Chapter 7 - Raising the Flag

The light must have been from a cellphone as it was piss-weak at lighting up anything more than a few feet away. Still, I ducked back whenever it swung in my direction.

The owner of the light walked through the park as if they were looking for something or someone. I felt a brief spike of fear.

"Zoemi?"

Hearing my name called out in this place right now filled me with dread. Should I run? It was so dark that I was afraid of tripping over something before I could reach the open field.

"Are you here? Can we talk? Please?"

The voice might have sounded plaintive and pleading, but I still recognized it.

Roger Egerton.

But what the fuck was he doing here? It could only be because JR told him.

I was shaded enough by the sign that I typed out a message.

ZoemiLightBringer: Did you send Roger here?!

ZoemiLightBringer: What the actual fuck, why would you do that?

There was no response, so I locked my phone. That told me all I needed to know. JR had set me up.

"Zoemi, I just want to talk."

Roger sounded exhausted somehow.

I peeked around the sign and watched as Roger found a bench no more than 12 feet away and sat down on it. He was so fucking close to spotting me.

Roger turned his light off, but I could still make out his figure in the darkness from the glow on his screen. He was typing something before he seemed to wait.

My phone buzzed annoyingly loud in the silence of the park. I had to duck down before I looked at the screen.

J0LLy-R0g3R: Roger just wants to talk

ZoemiLightBringer: And why the fuck would I care?

J0LLy-R0g3R: Do you have anything to lose by hearing him out?

I squatted there, feeling like my breath was way too loud. My phone was too loud. Even the damn insects were too loud.

I scrolled up to the settings and turned the vibration off.

ZoemiLightBringer: Fine

JR didn't reply. I turned the screen off before peeking out again.

Roger's face was lit up by his screen. He must have been reading the message from JR.

He lowered the phone instead of turning it off. Maybe he wanted me to see him.

"Zoemi..." He seemed to struggle with words. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. For the things I called you. I didn't understand how cruel it was. Sorry for the way that I treated you for the last..."

What was he doing? Was he seriously counting on his fingers?

"Eight years."

"It's seven years," I corrected him.

Fuck. I slapped a hand over my mouth and ducked down. Why the fuck did I do that?

"Seven years?" He sounded confused. He shook his head. "Seven or eight. Does it matter? I've had a crush on you ever since the first time I saw you in elementary school. You were like the girl next door. My girl next door."

He had a crush on me? I didn't know what to think.

"I didn't know what to say, so I said stuff I'd heard on TV. I didn't know what it all meant, just that girls on TV liked it."

I peeked over the edge of the sign, but he hadn't moved.

"It didn't sound like that to me. It was plain mean," I called back.

"I didn't know then how mean it might have sounded. What I did was childish. I can't even blame my brother for giving my younger self poor advice."

"You turned everyone against me!"

I felt my eyes tearing up. Damn, I didn't want to feel like this again.

"You... you didn't deserve it. I spent way too long pretending I wasn't responsible. I can't do that anymore. I understand why you set my computer up at school. I don't blame you. I deserved it. I've been getting tons of hate mail ever since, some of them are pretty vile. The lies hurt just as much as the truth."

"I left enough evidence on your laptop to exonerate you. They should have seen it when they checked it," I called.

"Ah," he said. "I kind of smashed it in the hallway before they got to see it."

"Why the fuck would you do that? That would make you look more guilty!" I said heatedly.

"Yeah, I didn't think of that at the time. It was immature. Like the way I've treated you. You deserved an apology a long time ago, and I'm sorry that it took this for me to see what I did was wrong."

I could hear him let out a deep sigh.

"These words are ultimately meaningless. No one at school cares. I'm still Zoemi blow me. Show me Zoemi. Dummy Zoemi. Fugly Zoemi. You started them. You allowed them to continue it!"

"I know! I wish I could take it all back. I really wish I could! I want to make it right to you somehow."

"How? How would you make it right?" I asked.

"I'll apologize to the school and the class for the video."

"That only helps you!" I pointed out.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "I know. Then I can... I don't know!"

He just sat there, both of us in awkward silence, and me naked. If I hadn't felt so anxious talking to my personal nemesis, I might have had time to feel aroused by it all. As it was, I touched myself gently down there, to find myself dripping wet. Was I aroused by Roger?

