>Sulk around after Gilda finishes bullying you.
>Walk to the cafeteria and sit next to one of your friends and stare at the ground.
>"Hey, what's wrong, man?"
"Purple spiky haired bitch again."
>"Damn, again?"
>You look to him and shake your head.
"It's like this every fucking day, now. She takes my lunch money and I go the day hungry."
>"Sorry, man. You can have some of my carrots if you want."
>Decide it's better than starving and eat a few.
"I just wish she wasn't such a bitch."
>You stopped sulking just in time to see her standing at your table.
>Sure fucking hope she didn't hear anything.
>"Hey, dweeb, meet me after school."
>What the fuck.
"What? Why, so you can drain my self confidence more?"
>Your friend stands up.
>"Can't you see he's had enough of your shit? Just leave him alone already, fuck."
>She sneers at you and your friend.
>"Just fucking see me after school, and don't tell anyone we're meeting, okay dweeb?"
>Sigh
"Fine, just promise me it's not just to demoralize me more, okay?"
>She sighs as well and rolls her eyes.
>"Whatever, see you after school."
>After lunch is over everyone leaves the cafe and heads to their next class.
>You follow this pattern, and go to Biology.
>Today you're learning about cell replication and it's phases.
>Or you would be, if you weren't so afraid of what's in store for you after school.
>Is she going to beat you up?
>If that's it then you're not afraid to go out without a fight.
>But that just seems too simple.
>There has to be more important than that.
>Something urgent maybe?
>Perhaps something tragic happened?
>Like Robin Williams dying.
>Nah, nothing like that.
>"Mr. Mous."
>Snapping out of your thoughts, you look up to your teacher.
"Yes, Mr. Wilson?"
>"Can you tell the class what meiosis is?"
>Darting your eyes around the room, you can't find any clues.
>Eventually you give up and tell him the truth.
"No, I can't."
>"Well that's quite alright, Anon, because we haven't even gone over it yet."
>The class bursts out into laughter and you can't help but feel embarrassed.
>Class lets out and the halls are cluttered with people packing their things for home.
>You bustle among them and get to your locker.
>Someone bumps into you and nearly knocks you over.
>Looking over, you find that it's Gilda.
>"Don't forget our agreement, dweeb. Don't. Tell. Anyone."
>Quite convincing if you don't say so yourself.
>You walk out of the school and think back.
>She never fucking told you where to meet her.
>Doing a scan of the area, you can tell she's not out here with the rest of the students.
>Maybe she's inside with a teacher or something.
>You turn and look down the hall.
>And turn right back around.
>As if she'd stay back when a teacher told her to.
>That only leaves the outside perimeter.
>You walk over to the left wing and peer around the corner.
>No one there.
>Repeat the process on the other side of the building.
>Nothing there either.
>So that leaves the back of the building.
>Which was fenced off because of some hooligans last year.
>No doubt Gilda was part of that group.
>You peer through the fence and see her.
>She's propped up against a wall.
>However, it's not of her own accord.
>A guy is pinning her against the wall and yelling in her face.
>All you can pick up from that distance is "Bitch" and "Whore".
>That's enough for you, though.
>You hop the fence and yell at the offender.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
>Are you really sticking up for her?
>He whips his head towards you and lets go of Gilda.
>"Excuse me?"
>This guy isn't actually as big as he looked.
>You could actually probably take him.
"I said, who the fuck are you talking to, runt?"
>Talking big is how you win fights, right?
>"Well, I'm talking to you now, maggot."
>Aw hell naw.
"Well, at least the maggot isn't picking on a woman, piss ant."
>Did he just wince?
>Are you winning?
>He charges at you.
>Fuck.
>You dodge his blind fury by twirling right and falling on your ass, making him slam into a brick wall.
>Graceful as hell.
>Giving him a nice look over, you realize he's probably unconscious.
>"I can't believe you did that.
>Gilda walks over to you as you stand back up.
>You brush yourself off and look over to her.
"I only do what's right."
>Said Anon, defender of the galaxy.
>She rolls her eyes.
>"Whatever."
>"Uuuuuuugh"
"He might come to soon. We have to go, now."
>She opens her mouth to object, but you grab her arm and haul her off anyway.
>When you both reach the sidewalk, you release her and sigh a breath of relief.
"So what was that back there?"
>She spits on the pavement next to you.
>"Nothin', he just said I owed him money and I didn't."
"Couldn't you just give him the money you took from me?"
>She punches your shoulder and glares at you.
"What? It's not my fault I don't know how bullying works."
