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Hungry For Love

Novel By: Nikkibeth

(FINSIHED) Kylie Barnes is seventeen years old and had a rough half of year. She lives with her older brother, Jeremy. She is a math whiz and she meets her new math teacher, Dylan McKenna. She finds herself having a crush and sexual interest in him. One day in the school court yard changed everything (Why am I ending my summary with the CHANGED EVERYTHING thing LOL) View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 5, 2012    Reads: 2,064    Comments: 8    Likes: 5   

**A/N: Before you read the chapter, there is something you need to understand. Kylie recovers from being raped and yeah, its fast. Some women can let go of something like that better than death. I learned this in psychology. Also, if you want to see who I imagine Dylan as watch this video, http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=NF_-_MVfFiw. I also thought this is kind of funny, this band also sings a song called "Seventeen" and its about him sleeping with a seventeen year old and how old is Kylie, SEVENTEEN! I thought it was funny! Well read on. It's not really hot between them two yet, but it will be!**
Chapter 2
I felt the guy that is inside me get out and I curled up in fetal position and cried. I never felt so violated in my life. Why did this have to happen to me? Mr. McKenna ran over and I can hear the anger in his voice.
"If you are smart enough, I would scram before I call the police!" Mr. McKenna said and the guys ran. Mr. McKenna kneeled down beside me and barely touched me.
"Kylie, are you okay?" Mr. McKenna asked and I wailed loudly.
"I…want…my…brother!" I cried out and Mr. McKenna ran back inside and came back a few minutes later with a blanket and he wrapped it around me. I didn't care that he is seeing me naked, he is here to rescue me. He carried me to his car and I pressed my face into his shirt and it smelled like cologne and cigarettes. I felt one arm leave my body and he opened his car door and put me inside the front seat. I unwrapped the blanket and looked down at my body and cried again when I seen the blood between my legs.
"Are you okay?" Mr. McKenna asked and I shook my head no. "Where is your brother?"
"Should…b-be still…at school," I managed to say.
"Where does he go?"
"He…teaches at…Charles P. Rogers…Middle School." Mr. McKenna drove fast down the streets and when he pulled into the middle school, I looked up and Jeremy walked out of the building. I pointed him out and Mr. McKenna honked at him. Jeremy walked over and I yelled for him.
"Kylie? What is going on here?" Jeremy said and his face is full of concern.
"Mr. Barnes, this is hard to say but I found Kylie being raped and I stopped it," Mr. McKenna said and Jeremy looked down at me and then looked at Mr. McKenna.
"Did they…" Jeremy tried to finish but he didn't I knew what he was wondering.
"I afraid so, her legs are covered with blood but I don't think the guy ejaculated in her, I caught him in time for him to not ejaculate. I wish I stopped him before he entered her," Mr. McKenna said and Jeremy smiled. Jeremy walked over and held his hand out to Mr. McKenna and they shook hands.
"Thank you so much for saving my baby sister. If you don't care Mr…" Jeremy said and Mr. McKenna smiled.
"Call me Dylan," Dylan said and Jeremy nodded.
"Dylan, do you care to take Kylie home? We cannot go to the police because he didn't leave any semen in her," Jeremy said and I flinched. Thank God he didn't cum in me. The other guy did in my mouth, but still that is no help to the police.
"Sure, I will take her home, tell me your address," Dylan said and Jeremy gave him directions and then, we left the parking lot. On our way back to my house, Dylan asked me if I wanted something to drink and of course, I do. My throat is so dry from screaming and crying. He pulled into a store and bought me a Pepsi. When I accepted, I felt like I should call him Mr. McKenna.
"Thank you Mr…" I said and he smiled.
"You can call me Dylan out of school, Kylie. I cannot stand to be called Mr. McKenna," Dylan said and I smiled a little.
"I am ready to go home now, I want to take a bath so bad!" I said and he nodded. He drove me home and he walked me to the door. He made sure I am able to unlock the door with my key, I guess.
"Is there something you want me to do for you?" Dylan asked and I looked at him. His electric blue eyes are gazing at me and I wanted him to stay with me. I stood there and thought of something, but my brain is still a mess.
"Um, go to the kitchen and cook me a hot pocket and put my Pepsi on ice?" I said and he smiled.
"Will do!" I walked to my bedroom and grabbed my pajamas and some underwear and I ran to the bathroom. I turned the water on to almost scolding hot and jumped in. I stood there and looked down and watched the blood wash off my legs and I began to cry again. I knew I stayed in the shower for a good while because the water became cold. Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't do anything. I am not a whore. Why me?
"Kylie, are you okay?" Dylan said outside. I thought he might leave when he made my hot pocket, but he didn't.