I looked back at Roger. His face was lit up by his phone as he typed something.

Roger stood up. "I'll make it right for you, somehow."

He started walking away.

"How?" I called after him. "Roger? How!?"

The sign in front of me lit up, forcing me to look for its source.

It was my phone, with a message.

J0LLy-R0g3R: That's it. There are no more challenges. I'll send your stuff back. I'm really sorry for everything

What the actual fuck? I stared at the message before I looked up.

Was JR actually Roger?

This couldn't be right. Was it Roger this entire time, blackmailing me with these challenges?

I stood up from my cover, barely able to make out his silhouette.

God damn it! Fuck!

I didn't understand. None of it made sense. I needed answers. And I needed something else. Something more. I needed to stop him.

Fumbling for a moment, I got my phone light on. Now that I could see the ground, I ran after Roger.

I was glad for the light, as I almost tripped over a garbage bin and another bench seat before I was clear of the play equipment. But where was Roger?

I had to slow before I spotted the dimly lit figure walking across the open field of grass, heading towards the dark shape of a car. The park had a dedicated car park, and his car must have been parked at the furthest end. I couldn't have seen it from the park, but there was no mistaking the shape of it in the direction Roger was headed.

I ran as fast as I could after Roger, putting everything I had into catching him.

Several scenarios flashed through my mind in the seconds as I closed the distance. Call his name. Grab him from behind. Jump in front of him and slap the crap out of him.

He must have heard me approaching, as he paused and turned. His face had a look of dejection for a moment before I crashed into him bodily. I don't know what I was thinking as we tumbled to the ground. I managed to roll once before coming to a stop and righting myself.

Roger lay there on the ground amongst the grass, facing up. I didn't let him get the chance to move before leaping on him, pinning him to the ground with the weight of my body. I was prepared to fight him if need be, as he had both the height and weight advantage. He surely had experience pushing his way across a football field, but he didn't make a move.

I stared down at his face, breathing hard. He was no Timothée Chalamet or Noah Beck. But there was something about him that moved me. That face with the cute thick eyebrows, that slightly dimpled chin, those soft rouge lips, and barely ruffled dark blond hair. The first time I saw him, I felt something for him. I'd been attracted to him, and I hadn't found the courage to let go despite how he had treated me.

How can you be attracted to someone you hate? That's what I kept telling myself for all those years. Maybe I was a masochist to keep hoping that he'd change his tune.

Even in this light, I could see those piercing green eyes staring up at me, raising one of those eyebrows ever so slightly. I couldn't understand why he wasn't resisting.

"You must really hate me for coming at me like that," he said.

His eyes flickered down, making me look down. There was ample light where we were and I could see my bare breasts dangling in front of his eyes.

"Gah!"

I pulled back and covered my chest with my arm as I slipped back onto my knees.

He slowly sat up on his elbows but didn't make a move to do anything else.

Though I did squeeze my thighs together, as useless as it was while seated across his legs. I felt immensely wet down there.

"This is all your fault!" I snapped at him.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You're the one who made me strip and run here completely naked!"

"I'm sorry."

"And you made me strip naked in the back of a movie theater while my mom was there!"

"I'm sorry."

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"I'm sorry."

"I hate you."

I didn't feel the venom that usually twists my heart when I said that. I still felt awful, but I felt something else now, too. I felt so horny, sitting out here naked in front of a boy that I'd known for 7 years. A boy who had a crush on me at one time. Maybe it was those raging teenage hormones that my mother always warned me and my sisters about.

"I'm sorry."

I lowered my arm from my chest and leaned forward, causing his eyes to drop to my bare breasts for a second before he managed to draw his eyes back up to my face as I leaned in close to him.

I was staring straight into his eyes. I wasn't sure he could see how hungry I felt for him right at that moment.

"Shut up," I said.

"I'm--"

I leaned in, my hair spilling about my head as I closed my eyes and covered his lips with my own, feeling his softness against mine. It felt nice. But nicer still when he pressed back. I tilted my head, feeling like I wanted to devour him, but pulled back.

When I opened my eyes, his flickered open too, with a different look in them than a moment ago. He was puzzled and surprised.