>Now she looks away.
>"I use your money to pay off my own lunch debts, alright?"
>That explains pretty much everything.
>Except one thing.
"So what did you want anyway? Why'd you ask me to meet you?"
>She looks confused for a moment before her face lights up.
>"Oh, that! I realized that my parents are out of town this week and I need someone to make my meals for me for the time they're gone."
>...
>Your mind almost bakes with anger.
"You want me to fucking what?"
>Rolling her eyes again, she looks back at you.
>"I'll pay you, okay? Just.. I don't know how to cook, alright?"
>Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.
"Fine."
>What the fuck did you do?
>Why would you ever accept that bullshit?
>She's been taking your food for the past month and you're going to make her food?
>Something's gotten into you, Anon.
>This is what you're thinking as your walking the halls on your way to lunch.
>Someone pokes your shoulder.
>"Hey, dweeb."
>You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear her voice.
>"Chill, I'm not here to take your money this time."
>That's definitely got you calmer.
"What do you want, then?"
>She shifts her feet and looks around.
>"I just wanna talk."
>IT'S A FUCKING TRAP
"What about?"
>Something's seriously wrong with you, Anon.
>"About meeting up today after school. I need a really good meal since I'm not taking your lunch today."
>Well at least she's being honest.
"Fine, you can sit at my table today, we'll talk while I eat."
>You get your food and lead Gilda over to your table, where your friend is waiting.
"Hey, man."
>He glances up at you from his phone.
>"Yo."
>Double taking, he looks back up and glares at Gilda before looking back at you.
>"Are you crazy? You're inviting one of the school bullies to sit at our table?"
>He brings up quite a good point.
>How didn't you think of that one, anon?
>Gilda looks like she's holding off some pretty nasty words.
"Look, I like it about as much as you, but her and I have a deal. She won't bully us this week, so be cool about it, alright?"
>He looks between you both and slumps back into his chair.
>"Just this week, that's it."
>You and Gilda both take a seat.
>She goes on about what she wants to eat.
>Not surprisingly, her diet consists of a lot of meat and protein.
>Seeing as she's pretty fit and toned for a girl.
>She also has a pretty nice rack, too.
>Okay, stop right there, anon.
>What was she saying about rib eye steak again?
>After school you both trade information and head home.
>She told you that the card had her phone number and her address.
>Hopefully this wasn't some dumb prank that she wants to pull on you.
>Every bit of your brain tells you that this is a bad thing.
>But it is the first time you've gotten a girl's number.
>Score for that much.
>You arrive at your door and open it.
>Running upstairs, you sit at your desk and begin working on your homework.
>Just kidding.
>You walk in your door, slam your book bag against the wall next to the door and run upstairs.
>Sitting on your computer, you check the time.
>3:30 PM
>Your mom will be here in 30 minutes.
>More than enough time.
>You pull your pants down, put on an incognito window, and begin hwackin it.
>Before you finish, lewd images of Gilda flash through your head.
>They didn't disgust you.
>But spurred you on more, instead.
>Fuck, man, you came to one of the school's toughest bullies.
>That's weird.
>Suddenly you hear the front door open.
>You jump out of your seat and pull up your pants.
>Just managing to close the porn and clean up before your mother entered the room.
"Hey, mom, what's up?"
>She looks around the room.
>"I just wanted to see my lovely son, Anon."
>Mom's always been sweet.
>Also kinda weird.
>You loved her nonetheless.
"Thanks, mom."
>She smiles and puts her right foot out.
"Hey, mom?"
>She puts her right foot in.
"Can I go to my friend's house for a bit? She needs me for a project.
>And she shakes it all about.
>"Anon, you have a girl friend?"
>Not like this.
"No, mom, it's not like that, we just need to do a project together."
>She rolls her eyes.
>How many fucking people are doing that this week?
>"Fine, just don't get hurt, alright?"
>You smile at her and nod.
"Yes, ma'am."
>Walking down the street, you take a left past the school like she told you to.
>You look down at the small card she gave you.
>4265 Wind Feather rd.
>Looking up at the stop sign that had graffiti on it, you can barely make out both of the names.
>Wind Feather dr.
>Wind Feather rd.
>Gilda's house, here we come.
>Walking along the road, you navigate until you find the home with the right number.
>Knock knock, here comes the-
>The door swings open and Gilda thrusts herself through the door way.
>Reflexively, you fall on your ass away from the vicious teenager.
>She looks down at you.
>"Oh, it's just the dweeb. Come in."