"No, I am not okay for fucking Christ sake!" I screamed and cried again. I heard the door open and the curtain was pulled open. I looked up and Dylan has his hair down and it's wavy and beautiful. I have not seen such a beautiful man like Dylan. He turned off the water and grabbed the towel. He helped me out and I wiped myself down and I dressed in front of him. He didn't seem to care that I am dressing in front of him or that I am naked. I looked at his crotch and he is not hard. He either doesn't find me attractive or it's the situation. I hope it's just the situation.
"I'm going to call your brother and tell him that he needs to come home," Dylan said and I followed him to the living room and watched him call Jeremy. He told him that I am still highly upset and that he needs to come home as soon as he can.
"Yeah, I'll stay with her, see you soon," Dylan said and hung up the phone. He gave me the hot pocket and watched me eat it. It tasted so good and it brought back memories of my mom. When I had something wrong, like a bad day or menstrual cramps, mom always cooked us a hot pocket and we sit on the bed and talk and laugh.
"Am I a pretty good teacher so far?" Dylan asked me and I swallowed what is in my mouth.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. Caldwell was very lazy, you are very active," I said and I laughed.
"I would like to get to know you some more. What I seen from the grades so far, you are the star student? Do you want to be in something that involves math?" he asked and I began to think. No, I may have said if I had to be a teacher, I would be a math teacher, but I don't want to be a teacher. I wanted to be a dancer. I actually use to do tap dancing classes when I was younger and I quit once I turned thirteen. I danced still, but not in classes. I quit dancing all together when mom died and I never knew why. I want to get my groove back. Now, I got one more thing to try and get rid from my mind.
"No, I don't want to be in anything with math, I actually wanted to be a dancer for a long time, until my mom died," I said and he touched my shoulder.
"I am so sorry about your loss. Where is your dad?" He asked and I sighed.
"He died when I was four months old in a bad accident at work. Jeremy is practically the only family I have other than bitch aunts and uncles and cousins. Both sets of grandparents passed away, so Jeremy is the only one I have," I said and Dylan got closer to me. He touched my hand and I guess because of today, I would jerk back. I didn't. I wanted Dylan because he is so good looking and I don't care that he is like twenty-seven years old, I am a grown woman and I want Dylan.
"You said that you wanted to get to know me better, so how are we going to do that?" I asked and he smiled.
"Do you like coffee? I want us to meet somewhere and have a cup of coffee tomorrow morning before school," he said and I smiled.
"Sure, I know the right place too. It's called Café Ocean and its very good and very cheap in price. How about seven in the morning?" I said and he smiled.
"Are you alright, emotionally, after today?" he asked and I nodded.
"I can recover better from being raped than losing my mom. I am still recovering from my mom's death. I finally realize how much I miss dancing and thinking about doing it again."
"You should, I heard resuming your previous life helps you recover. Maybe you can be a famous dancer someday." I hoped so. There is a performing arts school in LA that I can go to, but I have to audition. I might just get an application. I am so rusty though, I have not danced in six months.
"I will do it, I will practice some more and maybe I will audition for Wolfgang College of the Performing Arts," I said and Dylan smiled.
"That a girl!" Jeremy walked in and he immediately went to me and began to check me.
"Jeremy, I am alright!" I said and he looked at me shocked.
"You are acting pretty good after being raped," Jeremy said and I smiled.
"I can get over being raped because its not gonna happen again," I said.
"Well, I am glad you are not emotionally drained, thanks Dylan for looking after my baby sister." Dylan stood up and went over to Jeremy and squeezed his shoulder.
"How about we go out for a drink this Saturday, on me?" He asked my brother and my brother laughed.
"No dude, I should be paying for the drinks, you rescued Kylie," Jeremy said and Dylan insisted to pay for the drinks and Jeremy finally gave in. As Dylan walked out the door, he winked at me and I blushed. Jeremy sat beside me and he wanted me to tell him what happened. I told him the whole thing and how I felt and everything.
"I can recover from this better than losing mom. I think its because its just a one time deal, I didn't lose nobody," I said and Jeremy nodded.
"You are just like mom you know? She can forget things in her past and go on with life," Jeremy said.
"I'm gonna dance again."
"Really? You haven't danced since…"
"I know, but I want to. I think its time to go back to my normal life. I gonna audition for that school in LA and hopefully I can be a professional dancer."
"If that's what you really want." No Jeremy, there is something I really want and he just walked out the door. His name is Dylan McKenna and I want him. I want him to kiss me. I want him to undress me. I want him to kiss all over my body. Best of all, I want him to fuck me.


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