crazy.
Jeremy reaches his hands under my skirt and grabs both sides of my underwear.
“Lift your butt up, Belén,” he says, and I comply a little too eagerly. He slides my panties down my thighs and they slip right off my feet. He reaches around and his big hands grab my butt and shove me forward until my pussy is pressed right up against his dick. He rubs up and down a few times and the slide of the fabric against my sensitive lips is almost more than I can take.
“You want to fuck?” he asks and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I guess that means he’s done it before. We really didn’t come in here for sightseeing.
What surprises me even more is my throaty, breathless voice saying “Yeah,” without missing a beat. He keeps his cock pressed up against me and I grind softly against it. It’s like my body has a mind of its own and my head is no longer part of the equation. Without moving his body he slides open a drawer and reaches in to produce a gold foil packet.
Aha, that’s why we’re in the bathroom, because that’s where the condoms are kept!
I never thought I’d lose my virginity like this—in a bathroom, at a party. With a guy I really barely know and without even knowing whether or not later on he’ll want to be my boyfriend.
He unzips his fly and takes out his cock. The sight of it makes my blood rush even more. I want to impale myself on it, I want it in me. I almost can’t wait for him to slide the condom on.
He unfurls it along his solid length and grabs it at the bottom of his shaft. It looks fucking huge when he does it, but I’m not scared. I still want it.
“You look so sexy,” he says and I tip my head back, ready for his entrance.
But instead there’s a suspended second where we both look toward the door. I hear my name hollered. It sounds angry. Then the door smashes open almost hard enough to come off its hinges. And Lucky is in the bathroom with us, charging at Jeremy like he’s gonna beat his head in.
They connect and it isn’t pretty. Lucky is strong and he takes Jeremy down with one swing. But the worst part is that from the force of it, Jeremy’s head comes into contact with the towel rack, and it’s hard and it’s metal. I swear I can hear his head split. Then Jeremy is on the ground with his pants down and there’s blood all over the perfect white bathroom. There’s blood on the towels and the wall and the snow white fluffy rug. Lucky is nostril-breathing like a bull and his chest is heaving. He grips my arm. In one fell swoop he leans down and grabs my panties, then yanks me out of the bathroom with my breasts exposed and drops of Jeremy’s blood spattered on them.
“Stop, Luciano, stop!” is all I can say. But instead of bringing me back into the party he yanks me down a dark corridor which ends in a maid’s kitchen. He opens a door and I can feel the chill of the night. There’s a freight elevator in front of us and he pushes the down button. I pull up my bra straps and yank my dress back up over them.
“He’ll bleed to death,” I’m crying. “Where are we going?”
Lucky says nothing and just shakes his head and looks at the floor. It seems like he’s struggling so I try another angle.
“Call an ambulance,” I sob. The elevator door opens.
“He’s not going to fucking die, Belén. At the very worst he cracked the back of his head open. A couple stiches, some Neosporin. That faggot will be just fine.”
“Don’t say that! You’re not supposed to say that! How are they going to find him?”
“Maybe the, I don’t know, sixteen squad cars that busted the party?”
“What?”
The elevator doors close and Lucky hands me my underwear. His eyes catch mine and I’m terrified he’ll yell at me. It’s bright in the elevator and only one side is padded; the other two are mirrors. I take my panties from him and open them and gently step into them. I’ve never been so humiliated. I feel sweat gather on my upper lip and my brow. I’m
Jeremy reaches his hands under my skirt and grabs both sides of my underwear.
“Lift your butt up, Belén,” he says, and I comply a little too eagerly. He slides my panties down my thighs and they slip right off my feet. He reaches around and his big hands grab my butt and shove me forward until my pussy is pressed right up against his dick. He rubs up and down a few times and the slide of the fabric against my sensitive lips is almost more than I can take.
“You want to fuck?” he asks and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I guess that means he’s done it before. We really didn’t come in here for sightseeing.
What surprises me even more is my throaty, breathless voice saying “Yeah,” without missing a beat. He keeps his cock pressed up against me and I grind softly against it. It’s like my body has a mind of its own and my head is no longer part of the equation. Without moving his body he slides open a drawer and reaches in to produce a gold foil packet.
Aha, that’s why we’re in the bathroom, because that’s where the condoms are kept!
I never thought I’d lose my virginity like this—in a bathroom, at a party. With a guy I really barely know and without even knowing whether or not later on he’ll want to be my boyfriend.
He unzips his fly and takes out his cock. The sight of it makes my blood rush even more. I want to impale myself on it, I want it in me. I almost can’t wait for him to slide the condom on.
He unfurls it along his solid length and grabs it at the bottom of his shaft. It looks fucking huge when he does it, but I’m not scared. I still want it.
“You look so sexy,” he says and I tip my head back, ready for his entrance.
But instead there’s a suspended second where we both look toward the door. I hear my name hollered. It sounds angry. Then the door smashes open almost hard enough to come off its hinges. And Lucky is in the bathroom with us, charging at Jeremy like he’s gonna beat his head in.
They connect and it isn’t pretty. Lucky is strong and he takes Jeremy down with one swing. But the worst part is that from the force of it, Jeremy’s head comes into contact with the towel rack, and it’s hard and it’s metal. I swear I can hear his head split. Then Jeremy is on the ground with his pants down and there’s blood all over the perfect white bathroom. There’s blood on the towels and the wall and the snow white fluffy rug. Lucky is nostril-breathing like a bull and his chest is heaving. He grips my arm. In one fell swoop he leans down and grabs my panties, then yanks me out of the bathroom with my breasts exposed and drops of Jeremy’s blood spattered on them.
“Stop, Luciano, stop!” is all I can say. But instead of bringing me back into the party he yanks me down a dark corridor which ends in a maid’s kitchen. He opens a door and I can feel the chill of the night. There’s a freight elevator in front of us and he pushes the down button. I pull up my bra straps and yank my dress back up over them.
“He’ll bleed to death,” I’m crying. “Where are we going?”
Lucky says nothing and just shakes his head and looks at the floor. It seems like he’s struggling so I try another angle.
“Call an ambulance,” I sob. The elevator door opens.
“He’s not going to fucking die, Belén. At the very worst he cracked the back of his head open. A couple stiches, some Neosporin. That faggot will be just fine.”
“Don’t say that! You’re not supposed to say that! How are they going to find him?”
“Maybe the, I don’t know, sixteen squad cars that busted the party?”
“What?”
The elevator doors close and Lucky hands me my underwear. His eyes catch mine and I’m terrified he’ll yell at me. It’s bright in the elevator and only one side is padded; the other two are mirrors. I take my panties from him and open them and gently step into them. I’ve never been so humiliated. I feel sweat gather on my upper lip and my brow. I’m
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