Book 1 - Kindra

Kindra was simply mortified.

Oscar Michaels had walked right up to her in the hallway after sixth bell and handed her a Valentine card and asked her to the Valentine dance on Friday. Right there in front of God and everybody.

Worse, Louis Carter had been there! He had laughed. At her.

The tears came.

There was no way anyone could think that she, a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls at Paramount High, would go to the dance with Oscar. The guy was a total dweeb.

But what if Louis didn’t ask her now? She had been crushing on him hard, and he had flirted with her after the game last week. But now she was going to be a laughingstock.

Kindra was one of the pretty girls, but she was not mean like Hanna, Stacy and Gwen. And she wasn’t slutty like Vicky and Alice. But she just didn’t have it in her to humiliate Oscar as he had humiliated her in front of her friends.

She knew he had a crush on her. He had made puppy-dog eyes at her since they were in fifth grade. But he’d never had the courage to actually talk to her before. And now to just walk right up to her and give her a Valentine and ask her to the dance.

“What the hell was he thinking!” She cried, exasperated.

She could not be cruel. So she had simply said, thank you. And that she would think about it.

“Think about it! What the fuck was I thinking,” she cried to no one at all. She had skipped seventh bell. She always hated government studies anyway. Kindra couldn’t bear to face her peers. Now the gym was empty and would be for another hour. But then cheer practice would start, and she would have to face her friends.

She sat on the bleachers and looked down at the red envelope in her hands.

Why had she not thrown it back in Oscar’s face? She should have. Then he would be the butt of all the jokes, not her.

She opened the flap and drew out the large card from within the envelope. Like the envelope itself, the card was candy heart red but decorated with fine gold leaf embossing.

Kindra was somewhat surprised. The dweeb had really splurged. This was no Hallmark card, and it definitely was not something made in the art lab here at school.

The front of the card had a heart, the romantic symbol, not the kind that was beating in her modest chest. It was edged in gold filigree with an ornate arrow piercing it from the upper left to the lower right. The edges of the card were done in a deckled edge style, making the paper look like it was handmade, lending a sense of loving care to the card’s construction.

Despite herself, she was impressed. She flipped the card open.

Inside the golden filigree continued, spiraling in from the edges of the page in patterns that resembled rose vines until they formed in the center another heart and arrow ensnared in a tangle of flowering rose vines, all done in glittering gold.

Just below the symbol in large golden letters that were at the same time blocky and also loopy and free-flowing read the words “Be Mine”

~~ Girl Talk ~~

“Kindra!”

“Kindra!”

“Hey Girl! Kindra!”

Kindra blinked.

Hanna, Stacy and Alice were arrayed around her, looking concerned.

Alice snatched the card from Kindra’s hands.

“Don’t worry about that nerd!” she said.

“That’s mine!” Kindra said, snatching the card back.

“You’re not sweet on that nerd, are you? Tell me you’re not serious.”

“Of course not!” Kindra said, clutching the card to her modest breast. “It was just sweet. And it’s the only card I’ve gotten this year. Louis didn’t even give me one.”

The girls laughed.

“I didn’t get one either,” Alice said.

“Me either, said Stacy, sounding glum about it.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Alice! That old fart your fucking took you to Aruba last weekend.” Hanna said. “You got fucked on a real beach, that’s more romance than the rest of us are getting even if he is like a million years old!”

“He’s only forty, and his wife fucked me too.” Alice retorted.

“Ew, gross!” Hanna responded.

“You’re such a ho!” Kindra and Stacy added.

“Call me a ho all you want. I had toe-curling O’s all weekend. And Martin is buying me a car for graduation. Kindra, he likes you too. Want to join us next time?”

“Ehw. No!” Kindra said, feeling revolted, but a little turned on at the same time.

“Alice, you’re so gross!” Hanna said.

“You’re just jealous, sweetheart!” Alice grinned.

“I am,” Stacy said. “I’d come. Mark and I broke up, and it’s been almost two months.”

“Sweetheart,” Alice said. “When you get your boobies in, I’ll ask them. But if you need a good O, come over to my place tonight. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Really?” Stacy said.

“Ew ... gross!” Kindra and Hanna said together.

“Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.” Alice said, “I thought it had a major ick factor until Martin and Barbara did me together. Fucking best babysitting job ever. Seriously girls, take it from the #1 slut on the team, pussy is way better tasting than spunk.”

Hanna and Kindra made vomit sounds in stereo, but Alice just grinned.

Changing the subject, Hanna turned to Kindra.

“You’re not really going to go to the dance with that looser, are you?”

“No!” Kindra exclaimed. “Of course not.”

“Has Louis asked you yet?” Stacy added.

“No. Maybe he won’t now.” Kindra choked out.

“Don’t be silly, girl. I heard he likes you.” Stacy said.

“Who wouldn’t,” Alice said. “Girl, you’re banging!”

That cheered Kindra up a bit.

Looking down, she noticed that she was still clutching the Valentine to her chest. She carefully folded it closed and slipped it back into its envelope, then placed it in her backpack.

“You’re keeping it?” Hanna asked?

“I may not get another,” Kindra responded. “And it was kinda of sweet. Even if you bitches will never let me live it down.”

“Kindra’s got a boyfriend!” they started chanting together, gleeful in their friendly malice.

“Stop it!” Kindra whined.

“Kindra’s got a boyfriend!” they continued with great relish.

“Hey, bitches! Lets get going!” Gwen shouted as she and the rest of the team burst into the gym.

~~ A Sweet Gesture ~~

After dinner, Kindra sat at her desk and grabbed her bag. She had a paper to write and a reading assignment due tomorrow.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired her own reflection. Brilliant hazel eyes. She had her long, curly hair up so that little tawny tendrils hung down around her face. Kindra had on just her favorite t-shirt, the pink one with the word ‘Love’ written across her budding breasts, and a pair of matching panties and white socks. She was ready for bed.

“Am I sexy?” she asked herself and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.”

Then a shiver ran through her.

Stacy had left with Alice after practice. She had seen them getting into the minivan with Alice’s mom after practice.

“Gross!” she said. But secretly she wondered what those two girls were up to right now.

She wondered what it would be like to be with a girl ... or a boy.

“Stop it, Kindra, you’re not a ho!” she said to herself and opened the book bag.

The first thing she saw was the big, candy-heart-red envelope.

She smiled softly. It really was sweet. Even if it came from a super-nerd. Oscar was the classic geek. Short, curly hair, tall and wiry, glasses, acne. He wasn’t exactly ugly, but he wasn’t cute either.

She opened the envelope and took the card out.

Kindra looked at it again, her eyes tracing over the delicate filigree to the heart at the center. She smiled softly to herself and pulled out a roll of Scotch tape from her desk.

She taped the open card to her mirror and smiled. He was a dork, but it really was a sweet gesture. She just wished he had done it in private or at least not in front of the whole school. Then again, she was never really alone at school, wash she?

“Poor guy!” she said to herself. “I’m going to have to break his heart.”

But what if Louis doesn’t ask me? She thought. I can’t go to the dance alone; that would be mortifying beyond measure. And she couldn’t ‘not’ show up, that would kill her reputation altogether.

“Please, please, ask me,” she said, thinking about Louis and his wavy blond hair, his athletic physique, his muscles. He was dreamy. Too bad Oscar didn’t look more like Louis; at least he had the balls to ask her out.

She started writing her paper on Eleanor of Aquitaine and the Second Crusade. Eleanor was Kindra’s absolute favorite historical figure. The woman had been the queen of France. She had gone with her husband on the Second Crusade to the Holy Land.

Eleanor had divorced her husband, the King of France. Possibly had a passionate affair with her uncle Raymond of Poitiers and gone on to marry the King of England before giving birth to Richard the Lionheart. The woman had been a force of nature.

Kindra wished she could be more like her. Well, except for fucking her uncle. Uncle Greg was nice but seriously gross, fat and bald. She’d rather fuck Oscar. In fact, fucking Oscar would be downright enjoyable compared to Uncle Greg.

Why the fuck is my mind going there, she thought as she paused her typing for a moment. She shook her head.

“Get a grip, Kindra!” she whispered.

She focused and started typing again.