>She waves you inside as you wipe your ass and gather your dignity.
>"I didn't expect you to come so early, dweeb."
>You suppose she had a decent reason to lunge at you, then.
>it's not all the time someone arrives to your home to make you dinner.
>Right?
>She sits down on a torn up looking couch, and looks up to you.
>"You don't have to cook right now, dweeb, so just chill."
>You finally want your dignity back.
"I have a name, you know."
>She glares at you.
>"Yeah, and?"
"Never mind."
>So much for that.
>You plop down next to Gilda on her torn up couch.
>All you get in return is an angry glare.
>"Who said you could sit next to me?"
>Jeez, she's so full of anger.
>You select a recliner next to the couch instead as she lays across the couch.
>She sure as hell looks comfy.
>Meanwhile you're getting springs up your ass.
"So what now?"
>She looks around the room.
>"Well, dweeb, you could start cooking if you want."
>You sigh and look towards the doorway.
>Why the fuck did you say yes to this?
"You never showed me where the kitchen is."
>She gives an aggravated grunt as she forces herself off the couch.
>"Follow me."
>Surprisingly, the kitchen is the least filthy room in the house.
>The floor at least looks clean, as well as everything else.
>You've always admired L-shaped kitchens, and you wished to own one someday.
>But those are fantasies for sometime later, right now it's time to get to business.
>Remembering that her diet consists mostly of meat, you realize that you'll have to defrost the food before cooking anything.
>Fucking carnivore humans.
>You put the packaged meat into a sink half full with warm water.
>Walk out of the kitchen and sit back in your busted ass recliner.
>Gilda looks over to you.
>"I thought you were cooking, dweeb."
>You take a deep breath before turning to her.
"You still need to thaw the meat, Gilda."
>She blinks and looks away.
>"Oh yeah..."
>Time to strike.
"Also, since I'm here, I'd like to be addressed by the name I was given."
>She tosses a glare at you and begins to retaliate.
>You interrupt her before she speaks.
"I call you by your name, Gilda. I only expect the same from you."
>With that, she seemingly gives up and hangs her head.
>"Fine, but only since it's fair, Anon."
>Ladies and gentlemen, we are making progress.
>A timer goes off in the kitchen and you leave Gilda in the living room.
>You drain the kitchen sink and open the package of recently thawed steaks.
>The only reason that you decided that these were best is because they were so easy to cook.
>Seasoning the steaks, you put them on a skillet and start to cook them.
>Not your preferred method, but you sure as hell weren't going to ask Gilda if she owned a grill.
>When the steak is done, you search the kitchen for a plate and slap that sucker on there.
>Bon appetit, motherfucker.
>You walk into the other room with the steak.
>"Aren't you forgetting something?"
>Looking down at the steak, you don't find anything out of the ordinary.
"Uh... no?"
>She frowns.
>"The fork and knife?"
>God dammit.
>You walk back to the kitchen and grab the utensils.
"There. Happy?"
>She looks up at you with a devious smile.
>Oh no.
>Oh no oh no oh no.
>"Feed me."
>Wait what the fuck.
"What?"
>Her face turns to annoyance.
>"Feed me, Anon!"
>You look around worriedly.
>Is there a way out of this now? Can it be stopped? Can I get out alive?
>Eventually deciding to give in, you sit next to her and cut a piece off of the steak.
>She opens wide and gives you a view of her mostly sharp incisors.
>You push the fork into her mouth and she snaps it shut.
>Recoiling, you pull away, leaving her with the steak.
>Which she chews... and chews.
>She swallows it in time, and looks back up at you.
>"Well, you're actually decent at cooking, dwee- I mean, Anon."
>Feels good to be recognized.
"Thanks, I guess."
>She looks at the plate and back to you.
>"Only problem is that you're not feeding me more."
>Once she's finished her food.
>Or rather, once you've finished feeding her.
>She lays back down on her couch and looks at the ceiling.
>"Well?"
>You glance over to her.
"Well what?"
>She sits up and motions toward a set of napkins.
>"Aren't you going to wipe my mouth, too?"
>Are you fucking shitting me?
>You get a napkin and walk back over to her.
>Taking the corner of the napkin, you push it against her face and wipe off some of the mess.
>This puts you in an awkward position, though.
>You have to raise your leg up onto the couch to balance yourself and you're hunched over her a bit.
>Looks like a rape scene, to be honest.
>Whatever
>You start to wipe her lips when she lightly shudders.
>Is this giving her some sort of pleasure?
>Is this some kind of sick fantasy of hers?
