Susan Rayburn was like a ribbon on top of a gift box. She was small and pretty, and of no use.
"Sue."
My mother always called her 'Susan'. But I steadfastly called 'Sue'. Because it sounded like more like a dog's name. Sue was the foodie of our house. She was a girl who had been left behind by her mother to her friend, my mother during a divorce.
Sue and I were at the same age. My birthday is a month early. My family wasn't very affluent, so I had to throw a birthday party early or fall behind by a fortnight. Oh My God, it was a terrible thing. Having a birthday party at the same time was as having the gift halved. Every night I prayed for Susan to return her home. A month before my birthday, we prayed even before breakfast. And let me tell you in advance, Sue was stuck in my house until I turned 20. Damn, that meant I just spent my eight birthdays with that useless girl. No matter how stupid I was, if I stuck with that much, I had no choice but to find out the use of her.
"Sue, open your eyes."
The lazy girl.
"...Bliss.... please..."
"Open your eyes."
Sue closed her eyes and pleaded with me, even though we knew I've never heard that plea. I slapped Sue on the cheek. A handprint was left on her white cheek. I didn't even use some force, but my palms were burning. It would be a mess if she knew, but the house was 20 miles from the college dorm. I sarcastically said, 'Poor Sue, what about you, you don't have anyone to talk about this.' If this girl hadn't said that she was going to the party, there wouldn't have been any bruises on her face.
"You, open your eyes. Before I break your ankle."
Sue trembled and opened her eyes. The blue eyes of the stupid girl were looking at me.
"Bliss, please, what did I do wrong..."
"Oh, poor Sue. You did nothing wrong."
I shrugged. I even laughed very badly. Sue always pretended to be nice like that. Just like she was the main character of our life. She seemed to know that she was even a little princess. What could I do? A person who played a bad villain had to torment the main character as if she acted faithfully in that role. I grabbed the end of her skirt and rolled it up. Her white thighs, hidden under her rustic floral skirt, were revealed. When I squeezed her thigh with my hand, it was red and bruised, which was quite noticeable. Sue had been crying since I pulled up her skirt. Her big blue tears welled up in her eyes. It felt like it was going to fall down her cheek at any moment.
"Please, Bliss...."
"'Please, please, please, Bliss.'" I slapped Sue's cheek one more time.
"Shut up."
Excuse me, I'm not a rough person. Really, I am not. If the dumb Sue hadn't scratched my character, I would never have used such harsh words. 'Damn bitch, you're wearing lewd panties too.' Her blonde hair was not well-groomed under her thin rags.
"Are these panties? Or is it just a string?"
'You slapped your feet! Pretending to be innocent, like you're shaking your ass.' I slapped Sue in the ass.
"Open your legs."
"Ah!"
Sue shook her thighs and spread her legs. This stupid sissy needs to be beaten to listen to me. I slapped Sue's ass once again. Her pale skin adhered so well to my hand. I spat again.
"Do you think there's a kid to put up with you?"
I ran my fingertips through the back of Sue. Sue had straight hair, but strangely her public hair was curly. Still, it was strange that her pubic hair was brown, just like her hair color. I grabbed the unorganized hair and pulled it lightly. Sue let out a light moan. Then she felt relieved. Anyway, this stupid bitch wouldn't go to the party and would have to hang out in the dorm all weekend. At best, you could go down to the dorm's kitchen. If only I let you could get up out of bed.
"Tell me, bitch. Who was going to hit on you?"
"Oh, no…"
"You bought a skirt to make it easier to spread your legs. Answer me straight."
"It’s not really… Joanna, Joanna invited…"
Joanna. Joanna was the problem. Joanna was the captain of the cheerleading club. And she was a huge rag. That girl was a bitch to the football team. Damn girl. She was so empty-headed that she even failed her math class. When did she flirt with Sue? Joanna and Sue never took the same class. At least as far as I knew. I growled and took off Sue's panties.
"Are you friends with Joanna? You're going to spread your legs to that girl too, no, I'm going to give it to Joanna instead. Did you know that when she wears a uniform, she spreads her legs?"
Her panties with a naughty sound. I noticed that all I had to do was untie the ribbon tied over the pelvis and the panties would come off. This was totally underwear for sex. Damn it. I spread Sue's legs apart and flipped her outer lips with my fingertips. Sue's pussy was pink and a little wet.
"Wet?"