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The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Caroline Saunders was a vision, standing on the edge of the grass. She was donned in what her mother would entitle to be her Sunday best, as within the Saunders' household, every day was a day to worship their beloved, almighty savior Jesus Christ. A soft, fitted white sundress fell below her knees, the washed cotton flowing around her effortlessly. Her ensemble complete with a pair of equally pure, ivory sandals.

She was currently clutching onto her collection of library books, the sunshine dropping down onto her strawberry blonde locks, and glazing over her perfect posture. It was a wonder, why someone of her stature and belief, would be with a boy like Flynn. Sometimes, Caroline wondered that, too. There was something about him that made her feel warm inside, and quite happy. He was a gentle soul, and when he wanted to be, quite funny, too. They had been friends for a while, despite the obvious differences that would, and should, naturally keep them apart. She believed in not judging a person, simply for the way they presented themselves.

Their actions, was what would characterize the type of person they were. And Flynn, he was nothing but golden to her.

Turning her brown eyes towards the one she knew to be Spud, a slender brow quirked up in morbid curiosity. He was a very strange, crude one...and despite witnessing his antics time and time again, she would never understand him. Caroline was well aware that Flynn's friends didn't approve of her, and while she could only hope that one day...maybe they could let up on the infinite teasing, the young girl of seventeen seriously doubted that they had the hearts to do such a thing. A lot of people didn't enjoy her company, or mere existence, simply because of the religion she followed. It wasn't easy, living a clean life of virtue and celibacy.

The words they called her, the horrible, taunting insults...the way they looked towards her, and whispered beneath their breath. It was torture.

But, God gave her the strength to move through it all, and continue on down the right path - listening, to only his words.

Nervously fidgeting where she stood, as Flynn walked to her, Caroline couldn't help but let a bright, wide smile curl up onto her plump, pink lips. "Hi," she greeted in her usual mousy, quiet tone. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I," she asked, wanting to make sure that she didn't manage to wedge herself between her boyfriend and his friends, even further. By the way they reacted to her, it seemed she would always be ruining a bonding moment between the three. Flynn always reminded her that she did nothing wrong, and while his terms of comforting were more than accepted, she was always a bit doubtful of herself.

Looking completely out of place, standing next to each other, it was something out of a movie. He was the vision of a misfit in black, grungy articles...while she, was a complete angel, unscathed and innocent. Caroline never minded what he wore, or what he did, because she knew who he truly was, despite everything everyone told her. He was going to be bad for her, and ruin her reputation. It wasn't going to work...he was merely trying to corrupt the seemingly incorruptible. He would take until he got, then he would leave her high and dry. One of the many reasons, why she was so hesitant to get physically close to him.

They had only held hands so far...and if she had any say-so in the matter, it would stay that way.
 
Even if most girls would find his compliment to be merely simple, in terms of admiration, Caroline thought the exact opposite. It always flustered her, quite visibly, whenever he voiced out his opinion on her appearance. He could say just about anything, and if it was relatively kind, it would have her cheeks flaring up into the highest shades of crimson. Truth be told, Caroline wasn't used to words of friendliness, at all. Especially in her perfect days of attendance at school, she was only badgered left and right. They never saw her for who she truly was, and what she was capable of. Cutting her down, when she was already at a faltering, pitiful height, it quickly forced her opinion of herself, to crumble. It was difficult, trying to get herself up every morning, to endure another day of what was nearly endless bullying. However, she did it...

Because of God, the one being who gave her the inner strength, to overcome it all. Little did they all know, though, that Flynn was giving her just as much strength, too.

The entire time they walked, those tender brown hues were casted down towards their hands, tightly wound about one another. It made her heart swell like an inflated balloon. Her stomach fluttered with the wings of a thousand butterflies, and her breath left her near instantaneously. He was...so beautiful, inside and out. She loved every bit about him. From those scuffed up Converse, to his obscure band t-shirts, crude piercings and messy hair. There was something about his effortless charm, that had reeled her in. Like a moth to flame, Caroline had migrated towards him without a single thought to the repercussions.

Settled down upon the bench, she let her books drop to her side, in a pile assorted from the largest, up to the smallest. On top was a simple paper bag, crumpled to absolute hell. She opened it, her slender legs pushing together tightly, whilst she began to listen to her boyfriend go on in an offset tangent, on how people treated her. It was admirable, how much it bothered him, even if it wasn't him, being humiliated. "Well," she began softly, pulling out two perfectly wrapped sandwiches from the bag. "They only treat me the way they do, because they don't understand me. They're...close-minded, and perhaps a bit scared, too. I don't really mind it, all that much..." Holding out one of the sandwiches to him, she smiled, "People like that, those are the types I wouldn't want to get to know, anyway. Let them say what they want, Flynn...it won't change me."

"I made you one too. I don't like it when you go without food...makes me feel uncomfortable," Caroline admitted, quickly turning her attention to her own lunch, as she began unwrapping the wax paper taped about it carefully. Nimble fingers worked at it with utmost care, as if she were unwrapping a present on Christmas, trying to savor the sensation of surprise. Underneath, was a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, on wheat bread. What she ate, every day. Taking a bite just as he mentioned her parents, she tensed up, eyes widening and quickly moving over to watch him. "Mmn? Uhm..." She swallowed down her food, oblivious of the strawberry jam stuck to the corner of her perfect mouth. "You can...you can meet them at my game if you'd like. They usually don't watch me very long, though...they tend to leave before halftime..."
 
He had kissed her. On the mouth.

On her mouth. Had something been on her mouth? Caroline couldn't stop staring at him, those bright, seemingly endless brown eyes of hers wide and gazing towards him like a deer caught in the headlights. She seemed quite flustered, having been caught off guard. It was one thing, to have had his hand cup her face like that...and stare at her, but, the fact that he had taken it upon himself, to lean in and kiss her...? The poor thing was practically a mess right about now. She was confused. She had...well, she hadn't wanted him to stop, the more she thought of it. His lips were soft, and even if her mouth was still wonderfully occupied with a mixture of bread, peanut butter and jelly...she wouldn't really mind trying to taste him, too. Was this wrong, though? Desiring more than just holding hands? Caroline knew better than to let him go any further...

It wasn't a sin to kiss someone she was committed to. Their relationship was based off of pure intentions, and, having the utmost confidence in her own judgement, and his nature...Caroline swallowed down the remnants of her sandwich, and soon enough, placed her lunch off to the side. He was merely done with his, while she had only managed to make the tiniest of dents in hers. She was a slow eater...

