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frowned as he pushed me forward and lifted my skirt up before pulling my panties down.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us.
“Yes, here.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. “Shit, you’re wet already.” He groaned as he slowly entered me.
“Oh, Brandon.” I groaned as he filled me up.
“I love you, you know that, right, Katie?” He grunted as he pushed me towards the garbage cans. “Hold on tight, this is going to be hard and fast.”
“I love you too, Brandon.” I moaned, not caring in that moment if anyone heard or saw me. “Please forgive me.”
“Shh.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped onto the garbage cans tightly as he pummeled into me, letting all of his emotions out. He came hard and fast and his sperm ran down my leg as he pulled out mid orgasm. “Oh, sorry.” He looked down at the line of semen that cascaded down my leg.
“It’s okay.” I nodded and quickly pulled my panties up and my skirt down. “Can we talk?”
“I don’t think so.” He zipped his pants up. “I’ve got to get back to the office.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. “We can do lunch if you want, like you said earlier.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, maybe I can cook you dinner tonight?”
“No.” He shook his head and looked at me with a blank stare. “I won’t be there tonight.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll give you time to pack up your stuff.”
“Pack up my stuff?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want you out by this weekend.” He shrugged. “I’m sure it won’t take long to pack up. You didn’t bring much. I know why now.”
“I don’t want to move out.” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. “I love you.”
“It’s over, Katie.”
“But I love you and you love me.” I protested, trying to grab his arm and make him look at me.
“I don’t date high school girls.”
“I’m not in high school.”
“Close enough. What difference does a couple of months really make?” He looked up at me then and stared into my eyes. “Thanks for the last fuck, though, it’s a better memory for me to keep than in the classroom.” And then he turned around and walked away. I stood there for about 30 minutes, stunned and dazed at what had happened. Tears streamed down my face and I sat on the ground, crying as my heart broke.
Chapter 4
“I still have some of your things,” Brandon continued as we walked into the large conference room.
“Oh, you could have flung them out.” I gave him a weak smile. “I’m sure none of those clothes fit me anymore.”
“Yeah, perhaps not.” He shrugged and looked at my figure. I felt slightly self- conscious as he looked me over. I had definitely filled out since I was 18. Bigger breasts, curvier figure, bigger ass. “But I didn’t know if there was anything you would have wanted to keep.”
“Oh, well, thanks.” I glanced at his face again, unable to stop myself fro m studying his features. I wanted to reach over and trace the lines of his face. It felt surreal to be standing here with him. This was the first time I’d seen him since we had broken up. I’d never gone back to the apartment after he had broken up with me. I’d gone to my dorm room and cried and cried and Meg had comforted me when she came back after her classes. I’d felt humiliated and used. Abandoned and abused, and I hated him and myself. If only I hadn’t lied. Things would have been different then. That’s all I could tell myself. Every day seemed the same and I waited by the phone anxiously, willing it to ring and for it to be him, begging me to forgive him and take him back. Only he never called. And I never called him. I was too scared that he wouldn’t pick up, or that he would tell me that he hated me. I held out hope for two months and then I saw a photograph of him
“I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us.
“Yes, here.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. “Shit, you’re wet already.” He groaned as he slowly entered me.
“Oh, Brandon.” I groaned as he filled me up.
“I love you, you know that, right, Katie?” He grunted as he pushed me towards the garbage cans. “Hold on tight, this is going to be hard and fast.”
“I love you too, Brandon.” I moaned, not caring in that moment if anyone heard or saw me. “Please forgive me.”
“Shh.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped onto the garbage cans tightly as he pummeled into me, letting all of his emotions out. He came hard and fast and his sperm ran down my leg as he pulled out mid orgasm. “Oh, sorry.” He looked down at the line of semen that cascaded down my leg.
“It’s okay.” I nodded and quickly pulled my panties up and my skirt down. “Can we talk?”
“I don’t think so.” He zipped his pants up. “I’ve got to get back to the office.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. “We can do lunch if you want, like you said earlier.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, maybe I can cook you dinner tonight?”
“No.” He shook his head and looked at me with a blank stare. “I won’t be there tonight.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll give you time to pack up your stuff.”
“Pack up my stuff?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want you out by this weekend.” He shrugged. “I’m sure it won’t take long to pack up. You didn’t bring much. I know why now.”
“I don’t want to move out.” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. “I love you.”
“It’s over, Katie.”
“But I love you and you love me.” I protested, trying to grab his arm and make him look at me.
“I don’t date high school girls.”
“I’m not in high school.”
“Close enough. What difference does a couple of months really make?” He looked up at me then and stared into my eyes. “Thanks for the last fuck, though, it’s a better memory for me to keep than in the classroom.” And then he turned around and walked away. I stood there for about 30 minutes, stunned and dazed at what had happened. Tears streamed down my face and I sat on the ground, crying as my heart broke.
Chapter 4
“I still have some of your things,” Brandon continued as we walked into the large conference room.
“Oh, you could have flung them out.” I gave him a weak smile. “I’m sure none of those clothes fit me anymore.”
“Yeah, perhaps not.” He shrugged and looked at my figure. I felt slightly self- conscious as he looked me over. I had definitely filled out since I was 18. Bigger breasts, curvier figure, bigger ass. “But I didn’t know if there was anything you would have wanted to keep.”
“Oh, well, thanks.” I glanced at his face again, unable to stop myself fro m studying his features. I wanted to reach over and trace the lines of his face. It felt surreal to be standing here with him. This was the first time I’d seen him since we had broken up. I’d never gone back to the apartment after he had broken up with me. I’d gone to my dorm room and cried and cried and Meg had comforted me when she came back after her classes. I’d felt humiliated and used. Abandoned and abused, and I hated him and myself. If only I hadn’t lied. Things would have been different then. That’s all I could tell myself. Every day seemed the same and I waited by the phone anxiously, willing it to ring and for it to be him, begging me to forgive him and take him back. Only he never called. And I never called him. I was too scared that he wouldn’t pick up, or that he would tell me that he hated me. I held out hope for two months and then I saw a photograph of him
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