Luna Unknown

Lucid Lust

SARAH

    I'm inside of a large house. The walls are tall and immaculate, made mostly of wood and a few accent walls being made of stone, almost reminding me of my home. I'm in a living room with a long black sofa, so clean it looked like it had never been used. A large television mounted the wall over the gas fireplace. The vast kitchen aligned with all brand new appliances and a black marble topped island ties into the living room. One wall was made entirely of one giant glass window looking out into the woods. This house was sweet, wherever I was.     I started to look around for clues to help aid in my confusion. Was I kidnapped? Drugged? I realized that I was dreaming as the stranger from yesterday appears, stopping my breath in my throat. He was tall and dark, his shiny black hair just long enough to run your fingers through. His dark brown eyes were alluring and captivating, leaving me unable to move my legs or feet. His hard chest and firm muscly arms were not very concealed as a tight black t-shirt was the only keeping me from the view that I really wanted. His jeans were hanging just low enough to expose the hem of his boxers. You could see the V in his pelvic region from 20 feet away.     He was approaching me, never stopping his gaze. With each step taken closer, I grew weaker. Finding it hard to stand, I leaned over on a side table, feeling the wetness between my legs as they touched together. His gaze never breaking contact, His manly woodsy smell enveloping me. I was stunned and so turned on that I couldn't speak.

    I was new to this feeling. Probably because I was a virgin and had no deep interest in taking my relationship with Colton farther.     He stepped until he was a foot away from me. He didn't say anything as he held his arms to his sides, his eyes growing dark as his gaze somehow deepened. I wanted those hands that were at his sides to touch me. I wanted them to explore every part of my untouched body. I wanted to crash my lips against his to open him up and feel his soft tongue.     I didn't realize that I was staring at his hands until he broke the silence. I looked up at this insanely sexy stranger who was softly smiling, wondering if he could tell that my body was on fire and that it yearned for his touch.     He broke the silence as the smile disappeared from his face. "Beg me." He almost whispered through his sexy, husky voice. I was so lost, beg for what? I was Sarah, I don't beg for anything. Thoughts that immediately stopped themselves when I realized to myself that I would beg for this man to touch me. I would beg for whatever I had to from him. He was mysterious and somehow commanded me without my guards going up or need to really protest. I felt the warmness growing in my downstairs region, practically bruising my legs from holding them so close together to fight the need. I asked my next question and it came out as broken and as mix emotioned as I had felt.     "Beg for what?" I gulped. The smile returned to his face and he slowly lifted up his hand to caress my cheek. The feel of his skin on mine sending flames and tingles throughout my entire body. I felt like a b***h in heat. I needed to have this man. I needed him inside of me while feeling his teeth at my neck. I've never been into biting. The random fantasy shocked and excited me.     His smile still present with his gaze, his eyes growing dark never taking his hand off of my cheek and robbing me of the feel of his touch. "Beg for what you want." He said through a smile taking that moment to look me up and down. Really look me up and down. His gaze starting at the top of my head and sent my body into uncontrollable spirals as he ventured with his eyes lower to my breasts, my stomach, my V. I felt as though I had a fever and he knew it. So he wanted me to beg. I started to succumb to his commands, ready to be on my knees or back begging with everything that I had. I put my hands around his face, relieved that the tingles of warmth also occurred when I touched him. I was going to tell him exactly what I wanted him to do to me, and to start pleading rather than begging, but all I could mutter out with my tiny voice was "Please."      His eyes became so dark that the color was unrecognizable and he let a slow breath out before placing his hands around my waist causing my skin to break out into flames. The pleasure of his touch was too unbearable, I needed more. With my hands still around his face I stared into his with my eyes opened large and full of need.     "Please." I whispered again, close enough for him to feel my breath. Within a nanosecond he closed the space between our lips, causing my whole being to fumble. His moist lips were warm and luscious wrapping around mine in perfect unison. "These lips were made for me" I thought to myself. I needed more. I used my tongue to part his lips, him giving his tongue to me. He stole the show as he caressed my tongue with his, occasionally licking my lips before sucking softly. A soft moan escaped my lips, there was no containing it.     