12 comments/ 19901 views/ 32 favorites See You Soon By: StillWaiting5 This is my first submission. Please give honest feedback! ~ The latches of my trumpet case click open. I start to lay my trumpet in when, suddenly, a foot is in my way. I automatically know who it is. "What do you want Jared?" I ask with little pretense. "You," he says unabashedly. I swipe his foot out of the way and finish putting my stuff up. I look up at Jared Malone, who has decided I'm his new challenge. Apparently since his freshman year when he turned into a total ass, his goal has been to get with all of the virgins. I'm disgusted by it, and he's not even that attractive. The only things that give him points is his height, 5'11", and his athleticism. He's on the football team. "Go away, only band members should be here." "Nothing can keep us apart," he smirks. I get up, gracefully I'd like to think. Who am I kidding, I trip over air. And shove him out of the way. I rush ahead to catch up with everybody else in the band, don't need to get bitched at again. I'm lucky it's the last football game of the season, my director is feeling lenient. I'm in marching band, and I adore every second of it. Except maybe all the sweat. But it is what it is. We play at the football games and do competitions, but that's over. I try not to think about it ending, it's the only part of my high school career that I'll miss after I walk across that stage at the end of this year. It was an away game, and our last, so our director is taking us out to eat. I don't have the money, again. But it's okay, when we order food I'll just hide out in the restroom and when I get back make excuses about feeling to ill to eat. Usually, they fall for it. "You'll be in my arms someday babe!" Jared yells as I walk away. I shake my head in an attempt to clear it from his stupid advances. I reach the buses with everybody else and give my trumpet to the man loading up the instruments. I climb onto the bus and sit alone. Friends are overrated. I stick my head phones in and forgot about the world. ~ I'm snapped awake whenever I feel myself being roughly shaken there. I slap away whoever's hand and stretch myself up. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Someone yells, I grumble a "shut up" simply because there's a no cussing rule and I am not in the mood to run laps for it. Exercise has never been my forte, if you'll excuse the pun. I make my way off the bus and enter the restaurant. It looks much nicer than usual. Either way I could never afford it. And meager earnings I can get at my job goes straight to my whole family's pile to pay bills and get food. We usually manage to scrape enough to get by. I step in and slide into a seat next to a couple people who I talk to on a regular basis. It's four guys and 2 girls. Every now and again I'll jump into their conversation with a snarky comment or a sarcastic reply, but never insulting. They laugh every time, but at what I'm not sure. I was never trying to be funny. As the night progresses, I scan the open dining area of this place. Not much out of the ordinary. A group of giggling girls, occasionally pointing at some of the better looking guys with us. We take up about 7 to 8 tables, but we got them all near to each other. There's an average sized family, and 3 couples scattered about. But when I come to the small group of 3, I'm intrigued. Sitting at a small round table is 2 older looking males, and then one who looks young. The young one looks to be in his early 20's and he has an air of confidence about him. He is delicious to look at. I'm not quite sure of his height due to his seated position, but I already know he'll tower over most people. He has thick, unruly black hair and tanned skin. His jaw bone is pronounced, and his body is slender and toned. Although I'm not sure how toned since his clothes aren't exactly form fitting. While I'm taking all of him in, he looks over at me. His eyes pierce mine and I suck in a gasp of air. It's as if he's searching my soul. