• It was an early Saturday afternoon and Kaithy was at home, calling that boy. Her mom was at work as usual and her little brother was in his room, playing on his XBox. She knew she wasn't supposed to go out with this boy, but her mother never said anything about talking to him. His name was Kevin.

    Kevin: Your mom is a b***h.

    Kaithy: Yeah, well she is my mom.

    Kevin: When am I going to see you?

    Kaithy: I don't know.

    Kevin: You should come to my house since my parents are out of town.

    Kaithy: I don't know. My mom might come back before me. 'Sides, I'm already grounded for trying to come to the party at your house.

    Kevin: Hmm, where do you live?

    Kaithy: eek You're serious?!

    Kevin: Well, I have to see you.

    Kaithy: (licks lips) I'll tell you then.

    She tells him the required information of her habitation. Soon, she hung up as her little brother, Sam, comes down. He glared at her, knowing somethinng was up. He grinned and crossed his arms.

    "What're you up to," he asked.

    "Nothing, you little brat," she denied.

    "Look, just because Mom is at work doesn't mean that you can start walking around like you own the place," he rolled his eyes.

    She messed up his muddy brown hair and frowned. She always hated it whenever he got in her business. It was either she can be easily read or he just knew her a little too much.

    "Look, my friend is coming over," she lied. "We're going to be studying for our Biology exam."

    "I thought you just took it."

    "It's never too early to prepare for another."

    "It's that boy."

    "No."

    "Give me $10 and I won't tell Mom. If she comes, I'll stall her."

    "Deal."

    "Ahem."

    "Ugh..."

    She reached in her butt pocket and took out a crispy $5 to give him and promised to give him the other half. For an eight-year old, he sure knew how to handle his business.

    So, he went to his room and she rushed to her room to dress up for Kevin. She knew he was the type that loved metal, rock, and blood & gore. So, she smudged her favorite midnight blue eyeliner around her eyes. She put on a spaghetti-strapped black tee and wore a black miniskirt with a skull-bones belt. She wore her heel boots and wore her long, dark brown hair out. She applied MaryKay Crimson lipstick on her lips and Satin Lips to smooth it out.

    She was told over and over by her mother that she wasn't old enough to put on make-up unless necessary. She just shrugged and smiled. She had never looked more gothic. (No offense to the goths.)

    She walked down the stairs and to the family room to wait for Kevin. She waited for thirty minutes for his arrival. Finally, she heard the doorbell ring. She looked through the peekhole and saw that it was him. She happily opened the door but disguised her feelings with a depressing facial expression.

    "Hey...Kevin."

    "Hmm, you didn't sound like this on the phone."

    She stared at his dark outfit and his silver rings. She noticed that he had pierced his nose and gotten a heart tattoo on the side of his neck. He licked his lips when he looked at Kaithy, up and down.

    "So, what do you want to do," she said in a monotone.

    "I don't know," he sighed. "Maybe smoke, drink, have sex."

    "Sex?"

    "What's wrong," he smirked. "You never had sex?"

    It was silent between them until her abrupt laughter broke the silent barrier.

    "Let's go to my room."

    "Okay, whatever."

    She bit her lip and slowly led him up the stairs. She didn't notice that her miniskirt was giving Kevin some view underneath and he was enjoying it. It felt like a long walk to her room because she started to have a bad feeling about this.

    Flachback

    "Don't ever come near this boy again," her mother shouted.

    "You don't know him," Kaithy shouted back. "You're always--"

    "I know boys like him! They always want one thing and sweetie, it isn't love!"

    "You're such a b***h! I HATE YOU!"

    "YOU DON"T MEANT THAT!"

    "Yes, I do! When I'm 18, I'll do whatever I want and be with whomever I want."

    "As long as you're under my roof, you live by my rules and my demands!"

    End of Flashback

    They walked in her room as she softly sat on her bed with him. Before she spoke, he roughly kissed her. Whoa, this is so unexpected, she thought.

    "S-Stop!"

    He paused and licked the crimson lipstick on his lips.

    "Um, let's do something else," she suggested. "I--"

    "You invited me to just talk?"

    "Um..."

    "Man, this is a waste of time. You're so boring. I thought you were different and unique, but I guess I was wrong."

    "I'm fun and cool."

    "Prove it."

    She hesistated to kiss him but she did it anyway. This was her first time and she wasn't very bad at it. But still, it felt very good. So this is what kissing feels like. It made her warm and desiring for more. She felt him sliding his hand somewhere it shouldn't go. She gasped and held his hand.

    She let go as his hands roamed her body. He slid his hands from her waist up to her chest. She pulled away and blushed.

    "Aww, what's wrong," he teased. "It's not sensitive much, right?"

    "Um...I think I hear my mother."

    "I didn't hear anyone."

    "You know what? I am boring and I don't think I can be much satisfying to you."

    "No. You started this and now I finish this."

    "I just think...please...stop..."

    He laid his body on top of her and softly kissed down from her lips to her collarbone. Her mind refused but her body stayed. He removed her shirt and ripped her miniskirt off. He was so aggressive. She didn't know whether to be scared or just get this over with. Her eyes were lost and spinning around the room. Her body felt so hot as his tongue brushed her tongue. His hands unhooked her bra and came down to her panties.

    Suddenly, the door swung open. It was the mother and she was shocked.

    To Be Continued...