Sample Chapter:
DESIRE

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His eyes remained on her all night: the plump creature in her black jeans which clung to her hips and followed the contours of her body all the way down to her ankles. A jacket, which looked more like a fisherman’s net, hung loosely over her white baby-tees jersey. He noticed the gold ring in her small navel that inflated his desire to run his hands over her flat stomach.

Her straight black hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail which hung just above her shoulders. Her unpainted face was fat and round but formed a prominent peak at the chin. The hazelnut eyes complemented her thick lips from which her tongue escaped, slowly, at just the right time, and made its way from one side of her mouth to the other.

She was desirable and he decided that tonight he wanted to taste her. It did not matter that she was just fourteen and he was almost eighteen. She did not look like fourteen and she had the goods to prove it. He could easily imagine himself with her in the heights of sexual ecstasy. He made up his mind that tonight he would take the opportunity.

They had never spoken before at school, yet tonight she had asked him something about his gold heart-shaped earring as she played with his ear. Then later she had asked him if he had a girlfriend. He did not. She had said that she did not have a boyfriend.

That was some sort of signal, he reasoned. She must have wanted him in the same way that he was lusting after her. Before the party was over he was going to get Sasha Mc Clatchie laid. And there was not going to be a relationship afterwards. Just sex, with no strings attached, just like he was accustomed having. The field was way too big for him to be playing with only one partner.

She was laughing with some of her girlfriends when he sauntered by, cup in hand, making sure that his shoulder brushed against her. He felt her eyes follow him out the door. He stood at the far end of the porch where the light did not fall. Within a minute, he saw her standing in the doorway, her head turning to the left, then to the right to where he stood.

He watched her make short steps toward him. She was not that tall, just above five feet. He was at least one foot taller. He turned slowly, after he was sure that she had seen him, and ambled along the side of the house, making his way to the garage. He waited in the semi-darkness. Soon, he saw her silhouette at the entrance. He cleared his throat and like a missile zeroing in on its target, she made her way in the direction of the noise.

He sat on the bonnet of their hostess’s car and she stood between his parted legs. He waited. He did not want her to know that he was burning with desire, just in case it did not work out right. He had to guard his reputation. He was used to this game.

She reached up and grabbed behind his neck and pulled his face towards hers. Without any hesitation, she stuck her tongue in his mouth as her hands moved feverishly about his head and back. For a fleeting moment he was surprised by her apparent experience but he quickly focused his energies on caressing her smooth skin. With his hormones in control, he pushed his hands up her short top and started to massage her firm breasts. She started to pull away her mouth from his, muttering, “No, no,” while at the same time trying to kiss his neck and chest. Still he continued. She slapped his hands away, but he held on to her wrists and locked her waist with his feet.

“You came to me, remember?” he reminded her and then there was silence. He kissed her tenderly but her passion had vanished. He started to unzip her jeans.
“No!” she screamed, as she pushed him violently against the windscreen.

She started for the door but, almost immediately, his arms wrapped around hers like a cloak. He lifted her back across the floor as her feet kicked wildly in a hundred different directions, knocking over a can and a table with some tools in the process. He shoved her down on the bonnet and tried to peel off her pants. But she tugged at his left ear with the earring causing him to cry out.

“Bitch!” The shock of the slap paralyzed her.

“Get off me,” she protested as he tried to press his mouth on hers. “Get off!”

She fought with all her strength but was pinned to the bonnet by one hundred and seventy pounds, mostly muscle, and her feet were locked between his.

“Is everything all right in here?” A male voice boomed in the doorway. Startled, the attacker released his grip.

“Yeah, sure,” Matt said as he turned his head away from the intruder, like a child caught in mischief. Sasha pushed him aside and darted to the door.

“Hold her!” Matt yelled, but the intruder saw the charging bull and chose to step aside.

Before rejoining the other revelers inside, Sasha stopped outside the door to zip up her pants, wipe her face and to comb her hair with her fingers. Those on the porch were either too drunk or too high to notice that she was trembling.

Natasha greeted her as she stepped into the room. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Sasha pulled her friend away from the other girls with their alcohol-induced perkiness. “Nats, we have to go.”

“Are you kidding? We just….”
“Now, Nats,” she insisted.
“What’s gotten into you? You’re shaking.”
“I was almost raped just now.”
“Oh my God!”
“Now, can we just go?”

As they drove off, Sasha could see his silhouette on the far end of the porch. She glared at him hoping that he could see the hatred in her face. She vowed to make Matt pay. He was not going to get away with what he had done to her.