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown. He cocks his head to the side, and the corners of his mouth twitch up. I look behind me to make sure he's not staring at someone else, but nope, all me. I look down at my lap, feeling rude for staring. After a few moments I look up again and glance in his direction. He's still staring, but now he's got his arm resting on the table and he's holding his chin. All the while with that damned grin on his chin. I notice that the waitress is coming, and I began to stand up. He frowns, and I ignore him. I make my way to the restroom. I go in and I'm alone. I look in the mirror, is there something on my face? No, it's just average me. Too big blue eyes, set a bit deep in my face. Pale skin, average cheekbones. Wispy blonde hair that never behaves. Flushed cheeks. Is he mocking me? I turn on the faucet and splash some water in my face. I hear the door open but don't bother to turn. I run my fingers through my hair, figuring I don't have to wait too much longer and every body will have ordered their food. I turn to dry my hands, and there he is. Thoughts leave me. We stand, staring at each other for a few moments, him grinning. I manage to splutter out, "This is the girls room," and he only chuckles. He takes a few steps forward, and before I know what's going on, warm lips are slanted against mine. It's as if the power on my brain has been shut off, and I relax into it. Electricity is pulsing through me, and I quietly moan. I can feel him smile through our kiss, and my brain whirs to life. I shove him off of me. Girls like me don't kiss strangers. He yanks me back, not smiling anymore, and his hand slides down to my sex. I suck in air and yank my body back. I run to the door and try to yank it open. It doesn't budge. He locked it? I reach to unlock it but I'm suddenly slammed flat to the door, my hands both held in one of his above me. His other hand goes straight to my ass, squeezes it once, and then cups me between my legs. Sensation pulses through me. I've never been touched there. He begins to slowly massage me and I feel tension deep within my stomach. It confuses me, and I don't like that. Usually I'm sure. I struggle to move out of his grip, but no dice. I open my mouth to yell, but I'm flipped around. His mouth is on mine again, muffling my yells, and his hand is stroking me now. I feel something start to build up within me, like I'm being pushed higher and higher, and I struggle harder. All at once I'm released. My breath comes out in pants, and I whirl around to find the cause of my distraught, but he's already gone. Did I just get molested? I adjust myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what just happened to me. It almost felt like a dream. Maybe it was. After collecting myself, I go out. I feel like I was in there forever, but nobody says anything to me as I return. I sit just as everybody's food arrives. The waitress sets a steaming plate of pasta in front of me. I look up to tell her there's a mistake, but instead I catch Mr. Tall and Dark raising one eyebrow at me. My forehead crinkles. Did he buy this? I narrow my eyes and point at my food. He nods his head. A blush rises to my cheeks. Who is this guy? I start to lift it to give it back, but there's a look in his eyes that makes my blood run cold. I set it back. The waitress leaves and everybody resumes their conversations. The man is staring at me, and I realize he's waiting for me to take a bite. I lift up a noodle to my mouth and eat it. He grins again and nods his head in approval. he turns his head back to the older men sitting at his table and begins an animated conversation. I stare at my lap, taking bites every time I feel his gaze on me. My friends try to engage conversation with me, I politely write them off. The 3 men at the table finish up and I realize that my first sexual encounter was with a stranger I'll never see again. Anger bubbles inside of me, and I push the plate away from me. Fuck his food. He passes my table on his way out, and he runs a hand lightly across my shoulders. I look up, surprised, and see a murderous look in his eyes. I pull my food back towards me and he leaves. Only the girl beside me noticed. Her name is Tiffany, she's mixed and very pretty. "Who was that?" "I don't know," I admit truthfully. Her eyebrows knit together "weird," she says. Yes, weird. The rest of dinner occurs normally, and no one ever hands me a bill to pay. We climb back on the buses and ride back to my high school. Once there, I start to walk home. My stomach is full for the first time in a long time, and my steps get lethargic. Damn that mystery man. I eventually reach home, 30 minutes later than usual. I undress in my bedroom, dancing as I do so. I climb under the covers and realize there's a paper on my pillow. I hold it up to my window, using the moonlight to read it. See you again soon. -D Well, shit. See You Soon Ch. 02 Can't believe the amazing feedback! I was really surprised, thanks you guys. Here's chapter 2. ~ I rub the sleep from my eyes, and enter the school. It's decked out in bright green and orange. Could they have picked a worse combination on my eyes? Another grueling day ahead of me. *Just this year* I chant in my head. It's my mantra. Tiffany runs up to me and starts shaking my arm like crazy. It snaps me