"This might sound a bit...stupid," she began, turning her small body towards him, so she faced him completely. Her hands, trembling just slightly, reached up to tuck back a strand of curled strawberry blonde hair, whilst her vision was downcast, confidence beginning to fade. "Was...was that a real kiss," Caroline inquired, brows lifting, just as her eyes did. "I...if you want to really kiss me, you...y-you can..." Oh dear, what was she getting herself into? This wasn't like her, however, Flynn seemed to bring out the best of her, even if the best, didn't quite seem it at first. The more...intimate side of a relationship could be dealt with respect and patience.
 
Just having him in such a close proximity, was enough to make her lashes flutter in a brief bout of distress. Caroline was trying her damnedest, to keep her breathing somewhat even. It was a loss cause, her chest heaving almost instantly, the moment he began whispering against her mouth. His words had her smiling, knowing that he meant every last syllable which dripped off of his tongue. Flynn was such a sweet boy, and quite the talker, when he wanted to be. He had the little strawberry blond practically eating out of the palm of his hand, hanging off of the seconds ticking by. What would it feel like? Would it last as long as she thought it would...? Or, would it be thoroughly ruined by her accidentally biting him, or clumsily working her lips against his own? Gods, if she was a bad kisser...she didn't know what she'd do! More than likely run away, of course.

She was soon enough given her answer.

He kissed her, forcing the young girl to gasp out the instant their mouths were latched onto each other. Gazing towards him, uncertain, it was only when she felt her body naturally react to the strange sensation currently coursing through her, did she close her eyes, and lean into the tangling of tongues. Nervously, she allowed her slickened muscle to come out to play, brushing against his bottom lip...and soon enough, nudging at his teeth. He tasted just like peanut butter, and something else. That something else, making her want more. Having not noticed her white knuckled grip upon her dress, Caroline tensed ever so slightly, when she felt a large, rough hand brush up against her lower thigh. Kissing always led to wandering fingers...while wandering fingers led to a wandering mouth, losing clothes...and soon enough, sex. Something she tried not to think about.

Eyes closed tight, chest rising and falling steadily, Caroline let her boyfriend's digits touch wherever they pleased, for the moment. It felt...well, it felt good. Her nerves were tingling, her body was growing warm, and there was an insistent throb starting up betwixt her creamy thighs. She had felt such before, when she thought of Flynn touching her...something she was ashamed of, even if she had merely dreamed of it.
 
Everything was so...intense. Her mind was beginning to blur around the edges, and her flesh, goodness...she felt so flushed. Almost unbearably so, to the point she wanted nothing more than to merely strip herself of her confining dress, and lay out with a breeze brushing across her bared form. Was this how every kiss felt? Caroline didn't know. She knew absolutely nothing when it came to this sort of thing...and, it certainly showed. She barely moved an inch, as her mouth continued to move tentatively against his own, trying her best, not to nick his lips with her teeth, or awkwardly stick her tongue within the recesses of his mouth.

Considering, Flynn hadn't laughed at her, or pulled away, disgusted...maybe she was doing something right.

That only lasted for so long, however. Soon enough, he did pull away from her. Leaving her there, her eyes still closed, and lips adorably puckered. There was a prominent blush creeping against her cheeks, and over the bridge of her nose. She was absolutely smitten, and it took her a moment or two, to realize that his face was no longer near her own. Hesitantly, did she let her lashes part...one hue opening, and then, the other. Gazing towards him, and coming to terms with the fact that her chest was heaving at a million miles per hour, she could barely contain herself. What in the world, had just happened to her? It felt almost...otherworldly...the pleasure that had coursed through her, as if it were tangible matter itself. Her parents would have her head, if they knew she had just swapped spit with her rebel of a boyfriend.

"I..." He wanted to wait? But for what?

Confused, she looked down, and briefly recalled that he had brushed out the wrinkles of her dress. His hand...it had been... "Oh...oh no..." Caroline jerked back, sending her books clattering to the ground. "I, I'm so sorry...I...I shouldn't have let you..." Gosh! She was acting like a whore! Embarrassed, and worried of the condition of her novels, she immediately got to her knees, trying to gather them up as quickly as possible.

The smallest of them was beneath the bench, and whilst reaching to get it, she managed to bump her head quite viciously, against the stone ledge. "Nngh.." Groaning, she fell back onto her plump rear, grasping at her forehead gingerly, and trying to rub away the obvious discomfort. She was such a klutz in the most inconvenient of times, and before she looked up towards Flynn, utterly ashamed at the fact that she hadn't stopped him, but rather, he had stopped her. What sort of girl was she? The only one who deserved her love was God, and while she knew she would never purposely place herself within the hands of Satan...the hands of Flynn were far more tempting, than they should be. A huff, and she shook her head, feeling as small as a spec of dust. "I'm sorry...I didn't realize what I was doing, I...I should have known better..." Her voice, was barley a squeak.
 
Her books were still on the ground, but that didn't matter right now. The only thing she really cared about, was the fact that Flynn had helped her off the ground, and was now comforting her as best he could. The young girl happily accepted his kind gesture, and let her body, as confused as it currently felt, lean into him heavily. A long, exasperated sigh could be heard, and she allowed her eyes to close. This was all so overwhelming, and though she knew...all she had done was kiss him, she couldn't help but feel considerably dirty. Perhaps it was caused by the fact that the act of carnality had felt...dare she say it...normal?

It had been wonderful, as if Flynn had awoken a side of her, that she didn't know to exist.

His words made her happy, but it did nothing to ease the toiling tribulation currently plaguing her system. Finally after a moment of thought, she tipped her head up, their noses brushing. Her forehead was now marred with a small red bump, her bangs having parted in her haste, to reveal the flaw. "It...it's not bad, I suppose. We're...we're in a relationship, and..." Erm, this was very difficult to explain, given, she had never been in this situation before. Trying to make a good enough excuse, to allow herself the joy of freely kissing her boyfriend? It seemed silly, but it was what Caroline was doing. It was the only way...

"I don't feel guilty for kissing you, Flynn," she finally admitted, lips pursing and brows furrowing in a bout of determination. "I feel bad because...well...I don't know if I would have stopped you, to be honest. I...no one has ever made me feel that way, and when you touch me...it...it feels so nice, like it's suppose to happen, y'know? As if...you were meant to be the one to show me all those things. I shouldn't want that, though...I should just say no to it. The temptation, that's what's so sinful...I need to...I need to be strong, but, gosh..." She huffed, shaking her head, "I don't want to be strong against kissing you. I want to kiss you. I enjoyed it."
 
