Author's Note : All characters engaged in sexual acts are over 18.
Bilan sighs, tying her long hair up in a high ponytail. The 18 years old Somali beauty is inside the library right now. Earlier, the tall girl's been napping. Unfortunately, she just had a terrible nightmare about her parents. Most of her classmates can rely on and look to their mom and dad for protection and guidance. But not Bilan, though. Hers have been arrested and locked up. Her father is a refugee who came to this country a long time ago, where he met her mother, a second generation immigrant. The two married and had her, and they were a happy couple for a long time. But then Bilan's dad wanted to take her back to Somalia so he could get her through female genital mutilation.
When Bilan found out what her father had planned, she was terrified. The girl had begged her dad not to go through with it. But he didn't listen. In fact, he got so angry that he beat her several times and locked her in her bedroom. And her mother didn't help her either, being a meek, subservient wife. She was all alone. Eventually, the beautiful girl read an article online and figured out what she had to do. She hid a spoon in her underwear, setting off the metal detector at the airport. When she was taken aside, she explained everything to the officials, who promptly had both of her parents arrested for abuse and trying to take her out of the country to be mutilated.
Her uncle and grandparents are both very kind to her and took great care of the girl. They are very rich and gave her everything she needed. But there's something that is still missing from the gorgeous teen's life. Something, or rather someone, she desperately craves. Clay, a shy white boy in her class, who Bilan is deeply in love with. He is so sweet and adorable, and every time she is near him, the girl feels warm. The way he smiles at other people when talking to them, the way he bites his lower lip, how he is always in a cheerful mood. Everything about him is perfect.
He is at the restaurant across the street right now. She knows he is. She's been following him around every day for the past few months, working out his exact habit. The girl takes a deep breath and gets up from her seat. Bilan decides to go over there to see him and then try to flirt with the boy. If she doesn't do it now she might lose her nerve. The girl is usually very confident, being a sexy, gifted athlete. Her cockiness on the volleyball court comes from being very successful over the past several years. But he makes her nervous and unsure of himself when she thinks of hitting on him.
She has been obsessed with the boy ever since he defended her from racist classmates when they were younger. The athletic girl puts her book back in her bag and leaves the library. On her way to the exit of the school campus, her volleyball teammates and best friends Sheila and Amy intercept her. "Hey, Bilan!" Amy greets. "Where are you off to now?" Amy is a tall athlete, nearly as tall as Bilan is, but not quite there. She is almost as beautiful as Bilan, and so is Sheila. Both of them are just as popular as she is and they hang out all the time. Normally Bilan would go for lunch with them but she has somewhere else to be right now.
"I have an errand," Bilan replies cryptically, deciding not to tell her friends. They both think he is a dork and wouldn't agree with her dating him. If she tells them she has a crush on Clay, they'd think she is out of her mind. Bilan doesn't want that. Her friends just mean so much to her, being one of the very few people who accepted her right from middle school, before she became a stunning athlete. Back then, she didn't have many people rooting in her corner, unlike today. "Listen, I'd really love to go for some extra practice with you but I have to go right now, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," says Sheila, a broad shouldered, stocky brunette. She is even more muscular than Bilan, who is one of the strongest girls in school, but Bilan is more agile and a lot faster, as can be seen in various tournaments. "We'll see you later in the afternoon then." Then the brunette and Amy head off towards the gym. Bilan checks her makeup with the compact and then heads for the school exit. She looks at the time on her phone, glad to see that there's still forty minutes left before her next class. Clay should still be there, finishing up his lunch. He usually comes back to school with a lot of time to spare, but it would still be too early to come back now, even for him.
As soon as she's outside, she walks across the street. The girl adjusts the hem of her shirt slightly and tells herself to calm down. It's going to be okay. She is beautiful, smart and funny. And that's not just her talking herself up. A lot of people have described her that way, both girls and guys. She can charm the pants of Clay. She just needs to believe in herself, and she does. Soon she is outside the small restaurant where he often has his lunch. Opening the door, she enters it with a smile on her face. Looking around, the black Amazon quickly finds her target and approaches him.