>Well, either way, you can't really complain.
>You're getting paid for it after all.
>Removing the napkin from her face, she shudders again before opening her eyes and locking eyes with you.
>"What?"
>You look away and return to your recliner.
"So can I leave now?"
>She grunts again before getting up.
>"Now it's time for desert."
>She walks over to you and holds out her hand.
>Half of you wishes she was going to lead you to her bedroom and the other half just wanted to run.
>You take her her hand and follow her into the kitchen.
>She finds the ice cream in the freezer and hands it to you.
"I have to feed you this, too?"
>"You can eat it with me."
>Gilda gets a spoon and leads you back to the couch, sitting you next to her.
>Well look who gets a spot on the couch now.
>She opens the ice cream and scoops out a spoonful.
>Engulfing the spoon with her mouth, she eats the ice cream.
>She now hands you the spoon.
>"Your turn."
>Hold up.
"With the same spoon?"
>She snickers at you.
>"More spoons means more dishes for me."
>She's got somewhat of a point.
>You inspect the spoon before you plunge it back into the ice cream.
>Don't want too much drool on it.
>Gilda watches closely as you bring the spoon closer to your mouth.
>Something tells you she's into this.
>Whatever.
>You close your mouth over the spoon and eat the ice cream.
>Immediately, Gilda pushes you off the couch, frozen treat and all.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?"
>She's.... blushing?
>"I-I didn't actually expect you to eat off the same spoon!"
>Jesus, woman.
"Well, it's not really that weird, I suppose."
>She puffs her cheeks out before picking you up off the ground.
>Smiling, you accept the gesture.
"Well, I appreciate that you're willing to make up for your mista-"
>Slam.
>That was the door.
>In your face.
>She's yelling to you from inside.
>"Come back tomorrow, and be ready to cook something amazing to make up for this!"
>Fucking bitch.
>She didn't even pay you.
>Whatever.
>She's probably planning to pay you at the end of it all.
>Right?
>You begin your walk home in the dark.
>The hallways are crowded.
>As usual.
>You aren't really surprised.
>But it's still annoying.
>You're on your way to lunch.
>As always, Gilda's there.
>To talk about dealings, you suppose.
>Hopefully to pay you.
>You stop in front of her, and she begins speaking.
>"I'm sorry about yesterday, dwee-.... Anon."
>Woah, where is this coming from?
>She'd normally push you around and laugh.
>Now she's apologizing for it.
>Quite the change, to be honest.
>"I overreacted."
>Jeez, she looks genuinely upset about this.
>You pat her shoulder and smile at her.
"It's fine, I just didn't expect to be pushed over like that."
>She looks at the ground and snickers.
>"Yeah, I did kinda knock you for a loop."
>Both of you take a seat at the lunch table with your friend.
>"So, how'd it go, anon?"
>Shake your head.
"Everything was fine. She wasn't too much of a pain to handle."
>Gilda punches your shoulder.
>Ow.
>"Watch how you speak, anon, I'm pretty sure I could get someone else to cook for me if you somehow went missing."
>Shit that's sp00ky.
>You wave her death threat off.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind."
>Getting up, you make your way to the lunch line.
>Jeez. She's grumpy today.
>Once you get home, you start getting ready for your day with Gilda.
>Fuck, she's gonna be even more of a pain today.
>But damn is she cute.
>What the fuck, Anon.
>Don't think like that towards a school bully.
>It's bad to like them on more than a business level.
>Isn't it?
>Whatever, no time for that now.
>She told you to be ready to prepare something great.
>If you weren't ready this time, then you don't know if you'd ever be.
>You push out of the door by the time your mom gets home.
>Need time to prepare this dish.
>"Honey? Where are you off to?"
"No time, mom! Getting school work done!"
>You wave her off and continue running down the street.
>"Just don't be late for dinner again!"
>Love you, mom.
>Knock knock here comes the...
>Okay that joke's already getting old.
>"Give me a minute!"
>What could possibly be taking her a minute?
>She opens the door.
>Oh god that's dank.
>She's high...
>You walk in and follow her to the living room again.
>"Anon, I'm so hungry. Can you please cook something, man?"
>Holy shit she's so fucking high.
"Sure, I'll get right on that."
>You make your way to the kitchen and begin sauteing mushrooms and onions.
>This always seemed fancy to you.
>After all, you're only in high school.
>How fancy can you get?
>You put pork in along with the vegetables and begin stirring it.
>Best stir fry you've ever laid eyes on.