Maybe it was for the better, that her answer was as simple as another kiss. It certainly shut Caroline right up. In fact, so much so, she would happily vouch to be forever mute, if it meant that her mouth would be given the utmost pleasure, of having Flynn's attached to it. It was enlightening, feeling his soft, full lips move across her like fluttering wings. Tenderly, their tastes once more began to meld into a tangy melody, before his teeth paid tribute to the plump petal ripe for the taking. She was pretty sure by this point, that she wanted to kiss only one person for the rest of her life. Flynn was special, that was obvious. He was her best friend...and while he did some very strange, uncomfortable things to her body, Caroline was more than eager for him to continue on his quest of corruption. Perhaps it wasn't corruption, but rather, the mere joining of knowledge and body.

Her world was suddenly tilted back, and before she knew it, she found herself laying flat against the bench. A soft, mere whimper of brief worry was heard, a sign that she hadn't quite expected him to be so bold. However, he once more managed to ease her fretful heart. With the workings of his wicked, addictive mouth traversing down the expanse of her bare neck, to the delicate protrusion of her collarbones...he had her squirming beneath him, a sight that many thought would never come true. Caroline Saunders, practically pinned beneath a boy, and willingly allowing for him to speckle her virginal flesh with kisses? Absurd!

"Stop teasing me," she retorted in a pout, unable to help but feel so utterly vulnerable. It was strange, a bubbling mess of warmth and prickles, beginning to spread throughout her lower half. Having him hovering above her, unable to move...as if she would want to anyway, Caroline was happily experiencing something that she had never imagined. Oh, Flynn...why did he have to make her so...mmm?!

Not before long, she was thrown for another loop. Squealing out her distress, her sensitive sides were assaulted with his badgering hands, forcing her to arch and wriggle about helplessly. Strung up like a guitar string, she could barely fend him off, those loud, joyous giggles escaping her flawlessly, whilst she swatted weakly at him, trying to rid herself of his devious attack. "Flynn! S-stop, Flynnn...n-no! Not there!" Caroline tossed her head back and filled the air with an abundance of adorable sounds, her legs working, kicking and eventually forcing her sundress to slide ever so inconspicuously up her flawless thighs. There, the vision of her small, purely white panties was revealed, showcasing the tender frame hidden beneath the layers of cotton. Unaware, she looked up to him, a smile so vivid plastered upon her flushed, cringing face. "This...t-this isn't fair...!"
 
She could barely keep her breathing at a steady pace, the utter exuberance of being helplessly attacked by tickles, certainly getting the best of her. It was only when their eyes locked, and silence slowly began to creep up, did she realize what was about to happen. Flynn had that look...the look that told Caroline that he was waiting for a reaction, hesitantly, trying to gauge her for something particular. Before the strawberry blonde girl could actually tune in to what her boyfriend had in mind, it was far too late. Suddenly, his fingers were crawling up her inner thigh, and in turn forcing her body to tense up. Oh, no...he wasn't going to...

He was.

Caroline gasped out, the barely there caress against her womanhood forcing an uproar of alien sensations to take over. Almost immediately, heat began to swell inside of her lower body, pinpointing right where Flynn was currently stroking. It took quite a bit of inner strength for her to not faint right then and there upon the stone bench, the sheer idea of having his hand tucked up between her legs, having been something that often than not, got the better of her. A shaky exhale, and soon enough her lips were absorbed in another kiss, forcing her to endure the treatment he was currently blessing her with. It felt...so good. Almost too good, to the point, her eyes were already rolling into the back of her head, and her hips, began to unconsciously arch upwards. An attempt to sought out more of the friction, she was a bundle of frazzled nerves, every little brush of those digits urging her towards another sweet sound of distress. Thankful for him distracting her, she reached then, tangling her hands within his dark locks, a grip tight and unmoving...desperate to have stability.

Upon that sunny, brilliant Tuesday afternoon...books still scattered across the pavement, whilst a lone peanut butter and jelly sandwich had fallen to its dismay, lost forever to the gluttonous ants below. Caroline Saunders was experiencing her first true bout of pleasure. It showed in the way she withered beneath him, chest rising and falling quicker...and those toes curled so much that...one sandal managed to slip off of a delicate foot.

(Ugh, I love it! Saving it forever!)
 
Caroline didn't understand why her body was acting on its own tangent. As if purely possessed by some unseen force, she allowed him to dip his hand beneath the sacred, thin cotton of her panties. He breached a barrier that no one had ever dared to venture to, throughout her entire seventeen years of existence. It had the poor dear an utter mess, to know exactly what he was doing, and to realize, that she wasn't going to stop him. She simply laid there, stricken with defiant shock. Barely able to remember the technique of simple inhalation and exhalation, Caroline grew lightheaded...overwhelmed, with the way the calloused tips of his fingers continued to ease against her moist, preciously pink inner flesh. Her wetness had grown tenfold, and was quite eager to make itself present. Giving his expert appendage the right amount of lube, to aid him in his delicious expedition of her most precious asset. It was terrifying, on many levels, to know that he was touching her in the place she had vowed to keep celibate, until marriage. There was no proposal...or ceremony...

No, there was only a cute, shy girl with long curls...currently sprawled out upon a bench beneath her boyfriend. Her white sundress wrinkled and fixed into a mess around her slender waist. All the while that rapscallion with wild ebony locks, metal fastenings in his ear and crude, loving eyes...kept making her fill the air with her soft, angelic sounds of pleasure. It was something out of a novel. The lone, helpless being of ethereal innocence slowly being corrupted by the devious, intricate hand of a fiendish demon. Lower and lower she was pulled, forced to endure the most wondrous activity she had ever known to exist.

"Flynn..." She called out, her voice akin to the pitiful squeak of a mouse. Caroline had long since opened her eyes, gazing up towards the crawling clouds above. Puffs of complete white, plastered against a canvas of flawless baby blue. It was beautiful, and her body was currently feeling things that put such harmony to shame. He was making his way down her, traversing across the plains of curves and unscathed flesh. Untouched, it wasn't a surprise that she jerked and flinched beneath his near every caress. However, given a second to relish in his attention...she began to calm herself, merely posed in a state of curiosity. What was he going to do to her? A quick glance down towards her legs, and she gasped, finding her boyfriend to be hidden somewhere beneath the layer of her dress. Hands, having fallen to her side when Flynn pulled away from their insistent kissing, were now beginning to move again. Caroline needed something to hold on to, because from the way her blood was pulsing at rapid pace, swirling inside her susceptible system like a vortex, she was convinced that she'd merely melt away into nothing. It was so hot...and so stuffy, as if she were donned from head to toe and placed in a boiling sauna. Goddess, how did the sun become so bright, too? Blasted thing...

