Violet Pt2

With Violet's new foster home came a new high school. She was used to ending up in a different place every few years, so the unfamiliarity of walking into a new school was felt ironically familiar. She'd put in two more years here, and then she'd be free. Free of school, free of foster care. Her eighteenth birthday was a milestone so bright in her mind she couldn't see past it. The school was red brick and blue painted metal, with scarce windows. She had already been given a tour and a class schedule. As she walked down the main hall, her thoughts mocked the cheery colored clothes of all the kids all around her. To Violet they were dressed like circus dolls in some kind of child fantasy. She was wearing a black halter top, mesh leggings, and a black skirt. The darkness punctuated only by silver metal accents. Black made her feel invincible. Her first class was entirely new yet familiar. Entering, she could feel the entire class trying to stare without looking. She made her way to the very back of the room, where it would be even more obvious if someone looked her direction.

The day played out as she had expected. Circus doll clothed children scurrying from class to class around her. At lunch she found an empty table and took bite after flavorless bite. She could see the obvious divisions among the students in the lunchroom. Bubbly girls fawning over their mindless jock boyfriends. Geeky kids reveling in their gadgets and geekdom. A group of outcast students seemed to be watching her, and she was indifferent when one approached her. He was not entirely bad to look at, a bit lanky, with straight sandy blond hair. He was wearing a cheap t-shirt and jeans, thankfully both black and only slightly soiled by the colors of some kind of graphic. "I can see you're new here. I'm Joshua, my friends call me JD." His hand was held out in a greeting gesture, and while she acknowledged him standing there, he withdrew it when he realized she had no intention of extending her own.

"I'm Violet. Is the lunch food always this tantalizing." He took the que and sat down across from her at the still empty table, laughing at the suggestion that school lunch could be anything but tasteless. "You look familiar. Are you in one of my classes?" She took another bite of bread and washed it down with a drink of chocolate milk.

"Actually, a couple. Social studies and science. Is that your schedule?" He turned the piece of paper around towards him. "Ohh and physed." He tried not to show the hint of excitement that he had yet another class with her. The moment she had walked into his first class his eyes were on her. Other people saw a recluse burying femaninity under garish black clothes and hair dye. To him she was severe and stunning. She was tallish, maybe about 5'8", and thin, but not weak. Even just watching her walk in and out of class he could see a strength and fluidity that drew him in. Her hips were narrow and flat, causing him to wonder if modern garment science was behind the slightly larger curves filling out her halter top. A couple of his friends approached and took over the rest of the table, quickly diverting their conversation. Violet didn't say much, introducing herself and retaining her detached indifference. She did notice JD seemed to direct more than his fair share of attention to her. Before she continued to the rest of her day, he asked to meet her after school. After a moment of consideration, she agreed a ride home would keep her from boarding that atrocious yellow bus.

And so it had continued for several weeks. JD didn't hide his interest in her, and while he seemed too much of a puppy dog, she preferred traveling to and from school in his car to the school bus of rowdy kids. That first time he pulled up his late model chevy sedan at the foster care house, Violet had curtly explained being an orphan. She was thankful he hadn't said anything of it since. In fact, despite talking alot he hadn't really said much. This evening he was especially bold. "Would you like to meet up later?"

She eyed him silently while contemplating. Perhaps this would work into her evening plans. "You know what... June and I are headed to the mall, and we could use a ride. Can you wait here and then give us a quick lift?" This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but he was receptive to any opening.

As they pulled into the mall drive, Violet made it clear JD was simply their Taxi, "you can drop us over there." He wanted to object, as he had hoped to spend time around Violet, not just chauffeur her from place to place. However, he felt silly protesting in front of June, and he didn't relish the idea of hanging with two girls as they shopped. As he rounded the drive and pulled to a stop, the two girls hopped from his car and rounded it towards the mall with merely a wave of thanks. Perhaps there would be an opportunity after they were done shopping if he offered a ride home. He opened the door, intending to shout to get her attention, but it was unnecessary. Violet continued around the car towards him until she reached the open cardoor, blocking him in the driver's seat. "I really appreciate you dropping us JD." She leaned in and lowered her voice, "I've been wanting to get June out of that foster house for weeks. A little trouble is just what she needs."

"I'm glad." The way she was leaned towards him, he couldn't stop his eyes from peeking down the front of her shirt momentarily, catching shadowed glimpses of her black lace bra and the shape of her breast. He wished he and Violet were the ones stirring up a little trouble. "Do you two need to be driven home later?"

She quickly nodded her head. "No. We can manage. I'm very resourceful." JD was beginning to feel like a resource, and a wave of frustration perked up some angered impatience. He had left this night free to spend time with Violet, and he merely wasted it driving her to the mall. He pulled the door closed to be on his way, when she gently rapped her fingers on the glass. She was biting her lip in an unusually appealing way. This girl was torturing him. He rolled the window down.