>Emptying the contents onto a plate, you walk out into the living room again.
>"Anoon that smells soooooo good."
>You serve her the food and remember that she'll need a fork.
>Running into the kitchen, you grab one and run it back to her.
"There ya go."
>She smiles before digging into her plate of food.
>The recliner creaks as you plop yourself down into it again.
>Gilda looks from her food to you.
>"Anon. Don't you wanna share it?"
>Oh god.
"No thanks, I made it for you."
>She hands you her fork.
>"It's delicious, Anon. I insist."
>Is she trying to kick you out again?
>Or is this sincere?
>Well, you're a sucker, so you take the bait.
>You take the fork from her and plunge it into the food and pulling out a chunk of meat.
>Pushing it into your mouth, you look from the fork to her and back.
>She seems to motion you on... and she's blushing again.
>What's with her and blushing recently?
>You eat the chunk and start chewing before she jumps up off the couch.
>Oh please not again.
>Gilda sits herself right back down on the side closer to you.
>"Do you like having my saliva in your mouth, dweeb?"
>Oh god what the fuck.
"N-no it's not like that it's just-"
>"So you don't think I'm attractive, then?"
>Fuuuuuck
"No that's not what I meant either, it's just-"
>"Then why don't you like it?"
>Why is she doing this now?
"It's not that I don't, it's just that-"
>"Oh so you do?"
>She gets up from her seat.
"I-I don't know, I just-"
>And she sits in your lap.
>"So tell me, Anon."
>Please no.
>"Do you think I'm pretty?"
>Oh god please.
"I-i uh..."
>She shifts in your lap.
>"Don't lie, now."
>You look up at her.
"I-I would never lie."
>She slaps your shoulder
>Ow.
>"Now that's a lie right there."
>Damn, she's good.
"I-I mean, you're certainly easy on the eyes."
>She smiles.
>"So you do think I'm pretty?"
>Why does she have to make this so difficult,
"Y-yes?"
>She pushes you against the couch.
>"Is that a question or an answer, Anon?!"
>Shit, girl, chill.
"Y-yes! You're pretty!"
>She smiles before sitting back into your lap.
>"Good~"
>You shift uncomfortably beneath her.
>"So since you think that, you won't mind if I do this."
>She leans in and holds your head in place before planting her lips on yours.
>You struggle at first, but eventually ease into the kiss.
>Where the hell did she learn to kiss like that?
>In between bullying and smoking weed?
>She breaks the kiss and looks back at you.
>"This would be the part where I tell you to disrobe... but."
>Dismounting you, she sits back at her couch.
>"That would be too much for one day."
>She takes another fork of the stir fry and picks up a small chunk of meat.
>Sticking her tongue out, she plants the meat on it chews it slowly before swallowing.
>Your eyes follow it all the way down.
>Why is that so damn arousing?
>"I think your time here is over."
>You shake your head and look her back in the eyes.
>"You've cooked me dinner, and I've finished it."
>She leads you back to the door before you turn back.
>You are absolutely speechless the entire way there.
>"Have a good night, Anon."
>She pecks your cheek before gently closing the door on you.
>...
>Holy shit what a fucking day.
>You turn and begin to make your way back home.
>Can't wait for what tomorrow holds.
>Your walk to the lunch room was silent this time.
>Gilda wasn't there to talk to you.
>Normally she'd take up any opportunity to make fun of you.
>Wonder what happened.
>Whatever, time to eat lunch for now.
>Your friend watches as you come back to the table.
>"No bully friend today?"
>You glare at him.
>"Chase her off with that look?"
"Whatever, man."
>Looking back to your food, you begin eating.
>Much more silent since she's not here.
>Never thought you'd miss her presence.
>You finish your food and go to your next class.
>All you can think about is Gilda.
>Why did she kiss you?
>Why did she make you tell her your feelings?
>You need to go to her house for sure today.
>But what if she's sick?
>Whatever, you need answers.
>When you get home, you put your bag by the door and walk back out.
>You'll explain to your mom later.
>Right now you need answers.
>Knocking on her door, you sit out front and wait for her to answer.
>Grunting noises before the door opens.
>"Whaddya want?"
>Damn, is she alright?
"To cook for you."
>She glares at you and pushes her eyebrows together.
>"Fine, come in."
>She opens the door and you walk in.
>You take a seat in the recliner.
>And of course, she takes her usual seat on the couch.
>"So I suppose you want an explanation for last time?"
>You look at the ground.
>She does the same.
>"Look, what I asked was out of line. I shouldn't have demanded an answer from you, and you sure as hell didn't have to lie to me like that."
