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Red Lipstick

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(FINISHED)17 year old Pepper Reynolds has problems. The very important problem is the fact that she's madly attracted to her best friend, Keiran Kary. It's a problem because he only sees her as a sister and he has a girlfriend he loves. So she is willing to changes herself to make him want her. Aside from that, her dad has a secret life he isn't telling her about and she is having trouble coming to grips with the fact that her mother, whose now dead, tried to drown her a year ago. With these problems piling up, will Pepper be able to handle them all? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 23, 2013    Reads: 2,076    Comments: 2    Likes: 7   


Author's Note: Hey, guys, its been a long while since I've updated and the reason for that is that I was supposed to be working on 'fear' but I have no idea how to start it. Thats why I haven't updated in a while. Yes, I spent almost ten days trying to figure it out. lol. But I started writing this new story. First two chapters will be kind of slow as always. It's supposed to be. I have character pics up and I hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter One: Keiran Kary

"Keiran, how the hell do you do forty pushups?" I asked.

He looked up at me as he moved up and down, his beautiful hazel eyes on mine as he smiles. "It's fifty now and easy. When you work out everyday, you just get used to it."

I folded my arms and watched as my best friend, Keiran Kary did a bunch of pushups on the floor. We were in his basement alone and I challenged him to a push-up match. I didn't make it pass ten.

When he was up to sixty, he grinned up at me. "Come sit on my back."

"Why?"

"To show you how strong I am." He said.

I rolled my eyes and walked over and sat onto his sweaty back.

He was still doing the push-ups to my surprise. "Holy shit." I whispered.

I hear his strained chuckle.

"Dude, I'm mad jealous right now." I say as I get up and look down at him.

He rest on his knees and look to me. "Why?"

"Because you're strong and muscular." I said. His bicep was hard, like a rock and smooth.

I looked to his hazel eyes.

"Why would you want to be? You're a girl. That muscular shit isn't attractive." He got to his feet and walked over to the white mini-fridge and dug out two bottles of spring water. He threw one to me and I catched it, smiling.

"You worked up a sweat." He said sarcastically.

I chuckled. "Shut up." I plop down on the couch and sigh as I open the bottle.

Keiran's phone rung from the coffee table.

I rolled my eyes already knowing who it was that was texting him.

He grabbed his phone, looked at it, and smiled.

I know that maybe it was a little wrong to be jealous that my best friend had a girlfriend but I couldn't help it. I had a thing for Keiran since the moment I met him.

It was more than a little crush though. It was much more. Much more like I wanted to have sex with him.

I've known that he'd never do it to me, considering the fact he thinks of me as a little sister. He's told me so himself, so the chances of anything happening between us is negative zero.

"So, is she going to be here soon?" I asked him.

He nodded still staring at his phone "Yeah, she wants my dick so…" He shrugged.

I blushed bright red and he looked to me. "Have you ever even seen one?" He asked.

Where did that question come from? And why did he want to know?

I crossed my arms. "Maybe, maybe not." I answered.

He gave me a curious look. "Want to see mine?" He asked.

I grimaced and looked up at him as my cheeks grew red. "Wha-what?"

He grinned. "Kidding. I think she's at the door. I'll be back." He said. He turned and ran up the stairs.

I breathed out a sigh of relief that he's gone. Why would he ask me that? Idiot. I'm pretty sure that they're going to want their 'privacy'. As much as I don't want to give them that, at the moment I feel like I'm intruding.

I hear the squeaky voice upstairs and I can't help but roll my eyes.

I hear Keiran tell her that I'm downstairs and I hear a long pause.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing….I mean…does she ever let you get time alone? Ever?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Its just…every time I come over or call you, she's either over here or texting you. That doesn't annoy you?" She asked.

"No it doesn't bother me. She's my best friend. Don't start with that shit, seriously, Lynn. If you can't act nice, you can leave."

"And you're going to choose her over me?"