awake. Images of a dark brooding stare all night have made me groggy. "-and then he told me to call him!" she says, holding up a scrap of paper with some scrawled handwriting on it. "Isn't this great?" "Who?" I say, trying to pay attention. Why is she telling me all of this? I rack my memory trying to see what would have made her believe we are friends. Life is less complicated without them. "Michael! I've only liked him since we were 16," she says enthusiastically. "Michael Williams?" I ask. He's right behind Jared in the biggest douche bag contest. I know he's only after one thing. Not that it's any of my business. "Yea," she says, "are you feeling okay? You look like you had a rough night." How could she tell? I have on enough make-up to kill somebody. "I'm fine," I mutter. The bell rings, and I start heading towards first period. She falls into step beside me. What is with this girl? "Look, you're really nice, but you don't want to hang around me," I say, trying not to hurt her. She raises one eyebrow, and starts shaking her head. Her dark curls swish side to side. "You're alone Lex, nobody should be like that. I want us to be friends, and under that rough exterior I know you're a big teddy bear," she smiles and bounces away. I sigh, wondering what I've done to deserve of all things this, the one thing I really don't want. I close my eyes and feel myself in another time. *Come on, Lex! It'll be fun!" Jessie says, "just this once, please?" She's laying the puppy dog face on thick tonight. "Cut the crap Jess, sometimes you need to think a little more," I say. "No, Alex, sometimes you need to think a little less." I shake out of my reverie, blinking hard. What the hell has gotten into me? I enter the classroom I just realized I was standing in front of. I walk to my desk in the back and drop my bag onto the ground, uncaring. The bell rings again, signalling class is to begin, and Mr. Garret walks to the front of the room. After the unnecessary introductions to the day, he begins a lecture on mythology and I nod to sleep. "You really should be paying attention to this," D says. His voice is deep and sensual, oozing sexuality. I look him up and down. He's wearing a pair of jeans that hang on to his hips and a white t-shirt. Desire runs through me just from looking at him. "How'd you get here?" I ask, looking around. We're outside in a field. The grass is a rich green. There's a light breeze skimming my arms. I look down. I'm wearing a blue sundress, with short sleeves and a moderate v-neck. It hangs about 2 inches above my knees. "I'm always with you Alex," he says nonchalantly, taking a couple steps forward. He reaches his hand out and starts playing with one of my blonde locks. I step back. "That sounds a bit stalkerish," I say. "Stalkerish doesn't sound like a word," he replies. "Why are you avoiding the question?" "Remember, I'm always watching." "Why me?" "Wake up Alex." My eyes snap open, then snap shut again. The light is an unwelcome invader to my peaceful sleep. I'm thankful for the revelation it was just a dream, although how I could ever think otherwise I do not know. Chills run through me. I feel paranoid. Is he watching? *Just a dream.* I try to pay attention to Mr. Garret. ~ Seriously, could this day drag any slower? I'm staring at the clock of my last period class, Calculus, and the second hand seems to be stuck in honey. All day it's been this way. 4 minutes. 3 minutes. 2 minutes. "Alex have you even been paying attention?" *Oh come on.* "Uhh..." I stall. "Well?" Ms. Lander says. The bell rings and I shoot out of my chair, pulling my stuff off the floor. Thank God it's Friday. "I expect more from you Ms. Sparks!" she yells behind me. "Hey baby, you miss me?" It's Jared. "Nope," I say, walking at a brisk pace down the hallway. "Let me walk you home," he says, laying on the charm. "Not a chance," I mutter. I get outside and walk down the sidewalk, willing him to leave me alone. He follows behind. "Go away Jared," I throw over my shoulder. His fingers clutch the top of my arm, "today's it Lex, I'll finally let you have my body. I know you've wanted it." "Let go of me," I try to yank free. He smashes his mouth against mine, and our teeth clash. Gross, he slobbers. I really start freaking out now. "Let me the fuck go!" A black car rolls up. Jared grabs my hand. The window rolls down and I pray for a miracle. "Let her go," D says, "she's mine." For once his presence doesn't scare me. Jared doesn't move. D opens his door and walks out. He's taller than Jared, which is an amazing feat. "You're lucky I've had such a fantastic day, otherwise I'd break your nose. Now I'll give you 3 seconds to start running." Damn, D is scary when he wants to be. Jared puffs up his chest for a moment, then decides better of it. He smirks at me and says, "see you at school Monday," let's go of my arm, and runs off. I look up at D, thankful he's here. He grins at me. "Get in the car," he says. I pause, is this really safe? Shit, apparently it's safer than walking alone. I climb in the car. "You're welcome," he says after he gets in on his side. "How'd you know?" "I'm always watching, Alex." See You Soon Ch. 03 *Enjoy!