Chapter 6

After our first time, I couldn’t be alone with him for a second without a string of quickies and make-out sessions starting up. When I was away from him at home, I had to rub one out at least once per shower! I was discovering myself and loving it! I’d never been so horny in my life as I was right then. We’d decided not to tell our parents—if they knew, we were afraid they’d forbid us from being alone together. Up until then, there were no issues with one of us sleeping over at the other’s place, but with this new info, everything could change. Our parents didn’t see anything wrong with our relationship, and really, there wasn’t— I only started getting interested in him when I saw he had separate photos of me on his personal computer, and the rest you already know.

At my house, sitting in the kitchen prepping lunch with my mom, the conversation went something like this:

“Honey, you got anything planned this weekend?” she asked, distracted as she chopped the onions.

“No, I just wanna die and wake up on Monday,” I said, stirring a pot half-heartedly.

“So you don’t wanna come to your grandma’s with us?” The onions stopped getting chopped. “She misses you.”

“I promise I’ll swing by. I wanna focus more on studying so I can pass the entrance exam on the first try and not waste a year in prep courses. Explain that to her, please.” It was true, I needed to, but really, I just wanted to fuck.

“And why do you have that look on your face?” my mom asked, worried.

“I’m dying from cramps. It should start today.”

“Should? You been doing something you shouldn’t?” My mom was sharp.

“Mom, don’t start with the stork talk now, please? Am I gonna get knocked up by an angel?” I turned my nerves into fake anger.

Moms pick up on changes in their kids. My mom didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she suspected something. Maybe the fact that I was suddenly hanging around the corners more with John, only wearing skirts or spending more time in the bathroom.

The fact was, I was gonna get my period. Normally, the cramps announce it, and during the heavy flow, my body gets super sensitive—like my tits, even though they’re sore—if I touch them, it gives me this amazing horniness, and my pussy feels hotter than usual.

I was dying to fuck, and the period ramped up my libido while closing the playground for maintenance at the same time. I’d seen tips from friends about stuffing cotton way up there, but I was scared I wouldn’t get it out or it’d leave fibers where it shouldn’t. I had a huge disgust for making a mess. I even considered giving up my ass, but fuck! “Blood and shit together ain’t gonna be pretty!” I thought, making a grossed-out face without meaning to. I decided that if I switched to a tampon right when it was time to get it on, I could at least play around outside. I didn’t use them regularly, only when I had to wear a bikini or clothes that showed lines.

“So honey, you know you can talk to your mom about anything, right?” I’d completely forgotten I was in the kitchen with my mom—I’d zoned out in my thoughts.

“Okay, Mom, but stop with that please, you’re embarrassing me.” If the pot still needed stirring, it wasn’t gonna be me—I ditched my task and ran to my room.

When I stepped into my room, I felt something trickling inside me. I grabbed a pad from the dresser and headed to the bathroom. Good thing I could get one in time. I stuck a finger in and it came out dirty, but it hadn’t stained my panties. I sat on the toilet for a bit to check the flow and made a phone call.

“Girl, you sitting down?”

“Hey, everything good? What’s up?”

“How do you fuck when you’re on your period?” I asked straight up.

“Who you banging that I don’t know about?”

“None of your business. Answer.”

“Depends, shower… You could put a dark sheet on the bed, but if it’s flowing heavy, it’ll look like a crime scene. There are tampons for that—you buy ‘em online, they’re smaller cups but if it leaks, it’ll still fuck everything up the same way.”

“Fuck… I wanted to go out with a guy tonight… Looks like it’s not happening.”

“Tell me who it is, for God’s sake,” the nosy one begged.

“I can’t—we didn’t agree on that. When I can, you’ll be the first to know!”

“It’s Pedro…”

“No…”

“Lucas?”

“Of course not, girl.”

“Pedro Silveira!”

“Ew.”

“Tavinho! It’s Tavinho!”

“He has a girlfriend, forget it.”

“Besides those, the only one you hang with is John! It’s John! You banging John? OH MY GOD!!!! I’m shook!!!”

“Shut up, Tatiana! I couldn’t lie to her—the sneaky one knew my life inside out.”

