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Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Everything was so...intense. Her mind was beginning to blur around the edges, and her flesh, goodness...she felt so flushed. Almost unbearably so, to the point she wanted nothing more than to merely strip herself of her confining dress, and lay out with a breeze brushing across her bared form. Was this how every kiss felt? Caroline didn't know. She knew absolutely nothing when it came to this sort of thing...and, it certainly showed. She barely moved an inch, as her mouth continued to move tentatively against his own, trying her best, not to nick his lips with her teeth, or awkwardly stick her tongue within the recesses of his mouth. Considering, Flynn hadn't laughed at her, or pulled away, disgusted...maybe she was doing something right. That only lasted for so long, however. Soon enough, he did pull away from her. Leaving her there, her eyes still closed, and lips adorably puckered. There was a prominent blush creeping against her cheeks, and over the bridge of her nose. She was absolutely smitten, and it took her a moment or two, to realize that his face was no longer near her own. Hesitantly, did she let her lashes part...one hue opening, and then, the other. Gazing towards him, and coming to terms with the fact that her chest was heaving at a million miles per hour, she could barely contain herself. What in the world, had just happened to her? It felt almost...otherworldly...the pleasure that had coursed through her, as if it were tangible matter itself. Her parents would have her head, if they knew she had just swapped spit with her rebel of a boyfriend. I... He wanted to wait? But for what? Confused, she looked down, and briefly recalled that he had brushed out the wrinkles of her dress. His hand...it had been... Oh...oh no... Caroline jerked back, sending her books clattering to the ground. I, I'm so sorry...I...I shouldn't have let you... Gosh! She was acting like a whore! Embarrassed, and worried of the condition of her novels, she immediately got to her knees, trying to gather them up as quickly as possible. The smallest of them was beneath the bench, and whilst reaching to get it, she managed to bump her head quite viciously, against the stone ledge. Nngh.. Groaning, she fell back onto her plump rear, grasping at her forehead gingerly, and trying to rub away the obvious discomfort. She was such a klutz in the most inconvenient of times, and before she looked up towards Flynn, utterly ashamed at the fact that she hadn't stopped him, but rather, he had stopped her. What sort of girl was she? The only one who deserved her love was God, and while she knew she would never purposely place herself within the hands of Satan...the hands of Flynn were far more tempting, than they should be. A huff, and she shook her head, feeling as small as a spec of dust. I'm sorry...I didn't realize what I was doing, I...I should have known better... Her voice, was barley a squeak.
Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Her books were still on the ground, but that didn't matter right now. The only thing she really cared about, was the fact that Flynn had helped her off the ground, and was now comforting her as best he could. The young girl happily accepted his kind gesture, and let her body, as confused as it currently felt, lean into him heavily. A long, exasperated sigh could be heard, and she allowed her eyes to close. This was all so overwhelming, and though she knew...all she had done was kiss him, she couldn't help but feel considerably dirty. Perhaps it was caused by the fact that the act of carnality had felt...dare she say it...normal? It had been wonderful, as if Flynn had awoken a side of her, that she didn't know to exist. His words made her happy, but it did nothing to ease the toiling tribulation currently plaguing her system. Finally after a moment of thought, she tipped her head up, their noses brushing. Her forehead was now marred with a small red bump, her bangs having parted in her haste, to reveal the flaw. It...it's not bad, I suppose. We're...we're in a relationship, and... Erm, this was very difficult to explain, given, she had never been in this situation before. Trying to make a good enough excuse, to allow herself the joy of freely kissing her boyfriend? It seemed silly, but it was what Caroline was doing. It was the only way... I don't feel guilty for kissing you, Flynn, she finally admitted, lips pursing and brows furrowing in a bout of determination. I feel bad because...well...I don't know if I would have stopped you, to be honest. I...no one has ever made me feel that way, and when you touch me...it...it feels so nice, like it's suppose to happen, y'know? As if...you were meant to be the one to show me all those things. I shouldn't want that, though...I should just say no to it. The temptation, that's what's so sinful...I need to...I need to be strong, but, gosh... She huffed, shaking her head, I don't want to be strong against kissing you. I want to kiss you. I enjoyed it.
Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Maybe it was for the better, that her answer was as simple as another kiss. It certainly shut Caroline right up. In fact, so much so, she would happily vouch to be forever mute, if it meant that her mouth would be given the utmost pleasure, of having Flynn's attached to it. It was enlightening, feeling his soft, full lips move across her like fluttering wings. Tenderly, their tastes once more began to meld into a tangy melody, before his teeth paid tribute to the plump petal ripe for the taking. She was pretty sure by this point, that she wanted to kiss only one person for the rest of her life. Flynn was special, that was obvious. He was her best friend...and while he did some very strange, uncomfortable things to her body, Caroline was more than eager for him to continue on his quest of corruption. Perhaps it wasn't corruption, but rather, the mere joining of knowledge and body. Her world was suddenly tilted back, and before she knew it, she found herself laying flat against the bench. A soft, mere whimper of brief worry was heard, a sign that she hadn't quite expected him to be so bold. However, he once more managed to ease her fretful heart. With the workings of his wicked, addictive mouth traversing down the expanse of her bare neck, to the delicate protrusion of her collarbones...he had her squirming beneath him, a sight that many thought would never come true. Caroline Saunders, practically pinned beneath a boy, and willingly allowing for him to speckle her virginal flesh with kisses? Absurd! Stop teasing me, she retorted in a pout, unable to help but feel so utterly vulnerable. It was strange, a bubbling mess of warmth and prickles, beginning to spread throughout her lower half. Having him hovering above her, unable to move...as if she would want to anyway, Caroline was happily experiencing something that she had never imagined. Oh, Flynn...why did he have to make her so... mmm ?! Not before long, she was thrown for another loop. Squealing out her distress, her sensitive sides were assaulted with his badgering hands, forcing her to arch and wriggle about helplessly. Strung up like a guitar string, she could barely fend him off, those loud, joyous giggles escaping her flawlessly, whilst she swatted weakly at him, trying to rid herself of his devious attack. Flynn! S-stop, Flynnn...n-no! Not there! Caroline tossed her head back and filled the air with an abundance of adorable sounds, her legs working, kicking and eventually forcing her sundress to slide ever so inconspicuously up her flawless thighs. There, the vision of her small, purely white panties was revealed, showcasing the tender frame hidden beneath the layers of cotton. Unaware, she looked up to him, a smile so vivid plastered upon her flushed, cringing face. This...t-this isn't fair...!
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She could barely keep her breathing at a steady pace, the utter exuberance of being helplessly attacked by tickles, certainly getting the best of her. It was only when their eyes locked, and silence slowly began to creep up, did she realize what was about to happen. Flynn had that look...the look that told Caroline that he was waiting for a reaction, hesitantly, trying to gauge her for something particular. Before the strawberry blonde girl could actually tune in to what her boyfriend had in mind, it was far too late. Suddenly, his fingers were crawling up her inner thigh, and in turn forcing her body to tense up. Oh, no...he wasn't going to... He was. Caroline gasped out, the barely there caress against her womanhood forcing an uproar of alien sensations to take over. Almost immediately, heat began to swell inside of her lower body, pinpointing right where Flynn was currently stroking. It took quite a bit of inner strength for her to not faint right then and there upon the stone bench, the sheer idea of having his hand tucked up between her legs, having been something that often than not, got the better of her. A shaky exhale, and soon enough her lips were absorbed in another kiss, forcing her to endure the treatment he was currently blessing her with. It felt...so good. Almost too good, to the point, her eyes were already rolling into the back of her head, and her hips, began to unconsciously arch upwards. An attempt to sought out more of the friction, she was a bundle of frazzled nerves, every little brush of those digits urging her towards another sweet sound of distress. Thankful for him distracting her, she reached then, tangling her hands within his dark locks, a grip tight and unmoving...desperate to have stability. Upon that sunny, brilliant Tuesday afternoon...books still scattered across the pavement, whilst a lone peanut butter and jelly sandwich had fallen to its dismay, lost forever to the gluttonous ants below. Caroline Saunders was experiencing her first true bout of pleasure. It showed in the way she withered beneath him, chest rising and falling quicker...and those toes curled so much that...one sandal managed to slip off of a delicate foot. Ugh, I love it! Saving it forever!