He had heard and his body tensed up sending heat and tingles through out me at his realization. Without a word he stopped the kiss and picked me up as if I were a baby or a cat, my arms wrapped around his neck for my fear of falling. ""W-where are we going?" I managed to say. He looked down at my face and smiled, saying nothing.     I didn't care where we were going. I appreciated the opportunity of being held by him to put my face against his chest, sending the warm tings through my cheeks and all the way down to my feet.     He stopped as we approached large black double doors. He smiled again, using his foot to prop the door open. This bed room was immaculate. Walls and a large window that mirrored the living room. A canopy California king bed was placed in the corner of the room. It has long back curtains sealing in the darkness around the bed despite the rawring sun coming through the large window.     He carries me over to the bed and lays me down. My breathing uneven, not knowing what would come next. He started to walk out of the room, my heart dropping to my feet. I just felt the warmth of his touch! The dream can't end like this! "No! Please don't-" my plea got interrupted when I saw him close the giant double doors in front of him, locking them with a key and putting the key into his pocket. He turned around with a smile that could almost be misinterpreted as a smirk.     "Please, what?" I felt my cheeks turn red at his question. I was trying to find the air to answer. He took a few long steady strides toward me never breaking eye contact. "I asked you a question. I don't ask twice." He said with a straight face, eyes full of control and yet still, lust. His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was sexy and husky like the rest of him. I was stunned, and my mouth was so dry that it barely came out.     "Please...don't...leave." I managed. He let out a tiny laugh, one that made me squeeze my knees together as a soft moan escaped my lips from the sweet music of this man. I was on display for him to see, lying on his bed on my back. If I opened my knees, my needs would be very apparent.     My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of pleasurable warmth lying right next to me. How did he get over here so fast? Must be the dream science. I couldn't focus on that. I didn't know how much longer I had to take in this man. He lay on his side staring at me, his hand finding my cheek yet again. I moaned, not willing to hide it anymore. I didn't want to beg or play games, I needed him right now or I would die.     My sounds had an effect on him as he too appeared to have lost control. His lips were on mine again, more urgently. His tongue finding and swirling in amazing synchronicity with mine. He pulled away to kiss at my jaw line, giving me the chance to wrap both of my hands in his beautiful hair. trailing kisses down until he was at my neck. He licked my neck from top to bottom, the feeling of his tongue leaving pains of pleasure with every stroke. He bit softly down, licking and sucking the side of my neck causing my whole body to shake. "Bite me baby, I want to feel your teeth." The thought caught me off guard. This was torture.     I could feel my heartbeat inside of my swollen p***y. More. I needed more. As if sensing my thoughts he pulled away to get a better look at my face. Breathing uneven, I had quite the effect on him as well. Close enough to where I could feel his breath on my cheek he whispered "Beg."     That f*****g voice. I've never had an orgasm before, but I bet that they feel as nice as his voice sounds. My entire body craving more, I was done playing games. "Please." I said letting a small smile form on my lips. His eyes went to black and his lips were back on my neck, his hand rubbing my stomach. My belly was on fire with every hand movement that he made, sending signals down to my girl down under that we were closer to getting what we wanted. He sat me up to slide my shirt off, exposing my close to perfect breasts.     "Fuck." He muttered as if seeing a woman for the first time. He moved the attention of his fingers to my soft pink n****e, growing hard and begging for more of his touch. He played with them and lightly pinched them. I arched my back as if I could feel it better that way. He liked that I did this, as he slowly took my other n****e into his mouth, those soft luscious lips finding their place again as if they belonged there. He sucked on my n****e, using his tongue to create wonderous little spikes of pleasure as my other n****e was now being played with his fingers.     