Lips and tongue began to affectionately eat her alive, forcing a loud, guttural moan to creep up her throat, and push rebelliously past her plump lips. "Ooohhhh...!" Caroline lost all thought within that very second. Her head tipped back, pale lashes fluttered against the tops of apple red cheeks, and she melted. Right then, right there. The bare, puffy lips of her sex did nothing to keep Flynn away from her sweet nectar, her potent taste akin to the very jam that they had feasted upon earlier. While she had taken much care of herself, groomed and moisturized, there was an adorable patch of strawberry blonde curls appointed just above her slit, showcasing the fact that she was a complete natural. Oh, how the other boys were going to be jealous, if they ever heard. Each flick of Flynn's tongue raged a fire in her loins, calling out a desperate ploy from her depths, a part of her that had laid dormant. "Ahh~ I...it's..." What was she trying to say? Caroline didn't know, and honestly, she didn't care, either. Perhaps she wanted to tell him how wonderful it felt, how she didn't want him to stop. How utterly embarrassed she was, sprawled among stone, a book neatly arching her spine. In the sheer eyes of nature itself, out in the open...with nothing to keep her hidden, but the occasional closing of her eyelids.

Hissing between gritted, perfect teeth, she reveled in the way his sodden muscle touched her everywhere. All the way down to that puckered, forbidden entrance. He had her going wild. A tight, lean body writhing and undulating beneath him, until she was taken so desperately, that once more, she grasped upon the back of his head. Thrusting her chest heavenwards, and crying out, Caroline parted herself more...practically begging him, to give her what she had been needing for so long. Was she truly beautiful down there? A mixture of creamy pastels, sweet aroma and the finest silk. It was paradise beneath that confining sundress.
 
This was what heaven was like...wasn't it? To have the adorable head of your boyfriend tucked up between your thighs, lapping happily at your slit, making you arch up, cry out and feel something so otherworldly, the sheer act of breathing, was far too much to do. Caroline hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath, until her lungs began to burn, and she sucked in some much needed oxygen. He was forcing the young girl to go through some very intense, embarrassing, and utterly confusing sensations. She was worried...on how she tasted, sounded...what she looked like, if she was everything he had hoped her to be, and more.

Goodness, all she wanted was for Flynn to enjoy this as much as she was. It seemed a little silly, considering, she was already such a giving...selfless girl.

A quivering exclaim of inconsistent, unrecognizable words, and she found herself quickly falling into a very dark, intense void. What was happening to her? Why were her muscles tightening up so much? Her flesh...it was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Was something wrong? It was as if someone was pinning her down right where she lay, unable to do anything else, but merely voice out her mounting frustration and enjoyment. Everything he touched, from that intact hymen, to her puckered hole...which only had her jerking against him nervously, was simply on fire. Caroline couldn't decipher between reality and fantasy, the sunlight a sheer blur at the edges of her vision. Nothing else mattered, and she could have sworn she heard something just then. What...what was that? Lashes fluttered, and she tried to focus her attention towards the lazily rolling clouds above, a bit frightened, at how useless she felt. This wasn't normal...was it? Flynn had to be magical, or, perhaps her body was far more deprived than she had initially thought it to be.

Just then, as she was reeled to her small world of virtue and belief, she experienced it. Everything flashed white, the buzzing of the bell faded away, and she exclaimed. A beautiful, joyous sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Caroline screamed, arching off of the bench, whilst her tiny frame shuddered violently, and her sweet nectar flowed generously. It hit her unexpectedly, the force akin to a freight train. Over and over again, it rolled through her, coating her every nerve, and enticing the previously virginal sweetheart into a world she knew nothing about. Flynn had done it. He gave Caroline Saunders, the perfect image of sanctity, her first orgasm.
 
Even as she walked...everything was still so...confusing. What in the world had just happened? Caroline could barely come to terms with the fact that she had just let Flynn do something of that extent, to her. Of all places...on that hard, rough, stone bench behind the band room? It seemed so horrible, and while it wasn't what she had initially dreamed of, the pleasure that he had given her, surpassed all of those negative points. She was torn, wondering if she should be ashamed of herself...or even somewhat peeved. Her boyfriend wasn't the most elegant when it came to words, at the most desperate of times. The last thing she had needed to hear, was how...hot it had been. Oh, it was very hot, but she seriously doubted he was referring to the temperature. The only thing she wanted to hear, was how much of a fool she hadn't acted.

She had had no control over her body. The sounds that had flowed from her, were unstoppable, the way she had squirmed about...it was sheer instinct. It wasn't her. At all.

Her knees were wobbly, her cheeks still violently flushed, and all she wanted to do was curl up beneath the woven blankets on her bed, and take a nap. Caroline was utterly exhausted. Both physically, and emotionally. There was a war raging through her, and the last thing she needed to deal with, was Elizabeth and Chad. She slowly lifted her eyes up when her name was spoken, a brief recollection of heading towards class, finally dinging. Right. She wasn't going to be going home for another few hours, at the latest. Ugh, couldn't she just pretend to be sick? She had never left school early...for anything, but this...this was...

They knew. Somehow they knew, and it only made her want to cry. How utterly fucking horrific. Her first sexual experience was now going to be plastered all across the grounds of her high school. They were going to laugh at her, mock her...only enhance their crudeness and make her life even more of a living hell. Caroline simply stood there, stricken with disbelief, as she watched Flynn come to her rescue. Violence was never the answer, but somewhere deep down inside of her, she was happy to watch Chad get punched in the face. He deserved it, more than anyone else she knew. It wasn't fair for people like him, degenerates, to get off scott-free.

But soon enough, they had her beloved in a compromising position, and now, he was the one getting beaten. Her eyes widened in terror, and without a single thought to her own safety, she leaped over her forgotten books, and closed the distance between herself and the four tousling boys. The jeers from the crowd were deafening, but did nothing to halt her from throwing herself upon Flynn, the force of such catching them all off-guard. Their holds upon him faltered just enough, to allow the natural force of her timid frame, to send them both to the ground. Collapsed on top of him, strawberry blonde locks hanging around their faces, shielding them from the onlookers, Caroline gazed down towards Flynn. He'd feel it then, a salty...cold droplet fall from her cheek, and onto his own. She was crying, the light weeping suddenly surfacing, without warning.

