Breaking Restrictions.

Plot 4: The Plan In Which, To Demolish My Reputation.

~Nathan~

"Hey, get up! Wake up idiot!" Someone hissed at me, and I groaned from my throbbing head. "SHHH! Be quiet!" My eyes slowly opened, and I just groaned again when I saw Moarte in front of me.

"Go-Away!" I said loudly, and she covered my mouth, then whispered in my ear, "If you want me to scratch your back, you better follow me." The way she said that, there was deviance behind it, but I followed either way. I grabbed a cigarette from my box, and lit it, walking out of my room in my boxers and a t-shirt in my hand-which I put on in the hallway.

"What is it?" I snapped at her as I managed to get her to stand still. Moarte instantly shot her mouth to mine, and I could taste the liquor in her mouth. She was drunker than former President Ulysses S. Grant, but damn did she have a way with her tongue.

"No-" I managed to break out, and pulled away from her. I instantly put my cigarette out on the wall, and threw it against the wall to retrieve later. "No, I won't do this because you are drunk, and-and acting stupid, and will probably more likely regret this in the morning while I feel like an idiot all over again!" I spoke kind of loudly to her, but she only grinned more eager.

"Oh-ho-ho! Baby want to play hard to get huh? Well Mama likes to play!"

"EW!" I couldn't help hollering this time, in fact I wanted to just walk back into my room and sleep off this migraine. "The baby talk is disgusting Moarte! Don't ever do that again! I swear-your trying to make the critter come out, not go back in!"

Moarte was laughing so hard that she had to cover her mouth with two hands, but I could still hear her as if she was giggling. "Oh c'mon Nathan, no one has to know, and know one has to find out! Let's just get this over and done with! At least I know you will keep my virginity in a safe covered with diamonds and soaked in gold so no one else will get it!" She chimed in, and grabbed onto my chest.

"No Moarte, I'm not that kind of guy." With that I turned to walk back into my room, but she grabbed the collar of my shirt and dragged me out of that school. Oh dear God, it was going to be my first time, and it was going to practically be rape!

Once at the Creekside, Moarte shoved me on the desks/crappy table, and I told her, "Moarte I don't even have a condom! We can't do this!" She pulled out a gold square with a ring inside it, and grinned deviously.

"There is always a way my black swan, now take your pants off!" She tugged at my boxers, but I kept held of the part that was covering the main dish.

"No, Jesus Moarte, what do I have to do to get you to not do this?" I hollered at her, pushing her off of me. "Your acting like a slut! Stop it!"

Moarte stared at me in shock, then her shoulders trembled as she started to cry. "No-no one's ever turned me down like that, most guys try to force me into it."

I sighed, and sat up wrapping my arms around her. "Stop crying Moate, I know you are just confused or something, but don't just give it away. I still am a virgin and yes I want to loose it, but not like that. Something special has to happen for me to just give it up like that. I want some sort of romance."

Moarte looked up at me, and her hair glistened threw the night. It was curled this time where she had just gotten out of the shower, and shined from the wetness. It was nearly black with white stripes in it from the moon light, and she was a long back gown that had only a tie holding her two breasts covered, though a triangle of her pale skin shined under the transparent lace, with a giant triangle coming down from her shoulders, showing most of her cleavage. She wore somewhat high beige heels, that had black lace over it, and looked stimulating. Damn, there's the romance I was looking for, or was that just me?