When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

I turned to her. "Then how about my quiz?" I asked her and she winked at me. "I'll give a copy of my answer." She said and I smiled. We then exchanged a wink at each other. I put my notebook inside of my bag and faced her. I started my story from there when I went to the waiting shed until Troy and I parted on the way home. She's always grimacing and struggling with nothingness and every sentence before I finish telling a story, and she always has a side comment.

As she straightened up, she strode elegantly toward the door, her steps long and confident; a poise that commanded attention. The moment she stepped out of the room, she turned back, her eyes sweeping over the group before she waved goodbye, her smile radiant. "Bye," she said, the word lingering in the air as she walked away, leaving behind a room full of stunned faces, their mouths agape in a mixture of shock. As she descended the stairs, each step seemed to echo with a quiet voice of doubt, whispering regrets and urging her to turn back, to apologize and smooth things over. But she steeled herself, drawing on the well of courage that had driven her to stand up to them.

She takes my advances well, and pushed her ass backward. Fuuuuuuck. I was about to turn her around to face me, when I froze as realization struck me in the head. What am I doing?

She quickly turned away, her face flushing with embarrassment. “W-what do you think you’re doing?” she stammered, her voice trembling. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. She was shy—adorably so. “Are you shy now? I thought you didn’t mind me easing myself here.” “You said you were going out to the town, and now you’ve changed your mind. How else am I supposed to believe you? It’s obvious you’re up to something,” she said, her back still turned to me. I took a step closer, noticing how much taller I was than her. Her long black hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she shifted uncomfortably. Without warning, I hugged her from behind, my breasts pressing against her back.

All this to bring her lunch? No. She must not relent. She should not relent. She could be gentle with anyone, but not him. Tick tock, tick tock... In the silence, she could hear strange sounds, like water running. However, she was sure that she had turned off the tap. The sound seemed to come from... She jerked her eyes to the man beside her. "What are you hiding behind your back?" Her eyes were sharp as she stared straight at him. Then, she noticed that he had been facing her with his hands behind his back the entire time.

Noticing his eyes roaming on her she abruptly turned around giving her back to him as the man swallowed thickly gaping at her rear. "Then stop t...touching me," She gritted, the hell he expects her to react when he touches her like that but he was already on her.

She told him and turned around to leave. She grinned as she walked away from him happily. He went after her and walked next to her. “Just don’t tell them. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” He told her. She turned around and looked at him with a grin while walking backwards. “You sure?” She asked him mischievously. He looked at her worriedly. “Walk properly. You’ll fall like that.” He told her. “Pfft. I can walk backwards with my eyes closed.” She told him and closed her eyes.

“I’ll be back.” She frowned, confused, but nodded and obeyed, settling onto the floor and pressing the colorful buttons with quiet concentration. She didn’t see the storm behind my eyes. But someone certainly would.

she dismissed her smile still in place. She turned toward the door then Paused. "When he's done with you..." She glanced over her shoulder, her smile sharp as a scalpel. "...I'll be waiting to finish it off." The door clicked shut behind her.

Her next words were softer, almost a whisper against my ear. "I want to be your everything all the time. When you're strong, happy, sad, crumbling apart, or..." She trailed off, her lips ghosting near my shoulder for the briefest of moments before she leaned back, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. I followed her gaze and saw her hand reach toward the knife block on the counter. "Even when everyone has turned their back on you," she finished, her fingers curling around the handle of a knife. She lifted it slowly, her movements purposeful but unhurried, as though savoring the moment before turning around and walking back to the counter as if nothing had happened.