Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... longed for, no… lusted for this boy for so long. It had become an obsession for her. The fact that he resisted her made it all the more maddening because she was used to getting what she wanted as far as male attention was concerned. But Tom was… different. Maybe she sensed something deeper than just teenage lust and horniness in him. Whatever it was, Sylvia wanted to be part of it… and so the obsession.

Tom on the other hand, didn’t behave like any of the boys Sylvia had taken interest in before. It was as if he didn’t even see her, at least as a girl. His lack of interest had her almost believing that he didn’t even like girls…until. Yes, that blonde haired country bumpkin Lee entered the picture. Tom did indeed like girls, just not Sylvia. The obsession became more after that, it became an identity crisis.

There was no way she was going to let Lee win out over her for Tom’s interest and affection. No way. But then tonight, at the Wilding, despite all her maneuvering and feminine whiles, he chose Lee over her. The few moments of dancing with Tom felt as if she were dancing with… with a mannequin, a robot. And then to be tricked out of his arms… it was the last straw. Sylvia was done with him. She was as much angered with herself for wasting so much time on him as she was at being made to look the fool.

If that… idiot… wanted Lee, she could have him. And then, the wreck. Sylvia had honestly thought she was about to die. Part of her would have welcomed it, to ...

... finally be out of her loneliness and living hell at home. It was so tiring to always have to be someone she wasn’t on the inside, to put up a front. People saw her as the manipulative bitch, the pretty redhead who had boys fawning at her feet. Other girls wanted to be her, or envied her… if they only knew. Still though, there was a small part, deep inside of her who longed to be free, but desperately wanted to live too.

When Tom showed up when it looked like all was lost, her heart skipped a beat… or three. Could it be? Did he really care about her, even just a little? She was afraid to give in to the hope, again. Too many times in her life Sylvia had had hope dashed and her dreams shattered, but she kept all that bottled up inside. She could not show weakness for fear of being taken advantage of, of being hurt. Yet he showed up, he saved her. Well… all four of the girls really, but he saved HER. So, as she sat there in his mother’s car as they followed the Sheriff to the hospital, she was torn.

Tom had tuned out the conversation from the backseat, as much as he could anyway, it still sounded like buzzing insects in the background of his thoughts. Those thoughts were mostly of Lee and what they had done earlier that night. He worried that something was wrong but how would he know? How would he even contact her? He didn’t have as much as a phone number. He would have to wait till he saw her at school again.

On the other hand, sitting in the passenger seat, literally within ...