The Little Girl's REVENGE

Our Second Fight

OUR SECOND FIGHT

Pete sang in a soft, lilting voice as she withdrew the yellow curtains from her window. Her lips parted as her cheeks curled upwards for an uncontrovertible smile. For the past two weeks, her life felt different. Maybe it was because Heather had agreed to be her girlfriend.

With her, everything felt right. The sparkle she yearned for in her previous relationships, she found in her current relationship. She crimmed her eyes against the morning sun, closing back the curtains she had once withdrawn. As others marvelled at the morning sun, she despised it. It made her almond-shaped, jewel-green eyes weak.

Jumping from her bed, she ran downstairs to have her breakfast.

"Ding!" Her phone chimed, and her heart skipped a beat. Blushing, she giggled as she hurriedly read the message. It was from none other than her gorgeous girlfriend, Heather.

"Aren’t you coming to escort me to the airport or are you afraid you will cry in front of me?" The message was read.

Her face dropped as tears built in her eyes. She had totally forgotten. Heather was going abroad. Though she was happy for her, something didn’t feel right. The way her parents smiled at her two weeks ago when they promised to take her abroad creeped her out. Even Heather’s siblings wore disturbing smiles that day.

She tried reasoning with Heather by asking her to let go of the thought, but she ignored her, claiming she was becoming clingy.

"I thought you would change your mind. The trip doesn’t feel good. Don’t go to Heath." She replied to her message.

Just like always, Heather told her she would go no matter what she thought. Swallowing the painful lump on her throat, she went upstairs to take a shower.

She was not in the mood for arguing because that’s what they do whenever she brings the topic to the table. Putting on her black ripped jeans and a white cropped top, she went towards Heather's mansion.

She found her sitting in their lobby area, as she had expected. Her pink suitecase sat beside her, and a girlish smile of intense happiness was flashed around her face.

"I thought you wouldn’t come." She giggled, jumping on her arms like she always does.

Together, they dragged the suitcase and made their way towards Pete’s car. Heather jumped into the front seat, giggling, as her suitcase lay comfortably in the back seat.

"Pete, I know why you are wondering why my parents will suddenly want to send me abroad. " "You and I know they don’t like me, so it was easy for them to agree." Heather tried to explain, but Pete focused ahead as if the conversation were not important at all.

"Does that explain the creepy smiles on their faces?" She asked after an uncomfortable silence.

"Not again, Pete." Heather flared up.

Pate slammed the brakes, making the car come to an immediate halt. It oversped, hitting the rails beside the road. Thank goodness there was a car parked at the end of the rails. With head-on collusion, the car stopped. Heather gulped nervously, looking at Pete. That was the second time she saw her burning in anger. Her nose had already flared and her breath was becoming heavy.

"I didn’t mean it that way, Pete." She explained her fidgeting in her seat. "I meant not now." She tried exerting herself further.

Pulling the car away from the rails, Pete sped towards the international airport. Upon arrival, she dragged the suitecase out of the backseat and asked Heather to get out of the car.

"Don’t send me off like this, Pete. I won’t be able to see you for the next two years. Calm down, please." Heather begged, hugging her from behind.

Slowly, she felt herself calming down; her breath was becoming normal. Her hug always worked. That’s why she threw herself onto her arms whenever she was angry with her.

"Won’t you stay behind?" asked Pete, facing her. When she got no response, she slammed her lips on hers, kissing her hungrily. As she carried her back to the car, she tore the stitching on her white crop top at her well-shaped, tender round boobs.

Pinching her black nipples, she sucked them like a hungry baby. Heather moaned playing with her hair. She knew that was their last kiss. They will share another one after two years. She lifted her denim blue skirt and pulled her lingerie sideways, her fingers resting on her wet cunt.

"So you were ready for me?" Pete whistled against her left ear. Trailing kisses on her jawline and nibbling her ears, she started sucking on her boobs again. Heather moaned, trying to create friction against their bodies. Pete had tied her hands with her torn lingerie above her head.

"Pete, I want to touch you, please." She begged, trying to move her hips to search for any type of friction with her clothes that might make her feel better. Pete was clever enough because she never allowed their bodies to create any friction.

Pete smirked and pushed her head up, grabbing a fistful of her hair. A gasp escaped Heather's mouth, and, taking that as an advantage, Pete spat on her mouth, and that was all it took before she felt more aroused. Her walls tightened around Pete's fingers as she reached her climax.

"I didn’t expect you to come so fast?" Pete whispered, licking her fingers. She shakes her head, roaming her hands all over her chest, fondling and pinching her hard black nipples.

"Pete, please. I can’t take it anymore." Heather trembled.

"Please what? "I need words, Heath." Pete smirked.

"Fuck me like you always do. Make it rough. "Torture me or anything. I deserve it." She demanded.

Getting away from her, Pete took a pink vibrator from the back seat and rammed it in her pussy. Caught off-guard, Heather gasped, tilting her head, giving Pete more access to her neck.

"I'm in a good mood right now, so I’ll do whatever you want me to do, sweety." Pete whispered, biting her bottom lip, to tease her. Turning the vibrator from minimum to maximum, she moved upwards and slammed her lips together before biting her bottom lips.

Heather quivered in both pain and pleasure as she tasted the mettalic taste of her own blood.

"Don’t cum too soon, Heath." Pete whistled against her left ear. Nodding, Heather closed her eyes as she let herself be carried away by the feelings. She realized she liked whatever Pete did to her, but she liked her more.

She felt Pete’s fingers thrusting into her, at first slowly and then faster. Sneaking her hands downward, she grabbed Pete’s and begged her to stop.

"Slow down, Pete. Am. Am cummimg." She cried.

"Try to hold on, Heath. Don’t cum too soon." She whisphered. Heather agreed, whimpering as she tried her best to hold back.

"Pete.." She whisphered and she looked up at her, "kiss me." She asked her.

Wasting no time, Pete claimed her mouth, and an orgasm built inside of her. She felt her lower abdomen tightening before releasing herself.

"I will miss you, Pete." Heather said, burying her head on her chest.