Her Malice

Chapter One –

My name is Damien, I am seventeen years old. This is my reject, a notebook I have kept over the years inside my guitar case. I have been told it was of something important, something valuable. I guess time will tell it’s place, it’s piece. I’m a fake, so everyone has told me. Fake to myself and to everyone around me. It sometimes feels as I have lead a double-edged life. One to walk forward, and the pavements that I walk upon, backwards. I am five foot, ten inches tall of Irish, German, Italian, and Russian descent. I have driven down to where I am now: California. It’s February 10th, sight, and I’m not feeling it again. “It” could be a lot of things, a lot of things I want, and don’t want. I, sometimes, don’t know how to feel. I have been in a relationship with a significant other, but sometimes, it feels as if I had better hopes with my best friend than her. In truth, I think I am falling for her. Who’s she, you may ask, well, she is a girl that lives about fifteen minutes from me.

I met her at a club.

It was a party, rather. How nights of just binge drinking can make me forgetful. Veronica is her name, she was only fifteen. But something about her, had always caught my eyes. Whether it would be her long multi-colored hair, or her cute smile, there was always something about her. We had been friends for quite sometimes. People would like to call us “love birds that never shared the same branch,” but I have always looked at it as “love birds without a branch.” I guess I’d rather be with her without a branch than we both having different branches. The weather was weird this time of year, but socal is always having odd weather.

It was a Sunday afternoon, Veronica calls me up.

“Hey,” I said, in a sleepy voice.

“Hey hey hey!” she pretty much shouted through the airwaves. The signal was static, I was still sleepy.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked, she had been partying too hard last night, calmed down with E afterwards.

“Yeah, I wanted to thank you.”

“What are friends for?”

She was quiet, but it wasn’t like Veronica at all, so just as that, she continued to speak once again. She thanked me, it was flattering, and out of nowhere, we were
flirting again. I began with, “what are you thinking about?”

“You,” was her reply, then added, “come over, I need cock.”

My heart sunk and my cock throbbed. Without telling her, I was already struggling myself firmly. God, it was such a sensitive feeling, her voice was very sexy. I could feel my balls churning and almost about to cum but I stopped myself.

“I’m horny too, baby.”

I could hear it in her voice, her lips, how she licked them and individualed them with her tongue. I could hear it all over the phone alone.

“I don’t wanna tell you but–“

“What, what?” She was excited.

“I’m jerking off right now,” I moaned for her. “It feels so good, baby, make me cum.”

“I’m jamming my fingers inside my pussy, fuck. I’m on my period though.”

“Do it.”

“But, Damien, I’ll be all bloody……” she moaned. I knew she did it then. “It’s so tight, fuck, baby, how many fingers you want?”

“Let’s start with two,” I suggested, “feels good doesn’t it?”

“God, I’m sooo wet. I’m so fucking wet. Damien, fuck me, fuck me now!” she almost screamed. It was the middle of the day. I suppose no one was home. “Fuck,” she licked her lips then jammed her fingers into her mouth.

“Does it taste good?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Baby, anyone home?”

“Nuu..” she was still moaning halfway, couldn’t stop herself it seemed. “..no!” she moaned loud.

“I’m coming over.