I didn't understand what it was that I wanted from him anymore. I had hated him for such a long time, but after getting him into trouble at school, I felt relieved, as if I'd lifted something from my shoulders. I was done with him in my life. But now that he turned out to be my mysterious blackmailer Jolly Roger, I thought I wanted something else. It was confusing mess in my own head.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I knew I wanted more of what I'd tasted. I closed the distance and closed my eyes to find his lips against mine again. They parted slightly as his tongue darted out, almost probing. I know I was inexperienced, but I parted mine and let his tongue invade my mouth. It was pleasurable, but I wanted to feel more than just his lips.

Groping, I found his shoulder as I climbed on and straddled him.

His mouth separated from mine as he fell back under my weight onto the crushed grass, leaving me sitting across his legs.

I wish I had more experience than what I had from watching lots of porn. It never really described how uncomfortable the experience had to be.

"Zoemi." He swallowed, trying to push himself up on his elbows to look at me, and glanced at the surrounding park.

He was obviously as nervous as I felt.

I flicked my hair back.

"Do you still have feelings for me?" I asked.

"What?" He seemed confused.

"Do you still have a crush on me?"

"I... I've never gotten over you." He looked embarrassed.

"Even when you were fucking Sara Southall?"

He looked a little shocked. His eyes lowered to my chest before turning away. Was that guilt? Was he actually ashamed that he had sex with her?

"What the fuck?" I slapped him on the waist, causing him to jump. "Were you banging a cheerleader while thinking about me? All the while making fun of me behind my back?"

His head bobbled. "I'm sorry."

"That is fucked up."

"I know."

"You're going to make it up to me."

"I will."

I'm not sure he knew what I wanted. Hell, I wasn't even sure myself. But when I slid my hand down his waist, I found a large elongated mass lurking beneath his pants. Even as I pressed down on it, I saw him squirm.

His eyes grew to saucers as I felt out the shape of it with my fingers. Perhaps he was wondering if I was going to hurt his manhood. It had crossed my mind more than once before tonight what I could have done to it.

While I was feeling him out, my other hand found his button, slipping it out before pulling down his zipper.

"Zoemi, what are you doing?"

"Punishment," was all I said.

I grabbed at both sides of his pants and yanked on them, managing to get them down a few inches. His briefs I simply grabbed with one hand and pulled the front down, disgorging his erect cock. I finally saw why Sara fucking Southall liked him so much. Though I saw him first, bitch.

His cock stood thick in the air even while he lay on his back, pointing towards his chest. The head seemed larger still, covered by a roll of foreskin that had pulled back a little to expose the pink, glistening head underneath.

It was so beautiful and mesmerizing that I couldn't help but reach out and grab it. It felt large and soft in my hand. Larger than Jolly somehow, but as I squeezed it, it felt a little squishy and firm.

I looked up at Roger, who seemed tense. I felt his cock quiver in my hand, causing me to grin a little.

"I want you inside me." I squeezed his cock as if to emphasize my point.

"I thought you hated me."

"Yes, I hated you. But I also want you. I want this."

I pulled on his cock, feeling his skin shift, sliding down and exposing the thick bulbous meaty head, as my fingers bumped into balls. Was this how guys jerked off? I slid my hand up and down a few more times, fascinated at how it slid.

Roger let out a groan. Quickly, I let him go, worried that I was hurting him.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. That was good, Zoemi. I just didn't think... that you wanted me."

"Of course, you don't know. You've never really talked to me since that day, have you?"

"I'm sorry."

"If you keep saying that, it'll lose all meaning."

"I'm... I'm an idiot. I've been the biggest asshole and caused hurt to you. I don't know how I can make it up to you anymore."

"For starters, I want to fuck you." I took his cock gently in my hand again. It was surprisingly stiff as I pulled back on it, trying to work out how I was going to get it in. "I want you to be my first."

"You're a virgin?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah. Why do you think that is? No guy has ever been interested until I met with the Nerd Collective, and they seem to be most interested in seeing my body."

"Are you sure? It might hurt."

"You can't hurt me. I've already broken that barrier with Jolly."

"With who?" He seemed confused.

"With my dildo, duh. I used it in the video."

"Oh. You named it?"

"I name all the things I like. I might name this too."

I wiggled his cock, causing a faint smile to appear on his face.

