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Bad Girls Need Love Too

OverEasy · 2008-04-12T03:58:17Z

Rated for insinuated sex. Bad Girls Need Love Too Chapter 4 Present Day. I woke up feeling warm, a strong arm wrapped around my naked stomach. I quickly moved to hide my form from the blazing eyes of Chase. Knowing full well that he was awake and as always, he was watching over me. Just as soon as I had covered myself with the blanket he had pulled it off of me, exposing my body to his view. “No reason to hide, it’s just me.” He promised me with a whisper. It wasn’t as if my nakedness was anything new to his eyes, we had made love just the night before, but simply laying here in his arms I felt exposed. I brought my arm up to shield my nude breasts from his gaze. He simply wouldn’t have me covering myself though. He grasped my hand lightly in his and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss. I gave him a small smile and he pulled me to him and kissed me softly on the mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his body respond quickly. “Make love to me.” I told him. He nodded slowly before his mouth continued its assault on my own. June 20, 2002. I arrived at my grandmother’s house late afternoon and pulled my bags from the trunk of my mother’s car. She looked at me, right into my eyes, for the first time in months. I wasn’t sure how to react, but before long I could no longer stand her eyes on mine and found the ground. I kicked the ground awkwardly, waiting for her to say something. Instead she pulled me in for a hug; I felt tears spring to my eyes as I held my mother tight. She pressed a kiss to my hair then my cheek and running her hands through my hair. “I love you.” She whispered before releasing me and stepping back into her car. A warmth I had not known I was missing swept through me at her words. I watched her drive down the dirt road, stirring up dust as she went. I turned to find my grandma standing in the doorway; quickly I wiped the tears from my eyes, careful not to smudge my make-up. “Hey grandma!” I said as I rushed over to give her a hug. She opened her arms in welcome, and I felt more tears form behind my eyes. After a long embrace she helped me gather my things and showed me to my room for the summer. The quarters were cramped, but not unlivable. I realized with satisfaction that she had a computer, though it was ancient it did have internet. Grandma smiled at me and bustled off to the kitchen to finish dinner. I had to grin back at her; it was nice to be treated as a human again. I opened my suitcase and started putting all of my clothes into the dresser by my temporary bed. After that was done I shoved the case under the bed and sat, looking around for something to do. I drummed my fingers against the wooden frame, impatient for a reason I could not explain. Finally I left the little room in search of my grandma; she was on the telephone so I gave her a slight wave and pointed towards the door. She nodded in understanding and I stepped out into the fresh mountain air of her home. I started walking aimlessly around her yard, not really sure what to do with myself. I heard a high pitched giggle and felt myself get slightly giddy, excited at the prospect of kids my own age. I followed the sound to the neighbor’s house, three doors down. There I saw a girl and a boy jumping on a trampoline, they both looked a few years older than I was. The girl caught my eye, her vivacious smile so much like mine had been only months before. Her hair bounced up and down, glistening copper in the setting sun. I watched her jump for a few minutes, not sure why I was so captivated with her. They noticed me after a few minutes, and I felt myself blush furiously at being caught. The girl waved at me, seemingly delighted to have me watching her in her yard. “Hey!” She hollered. “You! What are you doing all the way over there when the parties over here?” She giggled. I felt myself smile at her as she did a back flip. “I don’t know!” I yelled back. “Come here!” She bellowed at me. I ran over to them, eager to make new friends. “Hi.” “What’s your name, hun?” she asked. “Celia. Yours?” “I’m Isabella, and that’s Riley.” She informed me, gesturing over her shoulder to the very uncomfortable looking boy. “How old are you, Celia?” “I just turned 12.” “12! You look much older than that. I just turned 15 in June.” She smiled and twirled a piece of my hair in her fingers. “You don’t live around here.” Isabella stated; more a comment than a question. “No.” I confirmed. “I’m staying with my grandma for the summer.” “Ugh, crap deal. Well now you can hang out with us for the summer.” She said with a satisfied grin. Riley didn’t look so keen on the idea. Despite that I smiled, Isabella’s charisma having some effect on my normally grim mood. “Yeah, I guess so.” I grinned widely, thinking the summer may be more eventful than I had thought it would be.

dommy65

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Wed Aug 27, 2008 10:23 pm

dommy65 says... · Wed Aug 27, 2008 10:23 pm

I just read the previous chapters and they're amazingly good. It's presented very well and i can feel your mc's emotions. I'm happy her mother talked to her and said she loved her.

Just work on your punctuation and it will be great!

~Dommy:D

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Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:35 pm

JudyAngel101 says... · Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:35 pm

Yep, grandmas are in! I think you're story moves from place to place soo quickly, it's hard to stay with the story.
I love istories that are more descriptive, but this ones good!

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