The Variations - Jones M (most romantic novels TXT) 📗

oversensitive by that point, he did not relent with his tongue and teeth.

Kate held on as he ground his hips against hers. She raised her head high, and what she saw made her shudder.

She saw the mirror reflecting what she and Chris were doing. They were both sweaty by then, and she was finding it hard to have her legs around his waist. Chris back muscles tensed and relaxed with every thrust he gave her. Her eyes wandered lower, seeing the muscles of his fine ass move as he fucked her.

Her legs tightened around Chris' waist, making him groan and shake. Her mouth opened when she felt her heel touch his ass.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, surprised by her body's reaction to him.

"Me too," Chris said, pressing her firmly against him. Her nipples rubbed on his hard chest again, and his hips brushed against her clit with each hard, quickened thrust.

Some seconds later, Kate's climax hit. She squeezed her cunt walls hard around Chris' cock, and they both cried out each other's names as they released. Bright light disturbed her vision as she tensed in Chris' hold.

Her pussy walls clamped hard around Chris' twitching dick as her juices flooded down her cunt. At the same time, Chris' dick throbbed erratically before his cum exploded inside her. It jerked with each jet it released, coating her insides and making her feel warm inside. It made Kate have a mini-climax that left her shuddering.

"Kate," Chris whispered, the word having a lot of meaning as he kissed her softly on the lips.

Kate fluttered her eyes closed, letting her head fall onto Chris' shoulder as he placed small kisses on her cheeks. He panted along with her, holding her to him for a couple of minutes.

"That was amazing," she told him in a breathy voice. He gave her a small smile before kissing her again on the lips.

Afterward, they lay on the bed in exhaustion. Kate moved close to Chris, allowing him to cuddle her as sleep took over their forms. 

 

Chapter 53

That cloudy Monday caught Emma and Kate in the library. Classes were done for the day, and the two had gone there to catch up with their lives.

"So he's less of an ass nowadays?" Kate chuckled.

"He told me he actually did it on purpose. Can you believe it?"

"No," Marie shook her head. "I never pictured Alex to be quite the immature person."

"I did," Emma stated, causing the two of them to laugh.

"SSH!" the librarian on the floor motioned with his finger.

"Sorry," Kate mouthed before turning to face her friend. "Why didn't we just go upstairs? We'll get a lot of privacy there."

"That place is a no-go for me. I usually feel off being in there, especially when it's dark. At one point, the shadows had me thinking someone was following me."

Marie grimaced for her friend.

"So anyway, how are things between you and Chris?" Emma asked her.

"Good, I think," Kate replied.

"You think?"

"Wait. What am I saying? They're actually very good!"

The librarian shushed them again.

"Maybe it will be better if we move to the back," Kate advised. Emma nodded, and so they gathered their books and headed away from the librarian's view. They occupied a table that was behind a large shelf of books that hid them away from everyone else in the building.

"Kate, I'm so glad you're my friend," Emma started.

"What? We're friends?" Kate pretended to be shocked, earning an unamused look in reply.

"Seriously. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here."

"What makes you say that?" Marie questioned, furrowing her eyebrows in query.

"Well, you know how I act at times."

"Do I?" Kate wondered.

"If you hadn't come to see me," Emma ignored her reply, "I would have had the idea that you, Alex and Chris hated me. I would have thought that I was the only one to blame for what happened in high school."

"Emma, we did hate you, but we mostly hated ourselves for it. We couldn't blame you for something that was our fault in the first place."

"I know," she sighed, looking down at the table. "But it doesn't feel like I'm over it. A part of me worries that this thing between us will end."

Kate blinked at her friend before saying, "What? That's ridiculous."

"It's not," she sighed. "Kate, there is something I want to tell you."

"Emma, you're starting to scare me," Marie stated as she stared at her.

"I'd rather you find this out from me rather than anyone else. Or the Internet. But please, don't..." Emma trailed off. "I've actually realized I can't tell you how to react to what I have to say."

"Emma, what is it?" Marie cut straight to the point.

Emma's lips quivered before she said, "I had a tough upbringing. You would think that as an only child, things could have been better for me. But they weren't."

"Okay..." Kate trailed off. She wondered why it was a big deal.

"My parents and I were not financially stable. We couldn't afford to stay in one area because we would almost always fail to pay the rent, and that led to confrontations with the landlords that had us constantly moving every couple of months. Every friendship I had formed ended abruptly."

Emma sighed again.

"It wasn't a huge problem for me. Sure, I remember crying when I was forced to leave my friends, but then I would get over it quickly. It was easy to get used to it."