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This was what heaven was like...wasn't it? To have the adorable head of your boyfriend tucked up between your thighs, lapping happily at your slit, making you arch up, cry out and feel something so otherworldly, the sheer act of breathing, was far too much to do. Caroline hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath, until her lungs began to burn, and she sucked in some much needed oxygen. He was forcing the young girl to go through some very intense, embarrassing, and utterly confusing sensations. She was worried...on how she tasted, sounded...what she looked like, if she was everything he had hoped her to be, and more. Goodness, all she wanted was for Flynn to enjoy this as much as she was. It seemed a little silly, considering, she was already such a giving...selfless girl. A quivering exclaim of inconsistent, unrecognizable words, and she found herself quickly falling into a very dark, intense void. What was happening to her? Why were her muscles tightening up so much? Her flesh...it was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Was something wrong? It was as if someone was pinning her down right where she lay, unable to do anything else, but merely voice out her mounting frustration and enjoyment. Everything he touched, from that intact hymen, to her puckered hole...which only had her jerking against him nervously, was simply on fire. Caroline couldn't decipher between reality and fantasy, the sunlight a sheer blur at the edges of her vision. Nothing else mattered, and she could have sworn she heard something just then. What...what was that? Lashes fluttered, and she tried to focus her attention towards the lazily rolling clouds above, a bit frightened, at how useless she felt. This wasn't normal...was it? Flynn had to be magical, or, perhaps her body was far more deprived than she had initially thought it to be. Just then, as she was reeled to her small world of virtue and belief, she experienced it. Everything flashed white, the buzzing of the bell faded away, and she exclaimed. A beautiful, joyous sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Caroline screamed, arching off of the bench, whilst her tiny frame shuddered violently, and her sweet nectar flowed generously. It hit her unexpectedly, the force akin to a freight train. Over and over again, it rolled through her, coating her every nerve, and enticing the previously virginal sweetheart into a world she knew nothing about. Flynn had done it. He gave Caroline Saunders, the perfect image of sanctity, her first orgasm.
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She wanted to take him home. To settle him down on her bed, put ice on his sore face, kiss away his bruises and sing him a lullaby. It was a thought that saved her from the onslaught of jeering, her face perpetually shoved up against Flynn's chest, eyes closed tight, whilst she shuddered in discomfort. They had hurt him. On her own behalf. It made her sick to her stomach, and while her tiny hands fisted into his t-shirt, refusing to let go, she could only hope that she hadn't added onto the weight of his pain, with practically tackling him to the ground. Caroline had acted on a whim, and while she could have gotten hurt herself, it would've been worth it. Like a ray of sunshine parting gray clouds, Coach Bowman's voice thundered across the snickers of onlooking fiends. Words were exchanged, false claims, and immediately she turned her head, gazing over towards Chad and Elizabeth with unchecked fury. How dare they say such a thing... Caroline could barely stand even looking at them, her lips pursing in an attempt to calm her words. She would tell the truth. They started beating him, she said, those tears still very present upon her face, wetting the long lashes which continued to flutter. They saw us walking together...and Chad, along with his two friends... She pointed to each one of them, a slender digit punishing them with recognition. Held Flynn down...and were beating him. I had to jump on him to save him from another punch, she admitted, feeling no regrets, and certainly no guilt. If it was up to her, they would all get what was coming to them. They deserved to be exposed for what they truly were. While she was a good kid, she was quickly becoming to realize that she would do just about anything, for those she cared about. Specifically, just Flynn at the moment. He was far more special to her than she had ever dared to realize. He made her happy...the happiest she had ever been in her young life.
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She was going to pay a hard, and heavy price for what she had managed to do today. Her life, as far as she knew it, was going to change. For the better, and for the worse. Whatever did come her way, however, she would take it in stride. Throughout her entire existence, she had always been different. Cut out of the norm, and picked upon due to her religious background. Though she barely spoke a single word to anyone, they felt the need to feel threatened by her sheer presence. Perhaps it was the fact that she saw right through their false identities. Their countless lies, in hopes to impress those around them. None of them fooled her, and they all knew it. She was a force to not be reckoned with, standing her ground, even if she had done so quietly...and with the patience of a saint. Though exhausting, she managed. With her mouth tingling after their kiss, she led him to the nurse's office, the kind woman of middle-age, with a pig-like nose and pudgy belly. She was as sweet as a gumdrop, always managing to say, and do what was necessary. The moment she saw the two pass the threshold into her sterilized haven of remedies, she immediately had Flynn lay down on the nearby cot, going off to fetch him some ice. Caroline was by his side, settled against him, her small hand clutching onto his much larger one. His cheek looked so swollen, so red and angry...it made her sniffle, trying to hold back the urge to renew her tears. Here you go, sunshine... The nurse called out, handing over an ice-pack. Grateful, the young girl donned in pure white smiled towards the woman, before she gingerly placed the chilled block against her boyfriend's face. With a sigh, she leaned over him, pressing her lips to his forehead. Are you okay, she asked in a whisper, hoping to God, that it didn't hurt as much as it looked like it would. She didn't want him in pain...
