together. “Such a daring boy.”

Jennifer didn't hesitate to moan out an affirmative answer from between Linda's legs. The tiny girl still hung on the older woman's every word. Linda smiled approvingly down at the tiny teen, as the heat from her pussy began to grow. She let out a small moan, signaling her growing orgasm. Jennifer's eyes lit up, proving she knew what was coming. Staring down at the tiny teen with lust in her eyes, Linda purred, "You want to be my pussy girl, don't you, Jennifer?"

Sabrina let out a sigh, heavy like her heart. “I wasn’t lying. I wish I was,” Sabrina said quietly. I rubbed her arm, trying to warm her up. “You have me,” I said. Sabrina burst into laughter like it was a reflex. “What?” I asked, feeling a bit offended but laughing along with her. Sabrina propped herself up to look at me. “How many other girls have you too? Be honest, it’s your turn,” Sabrina said, smiling, totally clueless of where this was going.

I tuck Briar's head under my chin, basking in the peace of having them both with me. "That sucked. I never want to go through that again." I say lowly and Briar huffs out a laugh. "Hell no. Luckily I don't have any more crazy ex's. What about you?" She asks curiously, a tint of jealousy to her tone. "Nope. Nothing from me. You're the only girl in a long time to get the honor of being called my girlfriend." I say smugly and Briar tilts her head back to laugh. "I like soulmate better." She says with a sleepy smile. I kiss her forehead gently, rubbing my cheek against the top of her head.

Nothing would ever come from it, and I feel like being ornery. "Miss Howard," sighs the breathless Palmer Lucas as she runs down the stairs from the building. I adjust my bag over my shoulder and catch up with her so she doesn't have so far to go, because contrary to belief, I actually like my assistant. "What's up?" I ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. We walk back up the stairs together, but something is clearly off.