This is not how
I pictured my first time.
Randy pressed his weight
on me uncomfortably, blood rushed to my face, making it feel as if my head was
going to explode.
I wrapped my arms
around his broad shoulders and tried to shift to a different position, but that
only got his belt buckle jammed into my hip.
“Ouch!” I said and
gritted my teeth.
“What is it baby?” he
asked and looked at me. “Your face is dark red.”
I rolled my eyes. “You
really wonder why?” I asked with venom.
“We just started what
am I doing wrong?”
I pushed him off and
sat up. “Everything!”
He huffed and laid on
his back. “Really? I’m doing it wrong or are you just making excuses again?”
A dull ache formed in
the pit of my stomach. I balled my fists. “I’m not making excuses. I don’t want
my first time to be laying there while you sweat and pound on me for four minutes.”
His dark brows knitted
together and he curled his lips into a frown. “Okay, remember that I’m the one
that’s actually had experience? I know what I’m doing and I can last
more than four fucking minutes,” he said and pushed me back down.
His lips brushed my
neck and I sighed.
Fine. Maybe it’s better
to get it over with quickly. No one ever claimed the first time was a magical
moment. Though, I wish it could be.
I turned my face and
flinched as he nipped at my stomach. His teeth more annoying than anything.
He kissed my inner
thigh and I raised an eyebrow. Heat flooded my cheeks. He didn’t seem that
interested in oral play. Well, not when it came to me. Is he really going to…?
He sat up and smirked.
Nope.
I watched him pump his
cock a few times before pressing the tip against my pussy. Figures. Why was I
going out with him again? Right. Desperation. Although, I don’t have anything
to talk about. I’ve always been on the chubby side earning the nickname flabby
Abby in elementary school.
When my teenage years
hit, I tried hard to blend in with the typical standards of beauty. Lots of
make-up and tan sprays. That was the thing. Petite, tan, blonde and easy. Okay,
so that was my bias, but it’s what all the popular girls seemed like at the
time. And how the fuck did they keep their hair up in perfect little pony
tails? Not one strand would come out of place even on a windy day.
I focused on the poster
of a naked chick on the wall and frowned. Then I looked back at Randy. Still
hasn’t put it in yet?
“Having a problem?” I
asked.
Randy shook his head.
“No, just waiting for you to snap out of it. Lost in your little day dreams
again?”
I pouted and squinted
my eyes. “Fuck me already!” I said.
“Shh!” Randy glared
daggers. “We’re not the only ones in this house,” he spat.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh
yes what would happened if mommy and daddy heard their twenty-two year old son
having sex with his girlfriend?”
Seriously?
Randy grabbed my chin
and gritted his teeth. “You’re going to pay for that.”
Something inside
tickled my stomach for a brief moment and I stared. “You going to punish me?” I
asked.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Do it. Fuck me hard.
Be as rough as you want,” I said.
He pursed his lips and
lines crinkled his forehead. “It’s your first time.”
“I don’t care,” I said
and gripped his shoulders.
Randy leaned down but
before he could kiss me the window suddenly shattered, spraying us with glass.
“What the fuck!” he
spat as he rolled off of the bed.
I leaned to the side
and flinched as a small shard of glass embedded itself into my hip. Frowning, I
pulled the piece out and threw it to the floor. “What the hell was that?” I
asked.
Randy glanced around.
It was hard to find
what broke the window with all of his dirty clothes spread across the room.
Then I saw the edge of a rock, peeking out from a tee-shirt. I picked it up and
raised an eyebrow at the small piece of paper, held firmly by a rubber band.
I tore it away and
glanced at Randy’s back. “Found
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