He awoke when he heard his door creak open and footsteps were at bay. He sat up from his cot, seeing a figure before him press her finger to her lips, signifying that he couldn't scream, or make any noise.

    Once she appeared in the moonlight, Alfred knew who she was. He grew tense, worried on what it was she was going to do. She laid on top of him, her body pressed onto his own as she kissed his neck, followed by her hand trailing down his bare chest.

      "A-Amanda," he stammered nervously, shifting a bit so he can see her fully. "what are you doing?"

     She smiled seductively, crawling further from his face as she pulled down his boxers; her hand grasping his cock as she began to rub at a quick pace, making Alfred whimper slightly. She then put him in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly as she took him all in -------from the tip to the base.

       "Amanda," he moaned, "Amanda, oh God!" he placed his hand over the blanket, pushing her head lower as he thrusted upward in her mouth; hearing her gag up his length and her soft moans made him smile.

       "Moan for me, Freddie," she said as she continued to suck. "curse for me." she sucked slower, running her tongue along his member.

      "Fuck!" he screamed, "Amanda, fuck me!" once he'd said this, she took off her robe where her naked body stood before him. She rested her legs over on each side of his waist; finally entering herself in him.

         "Amanda. . . Oh God, Amanda. . ."

His eyes shot open as soon as he realized he had his hand grasping his length, his sperm leaked onto the white sheet of his bed. He began to panic. Before he was to get the bed made, Alfred's father burst through the door; an angered expression upon his face. He came toward his son, his fist slamming through Alfred's face.

   Alfred toppled onto his mattress, a hurt look appeared through his hazel orbs. He sat there, dumbfounded by his father's actions.

"Were you masturbating, Alfred?" his father's voice was hoarse, but stern. He grabbed his son's collar harshly, looking at him dead in the eye. "Well, were you?!"

Alfred said nothing. He was guilty enough as it was. He stayed still, eventually nodding in shame.

     He was dragged upward towards the attic, his father ranting on about how bad masturbation was. In the attic, Alfred was pushed into the dusty mist of the area; his lungs coughing up the dust in the isolated space.

   "You will sit here and think about what you've done to yourself, to the community and most of all, what you've done in front of God!" his father slammed the door; leaving Alfred in a state of guilt. 

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For hours, it seemed, that Alfred stayed in the attic for a century. He hated himself for being casted under Amanda's spell. Her kisses, her beauty, her lustful desire to make amends with eachother.

   He glanced at the window before him, the sun's rays warming him through the glass pane. From below the house, Amanda had placed yet another secret message through Alfred's room. The note laying under the bible on his desk. She then left, making sure no one had heard her entrance.

".... I just don't understand, Cynthia," Alfred's father mumbled as they ate their food. "Alfred has changed completely. Have you noticed how obscene he's been portraying himself? The boy was masturbating for God's sake!" he slammed his fist onto the wooden table, the anger boiling inside of him once again.

"Harold, you're forgetting he's twenty-two." his wife responded. "I don't like it much either, but what can we do? He obviously won't listen."

"Cynthia, he won't listen because she's got him under her Devilish spell!" he got up from his seat, grabbing his coat and his hat as he walked towards the front entrance. "I'm going off to work in the fields." with that, he left. Leaving his wife to dine alone in the long table.

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      He laid there, on the wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling as he remembered what had occurred before the break of day once he had finished his innocent visit with Amanda. He remembered her words before he left.

       "You don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He remembered quietly sneaking into his room, a newly-found confidence in him. Her taste still tingling on his lips. He remembered laying on his bed, and soon falling asleep.

He fell asleep to the dream which caused him to wank.

He sighed, regretting the visit with Amanda. She was nothing but trouble.

And that's the way he liked her.

Rebellious.

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Author's Note,

    Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been quite busy and hadn't had the opportunity to type this down.

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- Valerie