Chapter 5
Some things only happen in your teenage years. That phase where you felt all grown up, but still ran around holding hands with your friends, laughing loud, sighing over any glance from the boys. And of course, there was always that one friend – or in my case, my cousin – who loved dragging you into the shadiest adventures.
It was on one of those days she showed up all excited, grabbing my arm before I even knew what was going on.
"Come with me real quick? I gotta see my hookup."
"M-me? Why?"
"Oh, he's got a friend with him."
Boom. I already knew where this was headed. She was giving me that look, like she'd already decided everything and was just waiting for me to go along.
"No way, right? I'm dating someone!"
My voice came out kinda weak, because even I had my doubts about what I was saying.
"Dating who, girl? That guy who won't even claim you?"
I froze. My stomach twisted up like she'd kicked me right where it hurt. I liked him, I really did. But the truth? He didn't take me seriously. I waited for texts that never came, he'd hang out with me when he felt like it, disappear without a word. And me, stupid as I was, kept hanging on.
My cousin huffed, rolling her eyes.
"Cuz, come on. He doesn't even care about you, you know that."
"He does... sometimes."
"Alright. So tell me, when's the last time he called you his girlfriend?"
"I-I... He... Ah, I don't know!"
She crossed her arms, all smug.
"There. Now let's go."
"But this friend, is he at least cute?"
"He's hot as hell!"
"Oh, cuz..."
"Just a little makeout, girl! Stop being such a prude."
And off I went, heart pounding in my throat, stepping into a cramped little house in the neighborhood, kinda dim, smelling like fresh laundry hanging on the line. The guys were there, sprawled on the couch, laughing about something. Her hookup's friend glanced at me sideways, adjusting his shirt, like he already knew why I was there.
And the worst part? I knew too.
The small talk full of hints dragged on for half an hour. They kept exchanging looks, signals, laughing among themselves like a pack of hyenas, sizing me up, waiting for the right moment to drop the bait. I felt ridiculous, pretending not to notice, staring at the floor, the walls, anything but those eyes.
The guy... I won't deny it. He was skinny, with straight hair falling perfectly over his face, a sexy smile, and light eyes. If life were different, I could've fallen for him easy. But it wasn't.
As soon as my cousin decided she'd had enough fun, she got up and yanked her hookup by the arm, dragging him to the bedroom without any fuss. She left me there, alone with the other one. He didn't waste five seconds before sliding over on the couch to sit closer. I could feel his eyes on me, even without the guts to look back.
"So..."
His voice came low, drawn out, with a half-smile on his lips.
My body was tense, my fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt without me realizing. Did I want to get out of there? Maybe. Did I want to stay? Probably even more.
A few kisses won't kill me.
I took a deep breath and turned my face toward him. Those light eyes met mine in a silent invite. When he leaned in, I closed my eyes.
The kiss was soft, slow. His mouth was warm, wet just right, fitting easy into my rhythm. He didn't rush, let me set the pace. The tip of his tongue brushed mine, exploring slow, in a patient game that gave me goosebumps on my arms. His hands slid up my arm, light, like they were asking permission before really touching.
I sighed against his mouth. He smiled.
And then, as you've probably figured out, I'm a really shy person. But once you light my fire, I burn up fast.
The kiss, which started light, started gaining heat. And with it came the wandering hand. First, soft, testing the waters, brushing lightly against my waist, my arms. I'd dodge a little, trying to act like I didn't feel it. But the truth? I did.
That little warmth started small, shy like me, but it grew. First in my stomach, then sinking lower, spreading between my legs, pulsing in a slow throb that left me restless. My tits started getting sensitive, every tiny brush against the fabric of my shirt making my body react. And he seemed to know it. His touch was good, firm just right. That big hand squeezing in a way that made me melt. I wasn't dodging as much anymore. I let it happen.
Then, in the middle of that kiss, I felt him grab my hand. I didn't get it right away, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Only when my palm hit something hot, hard, did it click.
I opened my eyes in shock.
He was looking at me sideways, a naughty smile on his lips. My fingers felt the pressure of his jeans, the obvious bulge there, hot through the fabric.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it.
"Grab it, just a little..."
And then, as you've probably figured out, I'm a really shy person. But once you light my fire, I burn up fast. The kiss, which started light, started gaining heat. And with it came the wandering hand. First, soft, testing the waters, brushing lightly against my waist, my arms. I'd dodge a little, trying to act like I didn't feel it. But the truth? I did.
That little warmth started small, shy like me, but it grew. First in my stomach, then sinking lower, spreading between my legs, pulsing in a slow throb that left me restless. My tits started getting sensitive, every tiny brush against the fabric of my shirt making my body react. And he seemed to know it. His touch was good, firm just right. That big hand squeezing in a way that made me melt. I wasn't dodging as much anymore. I let it happen.
Then, in the middle of that kiss, I felt him grab my hand. I didn't get it right away, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Only when my palm hit something hot, hard, did it click.
I opened my eyes in shock.
He was looking at me sideways, a naughty smile on his lips. My fingers felt the pressure of his jeans, the obvious bulge there, hot through the fabric.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it.
"Grab it, just a little..."
His voice came out rough, almost a plea, almost a command.
