Page 107 of Fervency Love

“I want to take you now,” he breathes and drags me to his room.

Slowly, he unzips my pencil skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He gently pulls off my pantyhose and spreads my legs, pushing me on the bed. Then it’s time for the lace briefs. He pulls them away and dives in with his tongue, pushing it inside me and slurping on my juices. When my body is quivering, he pulls me closer and, without taking off my underwear, impales me on hisrock-hard manhood. The sensation is intense. My still trembling body is even more sensitive to each thrust.

“Harder!” I cry out.

Ve pulls my hair and picks up the pace. I won’t last long. I moan, my fingers digging into the sheets. He starts pistoning inside me. My body immediately submits. An overpowering orgasm crashes over every single inch of my body. Ve holds me by the waist and shoots his load over my ass. Then he wipes it away and plummets to the bed, drained.

When our breathing slows down, I put on my pantyhose and skirt.

“You are so amazingly unpredictable. You look like a porn star in those glasses. A super sexy teacher. And you nailed it! You’re incredible! I love you!”

He pulls me in for a hug and I snuggle into him.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’m so turned on by knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. And only you can make me feel it. I love you so much!”

When I reach home, it’s eight twenty. I open the door and am immediately greeted by the shrieks of my mom. What’s wrong with that damned woman? She’s been acting crazy lately! It has to be my dad’s influence. He’s projecting his paranoia onto her, and she’s falling for it.

“What’s going on, Mom? You told me I didn’t have to come back before nine on weekdays, and now you’re screaming at me for being home early? I’m seventeen, not ten! You know that, don’t you?”

“Stop arguing with me!” she snaps.

Dad chimes in: “Listen here, you little shit. You don’t like it, you can leave. You think you’re such an adult already? No problem. But don’t expect us to sponsor you anymore.”

I wave my hand at them and go to my room. It’s getting worse. I have no idea what their problem is. Let them continueon this path, and we’ll see what happens. I have my limits too. I’ll manage on my own. If they piss me off, I’ll move to Grandma’s. At least I can talk to her. She’s so sweet, she even gave me the keys to her apartment and said I could always come to her instead of hiding from Dad on staircases. She can always move out to her friend’s. She’s incredible. As for my parents—I started studying and I’m doing everything in my power so they don’t have anything to pick fights with me for. Despite that, the arguments are more frequent. I’m tired of this. There’s no sense in making an effort if they’re not consistent in their decisions. They’re fucking with my head.

I slip under the duvet. I need to relax. My hand makes its way down between my legs as I imagine it being Ve’s. I don’t need to wait long. Fulfilment comes in a couple of minutes. Sparks are coursing through my body. I cover my mouth with a hand, biting on it and releasing the energy. I drop on the pillow. I wait for a moment until my breathing slows. Yes, that’s better.

Meeting Connor is one of the best things that has happened to me for a very long time. For the first time, I feel loved and accepted for who I am. Finally, someone aside from Grandma sees me, admires me, and is happy for me to be there. It’s a nice change, especially when you barely accept yourself and feel overlooked by everyone just for being different. Come to think about it, I was always a bit different. I never let others bullshit me. I always analyzed stuff. The same with God and the church. I remember being a little girl and asking Dad how it’s possible that God punishes us. He created us to be like him. What a load of crap, that we’re supposedly born with some kind of sin already on us. That was too much for me. I never bought that shit. And also, I always needed to have the last word. I preferred to get a spanking if that let me get away with not doing what Dad wanted. I was a very intelligent child, always laughing at the stupid notions of marriage, kids, and family. Why limit yourselflike that? Live to work and then work some more at home. Ridiculous.

I need to get things in order my way. If somebody has a problem with my approach to life, I won’t make them change their mind. Sometimes Ve doesn’t buy my theories and conclusions either. There are some beliefs too rooted in him. He finds it difficult to see that some things can be done faster and easier.

Darkness falls unexpectedly, breaking me out of my reverie. Great. The power is out. I go to the kitchen and look out the window to check how much is out. It’s only our block and the buildings to the right that are dark. I walk back and hear my dad’s voice:

“Shut the door, Abigail. Thanks.”

I need a smoke. I grab one of Dad’s cigarettes from the kitchen, lock myself in my room, open the window, and smoke, thinking that it will soon be six months since Ve and I got together.An intense six months,I smile at my thoughts. I wonder if my parents will go to Daisy Valley. I hope so.

Chapter 54

Abby

The day was exhausting. My clever plan misfired, and I got an F in Polish language at school. Damn. We both got F’s, me and Nikki, but I took the blame. It was my idea, after all, to switch groups. I did get a C in biology at least. But PE: that’s an A. All those unnecessary classes are tiresome. Why can’t I choose what I study? I’d pick Spanish, German, English, PE, music, art, film studies, writing, and photography. And instead, I’m squandering time on physics and biology. What was I thinking, going to a STEM class? Physics and IT-oriented. Yeah, I get IT. I like it. It’s simple. Graphics, writing, and so on. But physics? That was a bit too much. I already have three F’s in it. If it carries on like that, the teacher will fail me. I started out bad. The very first class last year, she threw me out, making me wash off my makeup. I told her I only had mascara on, but she just came over with that imperious expression and barked: “Then go wash off the mascara.” So I stood in front of the mirror like an idiot, scraping the mascara off my face. How was I supposed to deal with that? Fortunately, the woman took a liking to me later and didn’t even argue when I dyed my platinum blond hair that Grandma had helped me apply during the holidays to black. Atleast I have my charm. But today, the social studies teacher said, with the whole class listening: “Miss Brooks! Your notebook, please!”

“Which one?” I asked, surprised. There were like five on my desk.

“The one you were writing in just now so passionately.”

Fucking dumbass. Passionately. Stupid word. I got up and walked over to his desk, giving him the notebook. You should have seen his face when he saw I was actually making notes on what he was saying!

“Well, that’s good. Return to your seat,” he muttered.

Connor was supposed to pick me up from the bus stop after school. He didn’t. Instead, he sent one of his buddies who was going that way anyhow to tell me he wouldn’t be there. Fucking seriously? I can’t keep up with that man. One moment he’s incredible, another he does something like this.

I go to a store by the Den. To my astonishment, Ve’s sitting by the door. He sees me and walks my way, but I don’t feel like seeing him all of a sudden. I hoped against my better judgment that something serious had come up, but he was just lounging around the Den. As soon as he joins me, I see he’s either drunk or stoned.

“Really, Ve? It’s four in the afternoon. Middle of the week, and you’re hammered?”

“What’s wrong, kitten?” he slurs. His voice only confirms my fears. I don’t have the strength to deal with him anymore. He’s such a kid. “I love you, honey bunny. You’re my best little…” he mutters and pulls me in.

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