I let it go and crawled forward as I grinned at him, lowering my thighs across his hips. I could feel something thick and warm pressed against me. I had to look down in the darkness, trying to determine if I was in the right spot.

I had to put a hand down there, finding my soaking wet lips pressed against his cock. I rocked my hips, sliding myself forward and backward along his thick cock, soaking it in my juice.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I lifted myself and reached under, grabbing at his cock. I pulled at it, trying to keep it upright, but as I tried to angle it towards my hole, it slipped from my grasp. I must be really wet if I made it that slippery.

This wasn't going as well as I planned.

I'd heard a sound in the distance, and hadn't really been listening because I was so distracted, but now I heard the distinct sound of a car engine getting closer.

Roger heard it too, as his eyes widened. He leaned up and grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me down onto his body. His face was next to mine, his breath coming fast in my ear. I could feel his heart racing through that firm chest of his.

I swallowed nervously as the car engine got louder, pressing my body closer into his, feeling something poking at my hole. Experimentally, I wriggled my hips and felt it sliding against my hole.

I let out a little moan of pleasure.

"Don't... move," he seemed to struggle, his voice strained.

A moment later, the sound of the engine went past, heading down the road away from us.

I put a hand on his shoulder and another on the ground as I levered myself up, feeling his cock pressing at my entrance.

This might work. I took my hand off him and reached back, finding that I could grab him and guide him. Slowly I rocked back and felt his tip sliding along my folds, bumping my clit.

It couldn't help letting out another moan. But that wasn't where I wanted him. I needed to hold him firmly to make sure it didn't slip again as I rocked forward slightly and tried again. This time, I felt him slip inside.

"Oh." I moaned, before sucking air in between my teeth.

I squeezed my eyes half closed as I kept pushing a little at a time, groaning in pleasure as he slowly filled me. His face was right in front of mine as a look of joy overcame him.

I had to pause because it felt so overwhelming. I hadn't realized how gratifying it would feel to have him inside me. But I just needed one more push as I lowered myself, feeling him deep inside, filling me as I leaned back more.

"You're so tight," he said.

I snorted, amused. I wasn't some slut like some girls at school.

"I'm in Zoemi Heaven."

I couldn't help staring down at him with wide eyes. I was shocked that he remembered.

"You remembered my name?"

When my sisters and I were born, my parents insisted on giving us two names. My oldest sister was named Levy Destiny. My other sister was named Devin Faith. I got Zoemi Heaven. I liked my name as a child before I started hearing all the Heaven jokes. It wasn't mean-spirited, but it wasn't nice. Children were children. But I stopped telling people. That was before I met Roger in fifth grade. That day in school, I decided to tell him my full name. I wanted him to like me and thought he should know it. After he started teasing me, I swore not to tell another soul since. I refused to give it when asked for my name or write it down.

"I never forgot. And I never told anyone." He was expression was unwavering.

I don't know why, but I felt the tears on my face.

He reached up and touched my cheek, trying to brush the tears away.

"You're a fucking idiot," I told him.

I grabbed his hand as he pulled it away, holding it.

"You've got such a dirty mouth."

"Blame my dad. My sisters picked it up from him too. Mom has tried to discourage us, but it hasn't worked."

I wriggled my butt, feeling his cock shifting about.

"You might hear a lot more of it soon," I said and planted his hand on my breast.

I rocked up a fraction on my knees before dropping back down. I let out another moan.

I let go of Roger's hand. He seemed to at least know what to do with it as he gently squeezed my tit, running his fingers over it. His other hand came up to join the first as I continued to rock up and down, feeling his cock filling me each time I dropped down.

His fingers danced across my nipples, playing with them, squeezing and pulling on them gently.

I lifted myself higher and higher, finding that I could almost pull off of him completely before dropping my backside against him with a soft thwap.

I might have blocked it out for a moment, but it was hard to ignore that I was outside, having sex in a public park at night. My body was bouncing up and down, letting out moans of ecstasy, as I rode Roger.

Playing with Jolly in bed did not compare to the exhilaration I felt right now. Only the feelings I'd had over the past few nights while obeying Roger's challenges came anywhere close, and those had given me the most intense orgasms I'd experienced. I wanted to feel that bliss again, with Roger deep inside me.