I was still trying to yank my hand back, but he kept at it, eyes locked on mine, like he knew one more push and I'd give in. My fingers were still there, unsure, feeling the heat of that hard cock, hot, throbbing in my palm. He'd pulled it out without me noticing, jeans shoved down a bit, everything out in the open. The initial shock made me hold my breath, but it didn't take long for curiosity to beat out the hesitation.
I touched it lightly, fingers sliding hesitant over the soft, hot skin, feeling how it pulsed under my touch. He let out a heavy sigh, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
"Like that..."
He murmured, voice rough, guiding my hand with his.
I started slow, a shy up-and-down motion. The texture was different, a mix of hardness and smoothness that had me hooked. He reacted to every touch, breath getting heavier, hips shifting lightly against my hand.
I got the hang of it, squeezing a bit more, feeling the nice slide of skin under my fingers. The hot, wet head against my palm, the little tremors running up his body, the way he bit his lip to hold back the moans.
His hand, with those bold fingers, slid down slow, skilled fingers slipping through the gaps in my clothes until they found my pussy. I felt the first light touch, almost a tease, and my whole body shivered. He noticed. Without me saying a word, he kept going, sliding his fingers slow, feeling how wet I already was. I didn't deny it, didn't pretend to resist. We'd passed that point.
The pleasure started building in little waves, spreading heat all over my body. My legs parted a bit more, and I bit my lip, trying to hold in the sounds begging to escape. But he didn't want quiet. He wanted to hear me. When I felt a finger slide deeper, pushing slow, a soft moan slipped from my mouth. He smiled, pleased, and fingered me deeper, exploring every curve of my pussy, every spot that made my body shake.
Desire hit hard, rising like a fever. And then, without overthinking, I slid down, laying in his lap while my hands kept working.
I looked up, his eyes cloudy with lust, chest rising and falling faster. He kept his fingers inside me, making me go weak, while I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the hot, salty excitement.
He let out a sharp breath, head falling back a little.
"Fuck..."
That egged me on more. Keeping the rhythm, I kept sucking, feeling it throb against my tongue, while his fingers buried deep in my pussy, making me grind against his hand without even realizing.
Suddenly, he stood up, pulling me by the arm, mouth crashing into mine in an urgent, hungry kiss. My heart was hammering, legs still shaky from how he'd fingered me minutes before.
"Come to the bedroom,"
He murmured against my lips, voice rough, loaded with lust.
I went. Didn't hesitate. Let him lead me, body hot, thoughts fuzzy.
My panties were down before the door even closed. He yanked them quick, fingers sliding over my skin as he guided me back, making me fall onto the bed with him between my legs. The weight of his body on mine, hot skin against mine, every muscle tense, ready to take me. He didn't waste time. Grabbed my thighs, spreading me wider, and I felt the tip of his cock brush my entrance, sliding against my wet flesh, teasing before going in. I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, begging without words.
Then he thrust in.
The head went first, opening me slow, making my body adjust to his size. A moan escaped my throat, legs clamping around his waist. But he wanted more. He gripped my waist tight and pushed all the way, burying deep, filling me completely. The air rushed out of my lungs in a hard sigh. The feeling of being taken, invaded like that, hot and intense, made my head spin. He held my face, looking into my eyes as he started moving, thrusting deep, rhythmic, each push pulling a moan from my mouth.
My body gave in without a fight, pleasure rising fast, each thrust dragging me to a place where it was all raw desire and urgency. I rocked against him, feeling the delicious friction lift me higher, the heat building, getting closer to the edge.
And he knew it.
"Like that... so hot for me..."
He murmured, breath heavy in my ear, speeding up, fucking me deeper, harder, until I couldn't think of anything but what he was doing to me.
There, laid out, legs spread wide, totally given over to a guy I'd just met, my body was buzzing, consumed by desire, pleasure climbing too fast for me to control. Each thrust pulled me deeper, hot sweat sticking our bodies together, and my mind couldn't form a single coherent thought.
The orgasm was charging in, rising from my core, ready to hit me without mercy. And he felt it.
"Take it... take it... hot stuff... feel my cock?"
His voice dragged against my ear, moans muffled into my neck as he kept pounding me, no mercy.
I was gonna cum. I knew it. He knew it.
But then, out of nowhere, the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall, muffled shouts building, getting closer. He didn't notice, or maybe didn't want to. Just kept going, fucking me hard, holding me like nothing else mattered.
And then the door flew open with a bang.
My body froze. The orgasm right there, about to take me, but my mind snapping awake in cold shock.
The figure in the doorway stole my breath.
Him. The guy I liked. The one I wanted to claim me. The one who never bothered. Now standing there, face dark, eyes burning with pure rage.
"Is this how you wanna date me, you slut?!"
I opened my mouth. Wanted to answer, to apologize, say anything, but it was too late.
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, exploding in my core with force, body shaking out of control as my breath tore into a choked moan. Under his furious glare, I came. Came without holding back, without stopping it, a hot spasm taking over completely.
Shame burned in my face, my chest, every inch of me.
And from my mouth, in a thin voice, only a long moan came out, loaded with pleasure and defeat.
"Aaaahhhhh..."
I didn't dare look up.