31 comments/ 36000 views/ 76 favorites A Friendly Face By: scotjock1 I had moved to the small town of Noblesville about six months ago, right before I turned 18 and by the time me and my family got everything settled down in the new town, I was a fresh faced 18-year old guy. In this small town in the State of Indiana, me and my family were odd-one's out among the American population as British citizens. Myself and my family were originally from Scotland, Glasgow and had moved down South to London, in England and lived there a few years before moving from there finally to the States to Noblesville. My father had got a job working with a Firm over there, that sold eco-friendly generators including wind turbines, and such. The Firm was actually based in Ireland, Dublin but had offices in America. Moving to America was a big thing, and we did up and leave the UK with everything we had. So here I was, a 18-year old British teenager in America and I had started at the town's High School, to finish the final year before moving onto the next stage of education. We were able to buy a nice two-storey house, with four bedrooms and two bathrooms which believe me was a far superior improvement on our small tenement flat we had back both in London and Glasgow. I wasn't much to look at, being only about 5'10 in height I was a big fella. Big chest, and build that most would consider good for a Football player to have. So being used to playing Soccer, I wasn't that bothered about getting into sports at the school. I had brown hair, and a thick heavy beard I constantly had to style, or shorten otherwise I would look like a hobo. So with my parents pushing for me to attend my first day at a school that I was almost at the end of the final year, I attended. I had chosen to wear jeans, and a light blue shirt with my National Scotland Team Soccer hooded top, that I had brought over with me from the UK and had my Timberland boots and my shoulder bag with all the crap a student carries with them. I chose to walk from my house to the school, as it was only a ten minute walk anyway. As I approached the school and saw the typical design, and such of High Schools from American movies I liked how it looked. There were crowds of people swarming towards the entrance, but the bell hadn't sounded yet for classes to begin, and everyone was sat around on benches and low-bearing walls outside of the school. "I think I'm gonna like this place." I told myself in a whisper as I walked over to a free bench near a patch of grass and a flower bed, and sat down. I put my bag down, and opened it to take out a bottle of Mountain Dew I bought on the way to school and took a few mouthfuls of the drink. I looked around, and saw that no one even recognised that I was a new student or certainly wasn't here six months earlier. My attention was brought back down to earth, when I heard a young girl nearby gasp aloud as she fell onto the pavement, probably tripped over her own feet. She looked tanned, not a lot but more of a natural complexion. She had dark brown hair, but had also light blonde and even some dark red highlights in between. She was wearing blue denim overalls, with the buckles on the shoulder straps, and a matching blue belt around her waist for style I assumed. She was wearing a bright orange top beneath the overalls, and wore black work boots with white knee-high socks with blue and red loops around the tops of them. It was then I saw her holdall split open due to the impact on the pavement, and her books and such spread out across the ground. I then saw that she hadn't tripped over her own feet, as I saw a leg still partially extended outwards behind her, someone had intentionally tripped her over. It was a blonde cheerleader kind of girl, with her blue and white plaid cheerleader outfit, holding one single book in her arms. I saw no one attempt to help her, as the blonde cheerleader and practically everyone around was laughing as if this was a funny moment. "Oops, sorry Riley. I didn't see you there, you must have not been looking where you were stepping." The blonde bitch said. "For fuck's sake." I said to myself, standing up from the bench I walked over to this Riley girl on the floor as everyone watched me. I leaned down, and extended my hand for her to take. "Uh I seriously advise you to walk on, friend. This has nothing to do with you." The blonde cheerleader said in a tone that sounded as if she was patronising me. "Well I make it a habit, to get involved in things that don't have anything to do with me." I told her, forcing a very silly smile as I kept my hand out for Riley to take. Those around us, including the blonde cheerleader all had faces of shock and surprise at hearing my accent, it must have stood out like a thorn as it was very clearly a Scottish accent I spoke with. Everyone around us, made that sound in unison when someone has challenged someone, or said a retort in response to someone's insults. "Take my hand." I told Riley as she looked up at me, wincing in pain from the fall. She looked hesitantly at me, and my hand. "Relax love, I'm not going to snatch it away." I added, and there was a flurry of whispers that followed by those around us. Riley hesitantly took my hand, and I saw she had hazel eyes. I pulled her gently but firmly to her feet, and began to help her collect her books and stuff that had fallen from her bag. "Thank you." She said clutching the bag, and books to her chest. She stood hesitantly, and then looked at me before walking away in a hurry back towards the school. "You should not have got involved, you'll regret that." The blonde cheerleader said as I could still see Riley walking away. "I regret a lot of things in my life sweetheart, and that weren't one of those things. Trust me." I told her in a very shrewd tone, almost throwing daggers at her with my eyes. "Connie, we've got cheer-leading practise." A younger blonde cheerleader, one of her friends told her as she leaned in to try and not be overheard by anyone. "Run along." I told her, with a relaxed smile. Connie as she was now known as, huffed and turned away to leave with her entourage of cheerleader friends. Everyone else began to break away, as the show was over when I heard from some of them. "Who's the new kid? He sounds British or something." A young guy said as he left with his friends. I took a deep breath, retrieved by bag and decided to go inside the school so I was at the door of my first class ahead of the bell. My first class was Geography, so I made my way to the classroom door where everyone was waiting for the teacher. I didn't know anyone, so I tried to not give off the impression of being aloof, and appear approachable instead. Surprisingly, I noticed none other than Riley joining our little crowd, waiting to get into the class. She looked up at me, with a look of sheer surprise. "You take this class?" She asked me. I nodded. "Aye, you take geography too?" I asked her. She nodded, and forced a smile but got embarrassed and turned away shyly. "You're British?" She asked me, finally turning to look at me again. "Yeah, Scottish in fact." I said smiling. Riley smiled, as we waited in silence again. "Thank you, again. For helping me outside." Riley said in a gentle tone. "Don't mention it, I can't stand bullies." I told her. She smiled, and then there was a flurry of movement as the bell tolled, and everyone walking past us in the hall began to speed up and the movements pushed, and shoved us closer to the door, until me and Riley were face to face. "So does she do that often to you?" I asked her confidently. Riley was uncomfortable with my question, gently pushing a strand of her hair from her face and looking sideways. "Who?" Riley asked me. "Connie, the cheerleader." I told her. Riley sighed, turning to face me again. "We used to be friends once, years ago. Now, well we're not I guess." Riley said, going on to explain the situation. "Well she was a bit of a bitch, tripping you over like that." I said, hoping I wasn't crossing any lines or being offensive. She nodded, but said nothing more as a brunette teacher pushed through out crowed and she opened the door. She must have been Ms Reynolds, our Geography teacher. We all followed her inside, and I knew the situation. Because I hadn't been in this class since it began, probably a year or two earlier I was going to have to wait for a free seat. I didn't have long to wait, as the irony rolled over me seeing Riley sat next to the only empty desk at the far back of the class room. "Hey neighbour." I said smiling as she got comfortable in her chair. She smiled. "I guess we're going to see a lot of each other then." Riley said forcing a smile. I got the impression Riley was a shy girl, and just needed some encouragement to be more open and such with people. I was never a bully even back in the UK, I despised bullies. One time in an old school back in Glasgow, I punched a bully in the face so hard I broke his nose when he tried to bully a friend of mine. I was expelled for a week, but was allowed to come back since I was defending my friend. I had seen the effect of bullying on people's personalities, they can become husks of their former self. Withdraw into themselves, and live a quiet life afraid of doing anything in case the very same bullies humiliate them again. In the end they live a lonely existence, out of fear of the bullies. I hated that, because that effect was ever-lasting and had long-term consequences when compared to a bruise or being shoved to the ground when you can heal from those wounds given time. The class soon started, with Ms Reynolds introducing me which was uncomfortable since my accent made my introduction quite eventful, as some of the class mates talked in hushed voices about me. All the while, Riley watched from the back of the class room. "That's about it really, not much else to say since I was born in Scotland and lived a few years in London." I said smiling, and I saw Riley was leaning across her desk to listen more. "Well it's a pleasure to have you in our class, James." Ms Reynolds said smiling. My name is James, obviously. "Well James, as you're aware we have a project presentation due in about a month. You will work with a partner, to do this this project and present it to the class in a month's time. Riley is free, you could be her partner or if you really wish to you can do the project on your own. What would you like to do?" Ms Reynolds asked me, in front of the class of about fifteen students. Riley was sat up, as if waiting to hear my decision. But a few seconds later she must have assumed I was not interested in partnering up with her, since the whole class was already partnered up. "If you're going to work on your own, I'll make sure--" Ms Reynolds started to speak when I answered clearly and loud enough. "I'll take Riley, as my partner Ms Reynolds." Ms Reynolds was surprised, and even Riley sat up and looked surprised. "Are you sure, James?" Ms Reynolds asked me, as if she was unsure my answer was honest. "Yep, I'm sure Ms Reynolds." Ms Reynolds smiled, and nodded. "Right, well if you sit with Riley we will use the rest of this lesson to go our projects with your respective partners. Riley will fill you in on her progress." I nodded, and moved to sit back down next to Riley. "Hey partner." I said smiling, as I sat down. Riley was surprised. "You want to work with me, be my partner?" She asked. "Yeah, I would." I said very matter-of-factly. "But why?" She asked me, dumbfounded. "Hmm because I would like to get to know you better, people work better as a pair, and I like you." I said simply, looking across the classroom. No one was listening, or watching us so I moved my desk closer to Riley's, and slowly she opened up and discussed the progress she had already made on the project. "Well I was thinking we could do the project on Europe, Western Europe. I guess it's ironic then I meet you, and you're British of all things." Riley said smiling, as her personality opened up. "I guess it is, well what region of Western Europe do you want to cover?" I asked her, meaning the region from the Western coast of Portugal, all the way to the border of France with Germany, or the region from Germany's borders onwards covering Norway, Denmark etc. "Well you know Britain well, and you've travelled to France and stuff right?" She asked. I had gone to Paris a few times in my life, as well as Spain for yearly holidays and once I visited Germany, mainly Berlin. "Yeah, alright let's do Western Europe from Portugal all the way to Germany's borders." I said smiling. "Great." Riley said beaming, as she scribbled down notes on her notepad. We sat together, discussing the project before questioning came to myself. "So you're British, what brings you to the States?" She asked me smiling, holding her head up shyly with her arms bent, and resting on her desk. I went on to explain about my father's job, and his new position with his firm here in America. She seemed genuinely interested, when the bell rang to signal it was time for lunch. "So you want to grab some lunch, with me?" I asked her as we rushed to shove our books in our bags, and the classroom cleared. Riley was unsure, and looked at me. "Connie, she's usually in the lunch hall. I usually just get a vending machine and eat outside." She said hesitantly. "Well fuck that." I said laughing hoarsely, and it surprised her. "You're going to get some proper lunch with me in the canteen, and if Connie gives you any fucking problems I promise you, she'll regret it." I said grabbing my hooded top. Riley went over the idea in her mind, and nodded. "Alright, if you're sure." She said meekly. I smiled, and we left the classroom and Ms Reynolds behind us as we made our way to the canteen. As we walked in, a few people stared at us; I think something had happened between Connie and Riley before I arrived, and the canteen was somewhat off-limits to Riley to use. "So when did you stop using the canteen?" I asked her, as we pushed through the large doors of the canteen and joined the queue for food. "Me and... Connie had a falling out, a few months ago in the canteen. I thought it better to stay out of her way." Riley said, sounding as if she felt to be the guilty one in the dispute. "Well she cannot stop you using the canteen, Riley. Come on, let's get some food." I said, as the queue ahead moved on, and we were soon standing in front of the display counter where the hot food was on show. There was a mixture of dishes, from hamburgers in their buns to fries, and even meatloaf. I just ordered a plate of fries, and a hamburger. Riley was looking behind her every minute, looking for Connie and so I helped her choose her food. She eventually calmed down, and ordered herself the meatloaf and fries. We moved along the queue, to the beverage counter. I ordered a glass bottle of Coca Cola, and Riley hesitantly ordered a small bottle of pure orange juice. We eventually paid for our meals, and found a table close to the windows of the canteen hall and sat down. Riley was sat across from me, continuing to look over her shoulders at the doors. "If she comes in, she won't be telling you to leave Riley. I assure you of that." I said shoving about four fries into my mouth, and drank from my drink to wash it down. Riley calmed herself, as she took a mouthful of the meatloaf she ordered. She looked so nice, cute and friendly as she ate her food. Then I heard it, the bitch Connie's words. "What did I tell you, Riley? Did I not tell you, to ever show your face in this canteen again. I remember that I did tell you that, are you disobeying my instructions." Connie said standing with her entourage behind Riley. I saw it then, Riley shivered as if Connie's words put the fear of god into her. "I should never have done this." Riley said shivering, as she tried to stand. I stood first, and Connie's snivelling smile wavered seeing me now fully standing. "Stay where you are Riley, you ain't going anywhere." I said loudly, as the entire canteen went quiet. "Oh yes she is, this is my canteen and she isn't allowed to be in here." Connie said, her words were itching my throat to shout at her. Her entourage included three other cheerleaders, one blonde, another brunette and the other was Asian with black hair. She also had two Jocks standing at her sides, big shit-brick house built guys wearing their football jerseys. "Don't you dare fucking talk to her, as if she's a fucking dog. She's a human being." I shouted, my Scottish accent echoed around the large hall. Connie jerked backwards, and stepped back at my sudden outburst. "You will never, speak to her like a fucking dog or lower again." I told her. My reason for saying this, was that I would never hurt a woman or a girl ever in my life; but my older sister Ashley who had also come over with the family, was not afraid of knocking out a snotty bitch like Connie. I could hit the men, Ashley would cover my back with girls. "Oh really, well my boyfriend Donnie is going to shut your mouth for you. You're going to learn your place at this school." Connie said, turning to face the big football player next to her, with his stereotype good looks and thick blonde hair he smiled. "You talking down to my girl, are you?" He demanded of me. The other football player had his back, I was on my own; these were odds I liked. Donnie advanced on the table me and Riley were sat at, I stepped forwards but kept behind the table. "Tell me Donnie, how quick do you think you can get around this table to get to me, before I smash this fucking glass bottle over your head, and kick ten shades of shit out of you before your twat of a friend there steps in?" I asked picking up the Coca Cola bottle in my hand. "What was that?" He asked advancing on the table with his friend behind him. But his eyes dropped, and he saw the bottle gripped firmly in my hand by it's neck. It's base pointed downwards to the marble floor of the hall. "See now, this is how I played things out back home in Glasgow, and then London. You're weighing up your options here, your chances of getting out of this scrap with some face left, well if you come any closer you'll be losing face, and your actual fucking face." I said gently swinging the bottle in my hand. I turned to face his friend, with a deadly stare. "Then it's your friend there, if he steps any closer after I drop you to the floor he'll be getting that nice plastic-surgeon made nose of his smashed in with the heel of my boot. Then princess Connie here, will be all alone and at the mercy of any girl in this room who has had enough of her high-and-mighty bullshit these past few years. You like those odds, Donnie?" I asked, and I could see Riley in the corner of my eye watching me. Donnie and his friend kept giving me that deadly stare, but their eyes kept dropping to the bottle in my hand. They didn't know me, and couldn't tell if I would back down and this was all just a threat; it certainly wasn't just a threat. "Turn around, and fuck off." I said simply holding the bottle still in my hand. The entire room was quiet, as Donnie turned to look at Connie. Connie was getting angry with her boyfriend. "Beat the shit out of this dork, now Donnie or you don't get any more from me." She said in a venomous tone. I smiled, loving this in-fighting they had going between themselves. "Yeah go on Donnie, let's see how that will work out for you." I said twirling the bottle in my hand much more, and made it entirely visible to him at all times. Donnie grunted, and turn on his heels calling for his friend who followed him like a dog out of the canteen with Connie calling after him. A Friendly Face Ch. 02 Three days had passed since me and Riley had met, on my first day of school. We had been working together with our Geography project, and had begun to become friends, eating lunch together in the canteen without her worrying about Connie coming over to bully her. It was now, three days since we first met we were on our way together to the canteen for our lunch together, and to discuss our Geography project. Riley was wearing her denim overalls again, that stopped just below her knees and she was wearing long white socks and sneakers. She looked beautiful, stunning even as she carried her books; I loved when she spoke, as her voice was sweet to me. "So you don't all wear Kilts then? I swear I thought you all did, after I watched Braveheart." Riley said giggling holding onto her bag of books. "Of course not, I'm not wearing one now am I?" I asked her smiling. Riley giggled, and bit gently on her lower lip. "I wouldn't know, you could be going Commando down there for all I know." Riley said grinning, letting herself be herself around me, coming out of her shell. We entered the canteen, and joined the queue for our food. There was a few people around us, and people had began to talk to me, mostly about confronting Connie days before. It was then that I remembered I had left my leather jacket, that my wallet was inside back in the Geography classroom. Riley was smiling still as she ordered her food, and I spoke. "Riley, I'll be right back I left my coat and wallet in the classroom. I'll be quick, I promise. You can order me a hamburger and fries." I said smiling. "Alright, be quick." She said smiling, with her hazel eyes. I smiled back and turned to run back through the canteen doors back to the classroom to get my coat as I carried my bag over my shoulder. Meanwhile In The Canteen Riley was happy for once, in a long time as she waited in the queue ordering a slice of Vegetarian Lasagne, and fries and ordered James his hamburger and fries. She held the two trays, as she waited to get to the payment counter. Then she saw her, Connie. She had walked in with Donnie at her side, in his football jersey and towered over Connie. Connie as usual was wearing her cheerleader outfit, with her blonde hair in curls, and smiling vindictively, staring at Riley. "What did I tell you, Riley? This was my canteen, and I don't want losers eating in the same room as me." Connie said in a venomous tone, as she began to walk towards Riley with Donnie behind her. Riley was frightened, as she always was around Connie; those feelings came to the surface steadily once again. James wasn't here, and she was alone to face Connie's wrath. A wrath made worse by James confronting her. "Please Connie, I'm sorry. I'll just leave, and eat outside like I always do." Riley said with a shaking voice. "Oh your new friend fucked that up for you, now I am going to make your life a living hell in school, and you'll suffer for what he did." Connie said sneering as she picked up a cup of orange juice from a nearby tray, the person it belonged to said nothing as Connie advanced towards Riley with the half-filled cup. Riley instinctively backed away, dropping the trays of food to the floor, and began to cry slowly. Connie stood in front of her, with her sneering grin as she lifted up the polystyrene cup over Riley's head she emptied it onto her beautiful brown hair. Slowly the hair soaked from the orange juice, and matted to her olive skin, and down her face onto her overalls. Connie continued until the entire cup was empty, and Riley was wet from her head down to her chest. "Oh, you are a mess Riley." Connie laughed, as Riley stood there shivering, and crying gently. Everyone in the canteen watched, yet no one laughed nor intervened. Connie wasn't finished with Riley yet, and her ordeal continued. "I own you Riley, and your new little Scottish friend can't help you, he'll never be around all the time to protect you." Connie said sneering, as she turned to see if Donnie was watching her and he was, with his own evil smile. "We were once friends." Riley managed to say, her voice croaking. "Once, past tense. I am the big dog, and you're just shit on my shoe that I walk through." Connie sneered, and leaned in close to Riley to shove her bag to the floor. Riley cried, as she knelt down to pick up her bag of books. "Now get out of my fucking canteen." Connie ordered, as if ordering a dog to go out into the yard. Riley cried, drenched in the orange juice. She chose to run from the canteen clutching her bag to her chest, and her wet overalls. Connie turned, and was expecting laughter at Riley's expense, yet no one laughed. All she saw were accusing eyes, staring back at her before everyone went back to eating their lunch. Connie was unnerved, this was unusual since in the past anything she did to Riley or anyone else for that matter usually ended in laughter from the school population. Now however, she got the feeling her position wasn't so secure as it was before. Outside The Canteen, A Few Minutes Later I had gone back inside the canteen, and saw two trays of food in the queue for ordering food; but Riley was gone, and I couldn't find her. I was wearing my leather jacket now, and looking around the canteen. I saw two students from our Geography class sitting together, a redhead girl named Keira and an African-American guy called Marcus. "Hey guys, have you seen Riley?" I asked leaning on the table. Marcus looked at me, and then at the two trays of food on the floor that one of the cleaners was mopping up. "You don't know?" He asked me. I didn't know what he meant, and swung my head left to right. He looked uncomfortable, as he turned to Keira. "Connie came in, after you left and she... well she humiliated Riley in front of everyone. She poured orange juice on her head, and she was crying. She ran out of here in tears, I think towards the girls toilets down the other corridor." Keira said pointing to the double doors that led out of the canteen to another part of the school, the opposite doors I had just come through. "And no one thought to step in? Jesus Christ!." I said turning on the spot, to face the corridor that Keira pointed me towards. I noticed Donnie standing a few yards away from me, and he had a smug smile on his face that said he was present when Connie had humiliated Riley. He slowly walked