>What is with this girl?
>She has tears in her eyes when she looks up to you again.
>"I know you think I'm a monster, I'm a terrible person, please just don't hate me."
>Tears are freely flowing now, she's almost sobbing.
>Shit, Anon, do something.
>You get up and sit next to her and wrap your arms around her.
>She wraps her arms around you as well.
>She's weeping openly onto your shoulder now.
"Gilda."
>You pull her up from your shoulder and look her in her eyes.
"You're not a monster, and I certainly didn't lie when I told you that you're attractive."
>She wipes her eyes and looks at you evenly this time.
"You're really pretty, Gilda. I don't know why anyone would tell you different."
>Now that's got her smiling.
>You push her hair away from her eyes and get a better look into her beautiful yellow eyes.
>"You're sure that I'm as beautiful as you think?"
>Staring deeper into her eyes, it takes you a while to answer her.
"O-oh, yeah of course-"
>She cuts you off with a kiss.
>It's just as good as the first one you got.
>Breaking the kiss, she takes a breath before speaking again.
>"That's all I needed to hear."
>She gets up from the couch and parks herself into your lap.
>Holy shit, boner, calm down.
>"But I suppose there's something you need to hear."
>You look up at her and she smiles as she looks down to you.
>"I never really hated you, Anon. I was kinda holdin' back a crush I had on you since 8th grade. I was actually in love with you all this time. I just never thought of a way to tell you, so I picked on you the entire time... Until today."
>She shifts in your lap before settling down again.
>"And something tells me that you feel somewhat the same."
>You look down and realize the bulge that you're packing.
"Oh... sorry."
>She giggles before pushing herself down more onto your lap.
>"Don't be."
>Leaning into you, she pulls your head towards her and pushes into a deep kiss.
>This one's nothing like the kiss you got the day before.
>It feels as if she's pouring every ounce of passion and lust into it.
>But damn does it feel amazing.
>She starts rocking back and forth, rubbing her crotch against your throbbing bulge.
>You feel her tongue poke at your lips and you open your mouth for her.
>Her tongue darts into your mouth as you attempt to follow it, and wrestle for inevitable defeat.
>Eventually you stop resisting and let her explore your mouth with her tongue.
>She stops grinding on you and breaks the kiss.
>"I think it's time to stop foolin' around."
>Looking down your body, she locks her eyes on the crotch of your pants.
>Then she pounces.
>Both you and the recliner fall back with her and hit the ground behind you.
"Ow!"
>She gets up and covers her mouth.
>"I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean to, it was just an instinct I guess.."
>An instinct?
>Really?
"It's fine. I was just caught off guard."
>She smiles at you.
>"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable."
>Waving you on, she sways her hips seductively up a set of stairs and into a door.
>"Here's my bedroom. I guess you already knew that since-"
>You cut HER off with a kiss this time.
>She pushes away and smiles.
>"Straight to the chase, huh?"
>Pushing you onto the bed, she undoes the button on your pants and slowly pulls the zipper down.
>Once your pants are undone, she pulls them off with your boxers.
>You shudder as the cold air hits your dick.
>Gilda begins slowly stroking it.
>"Is it cold, Anon?"
>Nodding, you close your eyes and lay back.
>"Well, don't worry, I'll keep you nice and warm in my mouth."
>She sticks her tongue out and slowly licks up your shaft before engulfing the tip in her mouth and suckles on it.
>You clench the bed sheets as she pushes further down.
>Soon she hits a point where she can't go any further and pulls up again.
>Right before pushing back down.
>She takes more than half your length into her mouth before pulling up again.
>Waves of pleasure run up and down your spine every time she bobs down.
>You can only groan as she sucks harder and tries to go deeper every time.
>She pulls off and licks your shaft again before she gets up.
>"I think you're fairly lubricated now."
>With that, she turns around and bends over as she takes off her pants.
>Oh shit dat booty.
>Throwing her pants away, she does the same procedure with her panties as well.
>You can see everything.
>She's wet just from sucking you off.
>Getting up, you kiss her and she passionately returns it and lowers you onto the bed.
>She parts from the kiss and gazes into your eyes.
>"I-I can be on top, right?"
>You've never heard her be so nervous... and adorable as fuck.
"Of course you can."
>She smiles again before kissing you.
>After another long kiss, she lines herself up over you.
"Wait, Gilda."
>She stops and looks up at you.
>"Yeah?"
"Isn't this your first time?"