“How’d that happen? Spill…”

“Ah, I was over there, things got heated, and the rest you know…” I didn’t wanna give too many details or I’d be stuck on the toilet all day.

“How long’s this been going on?”

“Gonna be a week…” It would be next Saturday.

“Big dick, little dick, or average, friend?”

“God, you slut, do I ask about the size of your guys’ cocks?”

“Actually, yeah, friend. You’re the biggest cock inspector in our group!” And I was—I loved checking out guys’ bulges. I’d freak when I saw someone in tight pants!

“I’ll give you details later. I’m cramping bad, sitting on the toilet, and my mom might hear.”

Tatiana was a friend like John—she was my go-to for girl stuff. She’d pretty much made out with every boy in school, didn’t mean shit! But she mostly stuck to kissing and groping. She lost her virginity about three months ago to a guy from the club. The dude talked about dating, she spread her legs, he fucked her like three times and then ghosted her ass. She was wrecked, thinking there was something wrong with her or she didn’t do it right. That fed some of my insecurities. I was scared John would toss me aside after, losing a boyfriend and a friend would suck…

Her nickname was Angie. She had curly hair and was always super blonde, one of the shortest girls in class, and as a kid her mom dressed her like a little doll—she was the cutest thing ever. Then she grew up and turned into a devil! I’d even made out with her, tongue and all! All the girls in our group had done it. I don’t think any of us, including me, are lesbians—it was more for laughs. Kissing girls never did it for me.

I have a story with her. Once she, me, and some other friends took a pic flashing our tits. That photo kinda leaked in our group chat by accident. Lucky for us, the group mod saw it first and deleted it. If that had spread, I’d be fucked to this day. And continuing about her, I didn’t wanna talk much about John because a few months back she was trying to hook up with him, but she ended up with the club guy I mentioned. John kinda froze and didn’t say if he wanted to or not. He’d told me he liked her but wasn’t into it because of her rep—the boys would’ve ragged on him. And after what happened with the club dude, she was all “Ah, if I’d pushed with John, this wouldn’t have happened,” but she had no clue what John thought of her.

I cleaned up and changed into comfier clothes with the pad. I wasn’t horny, but I was obsessed with the novelty of sex, and without realizing it, I was falling for Johnny. I called him.

“Friend, got plans? My parents are heading to my grandma’s later…”

“I’ll come to your place? My parents are home but they won’t care if we lock ourselves in. But they’ll suspect.”

“Suspect? If we lock ourselves in the room, they’ll know for sure we’re up to no good, dude! And I’m on my period—can’t do anything.”

“If we’re not doing anything, you can come here then,” the dummy said.

Look, I was hoping he’d try something. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna offer to fuck on my period. I had two options: stay at my house—we’d be alone, but my mom was already watching me, and when they get back here, you can’t hear shit, and there’s always surprise visits. My friends have this habit of dropping by unannounced—I live on the way to school. The second was going to his with his parents there. No way we could just close the door—his mom is all free love and super modern, but she’d definitely chat with my mom. Making the choice would tip my hand about my intentions.

“Come here! But get here before they leave so they know you arrived. Come like it’s a surprise.”

John showed up an hour later when my parents were already in the car. John had this dopey way about him like he wasn’t getting it. My mom made some comments trying to fish for info, but since he’s naturally slow, he didn’t catch on and answered in a way that straight-up screamed innocence. That put me at ease. I was gonna tell my mom, but I was scared of her lecture for nothing if things ended suddenly.

As soon as they left, John closed the gate and came at me, grabbing me and covering me in kisses with endless joy. He had his cute way, but he was always so affectionate and careful with me.

“You okay, you little devil?” he said in his “affectionate” way.

“I’ve got some cramps—this shit started today. What we gonna do?” I wanted to know.

“Naughty girl?” the perv suggested.

“What kinda naughty, huh mister?” I asked as his hand was already sliding up under my shirt, touching my sensitive tits.

John had man’s hands—thick and heavy. His touch scratched! It was like he worked construction! And that touch got me so turned on.

