Friends are a threshold to our fluctuating lives, beneficial in a range of varieties that an absentminded person would be oblivious of. Lauren Jauregui. We were best friends since the starting point of our lives, so close that she was solely the only person to persuade me into committing the wildest things amongst ourselves but I remained having my morality in mind. My stature or reputation in my town was the 'untouchable' as I displayed myself as being innocent, nonetheless resembling the mediocre standards of girls.

Contradicting the circumstances of normality, I was never "deflowered" or as others may simplify it as losing their virginity. My Christian ways made it so as though I was perceived in high standards, an exemplary figure that parents would only dream for their daughters to grow up as. My virgin eyes, lips, and body was tempting to hormonal teens but I wouldn't deceive my limits and fall to the devilish, sensual needs that most tended to possess. But how could I know or imagine that a woman would cause my distortion in life?
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There was no space in between the two individuals whose lips were molded against one another, releasing incoherent words in the process of the make out session. The blonde haired girl's eyes glanced up, meeting my own curious ones as she merely winked towards me, my cheeks heating up at the gaze. Dinah Jane, the infamous partygoer in town. She was surely a sin as her behaviors were horrendous and the look in her eyes confirmed my suspicions. I dispelled the thoughts clustering my mind and secured the strap of my bag on my shoulder as I removed myself from intruding the two lustful students.

I arrived shortly to class as I rested my bag on the floor next to my chair, congregating the materials required for the subject. I awaited for my peers to feel up the vacant seats and educator to make their presence known in the solitude of the classroom as I basked in the tranquility of the air. The aura had a drastic change as the atmosphere turned hectic, gossiping and boisterous children flooding into the room. I observed everyone of them until Dinah entered, she suppressed a devilish smirk towards me as my eyes got lost in the brown pools of her eyes.

The Polynesian was beautiful and her body brought foreign and sinful, unholy thoughts to my attention. Of course I shouldn't be thinking in this nature, especially of a woman, as being gay is an out most sin that many seem to abide by but this new found attraction is exhilarating.

"Mani?" A light snap of fingers caused the outlandish thoughts to fade into the abyss of my mind.

I turned my attention to the source as I witnessed a inquisitive emerald eyed girl.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You mean who is she thinking about." A simper was etched on the smaller Cuban's lips as she retreated to her wonted seat in front of my own.

Contrary to Lauren, Camila was more so reserved and studious, hating to have any form of attention gravitated towards her presence. Her family were close family friends of mine causing my parents to be more fond of the respectable younger girl as she attended the church services with us and aided in watching over my siblings.

"W-what? I don't know what you two are talking about?" My voice cracked, a clear indication that I wasn't telling the truth. My skills for lying were terrible as I never had any usage of the matter, my mother flourished me into an honest human being who belittled the skill.

"Don't forget Mani, I know when your lying. So, who's the lucky guy?" Lauren consistently urged for me to spill on the person but I simply dragged in the lie, hoping that she'd get the hint and dismiss the topic.
But knowing the raven haired girl, she would never back down from acquiring what she wanted.

"Leave the poor girl alone Laur, now what are you wearing to formal?" Camila was my hero without an adorning cape. Her capability of shutting the older latina up would forever be a mystery to me and I should look into questioning her about that on our own private terms.

I smiled at the gossiping girl dual as I reverted my gaze back up to the board as a pair of irises bore on me.
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I despised myself for being naive and concurring to go along with Lauren to a place that was out of my element. Surely my parents would already plan out my own funeral if they discovered where I really was right now and not in Lauren's room, sitting on the floor eating pizza and binging on 'Stranger Things'.

Theoretically, the theme of the club that night was glow in the dark as the partiers withheld light up objects that ranged from wands to necklaces. The remnant smell of drugs and liquor festered in the air as the substances intoxicated my lungs. The Cuban was no where to be found as she abandoned me in the sea of sweaty, drug induced bodies.

I was unsuccessful as I analyzed the surrounding area and had no hope of finding my mischief of a friend. I wandered out the side door of the boisterous place, seeking the refreshing breeze form the wind. My back in contact with the brick wall, eyes closed as I was in encased in relaxation which was abruptly disturbed by the unwelcoming smell of smoke.

"What's the saint of the town doing at a unholy vicinity like this?" The familiarity of the voice rung signals spiraling throughout a circuit in my mind as I dared to face the newcomer.

