Chapter 6

Some things only happen in your teenage years. That phase where you felt all grown up, but still ran hand in hand with your girlfriends, laughing loud, sighing over any glance from the boys. And of course, there was always that friend — or in my case, my cousin — who loved dragging us 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 on, come with me? I gotta see my fuck buddy."
"A-and me? Why?"
"Ah, he’s got a friend.”

Bam. I already knew where this was headed. She was looking at me with that look of someone who’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 hell, kept hanging on.

My cousin huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Cuz, for the love of God. He doesn’t even care about you, you know that."
"He does… sometimes."
"Okay. So tell me, when’s the last time he called you his girlfriend?"
"A-and 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 make-out sesh, girl! Stop being such a prude.”

And off I went, heart pounding in my throat, stepping into a cramped little row house, kinda dim, with that fresh laundry smell from clothes hanging on the line. The guys were there, sprawled on the couch, laughing about 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 shot glances, traded signals, chuckling like a pack of hyenas, sizing me up, waiting for the right moment to drop the bait. I felt ridiculous, trying to pretend I didn’t notice, staring at the floor, the walls, anything but those looks.

The guy… I won’t deny it. 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 any fuss. Left me there, alone with the other one. He didn’t waste five seconds before making his move, sliding over on the couch to sit closer. I could feel his gaze on me, even without the guts to look back.

“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? Even more maybe.

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 it, let me set the pace. The tip of his tongue brushed mine, exploring slow, in a patient tease that sent shivers down my arms. His hands slid up my arm, light, like they were asking permission before really touching.

I sighed into 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 gentle, picked up steam. And with it came the wandering hands. At first, soft, testing the waters, brushing my waist, my arms. I’d dodge a little, pretending I didn’t feel it. But truth? I felt it.

That warm tingle started small, shy like me, but it built up. First in my belly, then dropping lower, spreading between my legs, pulsing in a slow throb that left me restless. My tits got sensitive, every little rub against my shirt fabric making my body react. And he seemed to know. 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. Didn’t get it at first, eyes closed, lost in the feel. Only when my palm hit something hot and hard did it click.

I snapped my eyes open.

He was watching me from the side, 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 away, but he held on.

“Grab it, just a little…”

His voice was rough, almost a plea, almost a command.

I was still tugging my hand, 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 tentative 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 gravelly, 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 stroke, breath getting heavier, hips shifting a bit 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, 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 built in little waves, spreading heat all over me. My legs parted a bit more, and I bit my lip, trying to stifle 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 heaving faster. He still had fingers inside me, making me go weak, as I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the hot, salty rush of his arousal.

He let out a sharp breath, head tilting back a little.

“Fuck…”

That egged me on more. Keeping the rhythm, I sucked him, feeling the thick pulse 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 murmured against my lips, voice rough, thick with need.

I went. Didn’t hesitate. Let him lead me, body hot, thoughts fuzzy.

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 thighs. 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, my body adjusting to his size. A moan tore from my throat, legs clamping around his waist. But he wanted more. He gripped my hips tight and shoved in all at once, burying deep, filling me completely. The air rushed out of my lungs in a hard gasp. The feel 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 me.

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

And he knew.

“Like that… so good 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 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 barreled in, surging up from my core, ready to wreck me without mercy. And he felt it.

“Take it… take it… baby… feel my cock?” His voice dragged against my ear, moans muffled into my neck as he kept pounding, 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 a 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, to say anything, but it was too late.

The orgasm hit like a storm, exploding in my belly with force, body shaking out of control as my breath broke into a choked moan. Under his furious glare, I came. Came hard, couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t stop it, a hot spasm owning every inch of me.

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

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

“Aaaahhhhh…”

I didn’t dare lift my eyes.