"Why is it always like that with you? No one said anything about choosing. Come downstairs and be nice or go home and go fuck yourself."

Then I heard his footsteps as he began walking back downstairs.

I glanced at him and he looked really irritated.

I couldn't blame him. Lynn was being a big baby like I was a threat to her or something. She may have what I want, but it doesn't make me hate the girl.

After a few moments, I hear lighter footsteps slowly descending the stairs.

I leaned my head back against the couch and rolled my eyes. Then looked to Keiran who just chuckled silently at my irritation.

When Lynn came into view, she was a tanned skin, very skinny girl with long black hair that was layered, cut to her mid-back. Her eyes were a bright gray and her lips were painted with light pink lipstick. She wore a pink tank top and tight jeans with pink flats. She was pretty. I can see why he's so attracted to her. But that's it. 'Pretty' One step from a 'plain Jane.'

But then again, so am I.

Lynn doesn't look to me. She keeps her eyes focused on Keiran. I look at him also.

Keiran sighs. "Okay, you two, I know neither of you get along but I don't really care. Both of you are important in my life. Both of you matter, so for me, just try to act fucking civil, please." He says.

I slowly glance to Lynn and Lynn folds her arms and glances at me for a second. "I'm just going to go upstairs and be waiting for you. Come when your company is gone." She gives me a sideways glance before she leaves to go up the stairs.

Keiran shakes his head and comes over to sit next to me.

"She's very stuck-up, dude." I said.

He nodded. "Yeah, I try to look pass that. She's a cool girl, you just have to be able to understand her."

"Oh understand miss pink lipstick and classy?" I asked mocking her.

Keiran snickered. "Yeah, if you like her enough."

"She's…."

"What?"

I shrugged.

"I don't care what you say about her. It's your opinion, just say it."

"Fine. She's a cunt." I said.

He smirked at me. "Why because I'm with her?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. If I wasn't with her, would you like her?"

I shook my head. What was he getting at?

"Hmm."

What does 'hmm' mean?" I asked.

"You're jealous, and its cute."

"What because of her? Yeah, right."

"It's cool, you got to share me and you don't want to." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not like you're irresistible or anything." I said, turning and laying my head on the arm of the couch.

Keiran stared at me. "Am I?" He asked.

"Why are you being so cocky, freak? Ask your girlfriend if you're irresistible." I said. He bit his lip, his hazel eyes on mine. "I'm asking you." He said.

"Even If I said yes what does it matter?"

He shrugged. "Then I know that you like me now." He said.

My eyes grew wide.

He nods. "I knew for some time too but I didn't address you about it."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because anytime I bring up anything involving love or infatuation or sex, you glow bright red." He says. It is true. All of those things makes me very nervous and paralyzed with humiliation.

"Oh."

He smiles. "It's cool. It's just you and I know it'll never work. You're like a little sister to me. More than that."

I nod. I've heard the rejection speech before and every time it gets harder and harder to hear.

I rolled my eyes. "I know."

He nods and then sighs. "I should go upstairs and go take care of her."

"In other words, you should go upstairs and fuck her?"

He smirks. "Basically yeah."

I stood up. "Well, that's my cue." I said.

Keiran stood up with me, holding his arms out.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I hugged him and his arms wrapped around my back.

Although I know he felt nothing through this hug, I did. I felt a cracking, intense electricity, running up my spine at his touch.

I buried my nose in his neck, he smelled like fresh soap despite his working out before.

I know I was getting a little ahead of myself.

He let go before I did and I pulled back looking at him.

"Call me later." He said.

I nodded. "Okay." I said.

I walked away from him, up the stairs to get to the top floor.

Lynn was sitting at the kitchen island, her eyes on mine as I reached the first floor.

I blinked at her.

"Problem?" She asked.

I just glared at her. If I was to say something and start an argument, it would be really stupid. So I did what any mature seventeen year old would do and walked away without a word. I wouldn't give Lynn the satisfaction.