towards me, he was alone without his friends which was a good thing for me. "You looking for your little friend, she ran out of here crying her eyes out. That's what happens to bitches who don't know their place, just like you don't seem to know yours." He said stepping towards me, towering over me. "Oh fuck off, you fat cunt." I said in my strongest tone, and before he could muster a response knowing he had probably beaten up another guy today, and had helped Connie bully Riley so I punched him. My punch was low, as I crouched slightly and threw my fist into his stomach so hard he puffed out his face, and his cheeks turned red beet root red. He tried to grab hold of my jacket, but his grip was faint as he tried to hold his stomach, I then noticed he was slowly getting onto his feet, and I saw the punch coming before he knew himself. He was swinging his right arm around, to punch me but I stepped aside and with my elbow brought it up and rammed it right into his face, and jaw knocking him over onto his back on the floor as he clutched both injured areas of his body. I stood over him, and seeing as there were no teachers I decided to finally settle this tension between me and Donnie. I put my boot to his neck, and applied some pressure. "If you ever help Connie bully Riley again, or come at me again like you just did; I won't stop at knocking you onto your ass. I'll put you in fucking Accident and Emergency for many long weeks, once I'm done with you." I said in a threatening manner, and tone that even Donnie did not try and challenge. To make my position truly clear, I applied more pressure to the boot on his neck that made him flinch. "Did you get all that, Donnie? Or do I need to ask again?" I asked him in a very sarcastic way, but my tone was as threatening as a sharp knife would be. "I got it, man." He said swallowing hard, as I saw both his hands at his sides up in a surrendering pose. "Good, because I've taken on far bigger men than you Donnie. You're fucking nothing compared to those guys." I said turning my heel down on his neck, making him gasp in pain. His hands were shaking, still up in a surrendering pose. I removed my boot from his neck, and turned to leave the canteen that was now eerily silent as I walked out through the double doors into the corridor. I passed many classrooms, following the visible signs that led me to the school toilets. I saw a young mixed-race girl standing outside of the girls toilet, wearing jeans and a woman's red shirt. "Excuse me, love. Did you see a young girl run into these toilets, she has brown hair with highlights in them and she was wearing overalls. She would have been upset, and crying." I said to her, as she gave me a confused look. "Do you mean Riley Winters?" She asked me, in a tone that sounded credulous. "Aye, her." I said knowing already that her answer was going to be yes, since she knew her by her full name. "Yeah poor girl ran inside, clutching her bag, crying her eyes out. She dropped her bag over near the water fountain, and a bottle of pills fell out. She picked them up, before running inside the toilets." She said pointing to the door of the girl's toilet nearby to us. "Wait, pills?" I asked concerned. "Yeah, she was holding onto them when she ran inside." She told me, as if I was stupid asking her the question. "And you didn't think to call a teacher, seeing an upset girl run into the toilets with a bottle of fucking pills?" I asked in a very heated tone, as I was fucking furious with how everyone was in this school, and how uncaring they could all be for someone's well-being. "Jesus, what's your fucking problem?" She asked me, in a very sarcastic tone as if I was the stupid one of the two of us. "Fucking idiots." I shouted, running into the girls toilets leaving the girl outside. The toilets were much cleaner than the male toilets, since ours were covered in graffiti and of course urine, and of course intentional damage to it's utilities. There were four cubicles, with their plastic doors covered in graffiti and scribbles in permanent ink. "Riley, where are you?" I asked. "Leave me alone." A girl's voice called out, and even I could hear her speak as she sobbed. "Riley, I know you have pills." I said. "Who cares, if I kill myself? No one, so just leave me alone." She was sobbing, crying through her words. I finally narrowed down the source to the last cubicle to the right of the four, and I could hear her jingle the bottle of tablets, and I decided to stop her. "Step back from the door, Riley." I shouted, warning Riley to get away from the door since I was going to force it open. "No, leave me alone!" She said crying out. I didn't listen, and dropping my bag to the floor I stepped back and barged into the door with my shoulder breaking it off it's hinges. The door narrowly missed Riley's legs, but luckily she had brought them up onto the toilet seat and the door hit the wall hard, echoing around the entire room. She sat there, her olive skinned face was moist with tears, her beautiful curled brown hair now matted to her face, with the orange juice. Her bag was on the floor, and she clutched at the bottle of tablets in her hand. I leaned down and before she could pull away, I snatched the bottle of tablets from her hand. "What the fucking hell, do you think you're doing? You were going to kill yourself?" I asked her. "It's my choice!" She shouted, her eyes still wet and her body shaking as she tried to defend her actions. "You're going to let Connie win? Is that it? You're taking the coward's way out, if you do this." I said lowering my angry voice, since I didn't want to make the situation worse and make Riley more angry. Riley began to sob again, dropping her face into her hands desperately. "You don't know how hard it is! How hard it has been dealing with Connie, it's too much for me now." She shouted through her hands, that were wet from her tears. "You'd be giving up on our friendship, you want to throw it aside? Connie wins if you end it all here, your parents lose a daughter." Riley said nothing, holding her head. I took the chance to look at the bottle of pills, and saw that it was Morphine. The label was peeling, and damaged that made me think that Riley hadn't just thought of taking these tablets with her to school today, but had been thinking of doing this for a while. "How long have you had these tablets on you, Riley?" I asked her. Riley looked up at me, her beautiful eyes were glistening, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "What do you mean?" She asked between sobs. "The bottle has seen better days, Riley. These aren't your tablets, they're your mother's." I said noticing the prescription on the label was prescribed to Riley's mother; Jane Winters. Riley looked up at me, and sighed. "Oh god." She whispered. "How long have you had these tablets in your bag, Riley?" I asked her once more. "God, does it even matter. Months, I've had that them with me. My little way out, when Connie became too much for me to bear." She explained. "What would you know, you've never experienced what I have for me to think of this as my last option." Riley added, dismissing what I would have said next in disgust at what she had planned to do. I decided on a better tact to get through to her; honesty. "No, you're right. I've never experienced bullying to an extent, of thinking of this as my last choice. But I knew someone who did, and he did what you are thinking of doing. He was my older cousin John, after he had a bad break-up with his girlfriend depression hit him hard. Jesus, he was only eighteen. It should never have affected him as bad as it had, but it did. I was only sixteen at the time, and I watched him sink deeper into the depression over time. One night he called me several times, and each time he sounded as if he was drinking saying he didn't know if he could live any more without her. I tried consoling him, but it was a waste of time. It was something he had said in every call to me that night, that he 'couldn't live without her'. In every single call, he said it, and each later call he sounded more determined to make that be the case for himself. I didn't do anything about it, thinking he was just being over dramatic. But the next morning, his mother called mine and told me what had happened." I was bearing witness to one of the more guilty memories of my life to her, hoping to convince her not to do what my cousin had done. "What happened? What did he do?" Riley asked me, sitting normally on the chair now letting her legs dangle over the toilet seat. "He had taken an overdose of Morphine, same kind as these tablets. His father was prescribed them after a lengthy operation on his back. He had taken enough to kill a horse, and had died during the night from overdosing on the drugs. His mother found him in the morning, and had tried to wake him for College but he didn't wake. She called an ambulance next, and when they arrived on scene they pronounced him dead. They found a badly written note left by him, that he had written days before. In it, he claimed he still loved the girl he broke up with; and could not live without her. The note went on, about how he no longer wanted to cause any pain for anyone through his depression and that he had done this, to save everyone the trouble he would cause. Total bullshit, that's all it was. So fucked in the head, over this girl to think he had to kill himself to rid himself of the depression he was facing." I went on to tell Riley, as I was now leaning against the damaged door frame of the cubicle holding onto the bottle of tablets. Riley was quiet, and continued to stare at the floor between us. "He gave up, taking the coward's way out. Instead of facing the shit he was feeling, he chose to run from it and give up. True he had no one really there for him to understand what he was going through. But he could have asked for help, instead he chose to give up. Give up on himself, and everyone around him." I said simply, my tone had become quite strong. I leaned down, and gently using my hand lifted her by her chin to look up at me. She was beautiful, her dark enticing brown eyes and olive skin was perfect as she looked at me. "If you give up here, and take those pills you'll lose everything, and Connie wins. You lose your family, your friends--" I began to say, before Riley stopped me. "What friends? I have none." She said in a lifeless tone. "Me, I'm your friend. That's what I've been telling you since I met you, I am here to be your friend and be that support for you. To help you with Connie, and all of her shit. I'm here for you, Riley. You'll lose me if you take the pills, because you'll never see how our friendship will grow, and you'll never see yourself actually beating Connie at her own game." I said holding her chin gently, before moving my hand away. Riley kept her head up, looking up at me expectantly. "You have your whole life ahead of you Riley, a big, beautiful life ahead of you. One that Connie has no part in, you'll go to College and eventually University. Then you'll find a job you enjoy, and start a family of your own. Who knows, or even who fucking cares where Connie's life ends up? I don't care, and neither should you. That all dies away, if you take the pills." I said standing up straight, away from the door frame. "I can't... I cannot do this alone." Riley said in a low whisper, as if worried if I heard her. I gently took her hand, and squeezed it warmly. "You're not alone though, are you?" I said, but not waiting for an answer since she should know the answer already. Who was the one who came running, when she ran into the toilets with the pills? Who was the one who showed most concern for her? She knew, he was standing in front of her for Christ Sake. "You'll lose me, and you'll lose much, much more." I said sighing hard, as I handed her the bottle of tablets. Riley was surprised, her eyes gone wide looking up at me. "You're giving me them back, why?" She asked, as if I was handing her a loaded gun and that everything I had said was all lies, or that I was only playing a mind game with her since I met her. "A person, regardless of how much you watch them to make sure they don't try to kill themselves; will eventually find a way. I'm not going to spend our entire friendship watching over you, making sure you don't try to kill yourself every time Connie gets to you. This is on you, to do yourself. If you want to see that life ahead of you, and our friendship grow; then flush the pills. If you don't care about anything; you and me, your family or the future then take the pills. I can't make you decide your fate, that's your decision to make. I cannot decide for you, but I can show you what you'll miss if you give into Connie and her twisted game." I said turning away, and stepping out of the cubicle. I turned, to make one last plea to her. "You think no one cares about you? Well I do, I would be very sad if I lost you." I said, and lingered there for a few seconds just staring back at Riley sat there. "Make your choice, Riley." I said and smiled gently, and left the toilets and Riley to her thoughts. The girl who had been standing outside the toilets, minutes before who had told me Riley was inside was gone. I let out a long sigh, as if a big truck was lifted off my chest and I could breath. I stood against the wall outside the toilets, waiting to see her choice. A few minutes went by, and I genuinely thought Riley had swallowed the tablets and chose to end it all here. A Friendly Face Ch. 02 But then I heard the faint sound of a toilet flushing from inside the toilets, and since Riley was the only person in the toilets I could assume it was her flushing the toilet. I leaned my head against the wall, and looked sideways to watch the door. It opened soon after, and Riley stepped out. Her hair was still matted to her face, and head but she seemed better in some way; being given the decision to make herself. I looked at her, and she stared at me for a few seconds before showing me the empty tablet bottle. It's contents were gone, flushed down the toilet. "You made your choice." I said, more of stating a fact than questioning her. Riley nodded. "They're gone, I flushed them all." She said. I nodded, and stood up straight. "No more Riley, if it becomes too much for you then you come to me. I'm your friend, and I'll help you. But no more second thoughts, of ever doing this again. Promise me?" I said sternly. Riley shivered, but nodded. "Good, why don't you go back and wash yourself. I'll walk you to your class, when you're ready." I said smiling, and she slowly smiled back. Riley went back inside the female toilets, and I could hear a sink inside running, and knew Riley was washing the orange juice from her hair and face. A few minutes passed, in that time I heard the hand dryer turn on, and the image of Riley drying her hair with the machine entered my mind. She looked beautiful, and cute with her hair out and wild. Soon enough Riley stepped out, and even I had to chuckle to myself seeing her. "What?" Riley asked smiling. Her beautiful brown hair was flowing, curled and free around her face; framing her features and stunning smile. The orange juice was gone, and she stood there looking far more beautiful, than Connie could ever wish to be; I sensed jealousy on Connie's part in her torment of Riley. "Nothing, you look perfect." I said simply, smiling. Riley smiled, and pouted. "Yeah right, like I believe that. You're a bad liar." She said giggling, dismissing the notion I had just spoken of, and we walked towards her Art class. We waited together outside the classroom for the bell to toll, and classes to begin. Eventually the bell tolled, and her teacher opened the door for her and the rest of the class who were coming. "Well, I'll see you after class. Outside of school, I'll walk you home again." I said smiling, holding my bag over my shoulder by only one of it's two straps. Riley nodded, slowly walking into class. "I'll see you there." She said before turning, to walk further into the classroom out of my line of sight. I smiled, and ran at full speed to my History class just making it in time to apologise to Mr Samson, for being late. He excused me, and I sat down to start my lesson. After School, Outside Main Building I exited the main building of the school, and saw Riley waiting for me near the school courtyard. She looked perfect, standing in her overalls with her dark brown hair flowing in the wind. Connie hadn't won this time that was for sure, Riley was perfect and Connie was never going to bully her again, I wouldn't allow it. I saw Riley smiling as she saw me approach her, and she turned to face me. Her olive skin shone perfectly in the sunlight, and her body was perfect; as womanly as any man could dream a woman to have, no skin or bones there with a perfect personality to boot as well. "Sorry, I guess I wondered if you were going to stand me up. I just always fear the worst in any situation." Riley said giggling, as she walked alongside me quite closely against my arms. "You don't ever have to fear me showing you up, you're my friend. I told you once, I keep my promises." I said smiling as we walked the same route as on the first day we met to Riley's house. We walked together, and eventually I brought up Connie as a talking topic. "Tell me, what did happen between you and Connie? I just have to know, why it got so nasty between you both." I said as we passed through a park, that was on the route to Riley's house. Riley looked as if she was thinking of what to tell me, about her and Connie's relationship. "We were once friends, we had been friends since Pre-School and went through school together. About two years ago, we fell out. It wasn't the fact that Connie became a cheerleader, it was the fact that we both liked the same boy. He was a foreign-exchange student from Puerto Rico, and we both liked him. His name was Hector, and we both really liked him. But she claimed she didn't like him, and told me that I was free to ask him out. When I was about to ask him out in the canteen, she beat me to it and asked him out. He said yes, and they began to date. It should have ended there, both of us going out separate ways but she became nasty. She said I was ugly, and that no one not even Hector would have asked me out. I guess I believed she was right, because no one has been interested in me. Hector left the school soon after." Riley told the story to me, and I found myself hating Connie even more than before I knew the whole story to her and Connie's relationship. "The more I hear about that bitch Connie, the more I fucking hate her." I said as we passed through the park, and crossed a street. I knew we were only a few more streets away from Riley's house. "She said no one would ever like me, that I was ugly and fat." Riley said looking away from me, as if she actually believed Connie in some way. "Hey, you're not ugly nor fat. You're a woman, you've got a woman's body. You're not skin and bones, but that's a good thing. You're a healthy woman." I said smiling. Riley smiled slightly, but still seemed unsure. "Well forget everything that bitch has ever said to you, it's all lies and bullshit." I said. Riley laughed, and gently nudged me in my arm with her own as we turned a corner. We walked down the street, and stopped outside the garden fence of Riley's house. "God, how did I ever meet a good friend like you? Seriously, you just won't stand for anything from Connie, or any bullies. I don't have that confidence." Riley said grinning. "Just lots of experiences in my life." I said smiling as we looked at each other. Riley just stared into my eyes, and smiled gently. "You're an amazing man, James. I just wanted to thank you, for being there for me today. I would have given into those feelings, and taken those pills I think. I don't want to lose our friendship, I want to see where our lives go." Riley said, and without warning she leaned in and pressed her lips against my cheek, but I moved slightly and her lips moved onto my own and there they stayed for a few seconds. She pulled away, and her face was a mix of surprise and shock. "I'm sorry, James. I shouldn't have done that, I don't know why I even kissed you on the cheek." She said stammering her words, and leaning against the gate on her garden fence. She was fearful of the consequences of that innocent kiss, and she turned and quickly shoved open the gate. "Riley, wait--." I started to speak when Riley spoke over me. "I'm sorry, James. I'm really sorry." She said walking quickly up the path to her front door, and stepped inside looking at me once more before the door shut behind her. I didn't even have the time to tell her that it was just an innocent kiss on my cheek, to thank me and that there was nothing more to it. The bad thing was it was Friday, and we both had the weekend to over-think what had just happened between us both. I had her phone number, as she had mine; I wanted to tell her that this was not a big deal. I slowly made my way home, but not before I looked back and could have sworn I saw Riley watching me from the top floor window, of her bedroom. This would take some explaining, because I didn't want to lose Riley as my friend. I cared too much about her, for that to happen. * (Well again everyone who is reading, and enjoying this series I want all feedback, comments and any ideas you have for the next instalment. As I know this is a well liked series, and characters I want to know where to take the next chapter; those wanting to see it continue down a romantic road, leave comments, and those wanting it to take to a more sexual route let me know. I'll then decide depending on feedback, what direction to take the next instalment in. Hope everyone enjoys this instalment. Thanks.) A Friendly Face Ch. 03 It was Monday morning, and since Friday just gone past; Riley had kissed me after I walked her home that day from school. Since that moment, it was Riley who tried to contact me about that incident. She had tried to call me through most of Saturday, and most of this morning and also text me often trying to get me to talk to her. Eventually just an hour ago, I had text her and told her that everything was fine between us and that the kiss was nothing to be upset about. I took it in my stride, and put it down to us both being over-emotional at the moment it happened. Riley seemed happy, I hadn't read into what had happened between us any more than that of being emotional. We talked for a bit, and then agreed to meet outside the school tomorrow morning, and walk to class together. But I told her, that I would meet her at her house and walk her to school. She was surprised, but happy at the idea and agreed. So that was it, the next morning I would pick Riley up from her house on my way to school. The Next Day, Early Morning With a clean shirt, and my denim jeans, boots and my bag I made my way to Riley's to pick her up. I turned the corner, and saw the front garden of Riley's house. I could see her mother was outside, collecting the mail from the mail box. She was pretty, like her daughter; I could see where her looks came from. She had olive skin like her daughter, and a lovely figure hidden beneath a summer flower dress. "Mrs Winters?" I called her. "Yes, who are you?" She asked in a neutral tone, probably wondering how I knew her name. "I'm James, a friend of Riley's from school. I told her I'd come and pick her up, and walk her to school today." I said smiling gently. Riley's mother smiled. "Ah yes she's told me all about you, come in. She's just getting ready, I'm Jane." She said smiling, as she turned around to lead me into the house. I nodded and followed Mrs Winters inside, and she closed the door behind us. "Please come and sit, I'll pour you some orange juice while you wait." She said. I nodded, and saw the spacious kitchen and large Oak dining table in the centre. I sat down in an empty chair, as Mrs Winters brought over a jug of orange juice and poured me some into a glass. "Riley speaks a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you James. She says your Scottish?" Mrs Winters asked me. "Yes, I'm originally from Scotland. I lived in London for a bit, before moving to the US." I said taking a mouthful of the orange juice. "That's amazing, and I love your accent." She said smiling, as we waited for Riley. "Thank you." I said, and speaking only made Mrs Winters giggle as if she was in the presence of Elvis Presley or someone else famous. We talked about a few things, from my Clan in Scotland which I only knew the name of; Anderson. They were one of the original Clans in Scotland, one of the original Clans to sail over from Ireland and control regions of the country. Jane seemed to love hearing me speak about it, especially in my accent. Eventually Riley came downstairs, I heard her even from the kitchen and turned to look out of the kitchen to the staircase. She was wearing her denim overalls again, with another orange top beneath it and they stopped just below her knees. She had red and blue stripped knee socks, and her sneakers once again. She was carrying her bag of books, and I was surprised to see how fucking beautiful she was. Her olive skin shone in the light from the windows, and her dark hair blew around her face as she ran down the stairs. "Riley, honey. James is here." Jane said pointing to me with her cup of coffee. She didn't have to bother, since she saw me leaning around the corner to look at her. "James." She said in a loud gasping voice, clutching her bag of books to her chest in surprise. "I thought you were still on your way." She added, forcing herself to walk into the kitchen. "I like to be early, are you ready?" I asked swigging down my glass of orange juice, before putting it down on the table. Riley was stunned, but nodded. I smiled back, and stood up picking up my bag along the way. Riley was still in shock, as I thanked Jane for the orange juice, and walked ahead of her out of the house onto