Naomi tried to go back to being ignored and under the radar, but it seemed everyone knew she was one of Liam's new 'pieces'. While it did make people want to talk to her more, these people could only be females and/or Steven.
Liam ignored her in public, unless he observed male classmates hovering. Then, he would appear and stare the male down. Stone had heard that Naomi had Liam ‘sprung’. That only made him want her more. Several guys were anxious for a turn with Naomi, just like they had been with all of Liam's other conquest. It was weird that now all of a sudden, he had a problem with it.
Naomi still sat at the table with other nerds, after 'the weekend', but she hadn't gone back to her regular geeky look. She wore her hair in a ponytail that hung down her back, lip gloss and no glasses. She wore a bit of makeup and mascara. She looked pretty and natural; fresh. It was a 180 from her previous look.
Only the popular and most audacious students were at Liam's parties. They had been witness to Liam's immediate kidnapping of Naomi when she showed up in his basement looking hot. She was there with her freaky cousin a grand total of 10 minutes, before disappearing into the large mansion.
Liam had returned to the party alone, so everyone knew what that meant. MANY other girls had definitely been there. Some still hated Liam Williamson III’s guts for the way he had ravaged them and stolen their innocence. Others wished he would take them and ravage them again and again.
The students who didn't party were pleasantly surprised at Naomi's change in appearance. Some different boys in her class attempted to join her while dining and chat her up. When they did, Liam would appear at the 'nerd' table, daggers in his eyes. He'd never say a word, but the message was clear, even though he would never speak directly to Naomi in front of other students.
Word spread soon enough to the non-partiers; Liam and Naomi had… something. Liam didn’t have a name for it; he didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He wasn't sharing Naomi. That was it.
He had a vision and he and Steven eventually tag-teaming her, but that was all, and far in the future. She still seemed fresh and clean to him and he didn't want her soiled with a bunch of different men's spunk.
While they never sat together, Naomi noticed that Liam always sat where she was either in his direct or peripheral vision. If she moved, he would also subtly, move; his entire crew moving with him if he relocated, to keep Naomi in his line of sight. He still never spoke to her or acknowledged her outside of their nighttime activities, though.
Three of four times a week, Liam would find Naomi’s sleeping location and either pick her up and fuck her in the closest coed bathroom, or if he wanted to take his time, he would pick her up off of a sofa and run to his house, carrying her caveman style over his shoulder. The athletic boy would barely be out of breath after running the quarter mile to his house with the sometimes kicking, and sometimes docile girl on his shoulder.
A few times, he had decided they didn't need school that next day and they would stay in his room, Art serving them. She had even awakened in his room, locked in, while he was on campus a few times.
Eventually, Naomi tried to stay in her parents home and sleep in her own tiny room, more and more. She wanted to tell her father to have the locks changed, but figured it wouldn't do much good, if Liam could always get the keys.
After a week of her sleeping at home to avoid Liam, she had slipped out of the dining hall and was cutting through the orchard to get to her house, when Liam suddenly, grabbed her from behind, scaring the shit out of her!
She screamed into his hand over her mouth, as he lifted her off her feet. Where had he come from? She always made sure he was distracted with his friends and busy before leaving the hall. He must have sprinted after her!
"Nomi, why are you hiding from me?" he whispered angrily, into her hair. She didn't respond, she just sighed and went limp in his arms. Her clit was already throbbing as he held her close, his dick hard and insistent against her ass, through the thin material of her dress. She couldn't admit to herself that she had missed their sex, too. She masturbated furiously, every night as quietly as she could in the small house; she thought she was losing her mind.
"Do you want me to sneak into your house and fuck you in your bedroom? Let your parents find out you're a whore for white cock? Do you think they will be angry or impressed?" he hissed, squeezing her everywhere with his free hand and lifting her dress to her waist.
His fingers were in her panties as he held her off the ground with his other arm around her waist. He rubbed her clit in that slow motion circle that increased in speed until she was writhing and moaning in his arms. After just a few seconds, she came with a groan, jerking and squirting onto Liam's hand.
Still holding her up around her waist, he ripped her panties away and threw them aside. Freeing his cock, he slid into her, holding her close to his chest as he thrust into her, rapidly. After a few dozens hard strokes, he came with a low moan, holding the petite girl effortlessly off the ground.
He breathed hard into her neck a few seconds, kissing her softly there a few times.
"Kiss me." Liam whispered into her ear.
Naomi turned her head so their lips could meet. He pecked her lips lightly a few times, then slid his tongue all over, inside her mouth, seeking her tongue. He bit her lower lip before returning her to the orchard floor.
Liam turned her to him, pulled her close and tilted her head all the way back, so he could see her face. He smoothed the now loose hairs in her ponytail, as Naomi stood on wobbling knees. He held her up, allowing her to get her bearings, her face looking up from his chest.
"If I have to come get you from your parents house, they won't like it, will they? Whose side will they take, Nomi? Do you think your father needs this job?" Liam said, sweetly.
Through all this, she had wanted to tell her mother, but she wasn't sure how she would react. Her nightmare was that her mother would be impressed, or tell her that she had a good situation going; not to mess it up. Naomi had never considered her father's job. She looked at Liam wide eyed and frightened. He pulled her dress back down from her waist and slapped her rear, then jogged back to the dining hall. Naomi had trudged home, showered, then returned to sleep in her favorite students lounge with a book. She never tried to avoid him by sleeping at home again. She could hardly daydream in the small, dark open space anyway.