* ~ I am beginning to realize what I did was a very stupid idea. Why in the hell would I get in the car with a stranger? I don't even know his name! "Where are we going? My house is in the opposite direction," I say, slightly embarrassed. Did the atmosphere around him have to be so intoxicating? If only I knew a little more about him... Who am I kidding? I'm just an 18 year old, average high school girl. In every aspect I am plain. What could he want with me? He's just being nice. "Hush," he murmurs, "I'll take care of you." His voice is deep and silky. Damn this man. "What does that even mean?" I say, a little more haughtily than usual. My patience was worn thin a long time ago with Jared. I don't care how good he looks in a pair of jeans. "Alex, I said hush. Now," he says, deathly quiet. My gut clenches in a peculiar way. D could be dangerous, I decide. It's best not to upset him further. I turn and look out the window, trying to focus on the blur outside. I feel oddly serene. My eyelids begin to droop, and darkness creeps in. ~ I wake up as the car is stopping. I look outside and see a large white house. 2 stories. Couple neighbors with similar style houses. We must be in the rich part of town, or somewhere like it. I have no idea how long I was asleep. "What are we doing?" I ask. "Sitting in a car," he replies dryly. "You're an asshole." "And you like it." I undo my seat belt and climb out of his car. I begin to stalk the way we just came. I have no idea where I'm going, but anywhere but here would suffice. I've barely reached the sidewalk when I'm grabbed. "Hey!" I yell. Suddenly, I'm staring at the ground and have an amazing view of his perfect backside. He begins back toward the house in confident strides. I wriggle in his grasp. His grip tightens to almost uncomfortable. I beat my fists on his back. I must look ridiculous. My face reddens at the thought of others seeing me this way. "Goddamn it, let me down!" I scream, feeling frantic. "Do we really have to do this Allie?" he sighs. I dislike the nickname. I feel like a child again. "What are you talking about?" I sound hysterical, beating him as hard as I can. It's like hitting a rock. He sighs loudly, then I feel a pinch on my thigh. I giggle. What's funnier than this? It's like I'm in a movie. Maybe I am. No wonder he's so hot. "How much they pay you for this?" I slur. His gaze softens a bit. And yet again, blackness takes me. ~ Light seeps into the murky wasteland that is my brain. This act is getting old. I squint my eyes against the light, trying to recall how I got here. My vision fully clears and the headache sets in. I look around. I'm bound to a wooden chair in the center of a dark colored room. There's a dresser in the corner, another chair, and a single door. "Damn," I say under my breath. I close my eyes and see flashes of a blurry car ride, a short walk, being thrown over a shoulder, and finally bliss. He must have drugged me. Man, am I pissed! First Jared, now this? I rack my brain on options. First I should try to find a way out of these bonds. I pull futilely. I try to stand up to move. It's difficult but I manage to walk a couple of steps. I hear a key click into a lock and immediately sit back down. Blood rushes to my cheeks. D steps in, not wearing a shirt. For the first time I get to fully view his sculpted upper body. His abs and pecks are pronounced. His arms are thick. He's not extremely buff, more lean. My favorite type of guy. I blush even more, if that's possible. "Oh good, you're up," he smirks at me, noticing my changed position. He takes a couple steps forward and pulls the chair to him. He sits directly in front of me, gazing into my eyes. I try desperately to match the intensity of his look, but soon I am staring at the floor. "My name's David, in case you were wondering," he says, reaching out to play with a lock of my hair. "Why am I tied up? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? When will I be going -," "Hush," he interrupts, "one at a time please. And choose wisely, I tend to lose my patience quickly when it comes to questions." I want to argue, but think better of it. If I do, I doubt he'll answer me. I think carefully before asking, "when will I get to go home?" "By Monday, of course. I've already contacted your mother to let you know you're staying with a friend to study." *Jeez.