the pavement of the street. Riley followed, stumbling onto the street behind me as I stopped and waited for her. She caught up with me, and we began to walk alongside each other towards school. "So how have you been? You didn't respond to any of my texts until yesterday." Riley said. I nodded gently. "Yeah, I was worried about how you reacted on Friday. You seemed upset, about the kiss." I said. "The kiss I started, I thought you would have run for the hills or something after it ended." Riley said shyly, looking at me. I nodded. "I wouldn't have run, I saw you run though. Why did you run?" I asked Riley. Riley seemed hesitant, to give me her answer at first. "I didn't want to see you run, stand there and see your disgust at someone like me kissing you. A woman, you'd never look at or give a second glance in the street. You probably have girls who threw themselves at you back home, I wouldn't warrant any interest from you." Riley said quickly, forcing a smile as she talked so lowly of herself. Fuck, this girl lacked confidence; and she needed a lot of it. I laughed, and Riley looked at me strikingly. "You're mocking me?" She asked meekly. "I'm just laughing, at the idea of you thinking you're ugly. There are girls and women that I know, who would kill for your Olive skin, your beautiful body, your striking dark hair and that smile of yours. Stop selling yourself short, Riley. You're worth far more than you give yourself credit for, sweetheart." I said smiling, walking across the street to the next street with Riley at my side. I looked to Riley, and she was smiling but trying to hide it or at least mask it, but I saw her grin slightly. I think I really boosted her confidence in herself, and actually made her think she was more than desirable to a man. She softly pushed aside a strand of her dark, auburn hair from her face and put it behind her ears as we walked together. "So are you seeing anyone, back in the UK I mean?" Riley asked me. I smiled at her question, coughed and turned to her as we waited at a busy crossing for a car in the distance, to drive past. "The last girlfriend I had was in London, about a year ago. Not many feelings there, from either of us for the other person so it didn't last. I don't regret ending it, enough baggage already between me and her." I answered her. She nodded, and she wrinkled her rounded, button nose, and continued to walk with me. Eventually we arrived on the main street, the school was situated on. As to be expected, many students were running or walking briskly in groups towards the school. We had a few minutes, before we would have to go inside and wait for the bell to sound for Geography class to begin. "Thanks, I mean I wanted to thank you for what you did for me on Friday." Riley began, before correcting herself quickly. I nodded, and pressed on until we were standing near the benches I was first sitting on when I met Riley for the first time those few days just passed. "As long as you don't think of ever doing it again, I'll take that as the thank you. For me, Riley. Don't ever even think, of doing that again." I said, turning to face her with my eyes telling her how I felt about her choice that day. Riley agreed, and we continued to walk towards the school entrance and into it's halls making our way to our class. "So where's your dad? I didn't see him in the house." I said as I drank from a bottle of flavoured water I carried with me. Riley went quiet, as we turned into a busy corridor as other students stood outside their classes. "Had he gone to work already?" I asked her. Riley sighed. "He's dead, he died a few years ago in a car crash when I was about thirteen." Riley told me, and I hadn't expected it. "I'm sorry, I didn't think." I said simply, surprised at not really asking her the question more gently than I had. Riley smiled gently. "It's alright, I know why you asked. I appreciate it." She said as we turned another corner into another corridor. I saw the growing crowd around the door of our classroom. They were waiting for class to begin, and we were soon joining them. Eventually our teacher arrived, and she pushed open the door and allowed us inside the classroom. We were all sat down, and I was again sat next to Riley. "So how far are you two, with your project?" Ms Reynolds asked standing over our desks with a smile on her face. "We're quite far Ms Reynolds, we've covered some aspects of our region of choice. We chose to cover Western Europe, seeing as James is from Britain and has visited Spain and France before." Riley told her. Ms Reynolds smiled, looking at me. "Really, I've always wanted to visit Western Europe. It seems so far away, yet is not that far to reach if you're determined enough to go. What is France like?" She asked me, with a bright smile. I was a bit stumped, I'd only visited Calais in order to drive to Paris, where I spent a two days before returning to the UK. I'd also only visited the Southern coast of Spain, mainly Salou and Benidorm. "Well it's nothing special really, from the UK to France the only real difference is currency and the language. But in Paris and Calais, most people spoke English. Food is different, and culturally it took a bit of time to get used to it. But other than that, no real difference to the UK." I said smiling. Ms Reynolds smiled. "Hmm interesting, well keep me up to speed. I am looking forward to seeing your presentation once it's ready." She said smiling, and turned away to go over to another pair to speak to them about their project. "Well that was at least half true, we'll get started on France, Spain and Portugal today. Cover the rest through the week." I said putting my own plan, forward for her to hear out. Riley nodded. "Sounds like a plan, you know about Spain and France. We'll just research Portugal and sum it up in the presentation." Riley explained. That was it, the plan was set and Ms Reynolds then told us to take the rest of the lesson to do our own work on the our projects, and we got started on my experiences of Spain and France; and put it into words. We covered everything from Europe's currency; the Euro all the way to it's cultural differences, and it's history. By the end of Geography we were both tired, and looking forward to lunch. "God, I am fucking knackered." I said with a grunt, as we left the classroom together. Riley agreed, and laughed. "Can't believe, we wrote so fucking much." She said, surprising me with her language but I liked it. We made our way towards the canteen, and as we passed one of the classrooms; who else but Connie and two of her Cheer-leading friends stepped out into our path. "Oh look it's the dork, and her new friend. I thought you would have chose not to show your face around here, for a while since that incident we had in the canteen." Connie said, showcasing her new blonde curls and her Cheer-leading outfit. Her two friends chuckled, a redhead and another blonde girl. Riley kept her face straight, and looked up at Connie who was maybe an inch taller perhaps. "Connie, we're going to lunch. I do not want any trouble, can you please let us through." Riley asked, but her tone was different; it sounded indifferent. Not scared, but not strong enough either; just flat. "Oh, sorry the canteen as usual is out of bounds for you; and your friend. I made that clear to you yesterday." Connie said in a venomous tone, that made me want to groat her. I expected Riley to cry, and run. I didn't blame her, her self-esteem was too low, and she didn't have the motivation to just put an end to Connie's bullying. I was about to say something, when Riley surprised everyone crowded around us. "Go fuck yourself, Connie." Riley said in a strong, sharp tone. Connie's eyes went wide in surprise, as everyone whispered and spoke to each other around us. "If I want to go and eat in the canteen, then I am going to. You're not fucking stopping me, any more." She added, and Connie's eyes were as wide as saucepans. "What did you fucking say!" Connie shouted, as if the mere words Riley had said were knives in her back. "You fucking heard me, you stuck up, little bitch." Riley said stepping forwards, to confront and face Connie. Connie was frightened, and stepped back in fear. As everyone watched, Connie saw that her fellow students did not see her as the top dog of the girls in the school, and made one last attempt to put Riley down. She stepped forward and shoved Riley hard, in the chest sending her to the floor. She fell, and I dropped down to help her to her feet. Everyone gasped in surprise, and Connie gave her cocky, grin as if she was queen fucking bee. I helped Riley to her feet, she was breathing hard but not crying as I held her by her shoulders gently. "You evil witch!" Riley said, and suddenly threw herself from my hold forwards and launched herself at Connie, pushing her to the floor and landing on top of her. "Jesus." Was all I managed to say, as Riley scratched, ripped and tore at Connie beneath her like a wild animal. Connie surprisingly, couldn't get a blow in against Riley as she was waving aside her feeble strikes. Connie was too busy wailing, and screaming. "I've had enough of this!" Riley screamed, as she slapped Connie across the face once, and hard. Connie stopped moving, and held her face with her hand and was shaking. "If you ever, try and bully me again! I'll bite your fucking face off, Connie. I swear it on my dad's fucking grave, I will!" Riley shouted down at Connie, giving her orders, her ultimatum to her bully. Riley snarled, and Connie shivered as if looking into the eyes of a wild cat, or a Lioness pinning down it's dinner. Connie flinched, as Riley stood up and patted down her overalls of any dirt, and walked over to me to pick up her bag that had come loose in the affray with Connie. Connie was nursing her face, where a shade of Crimson red was growing brighter. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and for once, for the very first time she tasted what she had been doing to Riley for so long. The true fear and terror Riley had faced, and she obviously didn't like to face her own torture that she meted out on people. "Let's go, I'm hungry." Riley said, grabbing my hand tightly, and pulled me with her into the canteen. We were soon in the canteen, through the queue with our food and sitting at a table together. Riley had ordered a hamburger, and fries as I had and was munching heartedly into the bun and meat as adrenaline was coursing through her body still. "You are feeling it, aren't you?" I asked her over my burger as I took a mouthful. "Feeling what?" She asked me, putting her half-eaten burger on her tray. "The adrenaline, coursing through your veins. It's making you hungry, but it'll wear off soon. It never lasts forever." I told her. Riley nodded. "I've never felt that before, that rush of finally getting something, anything. To get that bitch, Connie back for everything. To put an end to it all, I guess I don't think it was me who was in control of my own body." She went on to explain to me over her food. "It always feels like that, there's a beast in every person. It comes out of us sometimes, when we're cornered and have had enough of something. Other times, it doesn't come out and in the end we back down, or run. But you cannot let that beast out too much, too often. It's dangerous, to you and to others." I told her drinking from my Soda can. Riley was thinking of something, as she played with her fries on her tray. "You've done this often, haven't you? I mean fought, you fought a lot in your old schools, and back home?" She asked me looking across at me. I nodded, not proud of some of the things I've done but knew it was necessary since it was always done against bullies, and violent people. "Yeah, I have sadly. I did it to survive, at first. In my school you were either a bully, or a victim of a bully. There was no middle ground, for actually just protecting yourself and others from bullies. I changed that, at almost all of the schools I attended. I hated bullies, and wanted to make sure no one that I cared about was ever bullied. It meant getting into fights with those who tried to bully me, failed to do so and then moved onto my friends or just other students. It meant constantly taking on old bullies, and new ones who tried to bully my friends. It got tiring, that feeling you have. It doesn't last, in the last few schools I attended I no longer got that adrenaline in my blood. All I felt was annoyance, and irritation in having to always fight people." I told her, shoving a few fries into my mouth. Riley was staring at me, her eyes looking me from my shoulders to my head systematically. "How did you cope?" She asked. That was a question, quite a question. I sometimes don't know how I survived, but I did. The constant fights, even my sister had to fight some of the girls in my school who tried to bully me, as I refused to hit girls. "I just got on with my life, outside of the fighting and stuff. I went out of that part of my life, got into hiking, and reading and such. It helped control the surge of anger, annoyance and the urge to fight. I would just, avoid fighting and stuff outside of school. It was hard, most of the time I failed to avoid it but it helped me." I said taking another bite of my burger. "I was a totally different person, I'm afraid of becoming that person full time." She said, her voice told me she was genuinely afraid of that happening to her. "It won't, you just have to reserve it for people like Connie; and then stepped back, and let it out through other ways to avoid it taking hold of your life fully." I said trying to comfort her. It seemed to work, and she smiled back. "You really fucking gave it to Connie, full blast. She looked frightened of you, and that is not a lie." I said drinking my Soda. Riley laughed. "Well, she'll leave us alone now. You dealt with Donnie, and I dealt with Connie." Riley added as she ate some fries. I agreed, and we ate as we talked about our project, and other things including our lives. Eventually, with five minutes to spare before our separate classes to start we split up and agreed to meet up after school outside the main doors again like the previous times. "Hey." She said smiling, as she turned to me when all of a sudden a redhead girl approached us both. She looked quite pretty, with her striking redhead, and blue eyes. I didn't know her name, but Riley did. "Wendy." Riley said with a smile, as the redhead girl stopped in front of us. "Hey Riley, I heard about what you did to Connie. Oh my fucking God, you finally stood up to that bitch and put her in her place. She ran home, after telling the nurse she wasn't feeling well. She's ruined, her reputation and everything." Wendy said grinning, and pleased with what had happened. Riley agreed, and turned to me. "James, this is Wendy. She was bullied by Connie as well for a while until she stood up to her." Wendy smiled, wearing a denim skirt and blouse with what I assumed was either stockings or pantyhose on her legs; as they were darker in tone to her face and arms. She took my hand, and shook it. "Ah, the Scottish stranger. I've heard about you too, and what you did to Donnie. He's been hiding, since that day." I smiled, as Wendy told me that knowing he wouldn't be backing Connie in her bullying any more. "Listen guys, I'm throwing a house party tonight. My parents aren't home, and I think everyone needs to celebrate Connie being knocked from her throne finally. It's long overdue, and we all need a drink." Wendy said. A Friendly Face Ch. 03 "Why don't you both come along, it starts about 6pm. My parents will be gone by then, and I'll have the entire house to myself until tomorrow night." Wendy said excitedly. Riley turned to me, excited and smiling far more than I had ever seen her since meeting her. "What do you think, James? Should we go?" She asked me. I knew Riley really wanted to go to the party, perhaps her first party where she no longer feared Connie would show up and humiliate her, as usual. It was surprising though, that she was asking me if we should go together. "Sure, I have no plans for tonight." I said smiling back. Riley giggled, and her and Wendy spoke about clothing, or dresses; but I wasn't listening. Eventually Wendy broke away, and told us she'd see us both tonight at her house for the party. Riley was grinning, as we began to walk alongside each other, and without warning she slipped her arm through my own and locked them together so we were walking arm-in-arm together. It felt weird, was it as friends? Or something more? I didn't think too much on it, as Riley was exuberant and happy for once in a long while so I let her walk with me, arm-in-arm together. We eventually reached her house, and she was smiling at me. "I'll sneak out in about an hour, and meet you near the town square. And we'll go together, to Wendy's party." She told me. I agreed, but she hadn't let go of my arm. "Well I'll see you, at the town square in an hour." I said smiling, as I gently slipped my arm from hers and she let go. She ran up the path to her house, and stepped inside; but not before looking once more at me and smiling, before disappearing inside. I shivered, an unknown feeling touched me deep in my chest and I looked and saw Riley passing through the kitchen through it's windows, talking to her mother. She was happy, and I wasn't going to spoil that for her, by questioning her reasons for the walk arm-in-arm with me. If it made her feel better, wanted, liked by someone for once in her life then I'd be that friend to her. I turned away, and went home to get changed for the party. Once I was home, and about to go inside my room my sister popped her head out of her bedroom to look at me. "How was school?" She asked smiling. Ashley always had a way of sneaking up on me, when I least expected it or wanted her to. But then again, she was my older sister; and we always had a close bond together. "Not too bad, good classes." I said pushing open my bedroom door, hoping this was where my sister left me alone to my thoughts. But no, instead she was right behind me and in my room kicking her ankle boots to the floor. "Maw' is gonna kill you, remember what she said about your shoes." I said, maw was just how I called our mother, in my accent it sounded almost like the mooing of a cow. "She's always like that, both in Glasgow and London. Let her nag." She said smiling, as she sat down at my computer desk where my laptop was placed. I took off my own boots, and put my bag on my bed. I turned and saw Ashley had put on some of my metal music on my laptop; it was Down In A Hole by Alice In Chains. One of my favourite old, American metal bands from the nineties. "Come on, so how's things with your friend Riley? You couldn't stop talking about her, and then by Friday night you were not saying a thing about you and her." Ashley asked me, sitting in her jeans, and hooded top over one of her Punk, girl bands fan tops. All I could see was that it was pink, but it had heavy graffiti on it and symbols. I threw myself on the bed, looking up at The Walking Dead poster, I had stuck to my ceiling above me. "Not much, there's a party tonight that me and her were invited to. But she's going to sneak out, and meet me in the town square before we head to the party." I told her. I could be honest with Ashley, she was only two years older than me but she was always a close sister who I could trust with any secrets. Back in Glasgow, and in London she kept my sexual conquests and misdemeanour's secret from our parents as well as some of the fights I had with guys, that ended up with busted noses or broken bones. "That's big." Ashley said, as she slid the computer chair across my carpeted floor near my bed. "For who?" I asked, turning to look at her flaming, red hair that was cascading around her shoulders and neck. "Both of you." I didn't believe her, why was it a big deal for us both? "Oh come off it, why for both of us? We're just friends." I said tucking my hands under my head, to rest there. "Look, from what you told me of Ashley before you went all quiet on Friday night; is that she's a shy girl, and usually doesn't come out of herself and enjoy things. It's a big thing for her, to do something like this, and another thing for you because you could end up seeing each other in a totally different light after tonight. She's going to dress up, and you'll see her as more than just that friend at school. You have to be careful with her tonight, look after her." I was listening to her, and what she was telling me. It was hard to believe I would see Riley as how she was describing things, but it was true. "Look after her?" I asked my sister. Ashley sighed, and pushed her red hair from her face, and saw her dark brown eyes; the same eyes she shared with me. "She's not going to be used to this environment. After being bullied for so long, she won't know what a party is going to be like. She could over drink, she could get herself into trouble with a guy at the party or just make a fool of herself. She needs you to be there for her, James. Man up, you've been to your fair share of parties and you know what could happen to a girl like her." Ashley went on to say. I said nothing, as the lyrics of Down In A Hole filled the silence I gave Ashley. She stood, and brushed down her front and turned to the door, before looking back at me. "She's an innocent James, you knew many of them back home. You looked over them, watched over Tommy and Sarah when they were in school with you. They were your cousins, and you watched over them. If you care about Riley, you'll make sure she's safe tonight and get her home safely. You will do the same for her." That was all she said, before leaving me alone to my thoughts and music in my bedroom. A few minutes passed, as another song of Alice In Chains started when I decided to go and shower, and get ready for the party. It didn't take long, a quick shower later I was dressed in a clean pair of jeans, a matching blue shirt and black hooded top that I wore over that. I picked up my house keys so I could get back inside the house, without waking my parents or Ashley before leaving the house. It was almost 5:15pm and I knew to meet Riley in the town square. It was getting dark, as I turned a corner into the empty streets that the stores were located on, that only about an hour ago were all open. I saw Riley sitting in the distance on the green, on a bench waiting for me. I crossed the empty street, and approached the bench. I couldn't see much of her with her back to me, but saw she was wearing a denim jacket. I turned around the bench, to face Riley who was smiling up at me. Her dark brown hair was curled, and framed her beautiful face, and features against her sweet Olive skin. She was looking up at me, and I was looking at her. She was wearing a dark, blue dress under the denim jacket. It looked tight fitting to her bust, and chest but loose around her knees where it stopped. She was wearing little flat-sole shoes, that matched her dress. Riley also had make-up on, dark eye-liner and eye shadow around her eyes, and matching dark lipstick. She could pass herself off as a Goth chick, or a model that was for certain. She was stunning, beautiful even. Ashley was right, we would end up seeing one another in a different light tonight; problem was that it was me seeing her differently. "Hey." She said smiling, standing from the bench and her coat opened slightly. Her chest was heaving out, barely contained by her dress. She was a woman, and no one could doubt that from the impressive bust she had, and the cleavage that she was showing, without knowing it. "You look... wow." Was all I could get out of my mouth, looking at her. "Stop it, I look a mess. My cousin Veronica was visiting, and I told her about the party so she did all this. All of it was her idea, I don't think I look any better than I usually do." Riley said, shyly as she looked at her feet, and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You don't ever need anyone to show your off your beauty for you, because it already shows." I said, and was stunned that I would say something like that, when I was supposed to be just her friend. Riley was shy, and bit her bottom lip as she looked up at me with her piercing eyes, framed by the dark make-up. "Shut up." She said smiling. I had to admit, that feeling that I had when we were arm-in-arm at her house had returned; but it was far stronger now. "Are you ready to go?" I asked her. Riley was beaming, and smiling. "If you're ready to take me." She said. I smiled and put out my arm for her to take, as we had done earlier. She slipped her arm into mine, and we walked together towards Wendy's house. A few streets away, and I already had most men walking past us staring at Riley, and of course staring at her behind as we walked together. When they did this, for some reason I actually tightened my hold of her hand as we walked, and she never flinched from it. As we walked along the street Wendy's house was on, we saw people outside, drinking and enjoying the party on the front garden of the house. I assumed Wendy's parents had left earlier than she had originally thought. "I've never been to a party like this." Riley said squeezing my hand in her own. "Well if it's like ones I went to back home, it involves a lot of alcohol. My advise, steer clear of over-drinking and do not mix your drinks. Stick to one type of alcohol, that Wendy and her guests have provided." I said, and as she was about to pull me along to the garden of the house, I gently stopped her by holding her arm. She turned to face me, her warm, beautiful eyes and face looking at me. It was painful for me. "Do not leave your drink unattended, do not accept one from any guy here at the party." I said to her, and noticed her eyes flicker as she looked directly into my eyes. It made me nervous, as if I was staring back at a woman I'd dreamt of my whole life. "Just be careful, Riley." I said, lowering my