“Let’s go to the back porch? No one can see us there!” I said. “Doing something outside got me going.”

I leaned against the laundry sink and he came in kissing me—mouth, face, neck. His affection was clumsy and it hurt, and that was turning into a fetish for me. I’d always liked being possessed, violated! I got goosebumps all over and felt my body heat up. My shirt was already pulled up and he was gripping my tits hard with lust while admiring them. That made me forget the cramps, but they hurt—they were really sore.

“Squeeze hard, twist. Go on.”

“No, they’re sore,” he replied, knowing more about my tits than I did.

“Yeah. Go on, it feels good.”

I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. He crushed my breasts between his fingers and twisted my nipples, sucking with a hard tongue circling them in a way that sent me to the moon.

“Johnny, I wanna ride it… What a bummer.”

“We can play around at least. Let me take a peek, see how it is. If it’s okay, I don’t mind getting my hand in there.”

I turned around, pulled down my shorts and stretched my panties to check the pad, and noticed he stuck his face in to try and see too.

“Let me see?”

“Get outta here! John!”

“Let me see…”

“No! Stop being gross…”

“I’ve never seen it— just curious.”

That was always super intimate. Even though it’s normal, I was embarrassed to show. He kept bugging me, begging to see.

“I’ll put my hand in and it’ll probably get messy eventually. Why can’t I see?”

He had a point.

“You got a fetish for this, John? Fine, look at this shit! Annoying.”

I liked sharing something so private with him. I was embarrassed, sure! But I pulled my panties forward to check the pad, and it was flowing heavy. I didn’t even need to look, really, but I wanted to be sure. He looked, and from his face, he didn’t seem too sure.

“Is that a lot?”

“Not a ton ‘cause my flow isn’t that heavy, but on the first day it comes stronger. But if you stick your hand in, you’ll ruin my whole outfit. I’ll put in a tampon, then you can play outside.”

“Cool if I go down on you?”

“Come on, man, that’s on you. I think it’s kinda gross and it’s old blood. Doesn’t even smell good.”

“So ass it is then…” he said like it made sense.

I rolled my eyes and turned away, heading to my room, ignoring what he’d said. He followed me through the house in silence. Entering the bathroom, I realized he planned to come in with me.

“Friend, you’ve seen enough today. Watching me change my pad is too much for my head. Wait in the room, for real!”

“Trust me, come on in,” he ordered.

“No, John, fuck,” I complained.

“Gonna have to use force?” he said, grabbing my arm—he got the message I’d sent outside. He was trying something, and I was into it. When he grabbed me like that, I went weak like butter.

“I doubt it! You ain’t man enough,” I lifted my chin, challenging him.

What happened next was insanely unexpected for me. I never imagined John had that instinct in him. I wouldn’t need to say this, but obviously it was consensual. A ton of barriers got broken there—no prior agreement, but to this day I say that was one of the best fucks of my life.

When I challenged him doubting, he grabbed my arm hard and used his other hand to yank my hair from the nape, pulling my head back, making me his captive. It hurt, but my pussy clenched right away.

“Ow, let go, John!” “Don’t let go, please!”

“It hurts, John!” I whined “Hit me, I like it!”

He controlled me by my hair. I complained and he forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with desire and passion, shutting me up. My whole body prickled. “Is it weird that I want some slaps?” He led me to my bathroom and turned me to face him, pulling off my shirt and his. He sucked my tits hard, and the sight was incredible—I felt violated. He gave me hickeys and bites mixed with soft licks. He wouldn’t let me do anything but stand there.

“Kneel, come on…” I heard the order and just obeyed.

He straight-up fucked my mouth. He shoved his rock-hard cock in and forced it down my throat, making me gag. He pulled out and slapped my face hard with his dick. “Ah, now I get the whole dick-slapping thing!”

“Slap my face with it. Slap,” I begged like a bitch.

I sucked his cock on my knees fast and hard. I squeezed my tits and my pussy over everything. I was on autopilot—it wasn’t me there. I didn’t recognize this Virginia revealing herself.

“Get up, take off your clothes.”

“John, better not—it’s gonna get messy.”

