Amos listened to his best friend, Clive; raid the fridge downstairs for food. Now was the time. Amos paused the game and threw the controller onto Clive’s bed. Quickly, he raced to the room next door which belonged to Clive’s sister, Jenny. For the last year, Amos had been suffering from an increasing crush towards 14 year old Jenny. Not helped by the fact that she was the sister of his best friend and that all three of them were in the same class at school. It was bad enough that he couldn’t get her out of his mind at night, after seeing her for most of the day.

Amos paused on the room’s thresh-hold, surveying the domain. “Where would it be?” he mused. Earlier that week, he had overheard a conversation between Jenny and some of her girlfriends. It appeared to have been about diaries, and Amos had overheard Jenny admitting that she still kept one. Amos wanted to read it, see if he was mentioned, and mentioned in a good way. He headed to the bed, checking under the pillow. Nothing there. He checked between the mattress and the head board. Nothing there either. He checked underneath the mattress, all the way round. Nothing.

Breathing fast, knowing that he was running out of time, he opened the wardrobe, moving aside shoes at the bottom. Nothing. There was a chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer. Pants and socks. Eurgh. Still nothing. He slid the drawer shut again and tried the next. Bras and swimming costumes. Nope. The next contained T-shirts and tops.

“Fucks sake!” Amos slid the last drawer shut angrily. Desperately, he looked around, failing to see any likely hiding places. Nope. It was a bust. The bottom drawer was sticking out ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. Dejected, he kicked it shut as he moved past to leave the room. It slid back out slightly again. Quickly, Amos dropped to his knees, sliding the drawer all the way out.

“Bingo!” There, nestled in its own little homemade pouch, glued to the outside back of the drawer, was a pink, sparkly notebook, big purple sparkly writing giving the game away somewhat. ‘My diary’.
Amos quickly pulled his phone out, swiped in his pass-code and activated the camera. All too aware that time was of the essence; he flipped through to the last entry and took a picture of the page, then another of the preceding page. Flip, snap, snap-Flip snap, snap. Flip, snap, snap. Not even reading the entries, too scared to in case he got distracted by the written contents. For the first time ever, he wished that Clive was slower in his food foraging. As if summoned, a voice from downstairs called up, triumphant. “I have snacks!”

“Shit!!” Amos stopped taking snaps and slipped the diary back into its pouch, his haste making him fumble the process of lining the drawer up with its runners. “Fuck!! Get in there you motherfucker!” The runners lined up and the drawer slid home. Grabbing his phone from the floor, Amos slipped it into a free pocket and raced from the room, throwing himself onto Clive’s bed like a soldier diving into cover. He managed, just, to pick up the controller and start the game again as Clive, arms full of food, walked through the door.

Still dripping slightly from the shower, Amos clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, climbed into his bed. His phone flashed away on his bedside table, informing him that it was fully charged. It was ten oclock at night, the traffic outside slowly dwindling away to just the occasional car. His hand trembled as picked up his phone, swiping in his code and then having to do it again as his nervous excitement selected the wrong digits on the screen. He opened the camera app and tapped on the folder containing his shots. He scrolled to the last shot taken.

“Mary was such a bitch in class today. Saying that my hair looked like a plate of spaghetti. Cow. Amy had a nice top on. Must ask her where she bought it. Graham still ignoring me :(“ Graham? That prick? Amos felt a little of his heart crumble away. He scrolled down the photo. Nothing much of interest. Clothes. Graham. More clothes. More Graham. He opened the next picture. A moan about the weather. Graham was still avoiding her. Fuck’s sake. Amos had been secretly hoping that he featured in her thoughts, and in a good way. But it would appear not. He flicked through the pictures stopped, heart racing as he spied his name, finally!

“Clive and that geeky pal of his, Amos, are next door playing on that stupid games console.” And that was it, no more mention of him in the rest of the days entry. Well fuck! Amos threw the phone down onto his duvet. His stomach burned. He felt sick. He had felt for sure that he was mentioned in a good way. To find out that he wasn’t even on her radar was emotionally devastating. He picked his phone back up, flicking through the pictures of her diary idly. Something caught his eye and he flicked back a few screens as his brain finally processed what it had seen. He found the picture, expanding it between thumb and forefinger. He read the text.

“I had another weird dream last night. The same as the previous ones,” The previous ones? “He forced himself on me. Held my arms down, trapped me. I screamed and shouted. To no avail. He kept on forcing his hand between my legs. Touched me. God I was so aroused.” What the fuck! “The more he touched me, the more turned on I got. Eventually I had to finish myself off, otherwise I wouldn’t have got back to sleep.“ Holy shit! “It’s definitely getting worse. Certainly more violent. Is something wrong with me?“ Damn fucking right there is. Amos put the phone down. He was hard as a rock. He slipped a hand underneath the duvet and under his boxers, stroking his cock. He pictured Jenny in his mind, smiling, long black hair, those green eyes of hers. He threw the duvet back, pulling his cock free from his boxers. It didn’t take him long to finish. It never did when he thought of Jenny. He mopped up the white mess pooling across his stomach, throwing the sodden tissues towards the bin, missing it completely. Amos sighed relaxing in the afterglow.

Reading part of her diary had changed how he perceived Jenny. He surreptitiously watched her on the bus into school. Trying to marry up the fourteen year old laughing and joking with her female pals to the fourteen year old that dreamed of being sexually assaulted at night. It just didn’t seem possible that the two were the same individual.

“Are you even listening to me?” Clive punched him on the arm as a means of physical punctuation.

“Hmm? Yes of course I was!” Amos dragged his gaze away from Jenny.

“You could have fooled me...”