My moan was uncontrolled as I took a deep breath in, thrusting my thighs into the air to gain his attention. He noticed this gesture and it humored him. He removed my n****e from his mouth to reveal an amazingly sexy smile. I just stared at him unknowing what he wanted from me. I wanted anything but for him to stop as he did. And then I remembered the game. "Please." I spoke clearly. I wanted him to realize that this was the last time I would beg. I wanted him to want to do these things to my body, not to have to belittle myself to get what I wanted. Those thoughts went silent as the throbbing in my downstairs continued. He was still just staring at me, smiling, not returning to his tongue to its rightful place. "Please, please, oh please!" I let out through cracked breaths. He didn't touch me, only gazed at my body as if he were full of questions.    The thought of losing his touch had started to make me feel empty; I needed more before I became less. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes, feeling very small at having just begged for something for it to not be returned. With the tears evident in my eyes I looked at him and muttered one final "please" before the smile vanished from his face and he were back in my happy place. His hand and mouth gracefully listening to the calls from my n*****s. He removed the hand from my hard n****e and started to trail slowly down my stomach until his fingers were at the hem of my lace panties. I moaned at the thought of them being there. His body tensed at my moan and I could feel his c**k on my leg, hard enough to poke a hole through me. It also felt exceptionally large, a thought that escaped me as his fingers went into the hem of my panties, finding the spot right up above my opening.     He removed his hand quickly, an act that I were about to refuse, until he put his two fingers in front of my mouth. "Suck." He said sternly. I did as he said and took his large two fingers into my mouth and sucked. They tasted better than anticipated, causing me salivate and lick them over with my tongue. He slowly pulled his hand away from my mouth and brought his fingers in front of our faces as if to inspect them. They were soaked with my spit. This pleased him. "Good girl." He whispered against my neck, making me shiver with pleasure.     He started nipping and sucking at my neck, while one of his hands grabbed the hem of my panties to move them out of his way as he took his other hand, the one I had sucked, and placed his fingers on my opening, moving them in small circles. I don't know if I was moaning, in that moment I didn't know anything. The only thing that I could concentrate on were his wet fingers rubbing on my c**t, causing my back to spasm from not being able to handle the pleasure he was bringing me. I was yet again wishing for more, wanting to find my release from this heavenly hell. I didn't even have to say please as I felt both fingers go inside of me, sliding in gracefully due to the amount of spit. I felt my walls close around his fingers, the throbbing slit finding peace with the tingly feeling of his skin being so inside of mine.     "f**k baby, you're so wet." He let out through very uneven breaths. His words lit a fire in me as I could feel his fingers swirling around, going inside and then outside of me. I gripped my hands tightly in his hair.     Something was building up inside of me, something that I couldn't control. I started to sway my hips up and down to make the motion faster, speeding his lovely fingers in and out, feeling how large and wet they were with me. They were gliding easily in a synchronized manner. I stayed steadily climbing, until the world broke free from around me. "Lenora, c*m for me." He whispered in my ear with that sexy voice.     My head flew back and my back lifted my breasts to the sky, my orgasm hit me hard, screaming "Please" to the top of my lungs. "Please, Please, Please!" I begged.     The sound of my alarm jolted me awake. I turned to face the alarm. It was the last one I had set. Meaning that I had missed the other two. s**t, I was running incredibly late. I went to throw my pink sheets off of me when I noticed that I was pulling my right hand out of my underwear. What the hell? I looked under the sheets at my body which was completely relaxed, a feeling of warmth washing through me.     Was I really m**********g? Did I have a real orgasm? I was running these questions through my head fastly and very confused. I had never m*********d before, I had never seen reason to. I always thought that my body would let me know when it was ready for such acts.     No one was around to see but I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I was m**********g in my sleep thinking of the new guy at school. I didn't even know his name. Not knowing his name was burning a hole inside of my throat. Why did I want to know him so badly and why was he the male role in my brain porno?     Guilt washed through me as I remembered Colton and all of the times that he has tried to advance our relationship, halting every time that I had said I weren't ready. Maybe after this event we would be ready. I surprised myself by remembering my most recent dream rather than envisioning my King of School boyfriend.     