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Her beloved Flynn had her giggling, the sweet sounds surely a welcomed change, compared to the previous abuse they had underwent. Smiling to him, her own cheeks red, but for a completely different reason, she pushed her fingers up against his hair, hoping to somehow soothe away the obvious discomfort that was plaguing him. You'll be pretty, don't worry, she murmured back, returning the tease before her expression seemed to sober up, and she gave him a shrug. To be honest, she hadn't even thought about her parents...and truthfully, she didn't want to. Especially after what she had done. She didn't want them to find out... Goodness, would she even be able to look them in the eye, after all of this? They had a hankering for finding things out. Something inside of her had changed for the better today. She felt...different. Stronger, in a way. More confident, assured of herself...and of the feelings she had for Flynn. Their relationship had managed to undergo quite the distance in the matter of a few hours. It made the strawberry blonde happy, and scared, all at the same time. I'll just tell them what happened...they'll believe it. They sort of...already think everyone in this school is a hoodlum, Caroline mused before she leaned in, and tenderly pressed her face against Flynn's bare neck. I don't want to go to my game today, she whispered, obviously quite worried about what was going to happen. Elizabeth...she's going to kill me... Oh, and she would.
Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Your face was beat into hamburger paste, and yet you're not laying down like you were told to, she berated him, but that brief expression of frustration melted away soon enough almost immediately. How could she stay mad at him, even if she truly wasn't mad at all? Flynn was adorable, and feeling his arms wrap about her, having him hold her tight to his body, it was the best feeling in the world. She almost near melted right then and there, against his form. No matter the risk she was taking, or the trouble she was going to soon find herself in, as long as Flynn could keep her trapped against him like this...she'd be fine. She just knew it. A tender sigh was the reaction she gave him, silently hoping that it really would be okay. Caroline knew she was strong, as she always had been. She could overcome any obstacle in her path, as long as she had the love of God in her heart, she'd be unstoppable. Yet...she couldn't help but feel so utterly exhausted. Why couldn't she just be happy with Flynn? Why did people have to judge them, when they had no right...or no room at all, to do such a thing? It was sickening, realizing just how horrible those she didn't even know, truly were. They passed her off as a freak, took their aggression out physically upon the one she was genuinely beginning to have feelings for...and, all for what? Because they were different ? Everyone was different. The world really was full of assholes. Selfish, greedy, spiteful and vindictive...idiotic assholes. Caroline hated it... Brought back from her muddled thoughts, she blinked, feeling his hand oh so wonderfully give her rump a playful squeeze. It had her cheeks heating up, and she couldn't help but smile, even if his arms were no longer secured about her tiny posture. Tonight was going to be a living hell, but...if he wanted to see her cute butt parade around in those tight volleyball shorts, so be it. Her days here were nothing to write home about anyway, it had always been a hassle. She'd just have to trudge through it, and not let the terrorists win. Easier said than done...but...I'll do it, she murmured gently, letting her gaze drop a bit. She had no other choice. And, while I do that... you , have to get some rest. She grabbed his wrist and tugged at him, forcing him to settle down against the cot once more. The ice-pack was gingerly placed against the side of his swollen, bruised face, and she gazed down to him, shaking her head. What am I ever going to do with you, Flynn... He was such a handful, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Because, honestly, she knew she was a handful too.
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Oh no...she knew that look. Caroline tensed up naturally, trying her best to prepare herself for whatever her boyfriend already had planned in that thieving, trickery filled brain of his. Deep down, even if she was a nervous mess, and didn't quite find any sort of confidence in herself, when it came to the more physical attributes of a relationship, she couldn't deny herself the fact that what he had done to her on that bench...had felt incredible. Flynn had made her body practically light up with arousal, something that had never been conjured within her. Something, that had been shunned from her...naturally, by the trustworthy words of her God. She needed to wait until marriage...but, that was only with penetration, correct? As long as her virginity was still intact, then, she would remain virtuous in his eyes, wouldn't she? Oh, Caroline...stop trying to find loopholes, it wasn't admirable. That was a difficult path to follow, however, while Flynn eased her small hand over his upper thigh, and down, until her lithe digits came into contact with the thick, hardening tool beneath his jeans. She immediately gazed down towards the source of such...masculinity, her eyes widening. I... What did he want her to do? It was already enough for her to simply feel it, even if the denim barrier kept her from truly experiencing him to the fullest. Her heart was racing like a freight-train in her chest, whilst her blood began to boil, and her skin grew flushed. Any moment now, the nurse could walk in, and catch them. That was the last thing Caroline needed to happen...especially after all the trouble they had already managed to get themselves into. Flynn was certainly getting the better of her, and easing the pure, innocent girl with a firm hand, towards the dark side. It did, she answered curtly, trying not to shake too much, But I...I...shouldn't...it's...