Chapter 5

Some shit only happens in your teenage years. That phase where you feel all grown up, but you’re still holding hands with your friends, laughing your ass off, swooning over any glance from the boys. And of course, there’s always that one friend — or in my case, my cousin — who loves dragging you into the shadiest adventures.

It was on one of those days she showed up all hyped, grabbing my arm before I even knew what was going on.

“Come with me? I gotta see my fuck buddy."
" M-me? Why?"
"Ah, he’s got a friend.”

Boom. I already knew where this was headed. She was giving me that look, like she’d already made up her mind and was just waiting for me to fall in line.

“No way, right? I’m dating someone!” My voice came out kinda weak, ‘cause even I wasn’t sure 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 in the gut. I liked him, I really did. But the truth? He didn’t take me seriously. I waited for texts that never came, he hooked up with me when he felt like it, vanished without a word. And me, dumb as hell, I kept hanging on.

My cousin snorted, 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 what’s this friend like, at least is he 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 this cramped little house in the neighborhood, kinda dim, smelling like fresh laundry hanging on the line. The guys were there, sprawled on the couch, cracking up over something. Her fuck buddy’s friend eyed me from the side, 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 swapping looks, sending signals, laughing like a pack of hyenas, sizing me up, waiting for the right moment to drop the bait. I felt ridiculous, trying to act like I didn’t notice, staring at the floor, the walls, anything but those eyes.

The guy… I won’t lie. He was a skinny dude with straight hair falling just right over his face, a sexy smile, and light eyes. If life was different, I could’ve fallen hard for him. But it wasn’t.

As soon as my cousin figured she’d had enough fun, she stood up and yanked her fuck buddy by the arm, dragging him to the bedroom without a second thought. 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 gaze on me, even without the guts to meet it.

“So…” His voice came low, drawling, with a half-smile on his lips.

My body was tense, fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt without me realizing. Did I want to bolt? 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 locked on mine in a silent invite. When he leaned in, I closed my eyes.

The kiss started soft, slow. His mouth was hot, wet in just the right way, 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 sent shivers down my arms. His hands slid up my arm, light, like he was asking permission before really touching.

I sighed against his mouth. He smiled.

And like you can tell, 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, all gentle, testing the waters, brushing lightly against my waist, my arms. I’d dodge a bit, pretending I didn’t feel it. But truth? I felt it.

That little warmth started small, shy like me, but it grew. First in my stomach, then sinking lower, spreading between my legs, throbbing in a slow pulse that left me restless. My tits got sensitive, every tiny rub against my shirt fabric making my body react. And he seemed to know it. His touch felt good, firm just right. That big hand squeezed 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. Didn’t get it at first, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Only when my palm hit something hot, hard, did it click.

I snapped my eyes open.

He was looking at me sideways, a naughty grin on his lips. My fingers felt the strain 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 like you can tell, 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, all gentle, testing the waters, brushing lightly against my waist, my arms. I’d dodge a bit, pretending I didn’t feel it. But truth? I felt it.

That little warmth started small, shy like me, but it grew. First in my stomach, then sinking lower, spreading between my legs, throbbing in a slow pulse that left me restless. My tits got sensitive, every tiny rub against my shirt fabric making my body react. And he seemed to know it. His touch felt good, firm just right. That big hand squeezed 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. Didn’t get it at first, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Only when my palm hit something hot, hard, did it click.

I snapped my eyes open.

He was looking at me sideways, a naughty grin on his lips. My fingers felt the strain of his jeans, the obvious bulge there, hot under the fabric.

I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it.

“Grab it, just a little…”

His voice came out husky, 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, throbbing in my palm. He’d pulled it out without me noticing, jeans tugged 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 timid up-and-down motion. The texture was different, a mix of hardness and smoothness that had me hooked. He reacted to every stroke, breath getting heavier, hips shifting slightly against my hand.

I got the hang of it, squeezing a little tighter, feeling the slick 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, those skilled digits sneaking between 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, fingers gliding slow, feeling how wet I already was. I didn’t deny it, didn’t fake any fight. We’d passed that point.

The pleasure started building in small 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 grinned, pleased, and fingered me deeper, exploring every curve of my wetness, every spot that made my body quake.

Desire hit hard, rising like a fever. And then, without overthinking, I slid down, laying back 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 limp, while I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the hot, salty thrill of his arousal.

He let out a sharp breath, head tilting 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 a hungry, urgent kiss. My heart hammered, legs still shaky from how he’d fingered me minutes before.

“Come to the bedroom,” he muttered against my lips, voice rough, thick with need.

I went. Didn’t hesitate. Let him lead me, body hot, mind foggy.

My panties were down before the door even shut. He yanked them quick, fingers trailing my skin as he backed me up, making me fall onto the bed with him between my legs. The weight of his body on mine, hot skin against mine, every muscle tight, ready to claim me. He didn’t waste time. Gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, and I felt the tip of his cock brush my entrance, sliding against my slick folds, teasing before pushing in. I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, begging without words.

Then he thrust in.

The head went first, stretching me slow, making my body adjust to his size. A moan ripped from my throat, legs clamping around his waist. But he wanted more. He gripped my waist tight and shoved in all at once, burying deep, filling me completely. The air rushed out of my lungs in a hard gasp. The feeling of being taken, invaded like that, hot and intense, made my head spin. He held my face, eyes locked on mine as he started moving, thrusting deep, steady, each stroke pulling a moan from my lips.

My body gave in without a fight, pleasure surging fast, every thrust dragging me to a place of pure want and urgency. I rocked against him, feeling the delicious friction lift me higher, heat building, getting closer to the edge.

And he knew.

“Like that… so hot for me…” he murmured, breath heavy in my ear, picking up speed, 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 surrendered to a guy I’d just met, my body hummed, consumed by desire, pleasure climbing too fast for me to control. Each thrust pulled me deeper, hot sweat gluing our bodies, and my mind couldn’t string together a single clear thought.

The orgasm came charging, rising from my core, ready to wreck me without mercy. And he felt it.

“Take it… take it… hot stuff… you feel my cock?” His voice dragged against my ear, moans muffled in my neck as he kept pounding, no mercy.

I was gonna come. I knew it. He knew it.

But then, out of nowhere, the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall, muffled shouts growing louder, 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 blazing with pure rage.

“Is this how you wanna date me, you slut?!”

I opened my mouth. Wanted to answer, to apologize, to say anything, but it was too late.

The orgasm hit like a storm, exploding in my core with force, body shaking out of control as my breath tore into a choked moan. Under his furious stare, I came. Came without holding back, couldn’t stop it, a hot spasm owning me completely.

Shame burned my face, my chest, every inch of me.

And from my mouth, in a thin whisper, only a long moan came, loaded with pleasure and defeat.

“Aaaahhhhh…”

I didn’t dare look up.