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Cruel Intentions: Part 3 (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA))


III

“Oh, Tina!” the new boy shouted in ecstasy from Tina’s convertible that sat in the woods away from the school. They had been there for hours and it was now dark.

“”I want you to rip my skirt,” Tina pulled the new boy’s head from between her legs.

“Rip your skirt?” the new boy was surprised, yet turned on.

“Now flip me over, pull my hair, grab my neck, make me scream,” Tina eased the stick shift between her legs. Without questioning her, the new boy followed her commands, “Stick it in,” the new boy did. “Harder, harder, harder,” Tina demanded as the boy thrusted and thrusted until he couldn’t hold back any longer and he came.

“I love you, Tina!”

Tina pushed the new boy off of her and then said, “That’s all you got, little boy. It takes real man to fuck me.” She kicked out of the car and drove off leaving him in darkness.

He sat on the ground in a daze. What had been hours seemed now like minutes, and he was alone in the dark.

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“Did you hear? The new boy raped Tina!” the girls whispered at their table in the cafeteria.

“I heard he pulled her hair and choked her.”

“I hear she got more pleasure from the stick shift in her convertible than his dick.”

The new boy walked into the cafeteria to stares. He could see everyone whispering and concentrated on the lips of the student body. He could just make out what the lips of one girl said as she pointed to him.

“He raped Tina.”

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