tone and trying to sound normal for her. Riley smiled, and for a moment she just looked at me; before wrapping her arms around me and around my back, to hug me. "I will be, for you. I know you'll be there, right next to me to make sure I am." Riley said, pressing her face against my shoulder. There was cheering from the house, but it was directed towards us. Something was happening inside the house, and so we broke off the embrace. We said nothing more, but held onto one another's arm as we walked up the path of the two-storey house to the open front door. There were fellow students from school, drinking from plastic cups and chatting to one another; some being overly-flirtatious with each other. We walked inside the house, and were immediately greeted by Wendy, who was wearing the same denim skirt as before but with a red top, that stopped just above her belly button. "Hey guys, I'm glad to see you came. There's a keg in the kitchen, and some of girls brought some liquor and Vodka." Wendy said smiling, holding a plastic cup of what looked to be beer. Out of nowhere I was handed a beer by one of Wendy's girlfriends, and Riley took a cup of the beer offered by the same girl as well. "I'll stick to the beer." Riley said in a whisper so Wendy did not overhear her. I nodded, and took a mouthful of the keg beer as I looked around the hallway of the house and saw some randy students I recognised from my classes, kissing girls and having a riotous time. "Come on, Riley. Let me introduce you to the girls." Wendy said taking Riley by her hand and guiding her to a pack of girls, who I did not recognise as being part of Connie's clique or were bullies themselves. I relaxed a bit, as Riley looked at me as she was guided away from me. I gave her a comforting nod, to tell her I was going to be nearby if she needed me. There was a steady beat and rhythm of Rihanna's What Now song, playing from a stereo in the corner of the hallway. I drank my beer, and kept an eye on Riley who was laughing with the girls as I began to walk around the house, seeing the other students enjoying themselves. I found the keg, and poured myself another cup of beer as time passed. I drank the beer in the garden, before moving onto the kitchen again just passing the time. No one seemed to notice I was even there, as they kissed each other, or got off with each other. About an hour had passed, or more since I last saw Riley. When as I was sat on a chair in the kitchen listening to a mix of Pop songs, and Urban tunes Wendy found me. "Hey, James. Glad I found you." She told me. "What's up?" I asked her putting down my beer. Wendy looked left to right, being cautious. "One of the school quarterbacks, gave Riley a drink when I wasn't there; and she drank it but I think he gave her something stronger than Vodka. He's trying to get her inside the bathroom alone. I didn't know who else to find, to help." I sighed, and stood up. "Show me." I said. Wendy guided me through the house, and I saw a bathroom where a large quarterback with short black hair and built like a brick-shit house was trying to drag Riley into the bathroom. She was fighting him, but her body looked limp, and she looked as if she was either drunk or drugged by this guy. The guy had at least double my body weight on me, and a few inches taller than me. He looked all muscle in mass, so I slowly approached him as I told Wendy to stay back. "Please, leave me alone." Riley said, swinging her arm limply at the man to get loose from his hold. He said nothing, trying to drag her into the bathroom with her by her waist in a bear-hug hold. I moved closer, and cleared my throat. "Let her go." I said, and looking around me saw a what looked to be a letter opener on a small hallway table, where there were a pile of open, and unopened mail. He looked at me, and snarled. "Fuck off, or I'll beat you down." I listened to his threat, and advanced on him. "Well, you've got double the size on me and muscle. But I don't need that, to beat you. I will not allow this to happen, which means if I need to stab you with this then I will. I will call you an ambulance of course, but by the time they arrive do you think you'll still be breathing?" I asked him in a threatening tone. The guy laughed. "I know the threats you made to Donnie, and you kicked him about until he backed down. The problem is, I won't back down like he did." He told me. I smiled manically, as if I was crazy or hopped up on drugs too much to care about the risks involved in this confrontation. "That is all I wanted to hear, you're giving me all the justification to stab you until you're dead almost. You're attempting to rape, my friend there which means I will do everything in my power, until with broken bones and will I cannot get on my feet again to stop you. Now what does that mean, if someone makes that promise to you?" I questioned him. He was no longer pulling Riley into the room, and she was standing on her own feet watching the confrontation. He said nothing, but watched me. "It means, that I will not stop. It means to protect my fucking friend there, you will have to make sure I have no pulse left when you're finished with me. Because I'll come back, again and again until I am a fucking corpse to protect that girl there. She's all that matters to me in this town, and I will do everything to protect her." I said now a yard or two away from him and Riley, holding the letter opener in my hand in a menacing way. He swallowed hard, looking at Riley still in his hold and me, before ending his gaze on the letter opener. He looked close to running, or dragging Riley even more roughly into the bathroom, when Riley struck him hard across the face with what looked to be a pair of heels, the stiletto part of the shoe struck him in the right cheek. He gasped in pain, and letting go of Riley who stumbled away over to me he turned to us all. There was a trickle of blood from a gash on the cheek, and it was bleeding. "You fucking bitch!" He growled. I looked at Riley, she was scared but stood firm. I decided to try another tactic, and slid the letter opener into her own shaking hand. "If you come at her, she will do everything in her power to stop you from hurting her; including whatever she can do with that letter opener." I told him, stepping away from her and making it clear that Riley could hurt him as much as I could. He looked away, and walked away in a tantrum down the hall and out of sight holding his cheek with his hand. He was soon gone, and Riley turned to me breathing hard. "I told you not to mix your drinks! To not accept a drink from a guy, here at the party!" I shouted at her, getting upset. Riley was quiet, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Wendy was watching me, and Riley. "I'm sorry." Riley said simply. I was angry, upset, and very scared of what could have happened to Riley. I looked away. "I'm sorry, that I got angry." I said, as Wendy watched us both. Riley nodded, and moved over to Wendy. "I'll keep an eye on her, go and have a drink, James. I promise you, I'll look after her." Wendy said. I sighed, and looking at Riley I nodded and went to the kitchen to get another beer. I was angry, and so I went to the keg and filled another cup, and drank heavily. Some time passed, and the party soon died down coming close to almost 10pm. Most of the party-goers knew they had school the next day, and that their families would go ape-shit if they didn't get home by appointed times; that's if they hadn't had to sneak out of their house. The keg was finished, and empty cups were everywhere as I looked for Riley. I soon found Wendy, and saw Riley was tipsy as she stood near the wall of the lounge. "I thought you said, that you were going to look after her?" I asked Wendy, but in a very neutral tone. Wendy smiled, turning to look at me. "I did, she's only been drinking beer. I can't stop her from drinking, but I can make sure she doesn't mix her drinks again and she hasn't." I breathed hard, and she was right. I knew drunk, Riley was drunk that was undeniable. But there was a difference between being drunk from one kind of alcohol, and being drunk from a mix of different types of alcohol. The latter was a far deeper drunk, and she would be comatose from it's effects. "I guess you're right, I better get her home." I said gently walking over to Riley. Slowly I got Riley into my hold, with one arm behind her back and the other on her right arm, gently holding it. I turned her, towards the front door where other party-goers were leaving through when Wendy called after me. "When are you going to tell her?" She asked me. I wasn't in the mood, for trick questions tonight. "Tell her what?" I asked in an irritated voice. Wendy looked at me, and said nothing for a few moments before she dropped a bombshell on me. "The way you've looked out for her tonight, and getting upset as you did. Don't try and lie, but that's more than just the care of a friend. You want her as more than that, even if you can't admit it to yourself. You care too much for her, and that is what you're afraid of. Caring too much about her, because you would have to admit you felt something more for her than just friendship." A Friendly Face Ch. 03 Before I could rebuke that, and put up a defence she was gone, cleaning the house of the mess her guests had caused. I stood there, holding an almost sleeping Riley in my arms before turning to leave the house. I got her as far as my house, holding her up and carrying her as she spoke in slurs, or simply talked nonsense. It was because I had taken another route, that took us passed my house first instead of Riley's. "Come on Riley, we've got to get you home." I said as I carried her almost passed the front gate of my parent's house, when she went limp in my arms and I couldn't carry her. "Jesus." I said, checking her breathing by my hand. She was breathing, but was obviously sleeping now from the effects of the beer; obviously not at the right time to do so. I decided against taking her to her house, since it was still a long distance away and she was now limp and sleeping in my arms. I could put her to bed in Ashley's room, and ask my sister to watch over her through the night as she slept. I managed to get her to the front door, and get my key into the lock, and push it open without dropping Riley to the floor. The house was dead, dark and void of anyone still awake. My parents usually go to bed about 10pm, to watch television in their own bedroom and Ashley usually does the same. I carried Riley into the house, gently kicking the door behind me closed. Slowly we mounted the stairs, and I carried her as gently and as carefully as I could up to my room, but as we stood outside my room she woke suddenly. She was mumbling something incoherent, as I pushed open my room door and brought her inside. "Right, let's get you on the bed and I'll wake up Ashley." I said, more to myself as I didn't think Riley could understand me. All of sudden, she found some control and strength and pushed me against the wall of my bedroom, against the posters of my favourite musicians and bands. "James." Was all she mumbled as she pressed her mouth against mine, with her eyes tightly shut. "Riley, stop--" I began to say, but Riley stopped me kissing me passion that I could only assume was because of the alcohol in her body. Her hands were on my chest, pressing through my shirt and I felt my heart beat as if it was being shocked with a cattle prod, and I could hardly breath as her hands roamed all over my chest, before stopping at my stomach. She didn't really want this, she was drunk and I had to stop this before it got out of hand. I was about to stop, when all of a sudden she stepped back, and with glazed eyes looked at me before running out of my room and for a brief second she looked at the empty bathroom, and charged inside. I followed her, and as I entered the bathroom I wish I hadn't and saw Riley vomiting into the toilet, bent over it. "Well, better out than in." I said, crossing my arms as I leant against the door frame. She coughed, and vomited a few times into the toilet, and I noticed she hadn't got it all into the toilet as the front of her dress was covered in vomit, but luckily her coat was spared. She looked as if she was between falling asleep, and barely able to stay alert. I watched her, and decided it was better my sister changed her from her soiled dress and wash her. I knew it was right thing to do, and the right way to do it. Watching her once more, I was sure she would be alright until I came back with Ashley. I made my way across the landing, and knocked on my sister's bedroom door. "Ashley." I called in a whisper, but loud enough against the door for her to hear me. I heard some faint footsteps, and the door opened and I saw my sister wearing her pyjama's. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing her reading glasses. "What?" She asked me in a low tone. "I need your help, Ashley." I told her. She looked left to right as she poked her head out of her bedroom door, as if to see if our parents were around. "Why?" She asked. "I brought Riley back, from the party. She drank too much beer, and she's been sick in the bathroom. She's soiled her dress, and I can't undress her or wash her." I told her, being as honest as I could be with her. "Jesus Christ." She said in a moan, and sighed. "Fine, she can sleep in my room. I'll take sofa bed, and she can have my bed. She can borrow some clothes for tonight, and tomorrow to go to school." Ashley looked tired, but came out of her room and I followed her back to the bathroom where Riley was. She saw Riley leant over the toilet seat, with her arms draped over it's sides. "Come on, help me sit her up on the toilet seat and then you can go. I'll do the rest." I nodded, and helped her lift Riley up from the toilet, put down the toilet seat and sit her down gently on it. Ashley gently helped get her coat off her, and put it aside so it didn't get spoilt as well. "You can go, I'll deal with the rest." My sister told me, so I turned and was about to leave when she spoke again. "Did she kiss you, or did you kiss her?" She asked me, not looking at me as she began to clean some of the vomit from her face and dress. "How did you--" I began to ask her, but she cut me off with her hand up flat to stop me speaking. "I told you, that you would see each other in a different light tonight and it did happen. I told you to be careful, and now look at the poor mare." She said as she continued to wash her face gently with a face cloth. "Poor mare? Why is this all my fucking fault?" I asked getting angry. I asked for none of this, for these feelings growing for her, for her to kiss me, for the arm holding. I asked for none of it, yet I was getting all of the blame for it. "Because you should have known better! You knew she was going to overdo it at the party because she's never experienced one before. You didn't keep control of things, and now you'll both remember how far things went last night and it will remain to be seen how your friendship stands in the morning. If you can't bloody decide how you want things to be with her, then don't take any chances either way. It will hurt her, as much as it will hurt you if things go sour between you both. If you really cared about her, you would never have let things get out of hand between you both." My dear sister told me, as she cleaned Riley of her vomit. I got angry, for everything I had done for her tonight I still ended up having those feelings for Riley I had been trying to ignore and avoid. "I stopped her from being fucking raped tonight! Sexually assaulted! Yet I am getting the blame for something I can't control, something that I cannot stop!" I said in a very angry tone, yet being careful to make sure only Ashley heard me. Ashley looked at me. "Grow fucking up! You know if you have those feelings for her, then it's genuine. You didn't meet in a fucking bar, or pick her up from the street. You became friends with her first, that counts for something. If you can't decide if those feelings you are having for her are real, then bury them and get on with being a fucking friend to her. If they are real, then ask her about the kiss if she remembers it. Or just ask her outright, and find out. Stop hiding behind being just a friend, because it's wasting her time and your own." She was angry, as she shouted but continued to clean Riley as she removed her flat-sole shoes. "She kissed me!" I blurted out. My sister showed no surprise or emotion, as she put aside the shoes Riley was wearing and I saw she had nylons on of some kind since, it was obvious around her toes and feet. I didn't regret giving my sister the challenge of cleaning and dressing Riley. "Then you know what you have to do, if she remembers the kiss in the morning you talk about it. If she doesn't, then it's in your hands to either tell her about your feelings for her or fucking let it go, and go on being friends. Now go to bed, I have to undress her and get her cleaned." My sister said finally looking up at me, with her red hair and piercing eyes. "Fine." I muttered, and left the bathroom to go to my own bedroom. I shut the door behind me loudly, and threw myself down on the bed as I heard the shower running, and knew Ashley was getting Riley ready to wash the vomit from her body, and get her changed into clean clothes for bed. I looked up at my ceiling, as I turned on my stereo turning on my Alice In Chains CD, and listened to a few songs until I heard the show stop, and heard my sister's bedroom door shut knowing she was getting her dressed and putting her to bed. Now coming to think about it, I did fear the morning. If Riley awoke, remembering the kiss, and reacting badly to the memory and running home. I would never see her again, or if I did our friendship would be effectively over. I mulled over the thoughts in my head, of what I was going to do in the morning; how I would talk to Riley when she woke up. It wasn't an easy night, I wouldn't fall asleep for a good hour or two. (Well for everyone as you asked for, Chapter 3 is done and I hope you all enjoy it. All feedback, and comments is appreciated especially from fans of the story. Chapter 4 is coming soon, once I get a reading of how people have found this latest chapter.) A Friendly Face Ch. 04 Now the morning I dreaded had arrived, a few hours of restless sleep thinking about what had happened only hours earlier between me and Riley. It was a kiss, but more than that, it was touching, and I couldn't deny I wanted her. I sat up in my bed, looking at my alarm clock as it showed that it was almost 6am. I had been listening to Alice In Chains and Slipknot for the last hour that I had been awake for, and finally decided to get out of bed. I was wearing just boxers, and decided to go for a shower and brush my teeth in the bathroom. I quietly slipped out of my bedroom, and saw Ashley's bedroom door was still shut, and passed it quickly to the bathroom. Closing it's door behind me, I turned on the hot water of the shower and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. With my boxers off, I climbed into the shower. As the hot water hit me from above, I brushed my teeth at the same time, and then it happened. The bathroom door opened, I had forgot to lock it behind me! I thought it was Ashley, or mom or dad maybe. Then I peered through the shower curtains, and saw it was Riley in my sister's long, baggy pink silk pyjamas. "Riley!" I shouted, to alert her to me being in the shower. I saw her eyes were glazed, as if she was half asleep but they opened wide at the sound of my voice. "it's me, I'm in the shower!" I told her. "James!" She shouted, backing away from the toilet and wrapped her arms around her protectively. "Aye, it's me!" I shouted holding the curtains closed so she couldn't see anything in the gaps. "I'm sorry!" She shouted back, honestly being sorry for this incident. "Go use, the en suite toilet near my bedroom. It's got a toilet, and tub!" I told her. She nodded, and quickly left the bathroom closing the door behind me until only the sound of the shower running was all I could hear. I was breathing hard, and looked down to see my hard erection sticking out in front of me. Seeing Riley in those silk pyjama's, now remembering how curvy she looked and the size of her breasts that swung, and bounced as she jumped in horror at my voice. I should not have done it, but I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it remembering those little details again. I slowly stroked, before I was soon yanking on it as I was close to cumming thinking about my friend, my best friend here in a new country; I wanted Riley. I came, all over the shower and cleaned it up as best as I could with soap. "God, this is fucking wrong." I said to myself in a grunt, as I washed myself down and got out of the shower to put my boxers back on. I pushed the idea of what I had just done in the shower, to the back of my head and ignored what I had initially thought about regarding Riley's body to go back into my bedroom and change. I put on a pair of clean denim jeans, and my black Sons of Anarchy hooded top, I had a few of them as a big fan of the show even back in the UK. I grabbed my phone, and went downstairs to the kitchen waiting for Riley to want to speak to me about last night. I got downstairs, my mother Lizzie, and Ashley were sat around the kitchen table as my mom was cooking eggs and sausage for us all. "Where's Riley?" I asked Ashley. Ashley looked up at me. "Getting changed, she's had a bath and I gave her some clothes for today." She told me, slicing a piece of bacon apart, and shoving it in her mouth by the fork. My mother Lizzie looked at us both, she was in her late 40's with dark red hair like Ashley had and was dressed for the day in jeans and a blouse. "You want to explain, why that young lassie had to stay the night?" She asked me in her own, strong Scottish accent. I sighed. "Maw' come on, don't start today please. She had a bit too much to drink at a party we were at last night, so I brought her here since it was closer." I said. Ashley stepped in and spoke. "Maw' relax, she slept in my room last night." My mom nodded, but wasn't happy at how things have transpired. "She's your friend Jamie. I thought you looked after your friends." My mom said, calling me Jamie; only my family called me that to distinguish me from other family members called James. "I did maw', she just had a wee bit too much to drink. That's it, no one took advantage of her or anything. I'll get her to school safely, and then home." I told her, as she put a plate in front of me with eggs, bacon and sausage on it. I ate as I waited for Riley to come down to the kitchen, and ate the food heartedly my mom served. mom was busy cleaning up, and waiting for my dad to come down for his own breakfast which was put aside for him. Ashley looked at me, and spoke low in tone. "You going to talk to her, about what happened when she comes down?" I didn't answer her, as I broke the yolk of one of my eggs and covered a piece of sausage in it before eating it. "Hey, you need to talk to her. She's been a right mess since she woke up, and I had to tell her that she had drank a bit too much which was why you brought her here. She's angry at herself, and she needs to know you're her friend." Ashley said. I sighed, putting down my knife and fork. "I fucking know that, alright. I'll talk to her on the way to school." I said in a hushed voice. I ate another piece of bacon, when I heard footsteps and saw Riley turn and enter the kitchen. She was wearing a short skirt of my sister's, that was black and wore a matching black top with some punk band logo on it. She would probably wear her denim coat over it, but to compensate for the shortness of the skirt she was wearing black pantyhose. My sister had loads of clothes she never wore, that piled up in her closet. I assume she bought excessive pairs of pantyhose and stuff, things girls usually buy. She slowly entered the kitchen, with her brown hair curled and framing her olive skinned face, and features. She looked at me uncertain, and I quickly pulled out a free chair under the table for her. She looked at me, then I saw that look; the shameful, guilty one. She remembered the kiss alright, that was for sure, and probably the over-drinking that she did that ended up with her staying here last night. She looked away briefly, and sat down next to me as my mom put a plate of food in front of her. "Eat up love, you'll be hungry." She told her, and smiled. My mom and Ashley were always kind, caring and friendly to people; even people on the street. Ashley nodded, and forced a smile but refused to look at me as she picked up her cutlery and began to eat. Ashley spoke up, talking about a gig she was going to on Friday night to see a big girl-punk band she loved. I asked if she had any spare tickets, since I expected to be bored senseless that night but no luck she told me. Riley still had not said a word since sitting down, but had finished her food. I stood up grabbing my bag. "You ready to go, Riley?" I asked her. She nodded, and stood herself. "We'll swing by your house, and you can pick up your bag and speak to your mother." I said. Riley just nodded, and we left the kitchen and walked out of the house as Ashley and my mom called after us to have a good day. We began to walk down the street, and Riley said nothing. "So, are you going to talk to me?" I asked her. Riley continued to walk on, alongside me in silence. "Well, are you?" I asked her again. "Yes, alright I know I kissed you last night. I know I drank too much at the party, I feel like shit." She said in a gasp looking at me. I said nothing, and was relieved she did remember something of last night. "I made a fool of myself." She added. I looked at her, as she wiped away a tear. "You didn't act like fool last night." I told her. She wasn't convinced. "I kissed my best friend, that isn't how a nice night