* "What are you going to do to me?" "Ahh, the one I've been waiting for. I've decided that I want you Alex. There's just something about you and I will make you mine. Simple as that. Besides, you'll make my job easy. You're going to like me having you, I think you already do." My mouth drops open. Before I even think, I blurt out, "why me?" "That's enough questions for now. Anything you need?" "My one free phone call," I say sarcastically. This dick must be kidding me. He chuckles and stands up. He walks behind me and begins to undo my bindings. I want to bolt then and there but I decide to bide my time. I stand when I'm freed. Lips are pressed against mine and I gasp. I'm more prepared for his sneak attacks now, and I shove him away. He groans. "Am I your first kiss?" "No," just my second. "Are you virgin?" he says. "I don't see how any of this is your damn business!" "You curse quite often. Stop that. It's unbecoming." My blood boils. "Now I'm going to find out if you're a virgin or not," he says, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes darken. He steps forward and runs a hand up my thigh. Why did I wear a skirt today? I tingle just from his touch. His hand reaches higher and I gasp as it makes contact from the outside of my panties. I open my mouth to protest, but I get pushed to the floor instead. He's on top of me now. He grabs my wrists in one of his hands, and with the other he continues his search. He rubs his finger up and down my slit outside of my cotton panties. "I want you in something much sexier next time," he whispers in my ear. My world starts spinning. "Stop!" I yell. My brain is screaming at me to fight this, but my body...keeps clenching... "Shh baby, you're so wet. Look," he pulls a sticky finger to my face and wipes it on my cheek, "you like this." He then licks up the glistening line he left on my face. I want to be disgusted. A moan escapes my lips. He reaches his hand back down and pulls my panties to the side. He takes two fingers and spreads open my lips. Cool air touches my center and I tense up. I've only touched myself about 3 times, never achieving much pleasure. I didn't know feelings like this existed. He finds the small nub full of nerves, and rubs it in firm, yet gentle, circular motions. Sparks shoot from it to my fingertips. I moan, much more boldly now. He slips a finger inside of me. He gently probes around. He pushes much deeper and I feel some resistance inside of me. He smiles. He slips another finger in and begins to pump. He brings his lips to my neck and nibbles. Something in my stomach starts to tighten. "David," I pant, "somethings wrong." "I'll be your first orgasm too?" He lets go of my wrists and moves his head down to the cause of my distress. His tongue darts out and I try to jump back. His hands reach up and pull my hips back to him. His skilled tongue is pushing me up, higher and higher. I feel as if I'm going to explode and the sensation is almost painful. One last flick to my nub and I'm spiraling and shattering all at once. I vaguely hear screams. Many say 'David.' I safely make it back to earth, where David is licking his glistening lips. My breathing is ragged. "That's just the beginning, darling." See You Soon Ch. 04 *Hi! Be sure to read the previous chapters in this series to understand what is going on.* ~ I'm roused out of my slumber by a pair of strong hands. "Get up, I'm taking you on a date," he smiles. My breath catches in my throat. I never knew I was one of the girls who would like this. I've never fantasized about much, just the occasional pretty boy. Nothing ever extremely kinky. I'm blown away by the change I've seen within me recently. I should hate him, or be running to the cops, but I'm just staring into his dark eyes. "Can I ask you questions?" I say. I almost find it funny that someone like him would care about romancing me too. "When we get there," he chuckles. He jumps up off of me and I lean up. I look around, for the first time realizing I'm not in the small room anymore. I'm in a bed with dark blue bedding. I'm wearing all of my clothes from yesterday, minus the pants. I look up at him. "Really?" He only grins and leaves. I stand up and look around for a bathroom. There's one connected to his bedroom. I step in. It's a round tub and a shower separated. I see female razors and an unopened toothbrush on the clean counters. I realize that there is soaps on the outside ring of the tub too. The same ones I use at home. It dawns on me that he's been watching me