The Manga Girl

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Nick stood outside Lucy’s door, wracked with indecision. Steam billowed out of the open bathroom door and the air was filled with the aroma of her lemon scented soap. He had been determined to finally put an end to this torture one way or another but at the last moment it seemed his nerve had failed him.

He was about to turn back when Lucy’s door opened. She had a towel tied around her torso and another wrapped around her head. All of a sudden, she looked extremely small and vulnerable.

“Nick,” she said. “I heard a noise. Is everything okay?”

Nick just looked at her, unable to articulate how much he wanted her at that moment.

“Did I make too much noise coming in? Some friends dropped me off,” she said.

“No,” Nick said hoarsely. “I wasn’t asleep.”

She looked at him curiously and her eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his boxer shorts. He didn’t try to hide it. He had come this far, it was all or nothing now.

“I thought you said I was safe,” she said, but she didn’t look afraid.

“You are,” Nick said. “If you want to be.”

She reached up, revealing her smooth armpits, and undid the towel around her head. Her damp hair fell around her shoulders and her skin glowed, fresh from her bath.

“I haven’t shown you my art as I promised,” she said, standing to one side. “Would you like to see it?”

Even with the s****l charge that was crackling between them, she still had to be a smart mouth. But it was an invitation, nonetheless.

“That would be nice,” he managed.

Lucy picked up a stack of sketchpads and they sat side by side, thighs barely touching, on the bed. She opened one of the books so that it straddled both of their laps. Nick tried to concentrate as Lucy turned the pages wordlessly, feeling the warmth of her body and the caress of her toes against his feet.

Most of the pictures were landscapes, animals, trees and flowers, and a couple of figure studies, all rendered in the same precise style.

“These are excellent,” Nick said. They really were, but it wouldn’t have mattered if they were terrible - he could have continued sitting next to her forever. She picked up the next tablet. This one was filled with manga cartoon girls, brightly colored with pastels, little nymphets with large green eyes and impossibly bright red, blue and yellow hair.

“I do these for fun more than anything else,” Lucy smiled. She put the book to one side and turned to face him. “So what do you think?”

Nick looked into her fathomless eyes and touched her cheek. “Incredible,” he said. “Just amazing.”

They were just inches apart now, and her breath was hot on his face. He traced his finger down her neck and over her shoulders. He leaned towards her and she raised her face and their lips touched. There seemed no need to hurry and they remained connected like that, unmoving, feeling the energy flowing between them. Then Lucy’s little pink tongue popped out and flicked between Nick’s lips.

Suddenly they were lying down together, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Lucy’s towel came undone and Nick felt her breasts against his chest. Her breathing quickened and she threw one naked leg around his waist, the thrashing of her tongue becoming more urgent.

Nick felt himself losing control as she thrust her hand into the opening in his shorts and pulled out his prick. She was panting heavily into his throat now, making guttural noises and rubbing her now exposed mound against his thigh.

It was all happening too fast. Lucy was going crazy. Nick found himself on his back as Lucy ripped his shorts down and straddled him. She leaned forward and grabbed his hair, pushing her labia against the length of his shaft. She bore down on him again, grinding her body against his, and sticking her wet tongue into his ear. She was like a wild cat. It was more like a fight, than making love. Again, she clamped her mouth over his, banging their teeth together, and he tasted blood. With some effort, he managed to push her off him.

“Lucy,” he gasped. “Slow down!”

She looked down at him, her hair strewn across her face, her breasts swaying.

“You’re going too fast,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

Lucy didn’t seem to hear him. Her eyes glazed with lust, she slipped down the bed and began kissing his c**k. Grateful for the reprieve, Nick lay back and relished the dart of her tongue around his glans. Then she went lower and took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked on it hard.

“Ah! That hurts!” Nick said sitting up, but Lucy didn’t let go. All he could see was the top of her head as she sucked harder on his testis which was now beginning to ache.

He grabbed each side of her head and pulled her off him.

“Take it easy!”

She knelt at the end of the bed, her body quivering, n*****s erect.

“f**k off!” she yelled, her eyes flashing venom.

“What?”

“I said get out!”

“Wait, Lucy, I want to… but you’re like a tornado. Can’t we slow it down a bit?”

She grinned at him unpleasantly.

“I was right about you,” she said. “You’re f*****g gay!”

“Hey!”