He didn’t hear what I said. He finished stripping and yanked off my shorts, panties, and pad.

“Johnny, no…”

He turned me around, pinned my arms behind my back, and rubbed my face on the cold wet marble of the sink. I felt like crying but didn’t want to stop! I heard a spit sound and felt an intruder brushing my pussy entrance, which must’ve been a mess of sweat and period blood. I gave in and relaxed so I wouldn’t hurt. I knew what was coming next, but he went in gentle—slid in easy, I was wet. I felt that full sensation and moaned.

He squeezed my ass hard and gave me another slap.

“Spread your cheeks, pull ‘em apart!” I obeyed.

I felt a wet finger forcing my ass, and I prayed to God he wouldn’t stick anything in there. Then he started thrusting in me. My hair got pulled back so I could see my suffering face in the mirror. And what I saw was a face of desperation with smudged makeup, but there was this twisted, sick smile of pleasure hiding behind it all.

Every thrust after that hit my womb. He pounded hard and angry, mixing in slaps and hair pulls. I needed my hands to hold myself up on the sink ‘cause my legs had no strength.

The bathroom was loud—I was screaming, he was moaning. There was the pounding and slapping sounds. It got even louder when we came together. I felt a hot spurt inside me that froze me completely. Still spasming, he ran a wet finger over my ass entrance and forced it in, shoving a whole finger inside. My eyes rolled back and I felt it give me pleasure. He finger-fucked me and used another finger to open me more. When he pulled his cock out of me to find another hole, everything inside gushed down my legs with pressure: blood, sweat, and cum.

He forced into my ass. His head tore me as it made way.

“Slow, slow…” I begged, holding back the pain.

I felt the head pop past the resistance and get swallowed in, but my body wanted to push it out. He rocked gently.

“It won’t… it won’t…”

“Just a little more…”

It was tight, my ass burned. I wanted it, but the pain was huge and hard to take… I stood up straight, putting a stop to it. He didn’t argue and pulled me in for a kiss on the mouth and a gentle caress on my face that I dodged. He didn’t notice, but his hand was all dirty from my period blood, and we stood there hugging and kissing a bit.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yeah, I liked it, dude… But it won’t be like that every time, okay?” I warned him quick!

“I’m really all messy,” he said, showing me.

He was covered in brownish blood that stood out against his white skin—even his forehead had period on it. I didn’t bleed that much, but as he poked around, more came down, mixed with cum, diluting everything. He looked like a kid who’d just played with finger paints.

“Go take a shower, for God’s sake,” I ordered and sat on the toilet to let what was inside me drain out.

From the toilet, I watched him shower and wondered what kind of man he was and if it was what I wanted. “If I’d wanted to stop earlier, would he have?”

That was the first time I peed in front of a boyfriend. Couldn’t wait for him to leave. I tried to be discreet, but he heard. I waited for some dumb comment, but he acted natural. “No jokes?” I thought.

While I showered, he grabbed cleaning supplies and started scrubbing the bathroom floor, toilet, and sink himself—they were filthy. I was honestly impressed! “He did that without me asking. This guy’s got how to really turn a woman on.”

“Look, don’t put on the external one, put in the internal, then I’ll give you a little lick!”

He said, reeking of bleach.

“Damn, you got balls?”

“I proved it to you today.”

“Okay then, I’ll put it in, but you don’t kiss me after. Got it?”

When my body cooled down, my uterus ached from the thrusts, my pussy was burning, and my tits were covered in red and purple marks from his handling—like I’d come back from war. Sitting hurt—not just her, my ass was super sore from the slaps and full of purple handprints, my asshole felt torn and stinging. I almost asked him to check if everything was okay back there.

We crashed on my bed. He played with my clit and even gave a few licks, but my body wasn’t responding to stimuli anymore. We passed out like kids. I’ll tell this quick ‘cause it was funny. I had killer cramps and lay with my belly on his, our bodies crossed like an X, and we fell asleep like that. Belly to belly was good ‘cause it was warm and eased the pain. And that’s the scene my mom walked in on when she came back to my room! That’s when she knew for sure something was up with us, and to this day she laughs about it.