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She felt a hand on her back. She flinched. The hand gently rubbed her. Mike sat down beside her. She kept her face covered, her eyes closed. She stayed in her little ball.
“I saw what happened in the hallway. When you didn’t come to class, I slipped out and came looking for you.”
She slid a little closer to him, still staying in her tight little ball, not looking.
“I didn’t know what the hell was going on yesterday when you flashed me. I tried to call you last night, but your mom wouldn’t let me talk to you, so I called Tonya. She told me a little about what she did to you. Tonya and I dated for a while. Things were really hot at first, but most of the relationship was bad. I broke up with her and she didn’t take it well. I told her once that I really liked you, but would never ask you out because you were so unpopular. She blamed you for our breakup. She wanted to get you back, so she humiliated you. At some point she started to like you. She decided that if she could get you to expose yourself to me like that, it would turn me on, like it obviously did. Yesterday she was trying to help you attract me. It worked. I—I really liked it when you were helpless and showing yourself to me. I like being the one in control.
He started to rub her back.
“I know that sounds a little sick. That’s not the only reason I like you. You are beautiful in a really exciting way. You aren’t like any of the other girls I know. You’ve been a reject at this school for a long time, and I know I’ve had a lot to do with it. Yesterday, I felt really close to you. I loved being with you. I want you again. It turned me on a while ago when I watched them spray you with coke in the hallway. When you didn’t come to class after that, I knew you were really hurt, and I felt really guilty for being so aroused. I’m sorry for all the times that I hurt you. I love you. I want a relationship with you.”
Stephanie didn’t know what to think. She felt used and hurt. She also felt loved. He cared about her. He came looking for her when she didn’t come to class. He was with her now. He wanted to be with her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and she pulled herself into his lap.
He kept talking and rubbing her back. It felt so nice. He was nurtured and protected. He was so gentle. His hand slid up and down her back. Then his hand slid down and gave her a little pat on the bottom and she winced from the pain.
“Are you ok?”
He raised the back of her skirt up to inspect her bottom. She knew he saw the bruises on the backs of her legs and the parts of her bottom her panties didn’t cover. She wanted to tell him not to look, to cover her back up.
“Oh my god, did Tonya do this to you?”
His thumb hooked into the waistband of her panties. He slid them down to inspect her bottom. He softly rubbed her naked backside. He was so gentle.
“It wasn’t Tonya. It was my mom.”
She told him about her family being poor, about not having any money of her own. She told him about her paper, about needing the money and working so hard to get it back from Tonya, about stealing the money. About lying across her mother’s lap as her skirt was lifted and her mother and father discovering that she was not wearing any panties.
As she told him about what happened to her, she noticed that he was becoming aroused. His cock was growing hard and pressing into her. It was weird that this was turning him on, but it was turning her on also. Suddenly she felt sexy again. She wanted him to see her naked, to see her humiliated. She wanted to be laughed, mocked, and teased because it turned him on; it made him want her. She wanted to turn him on, to make him hard. He had said he loved her. He was taking care of her. She sat up in his lap. Her skirt was still hiked up to her waist. She pressed her naked crotch into his jeans, into his hard cock. They kissed. His hands were everywhere, softly touching her. Soon she was naked and posing for him. She was so sexy and he was so turned hard.
He took her foot in his hand. He kissed each of her toes. He kissed her ankle, up her leg, and then took a long slow lick from the bottom of her vagina all the way to the top. He licked her again and again. She lay back and enjoyed the mad dance of his tongue. He held her tightly, soon her body exploded. She grabbed his head between her legs and tried to hold him there forever, only to realize that she was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn’t stand it. She released him and quickly pushed him away. He crawled up and lay beside her. His strong arms wrapped around her body. He began to rub her again. Soon his hands and fingers returned to her vagina and a second orgasm erupted within her. She climbed on top of him, pulled his shirt up, and licked his chest, his nipples, down to his waist. She unfastened his pants and pulled them down. She took his balls in her mouth. She kissed his hard cock and soon was on top of it, putting it inside her. She rolled her hips and squeezed it tight inside her. She worked it, milking it, feeling it press against her most sensitive nerves. It felt so good she could barely stand it, but soon he exploded and she came with him. They both lay on the floor, naked and sweating, breathing hard, and holding each other until the quick beating of their hearts slowed.
They woke up later, still naked and in each others arms. It was close to lunch time. Mike went and got a tray for each of them from the cafeteria. He came back to the room and they ate and talked. He told her more about what turned him on. She loved him and listened. She wanted to do all of those things for him.
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