Everything was going terribly wrong...and she couldn't help but feel as if this was her punishment, for letting herself indulge in an act that was forbidden. She should have known, it would have never been accepted freely beneath the watchful gaze of her God. Frustrated by the croaking of their peers, she tipped her head up, screaming out towards them in a furry that could only come from a woman scorned. "All of you, get the fuck away from us," she hissed, forcing those nearby, to stumble back. Like a lamb roaring with the courage of a lion, Caroline glared towards them all, plump lips parted, and perfect pearly whites clenched in distraught.
 
She wanted to take him home. To settle him down on her bed, put ice on his sore face, kiss away his bruises and sing him a lullaby. It was a thought that saved her from the onslaught of jeering, her face perpetually shoved up against Flynn's chest, eyes closed tight, whilst she shuddered in discomfort. They had hurt him. On her own behalf. It made her sick to her stomach, and while her tiny hands fisted into his t-shirt, refusing to let go, she could only hope that she hadn't added onto the weight of his pain, with practically tackling him to the ground. Caroline had acted on a whim, and while she could have gotten hurt herself, it would've been worth it.

Like a ray of sunshine parting gray clouds, Coach Bowman's voice thundered across the snickers of onlooking fiends. Words were exchanged, false claims, and immediately she turned her head, gazing over towards Chad and Elizabeth with unchecked fury. How dare they say such a thing... Caroline could barely stand even looking at them, her lips pursing in an attempt to calm her words. She would tell the truth.

"They started beating him," she said, those tears still very present upon her face, wetting the long lashes which continued to flutter. "They saw us walking together...and Chad, along with his two friends..." She pointed to each one of them, a slender digit punishing them with recognition. "Held Flynn down...and were beating him. I had to jump on him to save him from another punch," she admitted, feeling no regrets, and certainly no guilt. If it was up to her, they would all get what was coming to them. They deserved to be exposed for what they truly were. While she was a good kid, she was quickly becoming to realize that she would do just about anything, for those she cared about. Specifically, just Flynn at the moment. He was far more special to her than she had ever dared to realize. He made her happy...the happiest she had ever been in her young life.
 
She was going to pay a hard, and heavy price for what she had managed to do today. Her life, as far as she knew it, was going to change. For the better, and for the worse. Whatever did come her way, however, she would take it in stride. Throughout her entire existence, she had always been different. Cut out of the norm, and picked upon due to her religious background. Though she barely spoke a single word to anyone, they felt the need to feel threatened by her sheer presence. Perhaps it was the fact that she saw right through their false identities. Their countless lies, in hopes to impress those around them. None of them fooled her, and they all knew it. She was a force to not be reckoned with, standing her ground, even if she had done so quietly...and with the patience of a saint. Though exhausting, she managed.

With her mouth tingling after their kiss, she led him to the nurse's office, the kind woman of middle-age, with a pig-like nose and pudgy belly. She was as sweet as a gumdrop, always managing to say, and do what was necessary. The moment she saw the two pass the threshold into her sterilized haven of remedies, she immediately had Flynn lay down on the nearby cot, going off to fetch him some ice. Caroline was by his side, settled against him, her small hand clutching onto his much larger one. His cheek looked so swollen, so red and angry...it made her sniffle, trying to hold back the urge to renew her tears.

"Here you go, sunshine..." The nurse called out, handing over an ice-pack. Grateful, the young girl donned in pure white smiled towards the woman, before she gingerly placed the chilled block against her boyfriend's face. With a sigh, she leaned over him, pressing her lips to his forehead. "Are you okay," she asked in a whisper, hoping to God, that it didn't hurt as much as it looked like it would. She didn't want him in pain...
 
Her beloved Flynn had her giggling, the sweet sounds surely a welcomed change, compared to the previous abuse they had underwent. Smiling to him, her own cheeks red, but for a completely different reason, she pushed her fingers up against his hair, hoping to somehow soothe away the obvious discomfort that was plaguing him. "You'll be pretty, don't worry," she murmured back, returning the tease before her expression seemed to sober up, and she gave him a shrug. To be honest, she hadn't even thought about her parents...and truthfully, she didn't want to. Especially after what she had done. She didn't want them to find out...

Goodness, would she even be able to look them in the eye, after all of this? They had a hankering for finding things out.

Something inside of her had changed for the better today. She felt...different. Stronger, in a way. More confident, assured of herself...and of the feelings she had for Flynn. Their relationship had managed to undergo quite the distance in the matter of a few hours. It made the strawberry blonde happy, and scared, all at the same time. "I'll just tell them what happened...they'll believe it. They sort of...already think everyone in this school is a hoodlum," Caroline mused before she leaned in, and tenderly pressed her face against Flynn's bare neck. "I don't want to go to my game today," she whispered, obviously quite worried about what was going to happen.

"Elizabeth...she's going to kill me..." Oh, and she would.
 
"Your face was beat into hamburger paste, and yet you're not laying down like you were told to," she berated him, but that brief expression of frustration melted away soon enough; almost immediately. How could she stay mad at him, even if she truly wasn't mad at all? Flynn was adorable, and feeling his arms wrap about her, having him hold her tight to his body, it was the best feeling in the world. She almost near melted right then and there, against his form. No matter the risk she was taking, or the trouble she was going to soon find herself in, as long as Flynn could keep her trapped against him like this...she'd be fine. She just knew it.

A tender sigh was the reaction she gave him, silently hoping that it really would be okay. Caroline knew she was strong, as she always had been. She could overcome any obstacle in her path, as long as she had the love of God in her heart, she'd be unstoppable. Yet...she couldn't help but feel so utterly exhausted. Why couldn't she just be happy with Flynn? Why did people have to judge them, when they had no right...or no room at all, to do such a thing? It was sickening, realizing just how horrible those she didn't even know, truly were. They passed her off as a freak, took their aggression out physically upon the one she was genuinely beginning to have feelings for...and, all for what? Because they were different? Everyone was different. The world really was full of assholes. Selfish, greedy, spiteful and vindictive...idiotic assholes. Caroline hated it...