Marie was confused with the way Emma was explaining things.

"But fortunately for us, we stopped moving. We began making roots in a town called Bournemouth. It was small yet peaceful at that time. It looked beautiful without the many buildings we would see in a city, and I thought things would be okay from that point. I thought I could grow up in a place without having to worry about leaving so suddenly."

Emma shifted in her seat before continuing, "There was this kid who lived a couple of blocks from my place. His name was Nathan. He was an adorable blonde, and we became friends. He also had another friend called Vanessa. We seemed to hit it off quickly, especially when we realized we learned in the same middle school."

"Emma--"

"It matters, Kate. Keep listening," she said, cutting her off. Marie just nodded.

"So anyway, we were friends for a while. Then came a time when Vanessa and I got into a fight when we were playing in Nathan's backyard. I don't remember exactly what it was about... Could have been about dolls or something."

Emma gulped before saying, "I didn't realize I would lose her on that day."

Tears had started forming in her eyes.

"In one moment, we were screaming at each other, and in the next, I pushed her to the ground. I jumped on her, hands on her throat and squeezing as tight as I could while she struggled to kick me off of her."

Kate gasped in disbelief as she felt imminent dread at that moment. She could not believe what she was hearing. Of all the things that had been running through her mind, what Emma was telling her seemed farfetched.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed in shock.

"I know," Emma said, silently crying as she talked. "But she managed to kick me off of her. I went to attack her again, but then I saw her shaking on the ground."

Kate felt frozen, hearing Emma's story.

"She kept clutching at her throat. I did not realize it then that she was dying right in front of me and Nathan."

"Fuck," Kate silently exclaimed, feeling tears block her vision over the story she was hearing. She turned her head away, finding it hard to look at Emma.

"It was horrible, Kate. I felt horrible. I mean, I killed someone. And not just that. I killed an innocent kid!"

Kate felt suddenly sick to her stomach, wanting to leave the area.

"No!" Emma said, grabbing her wrist. "That's not all."

"What? Emma, how...?" she asked, wondering what to say as she sat back in her seat. A moment passed where she stared at Emma as she tried to pull herself together with all the tears she was crying.

"Okay," she said after a couple of minutes, wiping the tears off her face. "Things after that incident... Well, they became worse. I thought I would go to jail, but because I was a minor, I was just given a punishment. People called me the murderer in the town. I was avoided like the plague, and they warned me off their children. Even my parents could not face me."

'You killed a kid. How did you expect anyone to look at you?' Marie thought, but she bit back her tongue.

"Some months passed, and things changed for the worst. The people in the town started looking down at my family. They started blaming them for what I did, saying they raised me into a monster. My parents lost the jobs they held around that time, and they blamed me for it. They called me words that a child should never hear. But I couldn't yell back at them. I mean, I had killed someone. I believed I deserved it."

Emma shuddered with a sigh.

"Things at school were not that great either. The kids started bullying me, calling me names and even using physical means at some points. And the one who led all that was Nathan. He hated me so much for killing his friend, and I couldn't even fault him. I mean, I also hated myself for what I did."

Kate was surprised that she was feeling bad for Emma. She could hear the sadness and regret in the words she spoke. But how was she to act after she had confessed all she had to say?

"It went on until high school. The bullying seemed to reach a pitch where people mistreated me every day. It also did not help that the townsfolk were looking down at me. I was starting to have enough of it, but I could not tell the teachers. They would just turn a blind eye to everything that happened to me."

Emma hugged herself before continuing, "Nathan did awful things to me in my freshman and sophomore years. He beat me, telling me each time that I deserved it until it got drilled in my head. His rage seemed to have turned into something that ruled his body, and I never failed to see him express it every single day."

"What the fuck, Emma?" Kate found herself exclaiming in shock. "Did you go to the police?"

Emma looked at Kate before her lips turned into a smile. Then she laughed.

Laughed.

"Of course I did," she said, her laughter ceasing. "But no one did anything. I was the known murderer in the town. Also, Nathan's parents were rich. They could help him get away with anything."

Kate was at a loss for words.

"But it reached a point when I had had enough. Nathan had done something so awful to me that pushed me too far."

Emma took a deep breath before saying, "He raped me."

Kate's eyes widened at the revelation.

"Right in front of a couple of jocks in the school."

"What the fuck?" Marie yelled as Emma's form quivered with the memory. It was then that she remembered she was still in the library. "Did you tell--"

"I couldn't!" Emma cut her off with a hopeless expression. "Nothing ever went right for me. If I told the police, they would have