Why couldn't I feel the connection to Colton any longer? I felt yesterday as though I loved him, and today I'm dreading the fact that I have to see him. I don't want him to see my face revealing my most recent bodily discovery. I hadn't done anything wrong but I felt like I had been cheating. Does one apologize for this sort of thing?     Troubling me even more were thoughts of "WHO is this guy? Why change schools the last year of high school? Why was I having dreams about this guy deep inside of me when I have never even let another human see my breasts? Did he also notice the stare-off that we had in Trigonometry causing between my legs to pool and the heat rise to my cheeks?     Embarrassment washed through me again. I wasn't used to embarrassment. In fact I was always on the other side of it before. I brushed the thought away, not wanting to focus on the turmoil that I had caused other people. I had slept in so late focusing on that dreamy man that I was officially f****d. No matter how fast I ran, I wouldn't reach Gabby's driveway in time for Colton's arrival. There goes my ride, I sighed. I quickly shot him a text message letting him know that I wasn't feeling well and that I was staying home today. I would be caught in my lie once he saw me in school, but I could deal with that later. I didn't want to risk him driving counties away and finding out the truth.     Also he sort of creeped me out yesterday and I can't figure out why. As soon as I got to school, I started having this feeling of being watched. More so than normal. The only part of yesterday where I felt safe and at ease was with locking those beautiful brown eyes across the classroom.     When he sat behind me, my whole body jumped in it's spot. His presence was causing my lower body to throb. My throat had become so dry that I couldn't talk. And even if I could have talked, I didn't want to flirt with Colton like normal in front of Stranger. I couldn't figure out why no matter how deep I went digging inside of my brain. Stranger had taken control over all of my mind.     When Colton had tried to kiss me after dropping me off at Gabby's, I got mad. Upset, even. I realized how strange the behavior was. I couldn't throw away three years of work for a mood swing. So I told him that my lips were dry, hoping that he didn't check to see if I were lying. We shook each others shoulders awkwardly and said "goodbye".     I probably needed to have a talk with him soon. At least it would be at school in front of people, and not alone in his car with just the two of us. Sighing with a small amount of relief I set my phone down and turned to my small closet, choosing today's costume. Most of my clothes were pink, the only exception being denim and white colored garments. I didn't have a whole lot of time so I decided on a hot-pink and white striped halter top that I slid over my body with a pair of denim shorts.     They were a bit too short on my legs but with the growth spurt that I had recently gone through, everything appeared a bit short on me. I thought that the shorts might seem a bit slutty, and with that I decided on them definitely. No one knew that I was a virgin. The only one who knew was Colton, and he promised to keep my secret. He even occasionally lied about it for me to his football buddies. Claiming that I was a great lay and worth the wait. I appreciated him lying for me, and was grateful for him telling everyone that I was a solid lay. I don't know why that information pleased me, but it all kept up with my appearance. The appearance that I wanted people to fear. If they knew that they had experienced something that I hadn't, I would surely get grilled alive. I had no good karma nor did I deserve any so I made sure to keep all parts of my charade close in tact so that I wouldn't ever have to deal with it.      I applied more than few coats of mascara in the mirror and sprayed myself lightly with perfume after running a brush frantically through my hair. I put on my white tennis shoes and tied the laces as I have done many times in the past. I loved my white tennis shoes. They were great for walking and running and as long I paid attention, their bright white shine wasn't hard to maintain.     I took one final look in my prized mirror at the finished product. I looked good. Better than usual. I was dressed casual as could be so I wondered why I had a certain glow about myself. "The orgasm." a voice stated inside of my head. Holy s**t. Is this what they meant by "being a woman now?" Because after only one bodily explosion that took place while I was mostly asleep, I definitely felt more like a woman.     How did I go eighteen years without experiencing that before? It was incredible. He was incredible himself, the dream not being possible without my leading actor. I started almost shaking with nervousness.     