Brought back from her muddled thoughts, she blinked, feeling his hand oh so wonderfully give her rump a playful squeeze. It had her cheeks heating up, and she couldn't help but smile, even if his arms were no longer secured about her tiny posture. Tonight was going to be a living hell, but...if he wanted to see her cute butt parade around in those tight volleyball shorts, so be it. Her days here were nothing to write home about anyway, it had always been a hassle. She'd just have to trudge through it, and not let the terrorists win. "Easier said than done...but...I'll do it," she murmured gently, letting her gaze drop a bit. She had no other choice.

"And, while I do that...you, have to get some rest." She grabbed his wrist and tugged at him, forcing him to settle down against the cot once more. The ice-pack was gingerly placed against the side of his swollen, bruised face, and she gazed down to him, shaking her head. "What am I ever going to do with you, Flynn..." He was such a handful, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Because, honestly, she knew she was a handful too.
 
Oh no...she knew that look.

Caroline tensed up naturally, trying her best to prepare herself for whatever her boyfriend already had planned in that thieving, trickery filled brain of his. Deep down, even if she was a nervous mess, and didn't quite find any sort of confidence in herself, when it came to the more physical attributes of a relationship, she couldn't deny herself the fact that what he had done to her on that bench...had felt incredible. Flynn had made her body practically light up with arousal, something that had never been conjured within her. Something, that had been shunned from her...naturally, by the trustworthy words of her God. She needed to wait until marriage...but, that was only with penetration, correct? As long as her virginity was still intact, then, she would remain virtuous in his eyes, wouldn't she? Oh, Caroline...stop trying to find loopholes, it wasn't admirable.

That was a difficult path to follow, however, while Flynn eased her small hand over his upper thigh, and down, until her lithe digits came into contact with the thick, hardening tool beneath his jeans. She immediately gazed down towards the source of such...masculinity, her eyes widening. "I..." What did he want her to do? It was already enough for her to simply feel it, even if the denim barrier kept her from truly experiencing him to the fullest. Her heart was racing like a freight-train in her chest, whilst her blood began to boil, and her skin grew flushed. Any moment now, the nurse could walk in, and catch them. That was the last thing Caroline needed to happen...especially after all the trouble they had already managed to get themselves into. Flynn was certainly getting the better of her, and easing the pure, innocent girl with a firm hand, towards the dark side.

"It did," she answered curtly, trying not to shake too much, "But I...I...shouldn't...it's..."
 
She could barely decipher what his actions entailed, her own mind a bit muddled as she remained stationed at his side, unable to tear her eyes away from him. As he moved forward, she squirmed, bracing herself for impact. It came slowly, though, in an unexpected innocent manner. Merely resting his head against her bosom, she had relaxed, only to be utterly taken by his mouth suddenly capturing the small bud beneath her dress.

Gasping out sharply, her hand was then greeted with a very warm, hardened object. Caroline's lashes fluttered in confusion, and soon enough, as her attention turned back to him, she realized what he had done. His cock. Bare, and free. She was drawn to the vision of him forcing her hand to pump his length like a moth to flame, the way he throbbed so fervently, the heat radiating from his shaft at an unbelievable intensity. Never, had she ever imagined something so guttural and raw, to be...well, enjoyable. It curled inside of her gut, slowly letting the petals unfurl, as it became coaxed by her boyfriend's actions. That familiar tingle began to erupt between her inner thighs, making her flinch, and force her legs tightly together, out of fear that it'd only grow worse. It did, even with her pitiful attempt at thwarting such an assault.

"Flynn," she whispered softly, her chest rising quickly, only to fall just as fast. She was flushed now, her sweet cheeks red, and her little hand furiously pumping his shaft, even without his own guiding her. She was making him feel good, wasn't she? Spurned on, she shuffled about, getting upon her knees, and successfully straddling his knee in the process. What in the world was she doing? Really? Was Caroline Saunders, a child of God, actually jerking her boyfriend off in the nurse's office at school? He had the poor dear so utterly confused, tangled up in a mounting of sensations, and quite honorably more than frustrated with herself.

It showed in the way her slender brows furrowed, her cute face contorting into concentration, whilst her tender nose scrunched and she watched the motions of her hand carefully. She would have happily continued, but, his sudden point made her falter, rightly forward, into his own face. Their lips met, and she sighed, feeling her fingers unconsciously squeeze at his base, barely able to fit around him completely. Mumbling a few incoherent words against his mouth, she finally found herself, and spoke. "Why does this...why do I like this, Flynn," she asked him, beautiful eyes growing moist, her sweet voice so weak and frail. "I...I shouldn't be doing this..."
 
"Oh...my...God..." Caroline fell back onto the cot, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She looked utterly petrified. What the fuck had just transpired in front of her, in the matter of ten minutes? She could have sworn Flynn's penis had touched her mouth...while, he had a sister? Someone he rarely spoke of, it at all. Not to mention, the girl had taken quite a liking to Caroline's rump. It left the frazzled, confused and beyond shameful young girl a complete mess. She was currently trekking through the throes of guilt, knowing all too well, that today had served to be a life-changing opportunity. She was put off by the fact that Flynn managed to make her so weak, to forget all of those precious promises she had made to herself. Her morals? They went right out the door the moment he touched her. Even now, she wished he hadn't been forced to leave...

Stirring when she heard the door open, her head turned and she looked towards the nurse who merely smiled to her, having a knowledgeable twinkle in her eyes. Jesus H. Christ, did everyone manage to catch wind of what had happened to her? Sighing heavily, she pushed herself to stand after what felt like an eternity of wallowing in self pity, figuring it would be best if she made it to her pre-game warm-ups.

The locker room was buzzing, and she wanted to keel over the instant Elizabeth and her posse of mongrels caught sight of her. The wrath of this skank whore was like no other, and Caroline was all by her lonesome. Faltering in the doorway, she quickly took the long way around the lockers, finding her own which was safely tucked away in the far right-hand corner. They were watching her. She could practically feel their eyes burning into her very flesh, as she peeled off her sundress, letting it drop to a clump of cotton about her ankles. After the combination of her lock was successfully inputted, she tugged the small door open and fished out her uniform, the sweet smell of laundry softener filling her nose. She had a habit of washing it after every game, even if she was forced onto the bench. It gave her something to do, aside from listening to her parents.

That was right...her parents...

"Ugh," she groaned, dropping her head and letting it thump gently into the metal in front of her.

"Aw, what's got you down, buttercup? Did Flynn not fuck you hard enough?"