out is supposed to end." I was surprised with her summary of the night, in her own words. "No way, would a man like you want a girl like me to kiss you." Riley said and suddenly walked faster ahead of me. I sped up behind her, to catch up with her. "Hang on just a fucking minute! Why do you get to tell me, that I would never be interested in a girl like you!" I shouted after her, luckily the street was empty. I tried to stop her, by touching her arm and she pulled away in disgust. "Because you wouldn't! A man like you, would never be interested in a girl like me. I kissed you last night, and I may have been drunk but I could hear you, and I knew you didn't want me!" Riley said storming ahead, as we entered a nearby park that was only a few more streets from her house. God she could be fast when she wanted to be, as she walked ahead. "Will you just fucking stop!" I shouted after her, and as we neared a few heavy Oak trees I grabbed hold of the sleeve of her coat, and pulled her to me. The sudden pull, and movement made her spin and turn to me. "Will you stop telling me I could never want you, because I do!" I said, and without warning, and of course without thinking ahead I pressed my mouth against Riley's and kissed her. That was it, I had truly fucked things up now. Where I expected to be pushed away, slapped and told to never speak to her again I felt the opposite. Her hand pressed on my chest through my hooded top, and she kissed me back wildly. Her mouth opening so wide, I shoved my tongue into it. We were hidden away between two big trees, and my hands moved down her back to the bottom of my sister's skirt, and hiked it up with a flick of my wrist. I slid my hands quickly inside her skirt, and felt her nylon clad bottom. I soon started to knead her buttocks through the tights, and they were thick and juicy as I imagined. My groping of her teen bottom, made her moan and press her own mouth against mine harder. All the while her hand was rubbing my chest, and so I pressed forward with my pelvis and touched her own crotch beneath her tights with my own growing bulge. That made her stop moving, and kissing and simply just look into my eyes. "See, that's what I've been fighting since that kiss on Friday. I do have fucking feelings for you, Riley. I do want you, but I do not want to lose you as a friend." I said, and slowly we broke the hold we had and her skirt flowed down to cover her bottom again. Sadly my bulge was still growing and protruding outwards, and Riley's eyes were looking down at it. "I did that? But why? I am not attractive." God, could she not just see with her eyes that I wanted her, and wanted to be with her. "Yes you fucking are, I had a bloody hard on this morning in the shower after you came in." I said, not as loudly as I wasn't angry, more just trying to make her see sense. She looked away. "I stepped in last night with that guy who tried to drag you into the toilet, because you're my friend; and because I want you to be with me." I said shamefully, looking at one of the big trees nearby. Riley stopped looking away, and turned to me. "You want to be my first, the first person I have sex with?" She asked. I nodded, ashamed. "You think I don't see how twisted, and sick this sounds? I know it's wrong to see you in this way, we're friends." I looked into her eyes, and I saw surprise; even shock. I grunted, and began to lean against one of the trees behind me, waiting for her next response. "Is it just sex, that you want with me?" I looked at her, and thought about it. No it wasn't all I wanted with her, I cared about her, I could see myself dating Riley and calling myself a lucky man for it. "I want to be with you, in every way. Body and fucking soul. I've fallen for you Riley. I think I love you." I said, not moving from the tree. Riley was flabbergasted, looking at me and then around the park. "I've never heard a single man, ever tell me that he's fallen for me, or even liked me." Riley said gently. "I never thought any man would love me." She added. I nodded. "Well, that's it out there in the open. Now you know." Riley was quiet, and only the sound of the birds and trees swaying were audible. "What do we do now then?" She questioned me, crossing her arms across her chest. I didn't know, where to go from here with Riley. "I don't know, what do you want to do? I can leave you alone, I know I've complicated things between us. Riley, stood there her eyes flickering between me and looking down the path that led out of the park. Was she contemplating in just running, fleeing from me because of what I had just done to her? I wouldn't blame her, these past few days all we had done was make these mistakes. She looked at me, deep into my eyes. "I want your tongue back inside my mouth, and those hands of yours up my skirt again. I want to feel wanted, I want to feel that I'm actually sexy with you again. I've never felt it before, and I want to feel it again." Riley blurted it out, yet did not show a flicker of emotion in what she had just said to me. "Riley, it's a public park." I said. But she wasn't listening to her, as a gust of air blew her hair around her face as she walked up to me. "I don't fucking care, James. I know what I've wanted since I met you, now just shut up and do what you've been waiting for with me." Riley told me, and pushed me by my chest up against the tree once more. We moved around, until we were both behind the large Oak trees and near shrubbery of the park hiding us from sight. We moved together, as if in unison until I was pressed up against the tree. Riley was hungry for something, Connie had stopped her from feeling; physical contact with a man. She was looking into my eyes, before pressing inwards until her mouth was over mine and we kissed. As if we were lovers hiding our love for one another, in among the trees our tongues touched, and pressed together. On orders, I moved my hands down her back and flicked her skirt up again to slide them up inside, and cup her buttocks again. She emitted a moan at the touch, and rolled her hips in response. I spanked her buttocks, and gripped them in my palms. Riley was giggling, and kissing me as best as she could; but she was new to it. She was trying to smother my mouth with her own, sliding her tongue against mine in her own mind of how to kiss a boy. "Take you time." I told her breaking our smooching, and she giggled as she held the back of my head gently. She just looked into my eyes as my hands continued to grope, squeeze and play with her bottom. "I've never kissed a boy before." She said with a giggle. "What do I do?" I was surprised, that she would ask me on what to do in order to kiss me. But I understood her hesitation, seeing as it was thrust onto her and she just wanted to experience the new emotions she was feeling. "Take your time, and open your mouth for me; but do nothing more than that for now." I said. On my instructions, she did as I told her and allowed her mouth to stay open. "Now close it slightly, until only your lips are parted as if you were sucking on a straw." I told her. On order once again, she closed her mouth until only a small gap was there between her parted lips. I moved in close, and placed my whole mouth over her closed mouth, but closed my own lips around hers until they were the same as one another. Then kissing her, as I opened my mouth wide then closed it again at the same as hers we were kissing now only on our lips. But she did not kiss me, and was allowing me to kiss her only. But her hands were doing something nice; rubbing my cock through my jeans, at the crotch. We were both moaning together, as my fingers inside her skirt found her womanhood, inside the tights and I pressed on it, and rubbed with my fingers. Now it was her time to moan louder, as she was feeling excited for the first time at the hands of a man. Her hand rubbed harder, furiously against my cock inside my jeans. I broke our kiss, and spoke. "Turn around, back towards me." I told her. She without question, did as I told her turning so her back was to me. I now saw that my groping hands inside her skirt had forced it up around her waist, and the pantyhose she wore shone in the light of the sun. Lifting the rest of the skirt up, I now saw her large, thick, but firm bottom that she always hid inside her overalls. "Your dick is so hard." Riley gasped in a series of moans, as I pressed my hard bulge against her ass, and pressed into it. "Cock." I said smiling. Riley grinned, over her shoulder. "Cock?" God her voice was sexy, as she called my penis what it really was. "Yeah, my cock." I added. Riley giggled, squeezing my cock through my jeans with her hand. "Can I feel it, fully?" Riley asked me, squeezing my cock-head. I placed her slim fingers onto the zip of my jeans, as I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. "Go ahead, take it out of my jeans." I said as I saw her prodding the zip of my jeans. Slowly her fingers took hold of the zip, and drew it down. My cock was erect and pressed up against the zip, and slipped out as she pulled the zip fully down. My cock-head inside my boxers poked out of the zip, and Riley took hold of my cock by my shaft and pulled it free of my my jeans. But with my boxers still on, Riley curled her hand inside my boxers and pulled my erect, naked cock from there and held it firmly in her hand. I'm not massive, but I am big enough; being more thick, than long. Riley was touching, and feeling her first ever cock. "Wow, it's thick." Was her only comment over her shoulder, as she stroked my cock. I continued to look around, in case anyone spotted us and called the Police on us. But the park was empty, and the only sounds were birds chirping, and Riley moaning as she stroked my cock; and of course me moaning from her touch. She suddenly turned back to look at me, and was stroking my cock as she looked into my eyes. "I've never done this before." She whispered, yet never broke eye contact with me. "I've never even seen a cock before, except in videos on the internet." She added, with a grin. Her eyes travelled between my cock, and my eyes as she stroked me firmly. "I think it's fair to say, that if you've seen mine; I should see yours." I said smiling, and looking down at her inner thighs that were still visible, encased in nylons. "Oh god, I've never shown anyone my vagina, or my ass." I knew that made sense, she was very demure and shy. "Spread your legs." I said, and slid my hands beneath her skirt and rolled it up to expose her crotch, and inner thighs. She slowly parted her thighs, and light bounced off the nylons she wore. I took hold of the waistband of the dark tights, and rolled them down slowly as we stood, with her hand still gripping my cock. Eventually the crotch of black lace panties came into view, I hope they were the same ones she wore last night and not a pair of my sister's given to her to wear. The panties were pulled up her mound, in a very sex camel toe appearance. The panties hugged her sex, and I continued to roll them down until the tights were also under her buttocks. She was shaking, but I assume it was because of the whole situation she was new to. I wrapped my arms around to the back of her panties and took hold of the waistband, rolling it down as well under her bottom and pussy. She was hairy, but not in an extreme way. She had a healthy patch of pubic hair above and around her slit. I assumed she did keep her hair there short, as it would be more if she didn't maintain it. "Come here." I said gently turning her until we were pressed up against the tree. "Stand there, and just let me do my thing." I said smiling. She pressed her back against the tree, and gripped at it with her fingers as she waited for me. With my cock still out of my jeans, I decided to put it away as I didn't intend to fuck her; that would be wrong, and taking advantage of her. But I was going to make her feel good for the first time in her life, and worship her body. A man could give a woman a good orgasm, with his mouth; and she was going to get a good one from me. I gently knelt down in front of her crotch, seeing her womanhood covered in dark pubic hair, she looked tight and brand new to sex in general. I looked up at her, and saw she was breathing hard. A Friendly Face Ch. 04 "It's alright, relax and hold onto the tree for support." I told her, before looking back down at her pussy. Riley nodded, but she looked uncertain as she gripped the tree with her sex exposed to a man on his knees in front of her. I looked at that tight, juicy pussy of Riley's and knew I wanted to bury my cock inside it in the future, and that made my cock twitch. I leaned closer, and smelled her scent; that womanly aroma of a woman's sex. I leaned closer, and extended my tongue to gently touch her slit. She shuddered as my tongue touched her sensitive lips, and she shivered. "God, what the fuck was that?" She demanded. I laughed. "Oral pleasure, you've seen pornography right? A woman going down on a man, and a man going down on the woman." I said. She nodded, but her eyes were clenched shut and she gently bit down on her bottom lip. I leaned back in close, and licked her pussy slit once more, and she moaned. With her against the tree, I was able to use my hands and gently parted her tight slit, until I could see her clitoris, and heavy juices were flowing forth. I leaned in and licked her gaping pussy, and sucked on it as if I was a dog searching for water. "Oh god, this is amazing. I feel like I am on fire!" Riley panted, gripping to the tree for dear life. I smiled to myself, Riley was enjoying it. That was all that mattered to me, as I licked her pussy for all she was worth, before pushing the tip of my tongue inside her and touched her clitoris. That set her off as if an mine in a field had gone off, and her body shuddered rapidly as she gasped for air. Holding her by her hips, I pulled her into my face and sucked, kissed and licked her sex. She figured out how to play along with this game, and she thrust her pelvis out at me and my mouth hungrily. Riley brought one of her hands to her face, and covered her mouth to try and muffle her moans and screaming. Her pelvis thrust back and forth against my mouth, and I knew Riley was close to exploding in an orgasm, her first caused by a man. "Cum for me, Riley." I said in a muffled voice as I mouth was pressed against her mound. "I've never cum like this before, I can't control it." I didn't care, she was going to cum with me and it was going to happen. "Uh, god James!" She pleaded, grabbing hold of my hair roughly and holding me into her crotch. Then it happened, a flood of her warm juices flooded my face, and ran down her legs. She gasped, and rasped loudly and I hoped to God no one could hear us. I pulled back slowly from her sex, and she was soaked through with wetness. I looked up, and saw her panting and looking down at me with glazed eyes. "Oh God, what did we just do." Riley said giggling. I slowly stood to my feet, and wiped my face of her juices. "You had an orgasm, by my hand; or mouth as it were." I said smiling. Riley laughed heatedly, as she looked all around us for onlookers but saw no one as she began to roll her panties back over her hips, and the tights next. She repositioned her skirt, so she looked somewhat modest had it not been for the glistening sweat on her face, and her hair was a mess. "God, we could have been caught." I laughed at Riley's words. "A little bit late to be thinking of that, when you've gushed like a water fountain inside your tights." I said straightening my own clothing. We began to walk back into the open of the park, and follow the path towards Riley's house and said nothing for a moment. "I've done it myself, made myself cum. But never by a guy's touch." Riley explained. I laughed, and took her hand in mine and we walked hand-in-hand together. Riley never pulled away, or flinched as we exited the park. "So what do we do from here, we're dating now?" Riley asked me. I nodded my approval. "Let's do something tonight, after school. We could go to the cinema, I want to see Divergent." Riley was ecstatic, giggling and excited at the prospect of dating me and doing things together. I didn't want to disappoint her, this was going to be a proper relationship and we would date one another. "Sure, I can sacrifice a few hours with Divergent as long as you're with me." I said smiling. Riley grinned, and suddenly leaned into kiss me passionately on the mouth once more, before we walked across a street and saw Riley's house. "Oh great, now it's time to face my mom. Do you want to wait outside, I wouldn't blame you." Riley offered. But I wanted to make sure Jane was aware that Riley hadn't done anything stupid, and put her mind at east; with a few lies. "Let me come in, I'll talk to her." Riley agreed, and squeezed my hand as we walked into the house. Jane immediately came out of the kitchen and began shouting. "Where the hell have you been, Riley!" Riley just looked at her mother, accepting the telling-off she was getting. She just held onto my hand, and waited for the barrage to end. Eventually Jane relaxed, and spoke to me. "What happened, James?" I then went onto tell her she chose to sneak out of the house, to meet me and we had gone to the cinema together; and her eyes dropped to our hands, and holding each other's. I then told Jane, that we had spent the evening talking about our feelings for each other, and that she had slept in my sister's bedroom and nothing had happened. Her mind relaxed, and she breathed hard to gain her breath back. "So you're dating now?" Jane asked us both. We both nodded, and squeezed each other's hands. "Well I guessed something else was there between you two, just promise me that you'll take things slow together. Enjoy actually dating, before you do anything else together." It was clear that Jane was referring to sex, and was trying to convince us to enjoy the dating aspect over the sex first. A mother always fears her daughter, or son is seduced at a young age to commit acts of sex, with someone they think they love. I understood her fear, and we agreed to take things slow. Jane relaxed, and agreed to let Riley go out tonight with me to the cinema and a meal afterwards. I spoke to Jane as Riley went up to her bedroom to get her school bag, and she leaned in close. "James, look after her. She's never dated a boy, and she needs to trust that you look out for her. Be a true boyfriend to her." I nodded, and told Jane I would do as she told me. I assured her that I wasn't a player, to take a woman and manipulate her to get what I wanted. She smiled, and told me that she was happy that someone finally saw the beauty Riley had, hidden away. I agreed, but I told her that Riley's beauty wasn't hidden; I had noticed it the very day I met her. Jane was happy, and told me that Riley had a good heart and would love me, as long as I never hurt her. Eventually Riley was back with us, and we said goodbye to Jane and left for school together. She took my hand as we turned a corner, and eventually we were walking up to the school together hand-in-hand. Everyone watched us, some of Connie's friends watched and others we passed by in school watched in surprise. It was clear most were shocked that we had gone from being just friends, to dating each other. We went to Geography, and the class couldn't have gone any slower, but we worked on our project together, and occasionally touched hands under our desks, and smiled at one another. Eventually the class ended, thankfully. We made our way of classroom and were on our way to the canteen when as we were about to pass the girls toilets, Riley shoved me inside. There were two blonde girls, putting make-up on their faces in front of the sinks, and Riley shouted. "Get out, now!" The two of them jumped, and fled the bathroom. Riley pulled at me by my hooded top, and swung me around until I landed back first against one of the cubicle doors. Her mouth was soon on mine, and we kissed passionately pressing our tongues into one another's mouths. We made out, as Americans like to call it. My hands were everywhere, back on her ass, up her skirt and even down the back of her pantyhose to find her ass, and rub her bare cheeks. "Let me feel it." Riley gasped, as she undid the first button of my jeans and pushed her hand inside my jeans, I felt her grasp my cock by it's shaft in her grip. "Oh god, it's so hard and thick." I loved her words, and the sudden stroking of my cock by her hand. We both panted, and moaned as we kissed, groped and stroked one another. "I want it inside me, very soon, James." She said before shoving her tongue into my mouth rapidly, she was getting better at kissing that was clear. Her hand gripped my rod, and she was stroking it as if it was her life-line to water or food. "I want you." I grunted, and began to pull down her tights when all of a sudden there was a rush of girls who entered the bathroom. There was at least several of them, and we quickly closed the door behind us so we were inside one of the cubicles and locked it. The girls who had just entered, were unaware we were even inside with them. This didn't daunt Riley, who was yanking down my jeans. "Riley what the hell." I whispered. Riley wasn't listening, and shoved me until I sat on the toilet seat. "Riley, you don't have to do any of this." Riley had a sparkle in her eyes, emotions running wild. "I want to do this, I've wanted this with you since that kiss on Friday." I said nothing more dissuade her, and she was yanking down my jeans until they were around my knees. The noises of the girls outside chattering, and talking masked the sound of clothing being yanked and pulled in our cubicle. My boxers came off next with her yanking them down, and my cock was erect and standing to attention in front of her. Slowly I watched she got down on her knees, and holding my cock by it's base she leaned in and kissed my shaft gently. "Oh god." I moaned, this was amazing. Another kiss, this time her lips were parted as she wet-kissed my shaft. I buckled, and she kissed the other side of my shaft. This was slow, but pleasurable. She move down to my sac, and kissed it, licking my balls. I was close to cumming right there and then. Riley then moved up my shaft and planted a wet kiss on head of my cock. Another kiss on the pre-cum wet head, and then looking up at me she spoke. "I have only ever seen this on the internet, please be patient." She continued to look at me, before plunging down on my cock taking it inside her mouth. She was giving me a blowjob! I was not keeping my promise to her mother, I was breaking that promise. About quarter of my cock was in her mouth, and she closed her lips around it as she sucked. It was an amazing feeling, warm, wet sensation around my cock. I gripped the seat of the toilet, and let her bob her head up and down sucking on my crown. I was moaning, as she stroked my cock at the same time, as sucking on it. I placed my hands on the back of her head, holding her dark hair. I pushed her down gently, to take more than just quarter of my cock and she did. More than quarter of my cock entered her mouth, and she moaned. "You guys see Riley and that new guy, James holding hands?" One of the girls outside of our cubicle was talking about us, and yet I continued to push more of my cock into Riley's mouth. She was trying her best, and keeping full suction on my cock as she let another inch fill her virgin mouth. "Yeah, he's a big fella. I bet they have a lot of fun together, if you know what I mean." Another girl said. "Too right, bet he makes her moan, pant and swallow." These girls were talking about us in a sexual way, unaware that behind them were were in the act of sex. "It's good to see that Connie's been knocked on her ass, that Riley took a lot of shit from her over the years." Riley was looking up at me, with her mouth wrapped around my cock our eyes met. She sucked on my cock, and used her tongue to touch my crown and my shaft. "That girl took more than just shit from Connie, if that James guy can make her feel good then good on them both." Riley was swallowing my cock down her throat, and with a hand placed it on top of my hands that were on her head, and she pushed down indicating for me to push more of my cock into her mouth - all the while still looking into my eyes. Was hearing people talk about her, saying that she deserved some happiness in her life now goading her on with me? I didn't care, all I knew was that I loved this girl. I pushed down, and more of my cock entered her mouth and I felt my cock-head touch the back of her throat. No more room in her mouth to fill. "Relax your throat." I told her. Riley submissively nodded, and I felt her throat open and relax against my cock-head. I then pushed her down, and my cock entered her throat briefly. She gasped, and gagged slightly. "That guy, James. I bet she's tired out after that bear is done with her, I do love a big, foreign man taking me." There was a rush of giggling, as the girls laughed outside. Riley was gagging ,choking on my cock as the giggling muffled her noises. Then I knew, it was my time to cum. My first load for Riley, that I hoped would be the first of many as she stared back at me with her glazed eyes. "Here it comes, swallow it." I tell her in a raspy whisper. She says nothing, nor does she try and pull away. I feel my balls bubbling, and feel my cock is on fire as I gasp clenching down my teeth to muffle my moaning. I explode, and a healthy shot of semen rolls down into Riley's throat and mouth. Another jet splashes home in her mouth, and surprisingly she swallows my load. Gulp after gulp, she takes swallowing my sperm, as for jets of the warm liquid eject into her mouth. Her eyes water since she's struggling to breath with my cock lodged in her throat, and as my cock is emptied, I release my cock from her throat and she takes the chance to swallow air as quietly as she can. Holding her hand to her mouth, afraid the girls outside would hear her breathing in air. "Come on, let's get some food." One of the girls said, and the group of giggling girls left us alone, and the slamming of the door behind them told us that we were alone together. Riley burst out laughing, as she grabbed some tissue from it's dispenser and wiped her lips and face of my cum. "They didn't even know what we were up to in here, and yet they talked about us both." She said between giggles. "I know." I said laughing and putting my cock back inside my boxers and pulling my jeans up. "God, I've never done anything like this before. I just copied what me and my cousins saw on a porn website once." I had to admit she copied it to an A grade, since she was slow yet methodical. I helped Riley to her feet, and I buttoned my jeans shut. "We better go before we're stuck back inside here, when other girls come in." Riley told me. I agreed, and we left the cubicle. Riley took the chance to wash her mouth with water from the sink, and we left the bathroom to some surprising stares of girls that stood outside it's doors. I knew news would pass around, of me and her being seen in the toilets together since we were seen holding hands only earlier on. We made our way to the canteen to eat, and we held hands as people watched us in the queue. We saw Connie, and Donnie but they were alone at a table and she was nursing a dark bruise on her face where Riley slapped her. They looked away, when me and Riley looked over at them. We ordered our food, and sat down together across from each other. "So you want to go and see Divergent, tonight?" I asked her as I ate some of my fries. Riley nodded, with a smile. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of the books. I'm a massive fan of The Hunger Games, too." I smiled, and watched her as she ate her own fries. "Good, we'll go and see it. I'll sort out the meal, let me plan that out." I told her smiling. She agreed, and we soon finished eating our food. It was time for the last classes of the day, and we parted ways but not before we kissed each other in the hallway. It was a wet, warm kiss as people watched us in surprise. She said she'd see me outside the school, and I'd walk her home again. I made my way to History class, and it was a long one. It felt like I had been in the class for almost a day, when the teacher finally let us go a few seconds before the bell tolled. I was happy to get out of the class, since all I could think about was Riley and our date tonight. I also thought back to the park, and the incident in the girl's bathroom with her. I guess I should never have promised Jane, that I would deter sex with Riley since Riley seemed intent on enjoying it with me. I made my way outside of school, and saw Riley waiting for me as she clutched her books to her chest. She smiled seeing me, and I crossed the court yard to her. She instinctively looped her arm through mine, and we began to walk arm-in-arm together towards her home. "So tonight, where are we going to eat?" She asked me. "Well I've got some ideas, I remember seeing a few places outside the cinema we can go to." I said smiling. Riley giggled, and pulled me closer to her. "I love you, James." She said. That was it, the time to make it clear that I felt the same way for has she did for me. She had said she loved me, that must mean she did love me, and I knew I loved her too. "I love you, Riley." I said smiling, and kissed her lips, as we made our way to her home. There she would prepare to meet me in the town square, and I would take her to cinema from there. We'd have about an hour or so to get ready, and dressed for the date. Our first date, I hope it was going to go well; because I loved Riley. We would see how things panned out for us. ***** All feedback and comments are appreciated, and I hope the sex scenes were all to everyone's liking since the characters are well liked by readers and I didn't want to make them seem cheap. Anyway, Chapter 5 is on its way. A Friendly Face Ch. 05 I walked into the house, after walking Riley home to allow her time to dress and prepare for our date later today, in an hour at the cinema. As I shut the front door behind my, my sister appeared out of nowhere and she wasn't smiling as she usually did. Ashley looked at me, and then where the lounge was where my mom and dad were watching TV together. "What is it?" I asked. Ashley looked at me, and then at the lounge doorway. "He's out, he got out?" She said simply. "Who are you talking about?" I asked her. Ashley didn't have to say his name, her wide eyes and the stare told me who; our cousin Ryan. I leaned against the wall behind me, and stood there staring into nothing. "When was he released?" I asked her again. My sister sighed, leaning against the staircase bannister, and looked at me. "Three days ago, released from Barlinnie, his sentence was cut short." This surprised me, since Barlinnie was a major prison back home in the city of Glasgow, in Scotland. But when Ryan was inside prison before we left to emigrate to America, he was being held in England in Wormwood Scrubs prison in London. "Why Barlinnie?" I asked. Ashley just shrugged at me. "No idea, aunt Sarah didn't say much other than he was released yesterday on parole." That made sense, Ryan's mother; our aunt Sarah had been eagerly awaiting his release. To put it simply, one night Ryan got a little too drunk in a pub, and on his way home with a takeaway Fish and Chips supper, he was set on by four youths who were going to rob him. He put up a fight, but they beat him to a pulp. For the next week he was in hospital recovering from his injuries, but Ryan is like me and is not known to forget who attacked him. When he was released from hospital he went after the four guys, and one by one he got to them; and left most of them with fractured skulls, and broken arms. But the final, fourth guy. The one who made Ryan suffer that night, was beaten so badly he had gone into a coma and so my cousin was soon tracked down and arrested for the attack. He was charged with attempted murder, for almost killing the guy, and three counts of GBH. Sadly even when the defence tried to tell the court, that my cousin was fuelled by revenge the Judge didn't flinch. He was given almost ten years in prison for all charges, lenient most would say for the charge of attempted murder. And so he was sent to Wormwood Scrubs prison in London, where me and my family had been living for a while. My sister took me to see him, in prison and to me Ryan wasn't a bad man; he was never a bully, and went on in life not wishing anyone harm. But he was tough, and that was why he went to exact revenge on his attackers. In the years before we moved America, we visited him a few times in prison and made sure he never went without his needs, giving him luxuries and such like cigarettes and such inside, by paying into his prison account so he could buy such things. People left him alone, but a few times he had to fight and defend himself from other prisoners. So assume that he had to fight, to protect himself before he was sent to Barlinnie for his release. "Wow, I guess we forgot when he would be released." I said smiling, happy he was free now. "Everyone has, even mom and dad. But aunt Sarah is gonna call later, to let them know." Ashley told me. I nodded. When I went to see Ryan, I learned a lot about morality, and fighting for other people's sakes. He never endorsed violence, but he said if it ever had to be used then better for someone else's sake or health. I guess Ryan helped me hate bullies with a passion, and yearn to help others in their fights and struggles against bullies. The guys who had attacked him that night outside the pub, were cowards and bullies themselves. They chose to attack someone who wasn't in the right position to defend themselves, and enjoyed laying pain on them. They got their jollies from that. "Some good news, for once." I said smiling. Ashley laughed gently. "So come on, you came in quite happy before I broke the news to you. What's up?" She asked me. "Oh aye that, well me and Riley have our first date tonight. At the local cinema." I said with a wide grin. "No' too bad wee man, how did you pull that off?" My sister asked me. "Well we came to an agreement, and it's been a good day. I'm meeting her in an hour, so I came home to get changed." Ashley smiled. "Go upstairs, and get washed and changed then." I smiled, and left my sister as I went to the bathroom to shower, before I would change for the date. I threw my clothes onto the floor, and jumped into the shower and quickly applied some soap, when the thought of what had happened today with Riley entered my mind. The incident in the park, and then the school toilets. Slowly my cock rose to attention, with the soap and bubbles running down my erect shaft, over my sac and down onto the floor of the standing-shower. I hoped our date would go slower, so we could enjoy each other's company more, and of course allow the excitement to build to the end of the date, where either we would have sex or come very close to it. But it wasn't about that, and I thought long and hard in the shower about what Riley wanted; a proper date, where we would talk and just want one another without going straight to sex. Eventually happy I was clean enough, I stepped out of the shower and with a towel around my lower region, I went to my bedroom to dress. I put on some Alice in Chains songs, in the background as I found a clean pair of jeans, and another clean black t-shirt. Dressing, I also checked my emails via my Hotmail account on my laptop. I saw that I had a few emails and updates from the British Army, since before leaving for the US, I had shown interest in joining the British Army, and had even successfully passed their fitness test for entry; which was a mile and a half run, press-ups and sit-ups. But the moment my mother had found out I had done this fitness test without her knowledge, she told me to not throw my life away to go and fight in another foreign war in Afghanistan. It wasn't surprising, as I had another cousin; Joshua who was in the Royal Regiment of Scotland and had only just come back from a tour, wherein his regiment had suffered several fatalities and dozens injured during their tour. The fact that he was still alive, but was so close to death on tour my mother told me to finish my education first; and if I still wanted to join the military then I could. If I truly wanted to go and join the British Army, I could go back at any time with my passport, and sign-up. But I promised my mother I would finish my schooling first, and I was going to keep that promise to her. Finally dressed, I checked my laptop on the internet for the next showings of films at the town's local cinema. I found that Divergent was showing at roughly the same time me and my Riley had agreed to be at the cinema, and she seemed to really want to see it since she told me she was fan of the books. I checked the pricing for the two tickets, and grabbed my wallet. I almost never spent much of my money, given to me by my parents weekly, and so I had about $80 saved up. I usually only bought books, and treated myself to diners and such here in town. I knew the ticket would be about $20 for us both, and probably another $20 to cover food and snacks for us. To me it was worth the cost, this was my first date with Riley; and even thinking about it made my chest heave, and I felt out of breath thinking about her. With my wallet and mobile phone in my pocket, I left the house and made my way to the town centre to meet Riley. By the time I got there, most of the shops were shutting and only the local bars, and diners were still open for business. I stood near a bench opposite the town hall building, and waited. I heard a female whistle, and I turned and saw Riley; and God she was not making our first date easy. I began to breath hard, and my cock rose right there and then staring at her. She was no longer wearing her denim overalls, but a pair of faded, blue jeans that hugged her womanly waist and hips, and of course her thick, sexy thighs. She was wearing a pair of black, ankle boots that clinked against the pavement as she walked. She also wore a tight white tank-top, and a red and white chequered shirt over the top. Her hair was in two long, pigtails. She was smiling as she walked towards me, this was a totally different Riley. A happy one, a confident woman. She looked it too, smiling as she walked towards me; her pigtails blew in a gust of wind. She was wearing black eye-liner and shadow, and her Olive skin shone in a very seductive manner. It was then I noticed her heaving breasts! The bleeding tank-top could barely contain them, and I saw the shoulder strap of the purple bra she was wearing. She moved in close to me, and took my arm and held it close like a couple would walk together in public. "Wow." Was all I said, in a whisper and without warning Riley pressed her face into my arm and giggled. "I've never done this before, but it's for you, for us. I want to feel confident with you, attractive to you." I smiled, loving this. "You are more than attractive to me, Riley. Fuck now we have to walk to the cinema, with me having a massive hard-on poking out." I said grinning. Riley laughed into my t-shirt sleeve and quickly pressed her palm against my bulge, and holding it. "I'll hide it for us, if we get stares." Riley laughed again, and we walked together across the town square towards the cinema, with Riley still pressed into my arm for comfort. We eventually stood in a small queue of about a dozen people, waiting to buy tickets at the booth in front of the cinema entrance. Riley attentively squeezed my hand, and just rested her head against my arm watching the queue ahead of us. "So what are we going to see?" She asked me, in a very gentle voice. "Well I thought we could go see a film you've been waiting to see, for a while." I said. Riley looked up from my arm, and into my eyes and smiled. "Oh really, what's that?" I smiled, and nodded to a poster on display on the wall of the cinema; the Divergent poster. "Oh my god! But you're a guy, why are you willing to see the film with me? It's a girl's film." She said surprised. "A guy who loves a girl, makes the sacrifice at times." I said grinning, playing coy. At that point, all Riley did was stare into my eyes smiling; before kissing me deeply, and passionately on my lips in front of a few people who watched us. We broke the kiss, as the queue moved and we were almost at the ticket booth. There was an older woman with dark, red hair behind the counter and I ordered two adult tickets for us since we were both 18. The woman smiled, looking between me and Riley and ushered us past into the cinema. We moved into the waiting area, and where you also bought your snacks for your film. We moved to the counter, and I told Riley to choose anything she wanted. She smiled, and leaned onto the counter in front of me giving me an eyeful of her big bottom, but also the guys behind me; three of them ogled her and commented on her beauty as she chose her snacks. Now usually I am not a jealous man, but seeing a woman who I was falling for being ogled by some young guys does make me abit annoyed, and with her tight jeans on Riley was sadly, without intending to giving these guys a show. She was turning her hips, and rolling them as she leant onto the counter; she was in deep conversation with the girl who was serving her, and behind me the guys laughed and watched her. "I'll have a large popcorn, and large Soda." I heard her say, before looking over her shoulder she said to me. "We can share." I smiled, but continued to hear the guys ogling her, and commenting on her body. "I would love to get my cock, stuck between those buns." One said, with long dirty blonde hair wearing jeans and a shirt. "Yeah, I bet she'd like some rough fun." The blonde guy's friend said, standing next to him with black hair and a hooded top, and jeans. I turned to them, only the brown haired guy of the group hadn't said anything. He looked the sporting type, wearing a hooded top and running bottoms. "Well she's with me, so the only one who's going to enjoy her buns, body, and heart is me." I told them. They went quiet, but the blonde guy gave a smug look. "A girl like her is too much for you, we think you should share the fun." "Go ahead and try, you lay a finger on her, and you'll lose your fucking hand." I said in a menacing tone. Riley hadn't noticed what was going on behind her, since I was speaking in a low tone to the guys. The blonde one looked at me, and was trying to stare me down; but I wasn't backing down. "You deaf, did you not hear me?" I said. "Just leave it, Mike." The brown haired guy said, taking hold of the blonde man's arm. They slowly pulled him away, and soon they were gone as I waited for Riley. God she may have been unaware of how god-damn beautiful she was, and how stunning she was today. Was she even aware of what she was wearing? How it was showing her curves off. Regardless, the food was served to us in a large cup for Soda and a big box of popcorn still warm. I paid for the food with a crisp $20 dollar note, and I was given some change. Riley was holding my arm, as I carried the popcorn and she carried the Soda. We soon found the screen the film was being shown in, and we stepped inside. It was dark, and there were a few people already waiting as the trailers showed on the big screen, we found a pair of seats right at the back of the room. As we sat down together, putting the drink and popcorn into the seat holders, Riley leaned in and kissed me on my cheek tenderly. "What was that for?" I asked smiling in the dim lighting. "For everything, these past few days have been the best in my life. You've given me so much to care for, and about, including you. I never knew there was ever a good man out there, for me, someone who actually even gave a damn about me. No one has, except you, my life was miserable with Connie and no one ever stepped in to stop her; but you did. I just want you to know, how important you are to me. You are my first, and for me I want you to be my last, and mine forever." She kissed me again, but this time on my open mouth and moved in for the wet kiss we had. The kiss lingered, before we pulled back and sat holding hands as we watched the trailers together. They finished quickly, and the intro of the Divergent movie started. She squeezed my hand, and I knew from the way she was leaning forward she had been looking forward to seeing this film; so I wasn't going to be vulgar and disrupt the move for her. I didn't know what the books were about, but as the film got rolling, I understood it's premise and the story easily enough. Every so often when some romantic scene would play out with the characters, she would tenderly rub my knuckles or my fingers as she never let go of my hand, except to drink or eat the popcorn we bought. When the main female character kissed her male lover, Riley leaned in and kiss me as if copying the scene in her own mind. Eventually the film finally ended, and being a teen-love film you know how these kind of films end. The lights of the room came on, and we saw people in front of us and around us standing up to leave, as the credits rolled on-screen. We stood holding hands, and didn't bother taking our snacks with us since the drink was finished, and only a small portion of popcorn remained. We soon left the cinema, stepping out into the street outside. "That was a nice film." I said trying to sound convincing, I watched it for Riley. She giggled. "Yeah right, you made a sacrifice for me." She said swinging our enclosed hands in the air gently. I smiled, and we walked together back to the town square, and as we reached the darkened street nearby Riley pulled me close and shoved her mouth on mine. The street was dark, barely lit and you couldn't see us in the darkness, without moving closer. "I want you to fuck me." Jesus, I was not prepared for this; I had no protection on me for myself, and I doubted Riley was on the pill. "I want you inside me, the first man I'll ever need." She said in a purring tone. Christ, had she watched some pornography at home before coming out on this date? The way she was talking said she had learnt it very recently. I'd even promised her mother, to go slow with Riley. Any self control I would have had was quashed, the moment she turned her back to me and pressed her thick, firm ass against my bulge. The tight jeans she wore squeezing her ass tightly together, and now pressed firmly against my growing cock. "God, Riley I promised your mother I'd go slow with you. We don't have any protection, I have no condoms on me." Riley was not listening, grinding against my cock and squeezing it between her thick cheeks. "I don't care, you could fuck me in broad daylight in the town square and I wouldn't care if you got me pregnant." Now I love flirting, and sexual teasing; but Riley was enamoured, so much she didn't know what getting pregnant really meant for her. To her, being in love with me this was just one of those things that would bring us closer together. The problem is I came from Britain, where we have teenage pregnancy on the rise, and a lack of self-control or thought when it comes to unprotected sex. I didn't want us to have a kid yet, that would stop her education or my own; having a child could wait until our twenties together. But Riley was having none of that, neither of us had any self-control here. We were both young, horny and in love. "Either you stick it in me, or I'll impale myself on it." She said pulling at my belt as she continued to grind on my cock. "Riley this isn't you talking." I said She looked up at me. "Isn't this how you want me to talk, to act? Like in the videos?" I stood back, and looked at her puzzled. "What videos, Riley?" She stood back, turned to me. "The dirty videos, you know on the internet. You know you want to be dirty, vulgar and want you to use me." Riley had been watching pornography, before the date. She must have thought I wanted her to watch some of these videos, and act like the women in them. "Riley, babe. They are actresses, they get paid to act like that and let the man do those things to them. I don't want you to act like that with me, if you really do not want to or don't understand it. Those videos serve a purpose, but real sex is not like that." I said breathing hard, still trying to think of something to make my hard-on go away. "I just thought, men want a woman to give themselves to them." I sighed, and pulled her over to me and held her close. "Eventually, sex between us will become that, but sex should be simple and understandable for us both in the beginning. Plus we can't go into this without thinking, we need to have protection for us both. I know you think getting pregnant to me is something loving for us, but it can be premature and set back both our lives. We'd lose out on our education, our early years together. All of that comes later on, when we're ready for it." I told her, trying to explain things. Riley nodded, and was breathing herself; we were both aroused. "Come on, let's get you home." I said taking her hand, and we began to walk back to her house. Riley was quiet, as we walked home. She didn't want to look at me, as we walked home past people who were going back and forth to the town's restaurants, bars and probably the same cinema we came back from. We eventually reached her house, and as we got to her front door she unlocked it with her own set of house keys. A Friendly Face Ch. 05 We stepped inside, as her mother Jane came out and was wearing her summer dress, and smiled seeing us both. "How was the movie?" She asked us. Riley just smiled, and ran upstairs to her room without saying anything. I heard her door close behind her upstairs, as Jane looked at me and sighed. "What happened?" She asked me slowly. I looked at her, and leaned against the wall. "Well we came close, to doing something but I stopped it. She's really enamoured with me, and I think thought too much about what I would expect on a date." I said simply. "I kept my promise, nothing happened really." I added. Jane nodded, and rubbed her face with her hands. "I think you should go and talk to her, she really thinks a lot about you." I agreed, and quietly climbed the stairs to Riley's bedroom. I finally reached her bedroom door, she had a sign on her door saying 'KEEP OUT' in pink letters, and so I knocked on her door first. "Riley, it's me. Come on babe, let me in." I said leaning my head against her door. No voice beckoned me in, and there was just silence. I knocked again, and still no response. I decided against her sign, and turning the door knob I pushed in and entered her bedroom. "Riley come on babe, talk to me." I said and saw her room was empty, but the door of what I assumed was her en suite bathroom was closed. I closed her bedroom door behind me. "Riley, where are you?" I said. Looking around her room, she had everything a girl her age would have; posters of bands she liked listening to, movie posters, and a shelf of teen-romance books and novels. I had my back to the en suite bathroom door, when I heard it open. "James." Was all she said. I turned to look at her, hearing her voice and saw her standing there. My breathing quickened in pace, and I felt as if I was going to have a heart attack. Riley stood there wearing a pair of black and white poka-dot pantyhose, and a simple, black top with no logo or anything on it. It was clear she had no bra on, as I could see her nipples poking through the top at me. "Riley, what are you doing?" I said in a surprised tone. She just grinned, and I saw her big breasts sway under her top as she walked towards me. "I am not a child anymore, I know what and who I want." She said simply, and pulled her top off over her head and threw it aside to let me see her firm, big, full, teenager-size breasts and her puffy nipples. As she walked towards me, I backed away and