Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I know, all right? I know. I wasn’t afraid. I was…
Jealous. I’ve wanted this since we were freshmen, that first day we met,
before the fighting started.
And when I knew she liked me, I was so happy, but…
Ashamed. Tears spike my eyelashes, even with as happy as I am right
now. I was so ashamed.
She brings one hand up, grabs the back of my neck and takes my bottom
lip between her teeth. I pause, savoring the fire blazing inside my body.
Our foreheads meet again. “We have to stop,” I murmur.
I fumble and squirm, trying to push her away, damn near wrecked
because I’m aching for this. I don’t want to let her go.
But she doesn’t let me. “No,” she bites out in a whisper. Her mouth
crashes down on mine again, and I can’t fight. I hold her head, soaking up
how soft she is. How beautiful she smells and how hot her mouth is.
I barely notice as she lifts up my skirt and yanks down my panties just
enough to bare my sex, but then she fiddles with her own clothes between us,
and in a moment, she’s on me. Her pussy rubs against mine, and I pull away
from her mouth to moan as she grinds on me, the friction of our skin
agonizing.
Agonizing but perfect. It’s hot and wet and…
She grips my ass, her head dipped into my shoulder as I wrap my arms
around her neck and meet her rhythm, both of us fucking against the lockers.
“Ugh!” I cry out as she goes at me.
I’m consumed. This is what it feels like. This is what right feels like. It
was always wrong before. Kissing someone. Letting them touch me. I never
had that burn low in my belly.
I was never hungry.
Until her.
I sink into her mouth again, kissing, sucking, tasting…
At least there’s this. I thought hating her was enough. If I couldn’t have
this, at least I had her attention. Even if it was bad.
At least I could destroy what I was going to lose anyway in three months
when we graduated, and I couldn’t look at her every day anymore.
But God, I do hate her. Her smile and her red lips. The way she smudges
her dumb eyeliner, making her eyes look smoky and captivating, and her wild
hair that always looks like it flew through the wind before she put it up in a
ponytail.