>Sitting up, she slams down onto you, causing you to groan in pain.
>And immense pleasure.
>You open your eyes for a moment and look down.
>She's bleeding.
"Gilda, are you okay?"
>She nods, holding back tears.
>"I'm not a wimp.."
>Rearing up, she slams back down onto you again.
"Gah!"
>She looks down at you and smiles.
>"Does it feel good, Anon?"
>All you can manage to do is nod before she plunges herself down onto you again.
>She's so tight, you really hope you don't cum before she does.
>Gilda slams back down onto you again, but this time she elicits a loud moan as well.
>So she's finally feeling it too.
>Good to know.
>She starts to bounce on top of you faster, moaning each time you hilt inside her.
>You thrust up and pull her hips down every time she slams down on top of you.
>She's moaning really loud now.
>Her breathing is getting heavier, and she's shuddering like crazy.
>She must be as close as you are.
>You start thrusting harder and moan as you near your climax.
"Gilda, I'm cumming!"
>"Cum inside me, it's a safe day, just don't pull out!"
>She keeps riding you until she tenses up.
>Her pussy squeezes your member, pushing you over the edge.
>You groan as you blow your load inside her, her cum and yours mixing together inside her.
>Laying back, you relax as Gilda pulls you out and turns around.
>She licks your cock and engulfs it with her mouth again before laying down next to you.
>You both sigh and look over to each other before sharing another sloppy kiss.
>Laying there, you both hug each other on the bed, cuddling under the covers.
>Until Gilda gets up.
>"Well, it's time for you to leave."
>You get up and sigh.
"Yeah, I guess."
>Putting on your clothes, you walk to the front door.
>Gilda kisses you before you walk out.
>"Hey!"
>You turn back.
>"Don't look so upset, you still have two days with me."

END?

>Fuck no that's not the end.
>You still had two glorious days with a cute bully.
>Not sure how that worked.
>But it did for you.
>Today's like any other day.
>Not sure why it wouldn't be.
>You hop out of bed, eat breakfast that your mom made you.
>Bless you, you magnificent woman.
>And pack up for school.
>Your mom hands you lunch money before you walk out.
"Thanks, mom, I'll see you later today."
>She waves you off as you hop on your bus.
>She's such a sweet lady.
>It's a wonder why dad left her so long ago.
>Something about her being a "Dashfag".
>Never really quite understood that.
>But whatever, it's been nearly two years since then.
>You're over it.
>Once you arrive at school, your bus load empties and everyone starts entering the building.
>You follow the same route as everyone else, until you're pulled into a small dark space in the hall.
>Not really sure why this place existed.
>It's just a small empty space.
>Apparently just big enough for two people.
>Gilda's the one that pulled you aside.
>But for what?
>Well, now's not a bad time to find out.
"What's up?"
>She looks you up and down before talking.
>"I got a reputation to keep, Anon, if they see me with you, then they'd label be a softy."
>You nod.
"So then why did you feel the need to pull me aside?"
>She giggles.
>"I have a test today. I was figuring I could get a good luck kiss?"
>Pulling you in, she kisses you and pushes you out.
>"Now go, I don't want people to know we were in here together."
>You follow her advice and continue to your first class.
>This was gonna be one hell of a day.
>Math class.
>The first class you had every day.
>It wasn't all bad, though.
>The teacher was nice and your classmates didn't pick on you as much.
>You plop down in a desk and immediately start day dreaming.
>Since the class normally started late, you assumed it was safe enough.
>Wonder what Gilda will do next?
>Maybe ask for you to cook for her?
>Not like you did last time.
>She must have went hungry.
>Shit, that has to suck for her.
>Although, you both were pretty tired after what happened.
>Will she try that again?
>Definitely wouldn't mind that.
>"Mr.Mous."
>This shit again.
"Yes?"
>Your math teacher sits at her desk and crosses her legs.
>"Can you tell the class what a variable is?"
>What is this ninth grade?
"A variable is a letter in an equation that represents a number."
>Easy.
>She nods before continuing to instruct the class.
>You didn't even notice how much of the class was there already.
>Shit fills up fast, man.
>After class, you head to lunch.
>Thank heavens that it's an early one.
>You hadn't eaten since yesterday.
>Before you reach the cafeteria, you're pulled aside.
>It's Gilda again.
>But this time it isn't in a secret place.
>This is the girl's restroom.
>How did no one see this happen?
>She pulls you into a stall before speaking.
>"Before you say anything, I know this was dangerous."
>Looking under the stalls, she continues.