I just walked away, out of the house and got into my dad's white suburban car and drove off.

When I got home, I went straight to my room, closed, and locked the door and took off my white, gray and red Ohio state jacket. I plan on going there next fall. Hopefully.

I sat down on my bed and kicked my white sneakers from my feet and laid down in my bed, staring at the ceiling.

All I can think about is how much I want Keiran to fuck me.

Something like him just coming to my house while my dad is at work and just taking my clothes off without a word.

Anyway if there's anyone I'd give my virginity to, it'd be him. I honestly couldn't imagine anyone else doing it.

I closed my eyes and unbutton my jeans. My hand slips in them, and I begin rubbing my clit through my panties.

I sighed softly, my body relaxing. I don't normally do this but recently I found out I enjoyed rubbing my hand against myself. And to imagine it being Keiran doing this to me just makes it that much better.

"Keiran." I breathed, arching my back. It wasn't enough.

I slipped my hand into my panties and I felt that I was very wet.

It's because of him.

No one else ever made me feel this way before. I had four boyfriends and even though we've only kissed and they felt me up a little, I never felt so turned on by them than I was by my own best friend.

It made no sense but I was attracted to him and I couldn't help it.

Someone knocked on my door hard.

My dad.

Shit.

I buttoned my jeans back up and went to unlock my door.

My dad was standing in the doorway. "Hey, hon."

I smiled. "Hey, dad. What's going on?"


He frowned. "I'm going to be home late tonight." The look in his eyes told me he didn't want me to ask any questions about it.

My dad tells me this often but I never know why. I'm always suspicious but knows how defensive he gets. I nod. "Okay, dad."

"Remember, no boys here unless its Keiran, okay?" My dad has grown to like Keiran. Me and him knew each other since I was in the second grade. At first my dad didn't trust him but growing to see he has no intentions of 'wooing' me, my dad had start to see him as a son which makes my situation even more unfortunate.

"Okay, dad."

He smiles and walks away from me.

I close my door and lay back down onto my bed.

I don't want to feel this way about him. What I need is a distraction. And I know the perfect distraction.

I grabbed my phone from the bed and dialed my other best friend's number, "Rodney."

Thing is, Rodney is also a boy. I don't have many girlfriends because most of the girls in my neighborhood are either too girly or too stuck up. I can't deal with either.

When he answered, he sounded sleepy. "What's going on?" He asked.

"Nothing. Skateboard?" I ask.

"Yeah, hold on let me get dressed and I'll meet you at the park."

"Alright. See you."

"Yeah."

Rodney understood my crush on Keiran. Rodney was bisexual. Only I knew this because he said he could trust me with anything and anyone else would laugh at him.

That's just the kind of place we live.

I pulled my jacket back on and then grabbed my skateboard from the corner of the room.

I walked down the stairs and out the door.

The second I did, I saw my dad talking to a man. And the man didn't look happy. In fact, he looked very angry. My brows furrowed. I dropped my skateboard and hid behind a bush so I could hear what they were saying.

"Why is my shit going missing, Kirk?" The man asked.

My dad sighed. "I…I don't know." He's lying. He always pauses for a second when he lies.

"I don't believe you. I don't believe you at all. All I know is that my shit better be at my house by the time I'm fucking done for work. Do you fucking hear me?"

I peeked from behind the bushes.

My dad didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the man punched my dad in his jaw.

My eyes grew wide.

I got from out of the bushes and ran over to them. "Hey, what the fuck is your problem?" I asked.

The man growled at me. "It's none of your business you little cunt." He spat.

I looked to my dad who was holding his jaw, glaring at the man.

The man looked to him. "Fix this, Kirk. Or next time, I won't walk away until you're dead." He threatened.

Then the man looked down to me. "And you, I have some sons that would take joy in hurting you. Learn to stay out of grown people's business." He said in a calm but threatening tone.

I sneered at him and he gave me a small smirk before walking away.