She was silent for a moment, almost distracted. When she spoke, her speech was drawn out, like she was dazed. "JD .. you seem to have ... could you," she stood motionless, her hand wrapped around the window opening and squeezed. The euphoria was starting, she could feel the hard steel wrenching against her fingers. A small part of her wanted to scream and pull them free and another part of her sat calm, savoring the sensation. It was a much bigger part of her. JD noted that if she was trying to tease him just to toy with him, it was working. "My fingers ... in the door." It took him a moment to register what she meant. A moment later he could see her other hand was stuck in the car doro jam. He raced for the handle to open it.

"Violet! Are you okay? I'm so sorry. How stupid of me." He hadn't slammed the door or anything, she must have just been resting her hand in the wrong place when he closed it. As soon as her hand was free she pushed the door closed on him. The euphoria of the pain filling her head, she wondered why she was headed shopping at all, rather than dragging JD to some kind of make-out point. He was actually quite cute. She leaned into the open window, reaching around his neck with her throbbing hand as she kissed him, hard. She felt her bruised fingertips wince at the pressure and pulled harder at his neck to draw it out. JD was in the moment, enjoying their tongues tangling with a fervor that bordered on violent. A moment later she pulled away, licking her lips. As she backed away from the car she waved. He had no idea what had just happened, yet any wisp of regret he had about driving them to the mall was washed away by her unexpected kiss. She turned, and he sat there watching the two of them walk away. Somehow Violet looked sexier than ever.

His entire next day at school he was pre-occupied remembering the kiss. Violet didn't seem to be acting any differently to him. By the time their routine ride had arrived at her home, he was beginning to wonder if their kiss had even happened. Still, he wanted to connect with her more than ever. Before he knew what was happening the sappiest unoriginal junk was coming out of his mouth. "Violet, I really like you. Would you like to ... date?" It didn't take her entirely off guard. She was actually expecting it much earlier in the day.

"I like you too JD, and our kiss was surprisingly pleasant." She knew now was the time to set some ground rules. 'You should know though, I don't have boyfriends, and I'm noones girlfriend." She faced him seriously in the seat. "If you're willing to consider a mutual exchange, we can be more than just friends." Violet didn't talk like any girl he'd ever known, not that he'd been close to many. He sat patiently, waiting for her to continue. "Some men arn't up for it." She started at him with a challenging look as if to say, do you think you are? He tried to respond by reaching to pull her towards him, but she resisted. "You'll have a better chance of getting in my pants slamming my hands in the car door." She looked around for an implement. Fortunately his car was older, old enough to be made back when people actually smoked. She pushed in the electric cigarette lighter. A few seconds later it popped and she retrieved it. She offered it up to him and he took it with a puzzled look, then she held out her finger. "This is what I want. Go ahead, hurt me." She closed her eyes. Violet was one strange girl. It was part of what drew him to her, but it didn't make her any more strange. At first his mind resisted doing what she asked. She was sitting calmly, her finger outstretched waiting for him to sear the end of it with the cigarette lighter.

He thought back to their kiss, prompted by her fingers slammed in the car door. He recalled the look on her face as she stood with her fingers caught, she hadn't screamed or winced. She had enjoyed it. The image in his head, he had no doubt what she wanted. He gave in, pressing the lighter to her skin with a gut wrenching searing sound and a faint smell of char. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed as she pushed into the lighter, renewing the sizzling sound for a few moments before it died off. When her eyes opened, her pupils were dialiated wide. She slinked towards him and they wrapped each other in a passionate kiss. Tumblers in his mind were still processing her reaction. He'd heard of masochists before, but he wouldn't really have believed it the same way if he hadn't seen the look on her face. His hands were still wrapped around her as their kiss ended. Somehow knowing this deviant secret about her made him feel special and closer to her than weeks of talking everyday after school. Girls were still a mystery to him. Was she really this simple? He tested his theory by feebly attempting to dig his fingers into her back. "I'm pleased you've got the right idea," she smiled in appreciation and leaned away from his grip, "but that just tickles. We'll need to work on your technique. Pick me up at dusk and let's go somewhere private." She freed herself from the car, and casually waved over her shoulder as she walked up towards her home.

As he parked the car he knew he had the perfect spot picked out. It was a hill on the outskirts overlooking the lights of the town. Before picking her back up he'd done his research, and he had a bag with a few supplies in the back seat. He reached back, pulling out a candle and matches. She sat impressed with his planning as he lit a string of 5 candles and set them in an orderly line across his dashboard. "I like a man who's prepared." As she snuggled up towards him, he took her hand, facing her palm down. He reached for a candle and poured the hot wax onto her skin. She tried to play along but with his seriousness she just couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, 'does anyone actually consider this painful? you'll have to stop reading those toy masochism blogs.' She grabs hold of his wrist, righting the candle, and placed her opposite hand into the flame. He can immediately see the look of pleasure in her face. "This, on the other hand, is divine." Her hand moved every so slightly through the heat. "As much as I love fire, it's also so impersonal." She gestured for him to set the candle aside and tucked up closer to him. She traced her fingers around his lips before slipping one into his mouth. She grinned, showing her teeth in a biting motion. He took her hint, biting down onto her finger. Soft at first, but the look of boredom on her face encouraged him so he clenched. "Yes, harder." As he pressed his teeth into her skin, he could feel the flesh and muscles. With her encouragement he bit harder. She finally reacted, bracing herself, flipping her hair forward and in front of her face. It was beginning, she could feel a tingle of pleasure shooting down her arm. "More," she was breathing heavily now as she savored the sensation. She began to whimper, and he felt her muscles tense up before she looked back up into his eyes. Her face was full of hunger, full of sensuality. He was drawn to her, and kissed her hard.