Would he be there today? Of course he would be there today. It was only the second day of school. And a Friday at that. Should I talk to him? I felt as though he should be the one to talk to me. Chivalry wasn't dead and I thought that I had already invaded his space enough with including him in on my dream. Plus if I'm being honest with myself, I'm hoping that he wants to know who I am. What my name is, What I like to do for fun, my family life. I hope that he wonders about all of those things as I have not been able to stop myself from wondering them about him. He would receive all lies in exchange, however his wanting to know is what would mean the world to me.     I felt instantly guilty again as I thought back to Colton. What was I going to do about my boyfriend of three years? I did love him, that's for sure. But I couldn't be too in love with him, having never craved him in such a way as I have Stranger before. He seemed to be in love with me though.     My heart broke that I was going to have to break his. I don't know why I was getting so sentimental. I always told myself that if someone more attractive came along, he would become the king to my queen. However after three years of no one coming along, I got comfortable with being around Colton. He was sweet, didn't ask any questions, didn't pressure me into anything, and he was the main glue that held the entire act of Sarah together.     My brain was spinning with different scenarios involving both Colton and Stranger before my phone chimed with a text message from Colton. "Hope you get better. " See. He was sweet. Seeing his text reminded me that I was running late and to numb my imagination. I sighed and opened my bedroom door hoping that I could escape peacefully without anyone trying to talk to me.     I walked through the living room aiming for the front door. Dad was asleep on the couch with three empty bottles of whiskey on the small coffee table. He was going to kill himself for sure drinking like that. Just as yesterday while I was pausing for the door to ponder on my sleeping alcoholic father do I hear a little voice over my shoulder.     "Whoa, shorter than yesterday. Guess we really do have some goals this year after all." Her voice sounded of nails on chalkboard. I turned to face her, more than prepared for the cat and mouse game that she has planned. I put my arms behind my back and smiled as best as I could. "Good morning, Mary. I'll just be off to school now. Hope you have a great day." I made sure that "great" sounded especially sarcastic. She startled chuckling but her eyes did not match the laughter. "He's so drunk and passed out that he can't hear us, let's not waste our time playing pretend." My blood began to boil. Why couldn't I ever just go to f*****g school on time? "I do not know what to whom or what you are referring to Mrs. Mary, honestly. So if you don't mind, I'm going to go to school now. I'm actually rather late." I replied with fluent sarcasm before I turned to open the door.     She was in front of me now, blocking the door. How in the hell did she get here so fast? Her bright red lipstick looked evil around her slightly pointy teeth. I've always thought that she resembled a blonde demon. "Listen here you little b***h-" She snarled through her lipstick "- I have made it very clear these past few years who runs this show. I created you, I turned you from NOTHING into EVERYTHING. Or as close to everything as you can seem to get. I demand some f*****g respect! And subordination! You've seen what I can do, child. I walked into the room last night and turned that sad little shitshow in a f*****g circus. Don't you like your home life as is? Why would you purposefully keep f*****g me knowing that I could destroy the one real thing that you have left?"     Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. Whether it was a fact that sat well with me or not, she created Sarah. She even chose my new name. She talked to me in the same way that I talked to everyone else in my life. She got into my head in the same way that she taught me to do.     I was fighting in tears remembering last night. Sucking in all of my pride in an effort to save my home life, I muttered coldly. "What do you want from me, Mary?" She smiled from ear to ear knowing that she was winning. "Well actually it's quite simple. Fix your nasty f*****g roots, for starters. I bought a few bottles of box dye, I'll have them in the kitchen for you when you get home. Also, I know that you pretend to be book stupid at school. I need you to bring those grades up a bit. We want them to think that you're ditsy, not absolutely useless. Make sure that there are no fat cheerleaders this year, I hate watching them from the crowd. And as far as your wardrobe, I know that I've had nothing but nasty things to say about it, but it is actually brilliant. We both know that you're a virgin. What a most perfect way to throw that scent off. You do at least make out with Colton in front of people, correct? I always had a feeling you might be lesbian, which is unacceptable until you are no longer under my roof."     