ended up pressed against the wall as she stood in front of me, effectively naked from the waist upwards. "Riley, you don't have to do this. I will wait for you, until you're ready." I said swallowing hard. Without saying a word, she knelt down in front of me with her head in line with my bulge. "I'm ready now." That was it, naked from the waist up took hold of my belt and began to undo it to get my jeans off. I couldn't fight, she was wearing a pair of sexy tights, and naked from the waist up. I stood there as she managed to get my belt off, and unzipped my jeans and began to wrestle them down over my cock. I could not deny, I wanted Riley. My cock sprang out, fully erect inside my boxers and as she had my jeans down around my knees, she pulled down my boxers last as my cock sprang out almost hitting her face. "I want to stare into your eyes, and swallow your cock down my throat." God, Riley was too much, I was not going to fight my physical lust for her. She already pulled my cock by the shaft towards her mouth, and slipped the cock-head into her mouth effortlessly. Riley was slurping, and sucking my thick, bulbous cock-head moaning, as she worked on it. I wanted to control it, control myself but I still pushed my hands out and played, and rubbed her massive, big breasts as she sucked on my cock. I was moaning, and groaning as I squeezed her nipples, and even pinched them playfully. After a few moments, I felt her take hold of my wandering hands and place them on her head, and it was then I felt them; she had put her hair into pigtails, curled and long. Jesus, she had pretty much made herself look like a horny, sexy school-girl. I took hold of her pigtails, and began to pull on them firmly, but not violently pulling her mouth up and down my cock, no longer just working on my cock-head but the whole cock. "I love you." Riley moaned, pulling my cock out of her mouth briefly before shoving it back inside her mouth. She was inexperienced in sucking my cock, but she was trying her very best; applying pressure and suction on every part of my cock, she was learning at least. "Maybe I will fuck you, since it's what you want." I said. I don't know why, but something switched in my mind. Maybe it was her taking on a submissive role, and me being such a dominating man sexually, but I thought if she really wanted me to take her virginity, then I would. I pulled her off my cock, and by her pigtails I pulled her over to her bed, that had pink and purple sheets. I threw her onto the bed, and she rolled and landed on her back staring up at me breathing fast. "Is this what you want?" I asked her, in a demanding, loud tone holding my cock by the base as I kicked off my boots, and kicked off my jeans until I had only my t-shirt on, since my boxers came off with my jeans. "Yes." She said swallowing hard, as I approached the bed. "On your hands and knees, I'm gonna fuck you like a dog." I said, my dominating, sexual side coming out. Obediently, she rolled onto her knees and moved onto her hands and knees, in the doggy position. I shoved my hand down the back of her tights, where her ass was and noticing how big, and firm it was I roughly yanked them down over her ass, to exposed her bare bottom to me, with no underwear on. I got behind her, and mounting the bed I roughly spread her legs and positioned my cock behind her at her womanhood, that had a patch of dark, pubic hair over it. "This is what you want? You want me to treat you like a slut, because that's what it seems you fucking want." I said angrily, snatching up a pair of black tights on the floor and roughly pulling her hands behind her back, I tied Riley's wrists as she fell face first onto the bedding, with her ass high in the air for me. "Yes, yes God yes whatever you want do it to me, take me! Make me your woman." She grunted, as she twisted her body to rest her head on her face. "A litte, quiet slut you are aren't you. This is what you've needed from the start, from me. A man to own you, love you and take you." I said pressing my cock-head against her tight vagina. "Split me open." God, what had gotten into Riley? I pressed my cock-head against her wet, glistening opening and pushed. "If this is what you want, fuck it." I said to myself, and rammed forwards as I held her hips tightly, and I felt my cock-head slid into her and slowly she opened up, and clearly she was a virgin. "AAAGGGHHH..." She began to scream so I covered her mouth with my palm, and stifled her screaming as I used my one remaining hand on her waist to push my cock further into her virgin hole. In I slid, further and further into warm hole, until I could feel some warm liquid around my cock and knew I had taken her virginity. Slowly I pulled back, and rammed forward pushing more of my cock into her virgin, teenage pussy. I removed my hand from her mouth, now as she wasn't screaming any more and holding her hips with both hands I began to fuck her in earnest, slamming into her and watching her butt-cheeks clap and smack together. "There, I've taken your virginity Riley. This is what you really wanted?" I asked her as I rammed in and out her. But the only response she gave was moaning, and bouncing her head up in unison with my fucking. In the midst of all of the sexual feelings, arousal and intense tension I could feel I was close to exploding inside her womb, and this scared me; but my mind was split. My cock was telling me to fill her womb with my seed, I would love her, and if she was pregnant we'd marry and be together. It wasn't reality thinking, and yet my mind was trying to tell me to pull out and wish to the Gods we were safe. But not thinking fast enough betrayed me, and I grunted loudly as my balls exploded and emptied; and I filled Riley's teenage womb with my seed. I grunted a few times and before pulling out of her pussy, I took the chance to rub and play with her clitoris. I wasn't a greedy lover, I had cum and so it was now her time to have her own orgasm. As she lay on the bed, bound still she began to moan as I knew I was stimulating her own orgasm. I knew it wasn't long, her body and even her clitoris were hot to the touch. I rubbed her clitoris, and even pinched it gently as her whole body swung, swayed and bounced in response. "James!" She screamed so loud, I knew that Jane had heard us. That was it, on cue in time with her scream she exploded with her juices spraying all over my cock, hand and the bedding, before she collapsed on the bed exhausted. I leaned over and undid the tights around her wrists, and pulled up her soaked tights back over her ass. Sitting back on the bed next to her, me naked except my t-shirt and socks, and Riley with just her soiled pantyhose on, I thought about what we had just done. I had promised Jane, I had even promised my mother and sister I would look after Riley, and yet here I had done it; I had taken her virginity without any protection for both our sakes. She was breathing hard, her olive skin covered in moistness from sweat as she let her body recuperate from the fucking she had just taken. I quietly lay down next to her, holding her close and felt guilt and shame wash over me as I lay with her. I wondered if Riley felt the same way, that I had betrayed her. That I should have been the one to have the self-control to say no, and wait until we were better prepared, with protection and thought of what we'd do afterwards together. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck have I done?" I said to myself, in a whisper laying next to Riley. Riley turned until she was looking at me, just breathing hard and looking at me. "You did nothing wrong, I chose this. This is on me, James. I love you, and this is what I wanted." It didn't matter, I felt culpable in this; I had taken advantage of a woman's love for my own selfish needs. She slipped her hand into mine, and kissed me on my neck and snuggled up to me. But it made no difference, I was evil; I had taken advantage of Riley, and I would have to live with breaking my promise to her mother, and my own family. I stayed with her that night, only because I didn't have the guts to get up from the bed, with the feeling of guilt and shame weighing on me. I only managed to fall asleep at about 1am, when Riley had been sleeping for hours next to me; I had only fallen asleep due to exhaustion of trying to stay awake. The next morning I woke up at about 5am, and found that Jane hadn't come in and chased me away, maybe she was unaware of what me and Riley had done tonight. Either way I was still in bed with Riley, and she was still naked from the waist up and still in her black and white, poka-dot tights. She was still sleeping next to me, and it was still dark outside through the window. Now seeing as I was already racked with guilt, and shame - being in for a penny, in for a pound I decided since I had a morning hard-on to put it to some use with Riley sleeping away. I pushed my hand under Riley's back, and turned her onto her side to face away from me so her ass was sticking out at me. Rolling down her tights over her bare ass again, I got up behind her and positioned my cock between her buttocks towards her pussy again. In I slid into her pussy, and Riley didn't wake and simply grunted as my cock filled her again like last night. "You dirty girl, you want this." I said whispering into her ear, as I pulled her close to fuck her. In and out I pushed, sliding in and out of her loose, slack and warm pussy. She was not waking up, regardless of how hard I pushed, or thrust into her. Eventually I was slamming into her so hard, her buttocks clapped together, and her tits were swinging, yet no stirring from her. She was sleeping soundly, as if nothing would wake her; it was a good thing anyway since I quickly came inside her pussy, again no protection used. Ah well more guilt and shame to come, I had that in spades now anyway. Slipping out of her pussy with my wet, soft cock I laid back and pulled her tights over her ass, as semen leaked out onto her tights and the bed. Now more guilt coming, as I try to sleep another hour before we wake up for school, and get dressed and washed using her shower. God, I was a fucking idiot - I made things worse as usual. A Friendly Face "Donnie! We're through, you ass!" She screamed after him. I smiled, and turned to see Riley. She was still shivering where she sat, holding the knife and fork in her hand looking up at me. "Riley, you alright?" I asked her, sitting down gently next to her. "You stood up for me, but why?" She asked, and she looked close to crying. "Hey, I don't stand bullies. I like you, and I wasn't going to stand for Connie and her idiot of a boyfriend bullying you, or anyone else." I said gently. Riley smiled, and without warning broke down crying. I knew the strain of Connie's bullying would take it's toll on Riley, as it would on any young person. "Hey, hey it's alright. She's not going to bully you again, and that Donnie is gone; she doesn't have any muscle backing her up any more." I said gently taking her hand, and holding it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying." Riley gasped, trying to dry her eyes with some tissue. "Hey, if you're crying there's a good reason for it." I said handing her another bit of tissue, that came with my food. "Thanks." She said taking the tissue. A few people were watching us, and I spoke up. "Nothing to see here any more, don't you have food to eat?" I said loudly, more of an accusation than a question. Everyone turned and spoke between themselves, and busily continued to eat their food. "You wanna finish eating here, or we can take out food outside?" I asked her. Riley smiled, beaming even. "Here, I want to eat here." I smiled, and agreed with her choice. I pulled my tray of food over to me, so I continued to sit next to her and we began to talk as we ate together. Eventually it was time for my next class which was History, but Riley had Art so we decided to meet up outside of the school once our lessons ended. History was quiet, nothing too serious except a project that we would need to begin working on next week so it was an easy lesson. The bell tolled, and I made my way out of the school to meet up with Riley. I saw her, and she was looking around as if searching for me; maybe she thought I wouldn't meet with her or that I had been joking with her. I walked over to her, and she smiled seeing me. "I didn't think you were serious about meeting up." She said. I smiled. "I keep my promises, come on I'll walk you home." I said gently, and we slowly began to walk away from school towards her home, which was about ten minutes away from my own by foot. We talked about things, and every so often I would catch Riley staring at me, and quickly turn away shyly. She was far from un-attractive, hell for a man like me she was bloody stunning and gorgeous even. Maybe by the standards of her school, and of course with Connie's insults and humiliation she was seen as not attractive. She had a curvy body, far from skinny. Her denim overalls showed her firm legs, and with her brown hair curled around her face and ears she was damn cute for sure. The overalls also hid another asset of hers, that any stupid man wouldn't notice; her large breasts which were there, and those coveralls did her no justice. "Why do you keep helping me, you must have a reason?" Riley asked me, looking away when I looked her in the eyes. I smiled as we crossed an open park, to another street. "I like you, I guess I care about you. Seeing Connie do that to you this morning, and in the canteen at lunch; I couldn't stand it. I've seen what happens when bullying goes unchecked, and I won't let you be a victim of it any more." I said, as she looked at me. "Thank you." She said smiling. We eventually arrived at her home, and I could see her mother in the kitchen through the windows; she too was a brunette. "Well I guess this is your house." I said smiling. "Yeah, thank you for walking me home. Thank you for what you did for me today, I'm glad you are my partner." She said gently. "And friend, if you need to talk about anything you give me a call." I said writing down my phone number for her, and handing it to her. Riley grinned like a Cheshire cat, and took the piece of paper. "I guess, I'll see you tomorrow then at school." I nodded at that, and she smiled. "Good night." She said warmly. Now I expected her to shake my hand or just nod and walk up to her house, instead she leaned in and kissed me on the left corner of my mouth, and it lasted for about two seconds before she pulled back smiling away. She slowly walked away, and kept looking over her shoulders at me. It was then I noticed the amazing body Riley had, under those overalls. Her legs looked firm, and thick as well as her bottom which looked so damn enticing as she shook left to right as she walked up to her front door. "Good night, Riley." I said smiling, and after she had gone inside her house I turned around and headed home, and be ready for school tomorrow. * (OK everyone, this is a new series and story and I hope everyone likes it. It is romance based, so will be slow at first but will pick up. Any and all feedback is appreciated as I would like to know if it's worth continuing this story for fans of it, as I always ask with new stories I submit. Thanks guys.) A Friendly Facial All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sure was there. Her figure was voluptuous. A few extra pounds here and there, but in all the right places. She was my next-door neighbor at work. She was a schoolteacher. I'm a teacher. The thing about being a guy in a female-dominated profession is this: you are surrounded by women. Women of all sorts; for every over-the-hill battleaxe, there is a young, nubile, just-out-of-college hottie who thinks nothing of wearing close fitting sweaters or short skirts. There are also the slightly older ones, who've aged well and know how to leverage their charms to their best advantage. This would describe my neighbor. I'll call her Julia. She had shoulder length red hair. She had impressive breasts, probably D-cup and a lovely heart-shaped ass. She had a slight paunch... but I don't know of many grandmothers who don't. She calls herself a 'sexy' grandmother in conversation and I'm not about to argue with her about that. Julia was about my height, 5'6". I'll be the first to admit to being a bit on the short side. It's never bothered me. I figure average height for an American male is about 5'8" or 5'9"... average dick length is 6 or 61/2 inches. If I had to choose one or the other to be short-changed on, take a little off the top, thank you very much! Julia and I have a number of things in common, despite our nearly fifteen-year age gap. I'm just past 30 and she's nearing 50. We both teach, are both on our second marriages, both have kids, with her youngest being the same age as my oldest. We also both enjoy flirting with each other. She and I connected almost on day one of the school year and became fast friends ever since. I'd enjoy watching her walk past me to her room and compliment her attire. She'd smile and demurely say 'thank you', only to later surprise me with some outrageous joke. I think she enjoyed the attention I gave her more than anything. She was one of those cosmetics salespeople for a national brand. It was going to be her ticket to early retirement. She'd once told me she made more from her sales than her salary. One day, I noticed a note on the door of the teacher's lounge offering free facials at Julia's home for the ladies of the faculty. I decided to give her a hard time about her discrimination. "Hey," I said, next time I saw her walking by me "You look nice." She really did. It wasn't often she wore heels with a short skirt and a silk blouse. "Thanks. I had a meeting with a big client after school today, but they canceled." "Oh, sorry. I've got a bone to pick with you... what's with the free facials for the 'women' of the faculty? I may get the idea you don't like me any more." She smiled. "Ha, ha. I do give facials to 'gentlemen' customers, but to be honest, besides you, there isn't any guy here I'd be comfortable with taking to my house." My dick stirred at the mention of Julia taking me home with her. I decided to see where this went. "So? You're not comfortable giving me a facial?" She play punched me on the arm. "No silly. I don't have a problem giving you a facial. My concerns about you run much deeper." "Ouch. I'm hurt." I looked at her, giving her my best puppy-dog look. She appeared to think for a moment and then said, "Since my appointment cancelled, I could 'do you' after school... if you're actually interested." I enthusiastically nodded my interest and a few hours later, found myself pulling into her driveway. I was sporting half a hard-on as I climbed out of my car. I kept having visions of Julia and me frolicking on her couch or carpet. I shamelessly stared at her ass as she unlocked her front door and led me inside. I made a mental note that I didn't see any panty lines, so I wondered if that meant thong and stockings or hose and no panties? She led me into the kitchen and sat me at a straight-backed chair. "Wait here while I get the stuff." Her heels clacked away on the tile floor. I busied myself looking around her kitchen and den. Hmmm. I could bend her over that counter there and fuck her from behind... I could sit her on that island and eat her pussy... I could... "Hey, earth to Johnny!" I snapped my head around and found myself staring at her lovely breasts. She'd taken off her heels and had padded back into the kitchen with two handfuls of bottles and jars. At this distance, I noticed her blouse was actually just a bit sheer and that her bra was lace. She laughed, noticing my gaze. "A perfect example of why I don't usually do this for guys." "Sorry. You kind of surprised me." I began to blush. I also began to stiffen. "Don't apologize." She went to the sink and drew a bowl of warm water. "It's not your fault your eyes are at the same level as my tits." I gave her a close look at her mentioning 'tits'. She was smiling with a twinkle in her eye. Obviously she was in a playful mood. In all our flirting at school, we'd kept the banter 'clean'... No overtly sexual comments our innuendos. This was a noticeable shift in the tone of our friendship. My dick was now fully hard. I hoped she didn't need me to stand up anytime soon, unless of course it was to strip and molest me. She came back over and began to wash my face. She stood at arms length bending over slightly at the waist. This afforded me a nice view of her lace clad breasts. "Eyes closed" she said and began to soap my forehead. "You just don't want me staring at your tits." She swept the soapy cloth across my chin in time to catch my open mouth. "Mouth too." I began to sputter upon tasting soap. She giggled. "You are an uncooperative customer. Hold still while I get you something to drink." I risked a peek just to see her ass sway to the fridge and was rewarded with a stinging in my eye. "Ouch" She began wiping the soap off my face and then held a glass to my lips. Orange juice. I reached up to hold the glass, only to have my hand lightly slapped. "Hands down. That's a rule for male customers." "oh really? You get soap in my eyes and mouth, and only now bother to tell me that there are rules?!" She again wiped my eyes with the clean, wet rag and while I was momentarily sightless, I felt warm lips pressed to mine. "I hope you now feel properly compensated for your earlier discomfort." "I don't know about 'proper'..." She put a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Hush. We'll talk about this soon enough. I'm now going 6o give you a mask. It'll harden, then have to be washed off. You'll have to sit still and not talk for about 15 minutes." "What will you be doing?" I asked hopefully. "Nothing with you, naughty boy. I've got customer phone calls to make." She then unscrewed the cap on a tube of gunk. Instead of bending at the waist, she stepped to either side of my thighs and straddled me. "Eyes and mouth closed this time. I'm not kidding... You wouldn't like the taste." When I complied with both of her requests, I again felt her lips on mine. This time I had a bit of a warning and was able to slip my tongue between her parted lips. She lingered there for a few moments sighing softly. Then she began to apply my mask. At the touch of the cold cream to my face, my hands instinctively came up and encountered her thighs. When she didn't comment, I lightly began running my hands up and down, from her knees to her hips. Too quickly she finished and extracted herself from my exploring grasp. "Remember, be still. