The Girl Next Door

~27~

"What?" Onika asks, her voice sounding further away.

"Can ya-" A scream comes from me, interrupting my sentence. The cause of the scream is the touch of Onika's tongue on my clit and her finger moving in an up and down motion inside of me.

My voice rises a whole octave as I clench the bed sheets in my fists, my back arching off the bed. Onika's long, hot tongue continues to move against my sensitive clit, flexing and flicking.

"Fuck!" I whimper, feeling the knot come undone in my stomach and pleasure washing over my body.

"Oh shit. Ohhh shit." Onika doesn't even halt her movements, in fact she goes faster and harder, resulting in me trying to squirm away. Unfortunately... There's nowhere to go.

"Fuuuuuck." I groan, trying to squeeze my legs shut,"Onika stop...I-uhmmm fuck!"

My body jerks forward as I feel another finger slip inside me. Her tongue leaves my clit and she begins blowing against it.

"We going to school right?" Onika asks, wiggling and twisting her fingers deep inside me.

"Fuck. Yes! Yes we are!" I exclaim, trying to squeeze my legs shut again.

"Okay then." Onika says, pulling her fingers out.

As she leaves the bed, I lay in the dark, my chest rising and falling unsteadily. I've never felt so violated on my entire life. That shit was... mind blowing. Why she felt the need to do that? That was unnecessary. She ain't even have to do all that. Coulda just pulled me out the bed. Coulda poured some water on me. Coulda turned the light on. But no... She had to rape me. With a finger. Had me moaning like a little bitch. Now she all cocky and shit. Her head swelling like that one episode of that show with the talking sponge. Sponge guy? SpongeBob? Yea... SpongeBob. Like that nigga. Head was big and shit because he thought he was a star.

A pillow hits my head, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Get ready for school!"

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I tediously walk into school behind a glowing Onika whose walking with so much swagger and strut, you woulda thought she was a model.

Cocky ass.

"She's back!" A squeal sounds through the crowded hallway and almost immediately, I'm crowded by girls.

Why does this happen every time I walk into school?

"Where have you been?" A girl, most likely the leader, asks.

"I been at mi house," I say, my accent coming out because of how nervous I am. I hate being the center of attention.

I swear, a girl almost faints once I speak. My eyebrows twitch as I watch her for a moment, slightly confused.

"Uhh..." I drift off.

"Well, we're glad you're okay. You still on the basketball team. You know their first game is this Friday, right? And I don't think Britteny can carry the team by herself."

I chuckle nervously at the sentence,"uh, have ya seen 'ow big she is? I tink she can."

Everyone bursts out into giggles, which had to be the most trained thing I've ever heard. It's like they practiced to laugh the same.

"You have a girlfriend?" A random girl asks.

I stumble backwards, being caught off guard by the question.

"Huh?"

"A girlfriend. You have one?" She asks again.

I look over all of the girls heads and see Onika staring at me from the back of the group. Her face is questioning me also.