By the time their kiss parted she was ready to up the ante. "Are you ready to get more personal? Hit me," she presented and pointed to her cheek, "right there." He started at her unmoving. Pain was one thing, but hitting her in the face? "Don't stop now, you're doing so well. Hit me." Really? His expression made his doubts clear. "Don't worry. I'll enjoy it, which means you'll enjoy it. Here, I'll give you some incentive. " Her fingers held the top button of her shirt. "For every good smack I'll undo a button. You do want to get me naked don't you?" He nodded, and carefuly, gingerly slapped across her face. "I don't want a love pat, I want pain. I'll give you one button, but the next one has to be harder." Her fingers slipped a button free and held the next. He slapped her again, "not hard enough." This time he wound up and held his hand firm, he felt the sting in his fingers as they connected. Her face hardly budged. "Now you're getting it." She was smiling as she unfastened the second button. Seeing her pleased reaction made it easier than it aught to. He wound up and smacked her again, and again; finally hitting hard enough to slightly toss her head. He sat patiently while she made a show of releasing the next two buttons. He could see the edge of a black bra as her fingers dragged at the free fabric. "More." He wound up and brought his hand to her face as hard as he dared. She let out a whimpering gasp of pleasure, encouraging him even further. He didn't wait, he reared up on his knees and let his hand fly, her head and hair tossing violently as she gasped. He was getting so turned on by her reactions, he wanted more, he wound up again and this time his palm and weight smacked into her face, tossing her slightly off balance, almost toppling her. Concern grounded him and washed across his face as he wondered if he'd gone too far. If he had any doubts, they were removed a moment later when she started back at him with incredible intensity, "that, was perfect." She seemed even more confident than before.

In the flicker of the candlelight, her hands continued honoring her end of the bargain, releasing the remaining buttons and tossing her shirt into the back seat. Clad only in her black lace bra, she looked stunning kneeling back on the passenger seat. Even in the dim light he could see her breasts pushing defiantly at the fabric. To him it appeared she wore an undersize bra for sex appeal. The reality, however, was that her growth had already begun. When they had arrived, she was glad to be in his car, where it wouldn't be as apparent. Right now, her mind was elsewhere. She had a taste and she wanted, she need more. She slipped over onto his lap, and again they kissed. His hands groped at her skin and her breasts and she allowed it. After all, he deserved it for pleasuring her so nicely. She pullled at him, rubbing herself against him. She wanted him in a frenzy, begging for her. She reached one hand down to grope at his erection while whispering in his ear, "In a minute I'm going to take you in my mouth. I'm going to release all that pressure building up. But first you need to close your fist, and hit me like you've never hit anyone before." She slipped away, sitting again in the passenger seat. She looked impossibly sexy. His groping had shifted one of her bra-cups, exposing a bare nipple and breast. She made no attempt to cover-up, looking at him intently. "Do it. Finish me JD." His pants were throbbing for her, and he knew what she wanted. He shifted his position in the seat, almost leaning back against the steering wheel. He felt the fingers of his right hand clench together. She watched it intently, waiting in anticipation. Given the confines of the car, he did his best to wind-up and throw his closed fist at her. He felt the deep regret of a huge mistake as her jaw twisted against the blow of his fist. What was he thinking? Her hair lofted as her head spun to the side. His mind reeling for a moment thinking, what have I done? Then he heard her moan of pleasure. Once, then again. The wave of pleasure washed over her. Her head slowly turned back towards him, her face was impossibly unscathed. He felt like he shrank right there in his seat as her impossibly sexy glare showed an intent to devour him. "That was very nice JD." She peeled her bra off, flipping it towards the back seat before shifting towards him.

Again they kissed. She pressed herself up against him, and encouraged his hands to explore her body. The euphoria was slowly drifting away from her, replaced by calm arousal. She liked the feeling of his hands on her skin. She stopped him as he tried to slip a hand under her skirt. She already had her treat for the night, and it was his turn. She removed herself from his embrace and unbuttoned his pants. Admiring and stroking him at first, and then lowering her lips down around him. She played for a while, tasting and teasing. His hands were on her back, urging her for more. When she decided it was time, she shifted her motions, thrusting firmly, dragging her tongue against him. It was only a couple minutes before he tensed and then spasamed into her mouth.

[kiss, biting]

[coffee shop]

[movie night]