Through all of her babble, the only part that I caught was "my roof." This was most certainly not her roof. It never would be. Not until I were dead from trying to stop it.     Feeling at a total loss and embarrassed for losing so horribly, I needed to get this worked out so that I could go to school and deal with the problems of my kingdom and find that sexy stranger. "I'm sorry. I'll fix my roots after school, I'll get better grades, No fat cheerleaders, and I am NOT a lesbian." A fact that I had known to be true, given my dream last night. Mary nodded in approval with a fake smile planted on her plaster face. "Have a good day, Sarah." She said sending shivers down my spine.     I shut the door behind me and started my journey on foot. It would take quite some time, but I was a runner. A great one in fact. I was several counties over meaning that it would take me a few hours running at full speed. I secured my backpack and threw my headphones into my ears as I started running.     Running off the anger that I felt this morning. The anger that I felt last night. **********

I got home after my run, totally creeped out after feeling though I were followed. Mary wasn't there. This didn't happen too often anymore so I decided to try to maybe hang out with my dad who didn't seem to have an alcoholic drink that evening. I sat on the couch next to him as he watched boring, old, lame game shows. I kept peering at the window, wondering where else I could feel so exposed from.     Seeing my father sober was like seeing a dog walk on it's hind legs, and I was thankful for the time like these that we shared together. "Whatcha think Nori, He gonna win the fifty thousand?" I started to laugh, "Doubt it, old man. He's a bit off of his rocker like someone else that I know" I teased at him.     We started laughing and continually made jokes about the contestants, feeling warm and at home for one of the rare times. I hadn't gotten moments like this with my father since my mother died. When she left us, both of our worlds came crashing down. He didn't have high school or Sarah to keep him back together.     When I heard Mary's car pull in, I sat up in my seat. Dad was sober. Enjoying life. Two things that she did not agree with, and surely she would try to destroy as soon as she walked through the door.     I was right, she walked in and stood there for a moment taking in the situation. Dad didn't realize that she had come in. I could unfortunately sense it within a mile. She tried to get my dad's attention several times before he finally acknowledged her with a kiss. Gross. She pinned up and pointed her finger at me ready to cause a scene. "Aren't you going to apologize to me for this morning?" She snarled. "Apologize for what?" I whispered.     I broke the barrier that was Mary's nerves as she started screaming a multitude of made up reasons as to why I should apologize. Apparently I shoved her, called her a b***h, and said that she would never compare to my mom. All of which never took place, but I dream for the days in which it can.     She wasn't actually yelling at me. She was yelling at me for my dad to take notice, and when he never did, she started on him. "Really Joe? You're not going to defend me at all? We've talked about this! I need your help to help raise and shape her! If she were Margaret you would have been paying attention!"     Saying my mother's name was the one sure fire way to catch either of our attention. My dad jumped up from the couch to start the argument that she had wanted all along. All while I sat there with my hands in my lap. Thinking of Margaret. Of Mom.     Of just how beautiful and kind she was. She would never start arguments before taking her coat off. She would ask you about your thoughts and intentions instead of just assuming them. She would hug me and help me with my homework, She would make sure that dad was eating right and that he didn't watch too much television. My heart ached to hear her name.     I got brought back into their argument when my dad said "And she's half right! You're no Maggie, and you'll never be!" She paused and gasped before responding with a quick b***h slap to the side of his face. He turned beat red, looking as if he were ready to explode. I thought that he might smack her back, but instead he went into the kitchen to retrieve his booze. I felt my heart sink realizing that the fun, sober dad was officially leaving the building and that our nice moment was over.     My dad had said "Maggie" and now my heart was turning so full of hurt at her memory that I couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me." I whispered as I walked by them arguing to get to my room as fast as possible. Once in I shut the door, and cried. I cried for my mother, for my father, for Lenora, for my old life. I would trade anything to have it all back.     I wish that I had a real curtain. Some new unwanted feelings were making me afraid of windows. I didn't want anyone to be watching, a weird emotion that started taking place today.

