Chapter 9
"C'mon, Mark. This isn't funny. My parents could come up at any time. You have to go now anyway," Leslie said as sternly as she could but ended up giggling at the end.
"Fuck the parental units, I need me some good lovin'," Mark said, plopping down on Leslie's bed and running his hands over her smooth breasts.
"Mark! Cut it out," Leslie screeched as quietly as she could but started giggling again. She flexed her wrists but couldn't move them any more than she could 10 minutes ago when he had secured them to her headboard with her own nude-colored pantyhose. With him sitting on her legs she couldn't kick him so she tossed her hair back and forth and struggled the best she could. Mark leaned forward and idly toyed with her naked breasts. He pulled at one nipple and then the other as if doing a science experiment to see how far they could stretch.
"I'm serious, Mark," Leslie whined. "My dad would absolutely kill you if he found you here. Dead. Murdered. And he knows how to cover his tracks."
"You know I love you, Leslie, but you talk way too fucking much. Let's see what we can use to shut you up," Mark said, surveying the room.
"Don't you dare," Leslie said in mock horror. "Mark..." she said in warning as he went through her dresser drawers.
"Oooh! What do we have here? A diary?" Mark held a small pink and white book in his hand he had taken from her top drawer.
"Put that back right now, Mark. I'm not kidding," Leslie said with earnest as she worked at her wrist bondage.
Mark brought the book over to the bed and sat down as Leslie tried to kick him with her long legs. He sat next to her head safely out of harm's way, opened the book and began to read aloud.
"July 14, 11:08 p.m.
Dear Diary,
There's a new kid in school named Mark. He is such the hottie. I said hi to him but I don't know if he heard me. I don't know why I'm so shy around him. He has gorgeous black hair and a kind of moodiness about him that you know I love. He probably has the soul of a poet. I just finished thinking about him while I masturbated (blush). It was great. I think I actually came this time. Anyway, wish me luck. I think he might be the one."
"Yeah, too bad you turned out to be such an asshole," Leslie pouted and kicked her footboard.
"Aww, look. Now you went and hurt my feelings. I told you to keep your mouth shut. I guess I'll have to help you since you can't do it on your own," he said and pulled a box out from behind his back. "Tampons? You're going to gag me with tampons?"
"Hey, at least I'm using clean ones," he said pulling a pad from the box and gripping her chin with one hand.
"Fine. Whatever gets you off and out of here," Leslie sighed and opened her mouth.
Mark packed the tampon inside one cheek and reached for more. "Hey, go eathy. I need thothe," Leslie complained as he pulled out two more. He packed the left cheek and stuffed one more in the middle for good measure. He finished the job off with some clear tape she had been using to wrap her mom's birthday presents.
Leslie shook her head and made a grand show of opening her legs for him as if to say get on with it. Mark was undoing his belt when a knock on the door made them both jump. He looked at Leslie who looked back at him in panic. She didn't have a lock on her door.
"It's time for dinner, Leslie," she heard her little brother say through the thin wood door. He knocked again. "Are you in there?" Mark bent down and kissed Leslie's forehead. "Gotta go, sweetheart," he said, climbing out the second-floor window and disappearing into the evening air.
About that time the bedroom door opened and Leslie tried to bury her face in the pillow.
End chapter 9