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." I didn't hear her feet on the tile, but soon afterward heard her in the next room making calls. Many thoughts went through my head as I waited. Mostly I was wondering what was going to happen. I was painfully aware of my erection and every few minutes had to give it a squeeze and readjust my position. Most of her phone calls were to customers, but one caught my attention. She phoned her husband. "Hey honey. It was okay...my appointment cancelled. No, it's okay. I brought a teacher home for a facial. Will you get the kids and get them dinner? Great. I'll see you then." I Noticed she didn't specify a 'guy' teacher. While I was still pondering the possibilities, I felt her breath in my ear. "You seem to be a bit uncomfortable there. I hope you have somebody to help you take care of that once I'm finished with you." She again straddled my thighs and began washing my mask off. My hands again found her thighs, but I started low and ran them up, inside her skirt. When my palms reached her stocking tops and my forearms began to push her hem up I paused, lightly tracing circles with my fingertips. When she'd freed my mouth, I voiced my concerns. "Someone at home...when you finish with me? How about you finishing me?" Julia cleaned the last of my mask off and sat on my lap, effectively trapping my hands between her skirt and thighs. She put aside her washcloth and bowl and sighed heavily. "Johnny, I'm sorry. I haven't been fair to you. I think you're really sexy..." she said as she ran her hands down my shoulders to my chest. "and you're so much fun flirting with..." she took a deep breath, which did nice things to her breasts not inches from my face. "Look. I'm married. You're married. We work next door to each other. Us getting involved would be a bad idea all around. As much as I want to... I'm not fucking you." I gave her thighs a squeeze and ground her down a bit on my bulging crotch. I opted for a 'nice guy' approach, despite my raging hard-on and worsening case of blue balls. "Yes, we're both married and I appreciate you telling me your position on us 'getting involved'. However, I'd like to point out your current position, which is right now on top of my hard cock... Which you yourself are responsible for." She leaned forward a gave me a hard fierce kiss, then quickly got off my lap. "I know, I know. I'm terrible. Please don't hate me." She busied herself getting a bottle of lotion open and began spreading it between her palms. "This lotion will moisturize you skin and help your pores." she said without looking up. When she finally did look at my pitiful expression, she stamped her foot. "Don't look at me that way! I know I made you horny! I am too! But we can't have sex." I nodded and held my arms out to her. She came to me and again sat, straddling my seated thighs. My hands guided her down and I deliberately hiked up her skirt. Her garters and stockings were now in plain view, as were her lace panties. She began rubbing the lotion on my face. "Who said anything about sex?" I asked in a quiet voice, my fingers inching their way up her garters to her panties. Julia paused in massaging my face. "What do you mean?" I barked out a brief laugh. "Sexy Lady, at this point, I just want to cum. Sure I'd like to bend you over this table and give you the reaming you deserve, but I do respect your wishes, despite how you're treating me and 'Mr. Happy' here." I said, nodding to my crotch. "Well, I'd hate for Mr. Happy to go home unhappy. Why don't you just pull him out and finish him off... I've even got some quality lotion I'd be willing to share." Again I nodded, indicating my agreement, but I had other goals in mind. I pushed her back a bit on my thighs and spread my legs slightly. In doing so, I further pushed her skirt up. This allowed me better access to my straining cock. It also gave me unrestricted access to her lace panties, a damp spot clearly visible. I unzipped my khakis and awkwardly fished my hard 6 and a half inches out of my boxer's fly. "Oh, my." Julia's breath caught at the sight of my manhood, a bead of pre-cum was leaking from the head. "Weren't you going to finish my face?" I asked pulling my ball sack free of my fly and giving 'Mr. Happy' a few quick strokes. Surrounded by my open fly and squeezed out and up, my cock look quite impressive. Julia's eyes were riveted. She touched her top lip with the tip of her tongue. Gotcha. We may not fuck... but I was sure going to try my damnedest to cum somewhere other than in my own hand. Reluctantly, Julia met my eyes and then blushed. "Right. Finish your face." She quickly lowered her gaze again, but had resumed massaging lotion into my face. I stroked my cock half a dozen times, then stopped, allowing him to bob free, twitching slightly with each pulse of my heart. "What is it?" Julia asked, confused by the halt to my gratification and her show. "I just remembered something my mother taught me... ladies first." With that, I quickly reached forward to her vulnerable pussy and snaked a finger behind its lace barrier. I deftly pulled it aside and ran a fingertip through her moist lips and found her clit. "Nooooo." She moaned, then grunted an unladylike "Uhhhgg!" as I flicked her love button. She seized my face in her hands and glared at me eye-to-eye. "We CAN'T do this. I told you no SEX." "And I asked you, 'who said anything about sex?' I'm just going to wind you up a bit... sort of return the favor." With that, I slipped my two middle fingers into her sopping pussy and began to rhythmically finger fuck her. Over the years, I've developed something of a talent for 'manual stimulation' of the fairer sex. I've yet to meet a woman that I couldn't bring to orgasm by fingering her G-Spot. Julia was no different. She immediately dropped her hands from my head to my shoulders to better brace herself. "You bastard. You bastard. You bastard." She began to rant as I slowly worked her into a frenzy. By the time her orgasm crested, her cries were incoherent and my hand was a blur, rocking her whole body as her vaginal muscles rippled around my fingers. I reached up with my free hand and caught the back of her neck dragging her still straining body into a kiss. Once our lips touched, she hungrily attacked my tongue and tonsils. I slowed, then stilled my fingers, pulling them from her pussy with a wet slurp. I then began to stroke her labia and rub her clit, causing her to softly mew into my mouth. While she was thus distracted, I busied my left hand with the task of unbuttoning her blouse. "Enough. Uncle. Please." She begged, pushing my hand away, thumb now no longer able to leisurely circle her engorged clitoris. Her shirt now hung open. Her lace clad breasts invitingly close. Now that I had two hands free, I set about unclasping her bra. "Hey, wait a minute." She protested, but to late. As soon as her glorious globes with their firm nipples came into view, I leaned in for a nibble and a suck. Julia quietly moaned her approval. After a few minutes of this entertainment, I sat back and surveyed her flushed, disheveled appearance. "So Sexy Lady, what about 'Mr. Happy'?" I asked. She smiled weakly and reached down, her cool hands encircling my still firm and twitching member. She leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "You can't fuck me. As much as I'd love to feel Mr. Happy" she said, giving him a squeeze for emphasis, "inside me, I can't let you. Otherwise, I'll give you anything you want." "Well in that case, how about you push together these beautiful tits of yours and make Mr. Happy happy that way?" No sooner had I made the suggestion, than Julia was on her knees between my spread legs, pinching her nipples and mashing her succulent tits together to form a tunnel for my cock. She worked them up and down a few times, but it became obvious that we needed more lubrication. Holding the base of my cock with one hand, I guided her mouth down on it with the other. I knew it was dangerously close to her definition of 'sex', but I also knew she wouldn't deny me my release and I also knew that I really wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. Very slowly, reluctantly, she took my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I kept my hand on her head, urging her forward until her lips were at the root of my cock and its head was nudging the back of her throat. Once in that position, she seemed to lose all her reservations. She began to suck and push me further into her throat. I took my hands from her head and my cock to allow her room to work. She cupped my full balls with one hand and circled the base of my cock with the other. She would pull me all the way out, nipping and licking the head, then swallowing it all the way down, with her nose in my pubic hair. She'd pause, sucking hard on just the tip while she pumped the shaft with her fist, her other hand pulling at my fondling my balls and rubbing just forward of my sphincter. The whole idea of a tit-fuck was lost to both of us. She was determined to suck me off and I was doing my best to oblige her. As I felt my orgasm approaching, her changing techniques began to distract me. I stood up, taking her head in my hands. She adjusted her position and allowed me to take more control. I slowly sank my prick into her mouth, feeling my head enter her throat. Julia swallowed and began to moan something. I pulled out, a string of saliva still linking my dick and her mouth. "Do it. Fuck my mouth. Cum for me like I did for you." She said, her voice all husky with desire. Never one to disappoint a lady, I again plunged my cock into her mouth. For the next minute or so, I ravaged her mouth and throat, my hands holding her head, by dick pumping away down her gullet. She sucked and moaned and breathed when she was able. At some point, I noticed that she was frigging her clit during all this. Talented lady. When I could finally bear no more, I quickly pulled back from that delightful prison and came with a roar, my cock firmly gripped by my fist. I short stroked near half a dozen times, firing as many jets of white cum on her face and into her open mouth. With a groan, I collapsed back in the chair. She sagged a bit, still breathing hard from my having just recently restricted her airflow. She gave me a triumphant smile and began to wipe up the globs of cum on her face that missed her mouth, sucking the remains her fingers. I smiled back. "That... was awesome." "Yah, well... That also will never happen again." She looked down at her clothing in disarray. "See if I ever offer you a facial again." She looked up and gave me a sheepish smile. "You need to get out of here. Not a word of this to anybody." I chuckled. "Do I look stupid? I know when to keep my mouth shut. Actually, my problem is not knowing when to open it." I gave her very wet crotch a meaningful look. "Behave!" Julia said, slapping me on the knee. "I am behaving... badly! But seriously, I'm glad this happened. We didn't break the rules. Mostly. We just bent the hell out of them. But... there are things I wish we had done." Julia stood up and pulled me to my feet. She gave me a long lingering kiss. "No. No more, not again. This wasn't right. But I guess it's something I can live with. It'll be a nice memory and dirty little secret to fantasize about." I tucked in and zipped up. Then I gave her a hug. "Well, you know where I work if you need any more practice on male clients. See you tomorrow." With that I let myself out. Nothing has happened yet, but it does make a dirty little fantasy. A Friendly Fantasy The road from the main highway into Beaver Creek Park seemed to go on forever; and with each second he drove, his sense of anticipation grew. "What will this be like?" he wondered. "I can't wait to see her; to know if the chemistry we have shared online will carry over to real life." Looking into the car's rearview mirror, anxious eyes looked back at him. Today he felt forty. "I only hope that I don't disappoint her," he thought to himself. As he pulled into the parking lot of the conference center, he looked to see if she had already arrived. He had driven pretty hard to get here fifteen minutes early because he liked the thought of being able to spend a couple of minutes catching his breath and calming down. Looking around, he looked for the car she had described to him, but he didn't see it. "Good, I'm here first," he thought. He walked to the conference center and found an open door. He had apparently stumbled into some sort of geologists' conference so he tried to make himself inconspicuous. He found the rest room and, as he splashed water on his face, he tried to reassure himself that it was going to be alright. Again he looked into the mirror. Wearing a yellow polo with navy blue shorts and boat shoes felt comfortable to him, much more so than the suit and tie he spent so much time in. The thought cross his mind more than once the thought to run back to his car and drive away, but his desire to see her outweighed his fear of rejection. One thing he had learned from the internet about Beaver Creek was that there were supposed to be wonderful views of the river from the back of the conference center. Avoiding the crowd, he went back outside and walked around to the back of the center. Whoever "they" were, they were right. The view of the river was awesome and, for the briefest of moments, he forgot why he was there. As he stared out at the river, he wondered yet again if he was making a mistake. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice he had waited so long to hear. "Excuse me, are you Will?" she asked. Turning around he couldn't help but smile. She stood there in khaki shorts with a white pullover and sandals. He knew what she looked like of course, but to see her in real life rather than a scanned picture made him smile. Her smile in response to his seemed to indicate that she wasn't disappointed with his appearance either. The first impression test had been taken by both and they had each passed with flying colors. What do you say to someone you feel like you know so well and yet have never met in real life? This was the question that occupied the next five minutes or so. There was a tender, innocent hug and standing side-by-side they looked out over the river and made small talk. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?" she asked. "Oh no," he replied, "Everything was where you said it would be." "Did you have any trouble getting away from everyone at home?" he asked. "Nah, it was fine. I just told everyone I had some things to do in town and they never blinked twice." The awkwardness was becoming quite real now and he was afraid that maybe she was wishing she were somewhere else. For her part, she was becoming concerned that maybe she was somehow a disappointment to him. She wasn't, of course, but the silence did nothing to reassure her. It was then that the geologists decided to take a break from their conference. People began to stream out of the conference center to join them to admire the view. It was, she thought, the last thing they needed so she decided to take a leap of faith and nervously whispered to him, "Would you like to get out of here?" "Absolutely," he replied with a smile that reassured her that everything was just fine. "Why don't we go to one of the pavilions they have here? It would give us a place to talk without so many people being around," she suggested. "Fine by me," he answered. She offered to drive and let him leave his car there. For the first time in their conversation, his flirty nature that she enjoyed so much reared its ugly head as he said, "Ohhh, I love a woman who takes control." Surprising herself, she smiled at him and said, "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!" They both giggled and got into her car. She drove to one of the more isolated shelters, and once they got out of the car he came over and took her by the hand. The ice had been broken. Physical contact had been made. Their touch on served to affirm the connection they had experience in all of their chatting. They walked to the shelter and sat side-by-side on top of one of the picnic tables holding hands all the while. The next few minutes were also awkward as they both wore silly grins and looked into each other's eyes. The tension now was not one of fear, but rather one of anticipation. Each of them was filled with a longing but neither wanted to be perceived as being too forward. Suddenly, he stopped the small talk by asking, "Am I what you thought I would be?" "Yes," she said, "am I?" Leaning forward, he answered, "Uh huhhhh." It was then that she realized he was intending to kiss her. Practically leaping to meet him, her heart pounding, she leaned forward as well. Unfortunately, they bumped their heads. Embarrassed beyond belief, each drew away from the other. "I'm sorry," he said. "Don't apologize," she responded, "You just startled me is all. What do you say we try that again?" She couldn't believe she was being so forward with him, but it all seemed so right. This time they leaned towards each other and – without anyone being injured – his lips met hers. Tenderly at first their lips touched. The chemical reaction was instantaneous. All the pent up lust of their conversations came pouring out in that instant. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her to him. She responded with equal intensity. Their lips parted and her tongue darted quickly into his mouth. He knew he wanted her, but he wondered if she felt the same way. What he did not know, but would soon discover, was that at the moment their lips touched, she knew that they would be making love very soon. Their passionate embrace seemed to last forever. As he pulled away, all he could do was whisper, "Wow." He knew it probably sounded corny, but he never meant anything more in his entire life. She understood completely. Without his saying a word, she could tell by the movement of his eyes scouting out the area around them what he was thinking. The only question now was, "Where?" Breaking the embrace, she stepped off the picnic table, as she did she was roughly the same height as he. An inch or two from his face and looking into his eyes, she took both of his hands into hers and said, "Are you sure?" He knew what she meant. Without a word, he simply nodded. "Okay, give me just a minute," she whispered. Walking towards her car, she could think of all of the reasons not to do what they were going to do and only one reason to do what they both longed for. Fortunately, passion was a damned good reason. In the backseat of her car she had placed a blanket...just in case. Taking the blanket out of the car, she carried it back and looked at him. She wanted him so much, but she also did not want him to regret anything that they might do. So she said, "Last chance to change your mind." He immediately worried that perhaps she was having second thoughts, and so he said, "I'm fine, but are you okay with this." "Yes I am. I don't know that I've ever wanted anything more." He got off the top of the table and she said, "This way. I know the perfect place. It's a few minutes walk from here, but I promise it'll be worth the wait." Once, while hiking in the woods she found a spot that was seemingly hidden from the world with a small creek nearby. It would be, she thought at the time she found it, the perfect place to make love. Now she would find out for certain. It was difficult for them to contain themselves for those next minutes. There was something of an uncomfortable silence and yet there was a complete sense of peace. As they arrived at the small clearing she looked around and said, "I hope you like it." Staring into her eyes he pulled her to him and with his typical evil grin said, "I'm sure I will. The spot's nice too by the way." She laughed as they again embraced and kissed. This time there was no hesitation and no sense of fear. Only desire gripped them now. He kissed her with passion and she answered with the same. Breaking the kiss, he quickly moved behind her to nuzzle against her neck while hugging her from behind. Now, she could feel the bulge of desire he had for her. Her own desire was building and as his hands moved to cup her breasts, she let a soft moan escape. Suddenly, she spun around to again embrace him. His hands now moved to cup her ass cheeks, and pull her to him. He could feel her heat against his loins and knew he had to have her. He stepped back. The seemingly stupid grin he'd had on his face from the moment he first saw her was still there. She thought it was cute. Reaching down, she picked up the blanket she had dropped when he reached to kiss her. She spread it out on the ground making sure there were no rocks underneath it. Then she stepped back into his arms. This time their kiss was one of anticipation of what was to come. Lowering themselves to the ground without breaking their embrace, she felt his hands tugging at her pullover trying to get it off. She had picked what she thought was her sexiest bra – "Just in case" she had told herself at the time. As soon as her top was gone, she took her turn in the clothing removal department by helping him remove his polo shirt. With her bra brushing up against his chest, they resumed their passionate kissing but each was working their hands on the others shorts. His snap pulled free easier than her button but both were gone in record time. "Boxers, huh?" she whispered passionately having had answered a long-standing question she never got around to asking him. "Sure," he breathlessly replied, "Wanna see what's in them?" "You better believe it!" Her French cut panties were soaked, the pre-cum stain on his boxers was obvious as well. They each did the honors for the other, he removing her panties first. She sliding down his boxers, and she she lowered them she knelt on the ground before him. Taking his bulging cock into her hands, she looked up at his face, and in a voice she almost didn't recognize said, "I've always wanted to do this for you and now I'm going to." Slowly taking him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. His eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and lust. Seeing his face gave her a feeling of power and only added to her desire. She knew he was losing his mind in passion, and that she was the source of that pleasure. Knowing that she was driving him wild turned her on even more – if that was possible. Reaching her hand up, she gently massaged his balls. "Oh God baby," was all he could manage to moan. The moment he said that, she reacted as if someone had fired the pistol to start a race, she lunged forward and managed to swallow almost the entirety of his cock. It was of average length, she guessed, but it was very thick and she couldn't wait to feel it inside of her. Bobbing her head back and forth, she could feel the swelling in his balls. She knew it wouldn't be long before he climaxed. "Now, what?" she wondered to herself. "Do I let him cum or make him wait?" His moans made the decision an easy one for her. She knew he didn't get this at home and she wanted him to know what he had been missing. "Oh baby, I'm about to cummmmmmm," he moaned. With one hand on his shaft stroking his cock and the other massaging his balls, she stopped suck his cock long enough to rasp, "Go on, I want you too." Knowing that she wanted him to shoot his load was all that he needed to hear, the boiling in his balls shot out into her waiting mouth. The sheer force of his orgasm surprised her. She relaxed enough to let his salty cum slide down her throat while she focused on swallowing every last drop. Soon his spasms slowed and she felt his cock begin to go limp. He regained enough of his breath and composure to ask, "Why did you do that? I would gladly have waited." "I know," she said with a lovingly smile, "But I didn't want you too. Besides, now it's my turn." "Gladly, pretty lady." Sliding around she moved from sitting on her knees to laying on her back propped up on her elbows. He got down on the ground and slid between her legs. Leaning forward, he surprised even himself by French kissing her. He could taste the remnants of himself in her mouth, something he would ordinarily have never done, but – then again – this whole experience was a surprise to him. Moving slowly, he slid the length of her body, seemingly tasting every inch of her down to her feet. He spent a considerable amount of time examining her beautiful breasts and feasting on each nipple. After having gone all the way down to her feet, he began to work his way back up kissing lightly and slowly. He began licking the inside of her thighs and his mustache tickled her. At long last he found his way to her mound and began exploring her. Each second of his attention was heaven to her, waves of pleasure and anticipation were building up and her juices were freely flowing. The moment his fingers spread her lips and his tongue found her swollen clit she nearly levitated. For the next several minutes, he lapped, licked, sucked on her clit and slid first one and then two fingers into her. The moans from her grew louder as she felt her orgasm building. "God baby, keep going, I'm close" she moaned. She needn't have worried though, there was no danger of him stopping now. While swirling two fingers inside of her, he found the perfect spot that caused her to freeze with passion and lust. "Awwwwwwwwwwww," was all she could manage from her throat as she erupted from deep inside her. She thrust her ass up from the blanket to meet his fingers. It was a moment that seemed to last forever and yet ended all too quickly. Breathless the two of them wrapped up in the blanket underneath a blue sky that had only a wisp of cloud cover. He had to admit that he had been worried about perhaps getting caught, but if no one had heard them by now, they weren't going to. The time he spent licking her to her orgasm had given him time to recuperate. While they cuddled under the blanket, her hand slid down to his shaft, in no time at all he was hard again. She continued to stroke his shaft lightly. He knew that she wanted to experience the pleasure of oral sex, but he was dying to know the joy of making love to her. He tossed the blanket back and she straddled him. "I have to tell you something," she said. "While you were fingering me and licking my clit, I kept wondering what it would feel like to have your dick inside of me and now, I'm going to find out. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." The words came from her mouth, but the lustful way she had said them surprised her. Taking his cock into her hand, she began to tease her clit with it as if it were a dildo before easing him into her. The gentle way she pulled his cock into her was misleading, because – true to her word – she proceeded to fuck him hard. She started slowly, letting her body adjust to his thick cock. She began to grind small circles on top of his cock; her eyes closing as she rode him. Then she began to thrust against him, humping up and down. Watching her face begin to contort with pleasure, he found himself dying to bury himself deep within her. Pulling his feet together so that his soles touched each other, his legs formed what appeared to be wings. He began to thrust upward lifting his ass off the blanket to go deeper inside of her. His thrusts almost caused her to tumble over but she steadied herself by putting her hands on his chest. Meanwhile he reached out for her tits and cupped them while teasing her nipples with his thumbs. As she continued to ride his cock, she felt as if his thickness was going to pull her apart, but the pleasure was driving her crazy. The second orgasm building within her was even more intense and powerful than the first and seemed to go on forever. Exhausted, with her legs throbbing in pain, she collapsed on his chest. After a breathless moment, he asked "And just what do you think you're doing? You're not finished yet." "Oh really?" she said as she smiled. "Yes, really!" and with that he rolled her onto her back and slid deftly into her. Placing her legs over his shoulders, he abandoned the tenderness they had known earlier in the day. In its place was raw lust. He did not gently make love to her; he pounded into her with almost hammer-like thrusts. Having poured out so much cum into her mouth earlier, he was afraid that he might not have a second orgasm within him. Even if he did have one, he knew it would be a while in coming. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he felt the cum building up inside of him. She could sense it too. "Come on baby," she almost screamed, "let it go." "Oh fucckkkkkkkk," he moaned as he came. She felt his cock pump cum into her. And, in exhaustion, it was his turn to collapse. They spent the next hour snuggling under the blanket, kissing each other tenderly. The awkwardness of their earlier conversation was replaced with and ease and comfort for each other. Whether or not they would be able to meet again was not guaranteed to them. Walking back to the car, they only promised one another that they would try to get together again, but both knew somehow that they had to be together again. The lovemaking they had experienced that day was a pleasure they had never known. They had to know it again.