The freshly graduated youngsters who had cleared their high school examinations and started the first year of senior high last week were having a gala time at Derek’s birthday party which was organized in a posh area with everything taken care of in the most spectacular way. Each one of them was enjoying it the most, and they were also feeling great about being away from their parents for such an amazing party with friends which also had members of the opposite gender partying with them.
Very smartly, the party organizer had apple juice served in champagne tulips for kids to raise a toast to the birthday boy. Apple juice made it look as if it was real champagne in it, and they were celebrating as adults. Such tricks were very well appreciated by everyone at the party, and some of them were even acting as if they were drunk.
Even though all that they were having was fruit juice. Enacting as if they were intoxicated and were unable to wa
The demand that was kept forward by Jean did not feel awkward to Marie at all. In fact, it gave her the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She was expecting it, but she did not want to take the initiative herself. Instead, she wanted Jean to take the lead in their bond.And now that the time had come with Jean asking Marie for a kiss, she did not want to delay it anymore. She started to think if it would be possible to kiss her at the party with everyone looking at them, especially after what happened just a few minutes ago when Jean almost confessed that Marie could be her girlfriend in the time to come.Mind you, both of them were adolescents and did not understand figures of speech. For all they knew, just a mild peck on the cheek was a kiss, and that is what Jean meant when she laid down her demand. It was all new to the two girls because until now, only their family had kissed them. Getting it from their friend was pretty much a big
A lot of chaos was created with the unexpected cut in power supply. It wasn’t that late at night, but the boys and girls were still worried about going home on time. Some of them would have their parents come to pick them up, while on the other hand, some of them had clubbed in with their friends to reach here, and their parents would be stressed had they not reached home at the time which they had mentioned.Marie was one such kid who had clubbed in with Jean, her friend, and she started to panic a lot. Her parents were strict and narrow-minded; in no way on planet Earth would they even listen to the explanation of why she was returning late. Thinking about this, she remembered that she was carrying her mobile phone with her as her father had asked her to carry it every time she stepped out of the house during vacations.Derek's parents were told that it was not a usual thing, and that is why the staff told them that they needed some
Marie was walking to her house with fear since her dad was walking in an angry way which looked as if he was waiting for her to return home from the party, and she was in some sort of trouble. That thought came to her mind because that is how it had happened in the past. Delilah had given her enough reasons to be scared of something or the other as she did nothing else but complain about her to Mr. Jones.“Why are you coming home so late?” Mr. Jones questioned her as soon as she reached the main gate. He opened the gate after he gave her a welcome like that.“Dad, I am not so late. Maybe a little because of the power cut in the hall, but it is still not that late,” Marie replied feeling guilty for having gone to the party in the first place.Her parents were not open-minded enough to accept that she had gone to a boy-girl party. She should have known that and not asked her dad for his permission to begin with.
Marie did not feel anything with the teddy in between her legs, so she started moving it the same way her sister was doing it from right to left. This was only out of curiosity to know what exactly Rebecca was doing when Marie walked into the room. Marie closed her eyes and rolled her head slightly behind just the same way she had seen her sister do.Something happened to her as if she got a minor current when the nose of the teddy bear that was made of plastic touched her button. The feeling was such that it disconnected her completely from the current problems in her life. She wanted to experience that feeling one more time. So, she did it again, but now it was intentionally done by her.Every time the plastic nose on the teddy bear touched that special part of hers, she felt the same level of excitement. Hence, she did it a couple of times until she wanted to continue feeling like that and possibly drown in the amount of pleasure which sh
While Marie had so many things going on at home, Jean on the other end was trying to somehow adjust to her dad’s lifestyle. Jean found it weird for him to get a new chick home every single day. This was not only when she was in the hostel, but it also happened when she was at home, and that was something she was never very happy about.Just like the other day, her dad brought home a chick who was only a couple of years older than his own daughter, Jean. She was such a good-looking female whose beauty, body movements and dressing sense were enough to sow the seed of insecurity and also a little jealousy in Jean’s mind. Those feelings for her had nothing to do with that her dad had a date, but rather it was all about that some random girl was keeping Jean’s dad away from her.Seeing her father happy made her feel good for him, but all that jazz only deprived her of his love and attention. Also, he spent more time with random
.At Marie’s Home.Just as soon as Delilah rushed to open the door when the doorbell rang, she was feeling satisfied to a different level. That was only because she read Marie’s diary and had a point or two to put her down by confronting her. Even though Marie was supposedly her step-daughter, Delilah never treated her such. She had an internal grudge against her for whatever reason that played in her head.Her heart was throbbing with excitement. Delilah was a mean lady for wanting to trouble the little girl intentionally. Marie had never interfered in anything that her step-mother did and yet her step-mother had nothing else to do other than not just interfering in Marie’s doings but also spoiling things for her either by talking about her to Mr. Jones behind her back or by being successful in her filthy plans to make Marie look bad in front of everyone.The minute she opened the door to welcome both
As Marie complained to her father about her step-mother reading her personal diary, she started crying before she completed her sentence. Her hands held Mr. Jones tighter now, which made it seem as if she was broken down and scared to leave him. The father-daughter bond was still very much intact despite Delilah’s constant try to break them apart.Mr. Jones widened his eyes as he heard his daughter tell him that. He did not have any other option because the last thing that a father would like to see is his daughter in such a condition. In fact, not even the last thing because that is something no father will ever want to see his daughter in such a critical condition; emotionally broken down.He immediately looked at Delilah who was still seated on the couch and was making faces at Marie even though she was not looking at her. She was a weird lady who did not have any feelings for her step-daughter, and she was too afraid to say that. A
The next day was Saturday, and Mr. Jones was off from work. Morning rituals were just like any other day that started with the morning coffee and then freshening up, followed by breakfast while the news channel that played each day on television was on. After all, the tasks which happened daily were done, Mr. Jones walked in the corridor that led to his daughters’ room and knocked on the door.It was surprising to him that Marie, who generally woke up after he left home for work, had already taken a bath and was completely ready to begin her day.“Good morning, my girl!” Mr. Jones greeted Marie.“Good morning, dad,” Marie said as she hugged Mr. Jones.“What’s my girl up to?”“Dad, I need your permission.”“Come, sweety. Let us sit together for a little while. How about we go outside to the lawn?” Mr. Jones asked making it seem rhetorical.