Wanting Winter(62)

“That’s good. If you need anything, just keep me posted.” She gives me a hug and I hug her back, looking at Neil as his eyes look deep into mine.



Each day, Patrick fucks me when he knows we are alone and in doing so, I fuck Neil to balance out the power. I feel better when I fuck Neil; I feel better when I’m around Candice when Neil is close by. I feel this satisfaction. I want to keep up with feeling satisfied.

It’s weird what you hear when you don’t talk but can only listen. This school really is a gossip mill and the things I find out, make me want to punish those who fucked with my life.

The only way to do that is to fuck with theirs.

I am in the girls’ changing rooms when I spot Trish, Joshua’s girlfriend. I have heard rumors that she is bisexual. She prefers girls, but she is in the closest. I know it’s bitchy of me, but I want to see how faithful she really is.

She’s pulled something during cheerleading practice, and she has an ice pack on her leg, waving her friends goodbye as they leave her.

I walk towards her and she smiles when she spots me. I sit next to her pointing to her leg.

“I just hurt it. It just needs to be massaged and it should be fine,” she tells me.

I take hold of her leg, putting it on my lap, and I start rubbing my fingers into the tightened muscle.

“You don’t need to do that.”

I wave her off.

She closes her eyes and I continue rubbing up and down along her leg. I see the calm relaxed look in her face.

I rub up higher and she doesn’t protest so I keep going until I reach her upper thighs. Her eyes remain closed and I start going back down. I swear I hear her whimper. I notice she has moved closer to me, her legs opening a little more. I go back up, closer to her pussy, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. I pretend to accidentally touch her there and then massage back down, teasing her.

She opens her eyes and looks at me; I look at her back and see the desire in them.

We don’t break eye contact, and when I glide my hands higher, she opens her legs a little more.

I start rubbing over her wet panties and lean down, pushing her underwear aside, and taking a lick between her wet folds.

She cries out.

I have always wanted to go down on a girl to see what it is like.

She tastes so sweet.

I continue licking, and when I get to her clit, I suck really hard, entering two fingers inside her.

When she screams out her release, I suck up every drop of her.

She quickly sits up, looking shocked at herself. “We shouldn’t have done that. Oh, my god, Joshua will end it with me if he finds out.” She panics.

I take hold of her hand pointing to my mouth shrugging.

“That can’t happen again, Winter.” She stands up, but I quickly stand up, kissing her so she can taste herself and she kisses me back before running out of the room.

I smile.

People really shouldn’t fuck with me.



It did happen again.

I am fucking three people.

One, I feel disgusted with, but my body seems to like Patrick when he touches it, I seem to want more, but he is losing the power: I say when it happens, well not technically as I don’t talk, but I don’t let him decide when he is going to fuck me.

I decide.

If we are alone, I fuck him. I hate every single minute of it; I feel sick after, but my body seems to crave for his touch, for him to hurt me, but I replace it with anger, letting the anger guide me.

When I’m alone with Neil, I fuck him. I really enjoy fucking him. I have fucked him in his place; I have even fucked him at mine when we’ve all hung out to watch movies. Knowing that his precious girlfriend is just a few feet away turns me on even more.

When I’m alone with Trish, I fuck her. She calls me, messages me for more, begging for me to touch her. I guess Joshua isn’t satisfying her as much as he should.

A few weeks go on and no one seems to notice.

Everyone is still trying to get me to talk and I have finally decided that I am ready.

I am going to talk.

And in the process, I will bring every fucker down.



The school has been told to go to the gymnasium for a required assembly. I have written a note, to my parents, the police and the Dean to tell them that I am ready to talk, but that I need to do so in public, in my own way, in front of my peers.

I am ready to gain my full power back.

To be the new improved Winter.

The Winter that I know the guys are going to hate.

“Students, teachers. As you know, a student here went through something that no one should ever have to go through. She has shown such courage and bravery coming back to continue on with her life. Even though it has changed her, she keeps on fighting,” The Dean says. Everyone quietens, listening to see where he is going with this.

“Are you sure you want to do this sweetie?” my mom asks me, looking at me with scared eyes, but I nod. “If you need me, I am right here.” She hugs me.

“After months of silence, she is ready to talk, to tell us her story, so let’s hear her out.” He waves his arm out for me to come, and I take in a deep breath, walking onto the stage, seeing the whole school watching me, whispering among each other.

I look at Trent, Candice, Drake, Joshua, Neil, and Trish who are all looking at me in shock, and it’s then that I look at Patrick.