The venom which coated that question made her stop breathing, her head turning, to allow herself to peek over towards the entourage of gloating girls. With their big breasts, small waists and skintight shorts. She just watched them, praying that she'd be able to make it out of tonight's game alive. Brenda, the one known to be Elizabeth's minion, stepped up and closed the distance, thoroughly forcing Caroline to stumble into the wall behind her. "If you ever think about lying through those pretty teeth of yours again, and get our guys in trouble, I'll fucking kill you," the butch-looking girl seethed, jabbing a well-manicured finger into Caroline's chest.

What the hell was she going to do? She had never 'scrapped' with anyone. And, it was already a fact that Brenda could hit as hard as her boyfriend. Caroline just closed her mouth, feeling her skin grow hot and head become light. She was going to faint, wasn't she? Confrontation had never been a strong point of hers, and to be practically put on the spot, had her growing nauseous. She needed Flynn.
 
"So...how long have you and Flynn been together?"

The voice that reached out to her was an unexpected one. A bit gruff, but heavily coated with kindness. Caroline turned her head, having been too busy watching as Elizabeth barked at the girls behind her. Maryanne didn't fit into any clique, and more than not migrated between each on her own free will. She had never shown any hostility towards Caroline, and seemed rather infatuated by the quiet girl with strawberry blonde locks.

"Uh...I think a little over a month," she answered, pressing her legs tightly against each other, as she tried to grow used to the idea of people knowing they were together. Often than not, she felt as if Flynn was trying to hide what they had from leering eyes. Only until today, had she ever been given actual proof that he had an older sister. She couldn't help but be a bit bothered by it, but really...who in their right mind would actually be proud to have her as a girlfriend? She was awkward, didn't know how to have sex, and would prefer the company of her many books, over spending time with those her age. Caroline wasn't like everyone else, and as the day wore on, she really didn't know what Flynn saw in her. Maybe he was confused on what he wanted, she couldn't be certain. All it felt like, was her managing to rouse out even more trouble for him.

"You two make a cute couple," Maryanne said, smiling towards the girl. "It's funny...he's the complete opposite of you, but you two were practically made for each other. Are your parents happy with you dating?" Caroline gave a shrug, reaching up to nervously tug her ponytail tighter, as she caught the fiery glares of Elizabeth, and the other girls. "I'm not sure...they're meeting him for the first time today, actually. My dad's a bit suspicious," she answered, perking up as the coach called in someone. A pat to her knee, and the middle-aged woman gave Caroline the go. She quickly turned to Maryanne, giving the other a bright smile, "You look pretty with your hair back, Mary. You should wear it more often like that." The compliment had caught the other off-guard, but she was thankful nonetheless. Not many dared to look at Maryanne in such a gentle light.

It only took about three minutes before Caroline's shirt was completely soaked through, clinging to her lithe frame shamelessly. Her flesh was brightly flushed, and her hair was no longer pristine in a perfect up-do. Stubborn locks fell about her face, curls staying tightly pressed to the smooth curvature of her neck, as she watched the other team serve with just as much vigor as they could muster up. It was exhausting, especially when she had Elizabeth cat calling from her right. Really, did she ever shut her trap? Hesitating as they continued to switch over a spot each turn, she pinched the fabric of her jersey and worked a rush of air inside of it, her gaze turning over towards her parents and Flynn whenever she could afford it. He looked horribly uncomfortable, and knowing her father was probably giving him one of those mind-numbing speeches like he always did, she felt horrible. If this didn't break Flynn and have him running away from her with his tail between his legs, she didn't know what would. Maybe he really did enjoy her company, despite popular belief among everyone.

"Caroline! Watch out!"

It came all too soon. She turned her head, oblivious, and soon enough her vision was filled with something white, coming straight towards her face, at high speeds. Everything went black instantaneously, and she could feel the hard wooden floor meet her ass sharply. What in the world had happened? She laid there, feeling numbed to the sudden blow out before pain surged through her like a monsoon. It immediately pinpointed her nose, the tender asset having been thoroughly beaten by a spiked ball. She could hear a murmured brigade of words, screeching sneakers, and soon enough people were bent over her, trying to get her attention.

"Wh-what," she asked, shakily pushing herself up to sit. Her left hand rose, and with quivering digits, she brushed at her nose, hissing sharply when the pain reverberating through her features, heightened tenfold. Not only that, but Caroline took notice of a bright, thick red liquid now drooling down the front of her face, and onto her jersey. Blood stained her palm, and she quickly grew light headed, finding herself wanting to merely lay back down, and go to sleep. Everything hurt, and she could swear that Elizabeth was laughing at her, somewhere off in the distance. "Fuck," she muttered painfully, attempting to get to her feet.
 
How embarrassing.

Caroline let the doors to the locker room slam behind her, the echo of such filling up the empty space sprawling in front of her. Her head was aching, and she despised the sticky, humid feeling that encased her body at the moment. The only thing she wanted right now, was a numbing solution. She trudged her way over towards her locker, falling heavily upon the bench nearby, as her fingers made work of her tennis shoes.

She didn't want to go back out there, she was practically humiliated. Today had quickly spiraled down into a living hell, and while she knew her mother would be too busy flaunting about her artificial hair, and tits, whilst her father happily boasted the word of God to and fro, she was here...alone, bleeding like a faucet from her nose. A moment of anger rose up inside of her little body like a heated volcano, forcing her to wildly throw her shoes at the row of metal containers in front of her, screaming out her frustration. She hated high school, and she also hated the fact that God wasn't managing to show his almighty dealings today, and saving her from a spiked volleyball. What the fuck did she do, to deserve such an injury? It only served to rub salt in the wound, kicking an already injured body down. Caroline wasn't sure what she should do, but just...sit there, speechless.

It was only when she managed to get her socks off, and had her shorts halfway down her calves, did she suddenly hear someone. Frozen in place, and waiting, unable to truly believe if it was Flynn or not. She really didn't want him to see her like this. A bruised, bloody nose and watery eyes. She was also really sweaty and smelled, or at least, she thought she did. Caroline couldn't see any appeal in her current state of dress right now, but the moment she caught sight of him, that seemed to not matter so much. Her hands let go of her thin shorts, letting them fall about her ankles, before she sat up from her slouched posture, offering him a weak smile.

