Different Love – Part II

Hey guys. As you asked, there’s the second part of the story. Thank you very much for your support and all your comments at part 1. I really wish you enjoy reading it and please, let me some comments here too!
Special thanks to my friend Arizona1664 for helping me with the english stuff :kiss:
Happy new year!
Lilith.
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Part II

After all, different or not, I was turning into a person who could enjoy herself. Maybe I just needed something to shake me, to wake me up, to make me feel alive by putting me at risk. I would do anything to continue feeling that way, anything. I just hoped to remain in one piece for long enough to figure out who I was, before I could no longer say I was somebody.


I woke up feeling different. I’m used to being really agitated in the morning, as I grew up having a military father giving orders, checking schedules and making me hurry up with everything, every single day. So even now, months after he was transferred to another state, I’m still used to waking up stretching up like a cat and just jumping off the bed every day soon as I’m awake… But not today.

Today I just opened my eyes and tried to reconstruct the earlier night. And a sudden smile came up on my face.

I was trying to understand how the most screwed night of my entire life had turned up to be the most exciting night ever. The stinky and scary bar, the gang fight, a man shooting at us with a machine-gun! Then Owen, his gang, the way they all looked at me like I was the most delicious meal on the planet, my first time… In short, it all scared me like hell, but today… I’d never felt so alive.

Sighing loudly, I slid down my hand over my chest, my belly, until I reached the soft skin folding between my legs. I caressed myself and instantly felt utterly sensitive. My inner lips were sore, so were my insides. I could feel a little discomfort, but it wasn’t hurting that bad and I thought of it as a small price to pay for the incredible feeling I had last night. I felt like doing everything again if Owen wanted to.

Owen…


So it wasn’t the drug after all. Just thinking about him brought me feelings that I’ve never felt before, like this intense desire to see him again.

I stood up and opened my closet’s door and glared at myself in the full length mirror. Then I took off my cosy white cotton pyjamas and looked at myself, my soft, perky and generous breasts, then my toned legs, my long, golden hair… I couldn’t say I was ugly, because I wasn’t. But I was trying to figure what could have made a handsome, gigantic and older man like Owen want me like he did last night.

I was small framed, had this childish look, with this blonde fringe falling over my eyebrows. And these soft cheeks… I’m more a doll than a sexy woman.

If he just wanted to play around and have a one night stand with me, I would have hated it, but would have understood. But he took my car on purpose, I knew that! How did this happen?

But I couldn’t stay lost in thoughts, I had to go to school, so I took a shower really fast, got dressed, grabbed some toast and prepared myself to a long walk. My school was almost half mile away from my house and I had no car.

Soon as I left home I thought of it as a really good idea. I needed some time to think and, with such nice weather, taking some fresh air would be just fine. But I heard a familiar horn sounding just across the street. It was my car.


My shoulders stiffened and my heart raced like I was about to die. I walked up there and opened the passenger door.

“Morning, sweet cheeks.” Owen said soon as I got in the car and closed the door. So he noticed my cheeks. They were probably damn red right now.

“Good morning, Owen.” I answered trying to look at him, but I couldn’t. I was completely stiff, frozen, my heart beating like a crazy drummer. My fingers clenched the hem of my skirt.

Just five awkward seconds passed until he acted.

“Don’t be like this, come here.” He said holding softly my chin with his fingertips, turning my face to him and kissing me softly. Then he held the back of my neck with his other hand and kissed more fiercely. I felt his tongue probing between my lips and I let it in, so he could explore the depths of my mouth. It was magical. I was softening, relaxing, until he stopped just holding me still and looking right into my eyes. “Smelling that nice, I ain’t gonna let you go to school.”

I smiled. I wasn’t getting crazy after all, he really liked me! That big bad-ass gang member liked me!
Just hearing my own thoughts I figured that something was really wrong with me.
How the hell did this happen?