The Crusades were a bloody mess. Full of battles and betrayal. Eleanor had accompanied her husband, the King of France, to the conflict. However, things had soured for them there. King Louis VII must have forgiven Eleanor if an affair had happened because they had traveled back to France together.

A connection in her mind snapped. Louis. What if Louis and I got married, and I was his queen? She imagined herself and a royal wedding. Louis with his muscles and wavy hair in a fine robe and crown; she in an elegant gown.

She could picture it in her mind’s eye. The reception in a great Castle Hall. The food, the dancing. All of her friends being green with envy. Especially Alice!

The dancing. She loved to dance; she could picture the music and the swirling gowns as Oscar ... No ... Louis guided her across the dance floor to the envy of all. He guided her through dance after dance, under the stars, as the night went on and on.

Until finally he would sweep her off her feet into his muscular arms and carry her slowly up the grand stairs to the waiting bridal chamber.

Alice, filled with jealousy, would watch as she was carried up, and up, and up.

She stopped typing and slipped her right hand down over her flat stomach and into her already damp panties.

Louis would lay her upon the huge fourposter bed and in desperation throw up her petticoats to gain access to her most special gift. The gift she could only ever give once.

Her fingers slid between her wet folds, and she began moving them in slow circles.

Louis, overcome with passion, would fall upon her and thrust himself into her, and she would welcome him. Her husband and her king, as he tore her innocence from her.

Her fingers increased the pressure and shifted from round and round to up and down. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth was slightly open. She knew she looked hot when she was this turned on.

Yes, her king would take her again and again as she lay gasping and helpless beneath him. Completely at his mercy, exactly where she wanted to be.

Her king ravaged her nubile body.

Her fingers increased the pace and sought out that throbbing center of her pleasure. She was close.

Her eyes landed on the golden filigree and the delicate heart, the words.

“My king,” she gasped out loud.

And in her mind her king, Oscar, kissed her as he flooded her womb with his seed.

She cried out in her mind and in her body as the waves of pleasure flooded her mind.

She saw in her mind as the tide of pleasure washed away her reason; she saw Louis walking into the bridal chamber with its blazing fire a look of heartbreak and rage on his face as Oscar with his massive cock, took her again and again and she came apart.

There was a banging at the door.

“Kindra! Kindra!” It was her mom’s voice.

In a panic ... She gathered her wits about her.

“Hu Mom!” Kindra called back.

“Are you alright? Are you alone? Open the damn door!” her mom shouted.

“Coming!”

Kindra licked her fingers clean of her own fluids before even realizing what she had done. Then grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on before rushing for the door.

What the hell had just happened to her? She wondered as she unlocked the door. And what the fuck had she just done? Why had she done that? Did she like the taste?

She opened the door.

“Who’s in here with you?” her mom shouted, bursting into the room as soon as the door opened. “Who is Oscar?”

“What?” Kindra said, both astonished and deeply ashamed.

Her mom looked around, noting that the window was closed and locked. She opened the closet door and turned on the light.

“Mom! I’m just doing my homework!”

Her mom seemed to visibly relax. Then she sniffed the air and stiffened.

Kindra was petrified in place.

Alexis Warren looked at her daughter with fury in her eyes.

“What you were doing is shameful, young lady!”

“Mom ... I...”

“I don’t want to hear it! Did a boy give you that!” she said, pointing at the Valentine.

“Hu, yes...”

Her mom snatched the card off the mirror.

“Mom, that’s mine!” Kindra said.

“You’re too young to be thinking about boys like that!”

“Mom...”

“Go get a shower before your dad gets home. You smell like a fucking whore!” her mom shouted.

“Yes, Mom,” Kindra whined.

“And you are not to see this Oscar ever again!” her mom growled.

“Mom, I don’t even like him! It was just a sweet gesture. I don’t like him, really! He is a nerd!”

Her mom gave her an angry stare, “Shower now! And we are going to talk about this young lady!”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said and sulked off to the bathroom.

~~ Panic ~~

The next morning Kindra woke with a gasp and a long, guttural groan.

Then the panic hit.

She burst out of bed and tore off her soaked panties and shoved them into the back of one of her drawers and grabbed a fresh pair.