>"But I just couldn't wait until later."
>Then she pulls your pants down and kisses you.
"Still is." 
>She giggles before pulling your dick out and stroking it.
>Where did this even come from?
>Of course, you weren't complaining.
>She drags her tongue up your shaft and keeps stroking it.
>Every time she does that.
>"Looks like you're ready."
>Ready for what?
>Oh shit, she's pulling her pants down.
>No panties.
>Kinky.
>She sits in your lap and kisses you again before whispering in your ear.
>"Not before putting this on, though."
>She pulls out a condom from behind her back and rolls it out on your member and strokes it a few more times.
>"There we go."
>You shudder as she slips it on and look down as she lines herself up.
>"Hope you're ready, dweeb."
>She slams down on you and lets out a quiet moan.
"Augh, fuck you're still tight."
>Closing her eyes, she smiles while she rides you.
>"And you need to be quieter or else we're gonna get caught."
>Fuck, she's right, never really expected to do this kind of thing in school.
>She slams down on you again.
>You bite your lip and hold back a moan.
>"Nnng, much better."
>Is she trying to get you guys caught?
>You grab her hips and pull her down while she bounces.
>Fuck.
>You're gonna cum soon.
"Gilda..."
>"I know, me too. Just cum inside the condom, I'll throw it away when we leave."
>Right.
>You pull her down and fill the condom with your seed as she shudders and sprays the floor with her femcum.
>As soon as she recovers, she pulls her pants up and guides you up.
>"Pull up your pants, big guy, we don't want anyone suspecting anything."
>You pull up your pants.
>She checks the hall to make sure everyone is at lunch.
>Both of you walk out of the bathroom after Gilda disposes of the condom.
>This was way too planned out.
>Maybe she was planning to do this the entire time?
>Nah, that's too well thought out for a bully.
>Right?
>You get your lunch and sit down at the table with Gilda and your friend.
>He gives you a look and frowns.
>"You guys certainly had a good time in that bathroom."
>Oh fuck.
"What? How the fuck do you know about that?"
>He shoves you and chuckles.
>"Don't worry, I wouldn't tell anyone, wouldn't want ya to get in trouble."
>Gilda gives a death glare and smirks.
>"Good, or else you would've had a real bad day."
>He stops chewing her food and suddenly looks angry.
>"Hey, I could still tell the principle and get you guys expelled, so have some respect."
>They both get up and stare at each other.
>You put down your carrot and glare between them.
"Both of you calm down, no need to fight over something like this."
>They sit down and continue eating their food.
>"Whatever."
>"Fine."
>You finish your lunch and put up your tray.
>They're having another glaring contest until you reach the table.
>Probably gonna have to settle something with your friend later. 
>But whatever for now.
>The bell rings and you wave as you walk to your next class.
>Biology's going to be fun.
>As long as you didn't day dream.
>That's gonna be more difficult then you think.
>But whatever.
>You'll get through the day.
>After school, you get on your bus and start heading home.
>The bus stops, you get off and walk home.
>You open the door and put your bag against the wall.
>Time to head out again.
>Oh shit.
>Note on the door.
>"Anon, please make sure to take the trash out and wash the dishes before meeting with your girlfriend, thanks. :)"
>Can't believe how nice she is.
>So you take the trash out and wash the dishes before you head out.
>Off to Gilda's.
>You arrive at her home and just walk in this time.
>Probably a bad move, but whatever.
>She sees you and sighs.
>"Don't know when I was expecting you to just enter my home, but it certainly wasn't in three days."
>You laugh before you sit back into your usual recliner.
>"You know, you don't have to sit there anymore."
>She pats the seat next to her on the couch.
>"I've got enough room on here for two."
>She's got a point.
>You sit beside her.
>"Hey, I never heard you say anything after I told you I loved you."
>Looking over to her, you notice she's tearing up.
>Not this, not now.
>"Please, Anon. You told me I'm pretty. A lot of people think that, sure, but no one ever told me that they loved me."
>She's openly crying now.
>Jesus, not again.
>You put a hand on her cheek and look into her golden eyes.
"Of course I love you, Gilda. I've just never had anyone crush on me. It was hard for me to believe at first, but I understand now, and all want now is for us to be happy together"
>She smiles before you pull her into a kiss.
>Gilda pushes you off and giggles.
>"None of that today, Anon. We need to eat dinner today."
>She pulls you up and walks you to the kitchen.
>Woah, are those candles... and steak?
>"I took the time to cook today, hope you don't mind."
>Not at all, Gilda, not at all.