in my house and my cheeks turn a deep shade of red. Who knows what embarrassing things I've done when I thought I was alone? I click the door shut and lock it, search for a towel, and set the shower on the perfect temperature. I peel off my clothes slowly and I notice I'm doing it in the same order he did. I imagine his strong arms around me and wet heat begins to pool at my center. I quickly finish undressing and step in the shower, trying to ignore it. I rub the shampoo in, gently massaging my scalp. It relaxes me immensely. I've been on edge since I got here. Well, except once. My mind goes blank again and the sensation is all I can feel. How come I could never make myself feel this way at home? I get some body wash and begin to rub it in my stomach, arms, legs, and eventually I reach my pulsing lips. I can't help myself. I start to rub up and down the slit, trying to mimic his actions from earlier. I'm unpracticed and clumsy with it, but I begin to feel something twinge inside none the less. "Ahh.." A quiet moan escapes my lips. I hear a deep throaty chuckle. I freeze. "But you were doing so good," I hear. How could I not have heard him enter? The door was locked. I hear some rustling, and then a warm body is pressed against mine in the running water. I quickly move my hand up as my face blushes. He grabs my hand in his and pushes my fingers back down. "Keep going," he says sternly, "I want to see what you can do." I don't move. I feel overwhelmed, as if it's all too much. His hand slides down my back and rests of my ass. I feel a gentle squeeze and a light pat. "I could make you do it right now," he groans. *What does he mean?* His hand lingers on my ass and a chill snakes up my spine. "All in good time," he smiles. Then he leans his head down and starts nipping my neck. I feel him, long and hard, pressing into my back. It's enough to make my head spin. I've never seen a man naked before. I'm almost glad my view of his is obstructed and all I can see is the top of his head perched on my shoulder, gently suckling. Another moan escapes my lips, this one a bit bolder. More heat is rushing down, and fire is building in my veins. As if with a mind of it's own, my hand begins to move again. It starts to stroke up and down and my breath comes out in short, fast pants. His mouth stays firmly locked to my neck, and his hand reaches around my stomach. He strokes his way up until he meets my chest. The warm water hitting me all this time along with his onslaught has made my nipples already sticking out, proud at attention. He gently tugs on one. My liquid fire is running rampant at this point, and I enter myself with much urgency. I start to pump one finger in and out, then slide in a second. "David," I say with effort, out of breath. "Shh, just let it happen," he says, pulling on both breasts now. His tugs are no longer gentle, he's pulling out far and then letting go. I begin to build much more quickly as he brings a hand down to my nub and rubs in fast circles. It all becomes to much and I find myself almost at the top. "Yell my name," he says in my ear. He flicks my oversensitive nub one last time, and I fall. I know I'm screaming out "David!" at this point, but it does not sound like my voice. It sounds so distant. I come down from the temporary high. He's already out of the shower drying off. "If you don't hurry, we'll be late," he says, and walks out. He doesn't shut the door behind him. ~ I look around. He's brought me to a dimly lit, expensive restaurant. He's wearing dark grey slacks and a button up white shirt. The top two buttons are undone. In any other circumstances, I would've thought him way out of my league. I'm wearing a black wrap skirt with a creme colored blouse. It was laying on the bed along with lace underwear. It all fit perfectly. "How old are you?" I ask. "Twenty-two, and you?" He says. "Don't you already know?" I say. "Yes. I was just trying to make conversation," he smiles. A waiter comes asking for our drinks. He orders our whole meals. Some fancy sounding pasta. The waiter quickly pens down what he's said and leaves. "What if I don't like pasta?" I say. "Except, you do." Why won't that damn grin leave his face? "Where do you work?" I ask. "I'm the owner of many small businesses, mostly office work. Where do you want to work?" I think for a long while. "I want to run a bookstore," I say. He rests his chin in his hand and stares into my eyes. I begin to fidget nervously. He's such a beautiful man. "You're beautiful," he says. My breath catches in my throat. Our waiter arrives with our food, then scurries off. He picks up his fork, but before he takes a bite, he adds, "and now you're mine."