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Jenna was a quiet girl. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was pretty popular, but mostly because of her social circle, which she'd been part of since she was very young.
Her best friend was Georgie. A fun guy, kind of dumb like a lot of popular kids, but she really cared about him.
They used to drink beer late into the night and play video games, as friends. But one day, while Georgie was really drunk, he confessed something.
—I'm crazy about her —he blurted out with a goofy smile, almost falling asleep on the couch.
Jenna didn't understand at first, but after getting more information out of her friend, she figured out what was happening: he was in love.
But unexpectedly, he pulled out his phone and showed her things he shouldn't have.
Emma Myers.
A shy girl. The typical girl you'd have a stable relationship with. Sweet, submissive, kind, intelligent. A toned body, especially her legs, white as milk, big green eyes, wavy brown hair resting on her shoulders.
Jenna had noticed her long before Georgie did. Emma wasn't popular; actually, she was the smart one in class, but Jenna felt something special about that mix of sweetness and vulnerability. She really liked her, and if it hadn't been for Jenna, Georgie wouldn't even know she existed.
The videos made Jenna blush. Emma with that sweet little face, shoving her fingers inside herself forcefully, showing her naked body while saying dirty things.
But she wasn't blushing just from the heat she felt watching them. She also felt anger. Jealousy. Rage. Frustration.
Georgie laughed happily, but he was too drunk to realize that Jenna had seen all the images, all the videos. Everything.
And now she planned to do something with that.
The following Monday, she studied Emma carefully. How happy she looked, how innocent her eyes were, the way she smiled. Everything about her seemed like a mirage.
Emma went to the women's bathroom and without hesitation, Jenna followed her.
Luckily, she found her washing her hands, completely focused.
—Hey Emma —she said calmly, giving her a smile more genuine than she'd like to admit.
—H-hi? —Emma responded, confused, looking at her through the mirror.
Jenna closed the space between them, forcing Emma to look directly at her.
—I think you and I need to talk —she said—. There are some videos that... honestly, I wouldn't want anyone to see if they were mine.
Emma's eyes went wide. She understood instantly.
—What are you talking about? —she barely managed to say.
—I'm talking about you turning out to be more of a whore than you look —Jenna said, pulling out her phone from her pocket, showing Emma video after video—. And you're going to need to do what I say... because if you don't, I'm going to make sure the whole school and your parents see how dirty you are.
The silence grew heavy. Emma trembled, her eyes filled with tears. Her breathing hitched.
—Please... —she begged, her voice barely audible—. Don't do that. I'm begging you. Whatever you want, just don't post that.
Jenna stared at her. There was something about seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so broken, that stirred a mix of power and something else in her. Something darker and deeper.
Emma waited, holding her breath, not daring to move.
—Kiss me —Jenna said suddenly.
Emma blinked, confused.
—What?
—Kiss me —Jenna repeated, closing the distance between them—. And make me feel something. Because if you don't, I'm sending the videos to the school group. All of them. In five minutes.
Emma's heart was beating so hard it felt like it might burst out of her chest. She looked at Jenna's lips, then her eyes, and knew she had no choice.
Trembling, she slowly leaned in. Their lips barely brushed, a shy, nervous kiss full of fear. But Jenna didn't move, didn't respond. She just waited.
Emma tried again, this time pressing a little more, moving her lips against Jenna's, but it was still too soft, too uncertain.
Then Jenna got impatient.
With a quick movement, she grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in. Her mouth took over Emma's without hesitation, deep, demanding. Emma gasped against her lips, surprised, but Jenna didn't give her time to think. Her tongue found Emma's, playing with it, teasing her, while her other hand settled on her hip and pressed her against the sink.
Emma melted. Her hands, not knowing where to go, ended up clutching Jenna's shirt as if her life depended on it. The kiss turned wet, intense, messy. Jenna gently bit her lower lip and Emma let out another moan, more audible this time, echoing in the empty bathroom.
Jenna felt how Emma's body responded, how she relaxed against her, how her mouth grew hungrier. For a moment, it was all heat and tongue and small teeth marks. Emma was no longer kissing out of fear; she was kissing because something in that moment was burning her from the inside.
But then, just when Emma was starting to lose herself, Jenna pushed her back.
Emma opened her eyes, confused, her lips swollen and wet, her breathing heavy. Her face was red, her eyes glassy, her body trembling but no longer just from fear.
Jenna looked her up and down and let out a low, mocking laugh.
—See? —she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand—. You do know how to do it when you want to.
Emma stood frozen, not knowing what to say, feeling exposed and ridiculous.
Jenna turned around and walked toward the door. But before leaving, she stopped and looked at her over her shoulder.
—This doesn't end here —she said with a twisted smile—. I'll come find you tomorrow. And I want you to think about this all day, okay?
And without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and disappeared, leaving Emma alone, leaning against the sink, her heart racing and a mix of terror and something she didn't want to recognize burning in her chest.