room. Coldness seeps into my bones and my lips are swollen and sore from the passionate, yet desperate, kiss he plastered on me. Scolding myself in my mind, my mood turns sour. I was about ready to drop my robe and ride his cock. But thank god common sense came over him, I don’t think I would have stopped him. Lust took over and clouded my brain, my body coming alive beneath the lips of a man I have no chance of being with.
“Car?” Gemma is in front of me, staring at my face. “You’re really pale. Are you okay?”
“Fine. I’m fine. I…I need to lay down for five minutes.” I dodge passed her, the questions she wants to ask me are written all over her face and I’m not ready to answer any one of them.
Safe inside the confines of my bedroom, I lock my door and turn, collapsing face first to the bed with a bounce. Why the hell did I let that happen?
I’ve had sex with one person in my whole life, it was such a bad experience that I didn’t want it to ever happen again. The bruises left on my thighs and the blood loss had me absolutely terrified of experiencing sex again. I was fifteen, still young and living my life, partying was what led me to trouble. I remember being so drunk that I was acting like a total moron and ended up with a boy from my class, a boy that every female in the school wanted. I’m still not sure how we got from the room that party was in, to the bedroom at the end of the hall. All I remember is the excruciating pain between my legs and vision being blurry. I woke up the next morning in the same position, the throbbing between my legs so intense that I screamed into the empty room. The last thing I remember before passing out was paramedics entering the room. After that, everything was dark until I woke up in the hospital. The memories slay me, they control me.
Not wanting to reminisce about those shitty times, I get on my feet and get ready for a night out, get pissed, anything to rid the images from my brain.
I punch the dashboard in my car, frustrated and infuriated with myself for doing what I just did. Before going up to her apartment, I vowed to myself that I would pass her the phone and leave without saying anything. But seeing her in that robe, knowing she was naked underneath had my cock rock hard within seconds. Of course, as usual, I was thinking with the wrong fucking head.
Her lips were so smooth, soft and tasted fucking divine and the imprint left on me has me wanting more. More of something I can’t fucking have. Growling with frustration, I turn the key in the ignition and high tail it away from her apartment before I go back up there and release this pent up sexual frustration that she’s stirred up in me. My dick is still standing to attention and it’s distracting me from driving. I’m speeding but I don’t give a fuck about being pulled over, I can worm my way out of anything.
Walking up the concrete steps to the Victorian townhouse that looms in front of me, I ring the bell and wait with impatience. I’m not one to express patience, I’d rather have shit done straight away or not all. After thirty seconds and no answer, I press my finger to the bell and keep it there.
Finally, the door swings open and an annoyed looking Jase answers, a towel around his waist and scowl on his face. “What’s with the incessant ringing of the bell, mate?”
“You didn’t answer, so I pressed it until you did. It worked didn’t it?” I say gruffly, pushing my way past him into his home. His house is the kind you read about, all rustic chic décor, blacks and brown, and his furniture a contradiction to the wall colours. A white eight seater corner sofa faces a view of this three-acre garden, the wall mounted, flat screen TV is playing music quietly and the white fur rug is what makes up his living room. The open plan kitchen with its faux wooden walls and white appliances glistening under the overhead light, stands proud, no dirty object in
“Car?” Gemma is in front of me, staring at my face. “You’re really pale. Are you okay?”
“Fine. I’m fine. I…I need to lay down for five minutes.” I dodge passed her, the questions she wants to ask me are written all over her face and I’m not ready to answer any one of them.
Safe inside the confines of my bedroom, I lock my door and turn, collapsing face first to the bed with a bounce. Why the hell did I let that happen?
I’ve had sex with one person in my whole life, it was such a bad experience that I didn’t want it to ever happen again. The bruises left on my thighs and the blood loss had me absolutely terrified of experiencing sex again. I was fifteen, still young and living my life, partying was what led me to trouble. I remember being so drunk that I was acting like a total moron and ended up with a boy from my class, a boy that every female in the school wanted. I’m still not sure how we got from the room that party was in, to the bedroom at the end of the hall. All I remember is the excruciating pain between my legs and vision being blurry. I woke up the next morning in the same position, the throbbing between my legs so intense that I screamed into the empty room. The last thing I remember before passing out was paramedics entering the room. After that, everything was dark until I woke up in the hospital. The memories slay me, they control me.
Not wanting to reminisce about those shitty times, I get on my feet and get ready for a night out, get pissed, anything to rid the images from my brain.
I punch the dashboard in my car, frustrated and infuriated with myself for doing what I just did. Before going up to her apartment, I vowed to myself that I would pass her the phone and leave without saying anything. But seeing her in that robe, knowing she was naked underneath had my cock rock hard within seconds. Of course, as usual, I was thinking with the wrong fucking head.
Her lips were so smooth, soft and tasted fucking divine and the imprint left on me has me wanting more. More of something I can’t fucking have. Growling with frustration, I turn the key in the ignition and high tail it away from her apartment before I go back up there and release this pent up sexual frustration that she’s stirred up in me. My dick is still standing to attention and it’s distracting me from driving. I’m speeding but I don’t give a fuck about being pulled over, I can worm my way out of anything.
Walking up the concrete steps to the Victorian townhouse that looms in front of me, I ring the bell and wait with impatience. I’m not one to express patience, I’d rather have shit done straight away or not all. After thirty seconds and no answer, I press my finger to the bell and keep it there.
Finally, the door swings open and an annoyed looking Jase answers, a towel around his waist and scowl on his face. “What’s with the incessant ringing of the bell, mate?”
“You didn’t answer, so I pressed it until you did. It worked didn’t it?” I say gruffly, pushing my way past him into his home. His house is the kind you read about, all rustic chic décor, blacks and brown, and his furniture a contradiction to the wall colours. A white eight seater corner sofa faces a view of this three-acre garden, the wall mounted, flat screen TV is playing music quietly and the white fur rug is what makes up his living room. The open plan kitchen with its faux wooden walls and white appliances glistening under the overhead light, stands proud, no dirty object in
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