"Hi, Clay," she says to him, sitting down opposite the object of her desire. Clay looks up from the plate and blushes. She adores how cute he is whenever his cheeks redden. It makes her enjoy smiling at him, despite feeling slightly nervous whenever she does so. "Would you mind if I join you?" Bilan asks. He quickly tells her that she is welcome too, his alabaster skin more tinged with redness than ever before. He's always eaten alone but now someone is with him, and that someone is a gorgeous athlete with an excellent sense of humour too. Of course he's flushed.
Clay struggles to chew the roasted chicken in front of her, being very self conscious. Thank goodness he got a haircut last week. Otherwise he'd be a mess right now, trying to flatten the mop that is his hair in its most usual state. "Yeah, sure. I'd really love to have lunch with you," the shy young nerd mumbles, trying to meet her eyes. Bilan giggles and Clay feels his heart skip a beat. No, he has to be in control of himself. He can not start acting like a gawking moron in front of her now. He just can't. Urgh, why does he have to be awkward like his dad? Could really use his mom's high confidence right now, but of course he couldn't just summon it.
"Thanks, baby," she replies. Clay nearly chokes on his food, unsure if he heard her correctly. Did she just call him baby right then? It can't be, right? He is just a nobody and she is the hottest girl in the school. But then Bilan says "What's the matter, baby?" Clay turns redder than ever before and she realizes why he is blushing so madly. "Oh, I get it. It is because nobody ever called you that before, right? Don't worry, Clay. I like you a lot, you know? I really want to go on a date with you. Would you be open to that?" Now he is gaping, doing a very good imitation of a fish on land.
Bilan gives him a kind look and Clay can feel himself calming down. He then takes a deep breath before saying "Yes, I'd really love to date you." Bilan is now smiling widely. She has never, ever grinned like this before. The girl knew he would say yes, even before sitting down here at the table. But it is still reassuring to hear it from his lips like this. The lips she intends to feel on her pussy soon. She is going to do all sorts of dirty stuff to him and he won't be able to say no. She is going to get everything she ever wanted. He's going to give her his lips, tongue and cock. Clay is going to cum inside her holes soon. He just doesn't know it yet.
"Great!" she says. "I'd call this our first date but it isn't fancy enough. Let me take you out on Saturday. That can be our first date." Then she orders herself orange juice and some pasta, and starts talking to him. "So before me, did you ever have a girl ask you out before? Did you ever ask a girl out on a date, Clay?" Bilan asks, despite already knowing the answer. There is no way he had ever asked a girl out, and if one had asked him out before she did, she would have known already. She is very well aware of who is dating who at their school, keeping herself up to date via various sources.
Once her food arrives, she starts eating. Clay orders himself a fruit punch to drink while he waits for her. "How do you make everything look cute?" he blurts out before he can stop himself. She looks at him curiously. "I mean, like when you wipe your lips with that paper napkin, that's cute. How do you do that?" Bilan chuckles slightly. Looks like pussy whipping him is going to be even easier than she thought it would. She might not have to put in much effort at all, judging by how he is reacting to her presence today. The tall ebony leans across the desk, her face close to his. He blushes even more now and she smirks at him impishly.
"It's not what I do, it's me," she tells him. "I'm cute, Clay. I'm very cute." His cheeks suffused with redness, he glances aside coquettishly. She seizes her chance, leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek. This makes him squeal and she giggles. "By the way, we can't tell anyone about us dating," Bilan tells him, suddenly serious. Clay frowns, confused. "I'd really love to go public with you, but my friends think you're a loser. And I can't really blame them either. I mean, you're thin and weak and can't play any sports. But don't worry. I still like you. I just can't let them know we are dating, alright?"
Hearing her say all of that stuff to him hurts his feelings, but Clay hides it well, not wanting to ruin the chance he just got. Here is the perfect girl, asking him to date her. If he has to put up with some secrecy, then so be it. He can do that. It's not too difficult. Clay nods. "Okay, I won't tell anyone we're dating," he promises her sincerely. When the bill arrives, Bilan insists on paying for him, despite him protesting. Finally, Clay says "Fine, but I'm paying for our first day." Bilan smiles and he smiles back, waiting for the receipt. Then she heads back to the school, telling him to go five minutes after her, so no one will see them together and suspect a thing.