“You came here to f**k me, but you can’t handle it. Well, now I’ve lost interest. If you can’t do it, I’ll find someone who can.”

She stood up, and even in his shocked confusion, Nick was stunned by her breathtaking beauty. It was the first time he’d had an opportunity to see her completely naked.

“Go on,” she flung one arm out towards the door.

“Lucy, can’t we…?”

“No.”

Nick picked up his shorts, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Just as he reached the door, Lucy said, “Wait until I tell Summer about this.”

She seemed to have calmed down and her voice was more mocking than angry. You b***h! he thought. Is that what this was all about? You let me in just to humiliate me?

Slowly, he turned to face her. “You want to f**k, then we’ll f**k,” he said in a low voice.

She looked down at his crotch and smirked. “With what?”

Nick didn’t have to look down to know that he had lost his erection.

He was suddenly enveloped in a consuming whirlwind of rage. Lucy had succeeded in dredging up a primordial being that Nick had never known existed. Before he knew what had happened, he was back on the bed and had delivered a backhand to Lucy’s face. Her head snapped around but she quickly recovered and smiled up at him, a feral glint in her eyes.

“Is that the best you can do?” she hissed. “You come in here to rape but because you’re not capable, you have to beat up on a young girl?”

Nick was beyond rational thinking now. He slapped her again and Lucy went for his face with her nails, but Nick grabbed her slim wrists and easily held her down. He sat on top of her, and the blood rushed to his p***s which jutted between her breasts.

Lucy seemed to be aware of this because she said, “Come on then, rape me!”

Nick noticed a change in her voice however and he realized she was becoming excited. He thought about the bondage drawings and how he had begun to be featured in them, and he began to understand.

She wants it this way! She’s not into gentle lovemaking and she deliberately goaded me into this.

It no longer mattered. She was lying naked beneath him, her arms pinned, unable to get away. Yes, he guessed this was rape, but if he stopped now, what difference would it make? She could still go to the cops and have him charged with s****l assault.

He let go of her hands and roughly twisted her over onto her stomach. Then he slipped one hand underneath her and hauled her up onto her knees. She started to struggle, but Nick barked at her, “Stay the f**k where you are!”

Incredibly, she did.

“Open up, you cunt!” he shouted, slapping the insides of her thighs. Again, Lucy complied, displaying her neatly packaged and hairless mons. Even in his agitated and deranged state, Nick paused to appreciate the view. This was Lucy, the stuff of his dreams, exposing herself to him in the most submissive of positions. Then he brought his open hand down across her buttocks as hard as he could.

“Didn’t hurt!” Lucy cried out.

Nick gave her another one, then another, and from the sounds Lucy made, they were certainly hurting now. Her ass cheeks were coming up bright pink and her thighs were quivering.

“You still think I’m gay?” Nick snarled, landing yet another stinging blow.

“Yes,” Lucy sobbed into the pillow.

“Want me to prove I’m not?”

“Yes,” she sniffed again.

Nick had never laid a hand on a girl in his life but somehow, Lucy had drawn this out of him. He took his stiffened member in hand and pressed the swollen glans against her p***y lips. He was going to be rough and he didn’t care if he hurt her. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he was inside her and discovered that Lucy was already well lubricated - in fact; she was dripping, her bodily secretions coating her inner thighs. He grabbed her hips and started pumping into her. He hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but he was past caring now. Her p***y was tight and warm as he made long thrusts into her body. He grabbed her small waist and she arched her back, impaling herself deeper.

“How’s this for gay?” he asked.

Lucy didn’t reply. She was making little high-pitched yelping sounds with each thrust of his c**k. Nick quickly built up momentum. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was animal lust, and he needed release. It came quicker than he expected, a hot rush of his seed flooding into her.

Lucy remained in position, ass up, head down, as his dam broke and he emptied his load into her womb. As his orgasm subsided, so did all of the fury and the passion. Looking down at Lucy’s sore ass and her compliant posture, he suddenly felt sorry for her. In the throes of his pent-up passion, he had blamed her for provoking him, but there was no point in denying the fact that it was he who had entered her room.

He slipped out of her moist depths and turned her over. “Are you okay?” he whispered, lying beside her.

He half expected a sarcastic response, but Lucy merely nodded and buried her face against his neck.

Nick pulled the sheet over them, turned off the Chinese lantern, and tried to slow down the raging torrents in his head.