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    When I finally arrived at the school, it was half way through the day for sure. I wasn't exhausted from the run as it eased my nerves about Mary. That, and I've had to do it a time or two. However I still took a moment to breathe before entering the building, lurking in the corner of the parking lot leaning on a large black Jeep. I haven't seen this here before. Some freshman must've borrowed it from his dad or something.     Looking at the time on my phone, I only had three class periods and a lunch left before the end of the day. This would sound weird if I were to ever speak it out loud, but I knew that Stranger was here. I felt it from a mile away. He was in that building, All I had to was walk through the doors and claim my prize.     Why was I thinking like this? As in way too fast. Calm down, Sarah. We need to know his name first. I waited outside of the school doors as I waited for the bell to ring, signifying that the class period was over and that the halls were flooded with students. I walked through the doors and didn't see him in the main hallway. s**t. He was here somewhere, I just had to look better. I ignored the stares coming my way as I was blatantly looking for someone in the hall. I heard someone mumble "she's cracked." under their breath. They were probably right.     I was pacing up and down the English wing, not seeing him there either. I was turning around to check another wing when a small arm reached out and grabbed mine. "Uhm HeLLo? Where have you been today? You have missed so much that I don't even know where to begin." Rebecca says as she jumps to my side, filling me in. Her voice was flooded with excitement. "Totally girl, you are not going to be happy." Said an appearing Tiffany to my side.     Tiffany was our small friend, we let her into our dictatorship last year after she transferred. She had a huge house and her parents were always away working, giving us the perfect house to party in. Tiffany just wanted to be part of the inn crowd in exchange. An offer that I happily accepted. She was pretty enough to hang out with Rebecca and I, and her hair was naturally blonde. When we walked together in the halls, the students parted to the sides near the lockers as if we were Moses parting the red sea.     It was hard to ignore their banter to continue my search but I wanted to appear as normal as possible. I only stopped to listen when I heard Rebecca say "and then there's that drop dead sexy new guy with his fancy Jeep, Damen I think. Don't even get me started on that. I mean really, who does he think that he is? Totally undermining you like that."     Her words pierced me with curiosity. Also, Damen. I liked that name. Definitely had a ring to it. But how was he undermining me? Was she also under a spell of his? Leaving her hopeless and full of false accusations? "Witch." I thought to myself. I started to speak to Rebecca without looking at her "And just HOW is he doing tha-" I stopped my own sentence when I looked down the hall and saw exactly just what they were talking about.     My man was standing there. Towering over most of the other students with his smooth, tan skin. He wore a tight black shirt similar to yesterday. A flame within my stomach as I trailed my eyes down to see that he was wearing gray sweatpants. They left close to nothing to the imagination. They were baggy, sure. But there was no denying the imprint of his large c**k hanging on his leg.     I wondered if any other girls had noticed? The irritation at that was causing anger to seep out of my pores. Of course they had noticed. Jealousy was coursing through my veins so quickly that I didn't stop to ask myself why.     Because he looked at me. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown that even I could see from down the hall. His lips were full and his face was serious. I remembered my dream last night, those very lips making my being overfilled with tingles. I was pulled to him, my gaze, my nose, every part of my lower body.     More. I needed more. I was just about to do a run-down with Rebecca and Tiffany to find out what they know about Damen, right before I turned my head and saw what everyone were raving to themselves about.     Damen was leaning on another girl's locker, his gaze now gone from mine, him smiling at the lucky female to be within his presence. The lucky female that I was ready to bury a knife inside of, for reasons unknown to me. I needed to know who she was. Who other than myself was worthy of making him smile?     When he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked her in the opposite direction, I went into shock. My notebook and pencils falling to the floor, almost going unnoticed by me. But not by literally everyone else. My mouth gaped open like an i***t while I processed what I had just seen. The red rage was boiling inside of me, begging to explode. I hadn't said anything to either of them in minutes and I could tell that they were starting to worry but I didn't care. I wouldn't rest until I had made this girl pay for even thinking to be that close to him. Through absolutely pursed lips, louder than I intended it to be without looking at either of them, I shouted "What in THE f**k is he doing WITH MARTHA GOBS?"