That night, safe from interruption, Amos scrolled through the entries in Jenny’s diary. Most of it was moaning about perceived slights from other girls and how Graham was still ignoring her. It was almost a week later in her diary before she wrote about another dream. “I was walking back from Anna’s taking the short cut through the trees. The path mum was ALWAYS telling me not to take at night. But there I was, taking it. And I heard a man’s voice, asking what such a pretty girl was doing out so late. I should have run. I tried to, but my feet didn’t move. A man stepped out of the bushes and stopped right in front of me. I turned and tried to run. But he easily grabbed me from behind. His arms wrapping around me, holding me fast. I struggled and tried to break free. But he just laughed in my ear. His arms were tight against my breasts, squashing them. One of his hands dipped lower, down to my leggings. He slipped it inside, touching my knickers, and then he was touching me. The skin of his fingers rough against my pussy. I said that I would scream and he just laughed as he pulled my pants and leggings down to my knees. He pushed me down onto the ground, onto my hands and knees. I cried and told him I was a virgin, begged him to let me go. He responded by sticking his cock inside me. Taking my virginity, right there in the middle of the path. I screamed and tried to fight him off but he just kept on plunging into me. I woke up. My panties were soaked. I just had to rub my clit a few times and my orgasm took over me. I hope I didn’t cry out. I think I did.”

“Fuck me” whispered Amos as he moped up the fresh cum from his stomach. The thought of Jenny cuming to the dream of being raped was mind blowing. He looked through the last entries. There were no more dreams recorded but she mentioned that some men had stared at her on the bus last weekend when she and some mates had gone into town clothes shopping. She had felt her nipples harden and hoped that no one noticed. No-one appeared to. And that was him up to date with the last entries in her diary.

Reading her diary had definitely changed his opinion of Jenny. He covertly watched her across the classroom. Nope, she was still the model of innocent girlishness. The perfect cover for an embodiment of sexual depravity. And it was turning him on like no-ones business. It was also making it very hard for him to concentrate on the topic at hand, the geo political stance of some shithole county ruled by some toss pot wanker that would probably be assassinated before the year was out. The teacher paused in his lecture. “Are you even paying attention Amos?”

The class, as one, turned in his direction. “No Sir.” There were sniggers.

“Well at least you are being honest. At least try and look like you are interested.”

“Yes Sir.”

“As I was saying, the situation in the upper delta...” Amos tried, he really did. But spear chucking wannabes had no hope against hormones and sexual deviancy.

Clive caught up with him as the end of lunchtime bell rang. Big cheesy grin and a hand held behind his back. “Where the fuck did you piss off to?” Amos asked.

With a double winking of his eyebrows, Clive dramatically brought the hidden hand into view “Tah-dah!” he proclaimed as his hand displayed the latest Call of Duty game.

“Oh cool!” Amos perked up, “how long for?”

“Two weeks.”

“Blinder!”

“Fancy a bit of totally unnecessary and gratuitous gun play tonight?” Clive asked.

“Don’t mind if I do kind sir! Not for long though, school night and all.”

“Alas, indeed.” Clive dramatically rolled his eyes.

Hurriedly wolfing the last of his tea down, Amos bolted from his house, a grunted reply to the parental command to be back home for eight. Jumping on his push bike he managed a wheelie onto the pavement and cycled furiously along the gap between parked cars and garden fences, skilfully steering around the piles of dog shit scattered about like environmental landmines. Locking on the rear brake, he kicked the back out as he turned into the driveway of Clive’s house. Leaving the bike to fall onto the lawn, he rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently until it was opened by Clive’s dad. Into the hallway and then up the stairs, two at a time.

Only the stairs were not empty. Jenny was on her way down. They met halfway, Jenny flattening herself against the wall to let him past. Amos stopped and found himself the closest to Jenny that he had been for some considerable time. He was stood on the step below the one she was perched upon, which put his head at the same level as hers.

God, she was so beautiful so close up, very pretty, hardly, if any, make up. Maybe a little lip gloss or something, as her lips were shiny and moist. There was an aroma of something. He had no idea what it was, but it was nice. Her nose was small, dainty. It was so cute. He wanted to tweak it between thumb and forefinger. He had a mad impulse daring in its implementation, its outcome unknown and possibly far reaching.

He placed a hand on her hip, the other against the wall. Her eyes widened, becoming two large pools in that pretty face. He went for it. Like a chimney felled by Fred Dibnah, he slowly leaned towards Jenny. Her face becoming larger till it was the only thing he saw. He could feel her breath on his face as he got closer. She could probably feel his. He moved to kiss her on the lips.

“AMOS!” He jerked backed reflexively at the shout emanating from Clive’s bedroom. Removing his hand from the wall and the other one from Jenny, he stepped back. He heard footsteps approach the doorway, and took another step back away from Jenny.

Remembering something he had read in her diary, he looked down. Sure enough, her nipples were prominently protruding from beneath her school blouse. She was aroused! Her face turned bright red as she saw where he was looking and she spun from him, racing down the stairs as though the house was on fire. Understandable as something was definitely alight within him.

Clive poked his head out of his bedroom “AMO, oh there you are. Wondered where you had gotten too. Nice slide into the driveway by the way.”

“Uh-ah, thanks. Good to go?”

“Hell yeah! Come on, times-a- wasting.”

Taking cover behind a wall, Amos reloaded “On three. One, two, three.” He popped back out, firing off the entire mag into the window as Clive ran over and deftly lobbed a grenade inside. Amos ducked back behind the wall, reloading again as the grenade detonated. The screen flashing with the confirmed kill.

“Yes! We are smokin’” Clive pumped the air as Amos grinned at him. It was turning out to be a great evening.