He got into a navy blue shiny and polished Mercedes and drove off down the street.

I looked to my dad and he watched the car racing down the street.

"Who was that man?" I asked.

He licked his lips. "He was…no one."

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, stop lying. Who was he and what stuff was he talking about?"

He finally looked into my eyes. "Honey…its not a big deal, okay? Go out and have fun."

"Not until you tell me what's been going on." I said crossing my arms.

He sighs, and then pauses as his eyes grew wide.

From nowhere, a line of blood spills from between his lips.

My eyes grow wide from disgust. What the hell?

He reaches into his mouth with his thumb and index finger and withdrawals a loose tooth.

Oh…shit.

That asshole knocked out a tooth.

"Dad,"

He stares at the tooth and then walks away to go back into the house.

I feel sick to my stomach. I would go in to make sure he's okay but at this moment, I just want to leave the house. It's not like he'd tell me anything anyway.

I grab my board and skateboard down to Park Lane.

Park Lane is a very popular park because of everything it has. Swimming pool, skating area, swings, and food stands.

When I spotted Rodney by a food stand for cotton candy, I skated over to him. He was talking to some guy.

I stopped and picked up my board. "Hey." I said. Rodney had black, straight skater hair and big blue eyes. He was also very skinny.

He grinned at me. "Sup. This is Anthony." He said looking at the guy he was talking to.

Anthony smiled at me. "Hey."

I waved at him and then looked back to Rodney. "Are we still boarding?" I asked.

He nodded and said goodbye to Anthony.

When we began boarding around the park, I asked, "Boyfriend?"

He shrugged. "Not yet." He put his white beanie on his head and looked to me. "You?"

"Keiran see's me as a sister. That's all." I said.

Rodney sighed. "Well, I mean can you blame the guy? He's known you for years and protected you. You two have been friends since you were in second grade and he in the forth."

I nodded. "I know. So give me some girl advice." I said.

Rodney chuckled. "Okay, well when I like a guy that doesn't seem interested, I do things to get his attention. I mean to really get his attention."

"What? Wear a dress?" I asked.

He gave me a look and then chuckled. "Fuck you." He put his feet to the ground and pushed it back to make himself go faster on the board. I did the same.

"No. I wear things that'll attract his attention, not a dress but something a guy would consider sexy like a tongue ring or something." He said.

Oh yeah, tongue ring does make sense.

"Still got yours in?" I asked.

He nods and sticks his tongue out revealing a little blue ball on his tongue. "Works every time." He says.

I giggle. God, Rodney is a real player when it comes to guys. And girls too but more guys than girls.

"So what would attract him?" he asked.

"What attracts him to Lynn?"

I rolled my eyes. "No telling."

He turned his board slightly and hopped over a wooden bench and landed back onto his board.

He's a way better skateboarder than me. I'm still learning.

"Well what does she normally wear?" He asks.

"Pastel colors and tight jeans and this hideous pink lipstick." I said.

Rodney nodded. "Lipstick. Wear lipstick so you stand out."

"I consider lipstick for mothers and wives. I'm not into it. I use chap-stick for my lips."

"Which may be your problem. If you want this guy bad enough you have to be willing to make changes for him."

"It's too…girly. You of all people know I'm not a girly girl." I said.

He nods and slows down as we follow a curved trail. "I know. But you want him, don't you? What better way to get his attention than to do something you normally wouldn't do, which is wear lipstick?

"I don't like pink."

"So choose a different color. Choose red. Isn't that your favorite color?" He asked.

I nodded.

He smiles. "Good. Problem solved, babe. Hey, race you down the hill." He said speeding up.

"You're on." I follow him, quickly gaining ahead.

We race down the hill and I win.

Rodney pouts about it but stops when he sees a hot guy walking by. We both giggle like a couple of school girls.

Rodney was right, I had to try to make myself stand out more to get Keiran's attention but I damn sure didn't want to put on any fucking lipstick to do it.

I guess I'll just have to find another way.





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