"Hey," she squeaked, reaching out to gingerly grab at the tissue paper he had brought for her. She lightly began to dab beneath her nose, knowing there was a whole mess awaiting her. "It's not your fault," Caroline murmured, gazing down towards her jersey. She would definitely need to clean it this time. "I should have been paying attention..." A sigh, and she stood then, tugging away the offending article that was now moist with not only her sweat, but her DNA. Tossing it down towards her shoes, socks and shorts, she stood in front of her locker, donned in nothing but her soft white underwear, and matching bra. She briefly remembered Elizabeth's accented lingerie, and she tensed up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in front of her boyfriend. Why'd she feel so empty? She didn't like this...not one bit, because she had never felt this way before.

Managing to glance over her shoulder towards Flynn, her pretty face still battered and sticky, she noticed then, that his eye was even darker...more swollen, and looked absolutely hideous. It had her heart fluttering, and with a smooth turn on her bare heels, she faced him, figuring that if he could handle seeing her at her worst, he deserved to at least see all of it. "Thank you for coming to watch me," she said, flinching a bit.
 
The initial tugging on her body forced her to squeak, as she suddenly felt the distance between them melt away with a simple motion. Soon enough, his head was nestled warmly in between her breasts, the affectionate way he held her, forcing the pain that currently plagued Caroline's face, to simmer down into nothing but an annoyance. If he listened close enough, he'd be able to hear the strong, steady beating of her heart, such only quickening as she reached up to tangle lithe digits in the messy strands which adorned his head. She held him there, not wanting to let him go. He was very special to her, and she hoped he knew it.

It seemed as if she were just as special, his rebellious admittance of loving her, forcing that pretty, stained face to twist. She gazed down to him in amazement, not truly knowing what she should do, or say. No one had ever confessed their love to her, and while this was probably the happiest moment of Caroline's life, the poor thing felt trapped in a certain millisecond. She could barely breathe, truly taken by Flynn. Even when he stuffed her dainty, sensitive nostrils with tissue paper, ultimately aiding her in a very comedic appearance, she was still speechless. Yet, her eyes were so unbelievably warm, looking to him as if he was the only thing she would ever want to see again. And, honestly, it was true. She felt as if her reason to live now, was to hold Flynn's hand, and brave their way through the treacherous plains of this world together.

Perched upon his left leg obediently, she let one of her arms wrap about his shoulders, allowing her to scoot closer, until she was comfortably settled into him. "My parents aren't cool," she murmured quietly, letting her eyes fall to a half-closed state, his words seeping into her flesh like tangible matter. The problem was, now that she was given a taste of what he could give to her, Caroline wanted it. Despite her beliefs, and her hardheaded want to say celibate, Flynn had successfully tainted her body through to the marrow of her bone. He had handed over that forbidden fruit, and with the lingering essence still upon her tongue, it wasn't a surprise that she was quickly growing to enjoy, the random acts of debauchery that he put her through. He respected her, and she respected him. He loved her...and... "I love you too," she suddenly roused, sitting up.

Those beautiful eyes of dark hazel gazing into his own, before her small palm carefully cupped at his injured cheek, letting the pad of her thumb tickle across the inflamed surface. "I accept your apology," she began, licking at those plump lips of hers, still red from her blood. "But...I have to be honest with you..." A deep breath, forcing that adorably pert chest of hers to rise up, the lace lining of her bra digging down into her cleavage. "I wouldn't mind doing that stuff either...I liked it a lot. So, if you're okay with it, and...I'm okay with it, then...we should do that stuff, right," she asked, looking so horribly cute. Caroline Saunders was a divine entity, even if she had managed to be broken and bruised, tainted with her own essence. Those still soiled panties clinging desperately to a tight bum. She had come to terms with the fact, that Flynn was what she wanted.
 
She wasn't sure how it had come to this. It just...sort of happened. Like an unseen force, which Caroline had willingly yielded to. It ended with her standing in front of her boyfriend, in the locker room of school, no less. Her bra, and tiny panties were somewhere off to the side, baring her completely to him. She had imagined her first time being naked in front of a boy, to be the exact opposite of this. Somewhere warm, private, and with romantic lighting. That seemed so ridiculous now, and even if she would be happy just about near anywhere, as long as Flynn was with her, Caroline couldn't help but be on edge.

If she knew her life, she'd know this moment of perfection would be ruined.

His hands felt gritty and frigid against her, something she was quickly beginning to enjoy. Just by looking towards her, studying her curves...and those gentle indents, he had roused a bout of arousal in her young loins. Her wetness was apparent, if one slipped a curious finger betwixt puffy folds, and her nipples...they were beautifully flushed in hardness. Caroline felt beautiful within that moment, as he stepped closer to her, her own eyes having been busy drinking the image of him in. He was so handsome, in her opinion. From his lanky exterior, those wiry muscles and cute bellybutton. Her Flynn was perfect...absolutely, flawless.

The moment came close, as their lips brushed, and when she had assumed that perhaps she'd be blessed with this coming of age experience, it shattered. The doors slammed open, and the chattering voices of her volleyball team filled up the room. Her heart dropped, and she gasped in horror, immediately pushing Flynn back into the lockers. She suddenly didn't want anyone to see him, as if he were a precious scroll, one that could only be read by her eyes only. She scrambled to toss him his jeans, and before she could even try and wrangle up her own clothing, she saw them. Elizabeth, standing victoriously in front of her posse.

Flinching, Caroline backed right up against Flynn, sending her plump ass directly into his crotch, something that was horribly out of place right now.

"Wow...didn't expect to see this," Brenda crooned, giggling as Elizabeth took her time in taking in the scene. The quivering, shy, and horribly embarrassed girl wanted to drop dead, then and there. She couldn't take much more of this, today having only mounted to an insurmountable height of bullshit. "What a whore," Elizabeth finally mused, holding her hand out, and silently awaiting for her cellphone to be presented. The devious little block of technology was placed upon her palm, and with a quick flick of the wrist, was soon pointed directly towards the couple. "I'm sure everyone will just love to see what our good little religious girl looks like naked, hm? What? Did God tell you to let Flynn fuck you, Caroline? Because if he did, he must hate your fucking guts," Elizabeth seethed, snapping away happily, while Caroline was trapped, a deer caught in the headlights.

Her nose hurt. She was cold, and all she had wanted was to finally let the boy whom she loved, dearly, know just how much that love was. Tears quickly bubbled up to the surface, as girl upon girl, watched and began laughing. Their cruel, heartless bodies exclaiming their gratitude for her open display of pain. Brenda was clapping, Elizabeth continued to take as many photos as she possibly could, while the others began whispering.
 
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