The Polynesian girl faced me with her infamous alluring smile plastered onto her face as she slowly approached me.

"I'm here with a friend." My sentence was barely audible as it felt as if I didn't obtain the ability to breathe.

"I don't see anyone accompanying you."

She strides closer to frame and I subconsciously pulled down my dress in attempt to not shed any skin but it was pointless as the attire was to the a little over the knee since it was merely my church dress.

The blonde's lustful eyes raked down my body, making me bashful in my simplistic outfit compared to her sheer black top and ripped jeans, finalized with black boots.

"Has anyone told you that you were beautiful?" The question took me off guard as she came closer, leaving me breathless as her hand skimmed down the skin of my arm. "That your innocence was worth claiming?"

Dinah's lips lightly glided from my ear to my jawline, resulting in my suppressing a foreign sound from my mouth. My body shook in a frantic way, the new seductive atmosphere was strangely, enticing. The younger woman's lips did wonders to me as it met the purity of my lips; moving tantalizing against my own. My theories of what would conclude for someone to wind up in this predicament was ceased to be answered until now as I realized what I had missed.

"Please, Stop." My voice cracked as she continued to work her mouth against my neck, biting and sucking the flesh.

Her fiery brown orbs interlocked with my own. "Your mouth is telling me one thing but your body is showcasing a tomb of want and desire, someone that it's been yearning for and I'm it's key to freedom."

Her words vibrated against my throat as her breath tickled my skin, resulting to more frequency in the touches.

"You will always be a good girl. But right now, I want you to be daddy's bad girl."

The finality of her statement reached as her lips smashed against mines. M arms subconsciously slung loosely around her shoulders as her tongue intruded my wet cavern. I was unaware of the actions I was reciprocating to as she hoisted me up, bring me to the unknown. We reentered the club as she brought me to a private room; a small bed situated in the center of the area.

My back made contact with the warm comforter as the Polynesian hovered above me. Her hands worked tenaciously when discarding my clothing and I timidly hid my body, the intimate state was more than a normal formality to me.

"Don't hide away the body that was crafted for me." She removed my hands from my body as I hesitantly granted her the access of doing so.

A smirk etched onto her lips as she placed kisses down my throat, trailing to the valley between my breast, stopping at the area. Her mouth latched around my nipple, sucking and lightly biting on the sensitive area while kneading the other one. My back arched in anticipation as arousal coursed throughout my veins; captivating my being onto her own. She removed her mouth from my breast as she created dark markings down my stomach, hickeys, are what they're widely known as.

Dinah hurriedly discarded the remainder of her clothing onto the floor as I witnessed her massive swelling. How was that going to fit inside of me? The blonde girl chuckled at my anxiety as she set three fingers onto my lips and I took this as the notion to suck on them; coating the long fingers with my saliva, swirling my tongue around them. She pulled them out, creating a loud pop from my lips. Her fingers trailed my core and I moaned at the erotic feeling, dispelling the thoughts of how my parents would react if they gained insight about where and what was doing.

Her coated fingers slid inside of me and I winced as she curled them, slowly pumping them in and out. I arched my back at her touches as she moved her lips back to my own, whispering simplistic words like, 'beautiful' and 'unholy', into my innocent mind, embedding her tone of voice into my mind. I whined once I was met with the chill of the air when she pulled out but was soon granted the warmth of her cock that was shielded by a condom.

She thrusted in and out do me at a vigorous rate, forgetting the detail of me never having this experience before and I felt my insides crack at the action. Every thrust suppressed unholy sounds to generate from the both of us and I grasped onto the satin sheets, praying that it would help me contain my composure and balance. Dinah had her head swung back as her eyes remained closed, mouth agape; her hands clasped onto my boobs.

"I'm going to-" My voice croaked as the statement was barely inaudible and I was filled up by her seed as I spilt out, joined the ecstasy.

The Polynesian pulled out of me as she rolled over, adjusting the blanket on both of us. I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I seek a way to regulate my breathing, the oxygen in my lungs felt rather low. My eyelids began to droop low and I didn't care if the younger girl wouldn't be there when I had awoken, my mind and soul was at bliss and I knew that this predicament would cost me a great deal of trouble.
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New book bitches! This idea came into my mind a while back and I finally wrote it! I hope you guys will enjoy this story and possibly series depending on how I feel and keep reading!-Rena