°°moderately slow updates°°
In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
**Sexual coercion, reluctance, threatening and abuse is discussed in this chapter. If you are not comfortable, don't read. However, I encourage you to read ahead as it discusses the aforementioned against a man which needs to be more recognised.**
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HUXLEY KING
I could never truly grasp the idea of inexorable happiness.
Admittedly, I wasn't over the moon when I found out about Gracie. I was sixteen, working a minimum wage job and I, in no way, was ready to be a father. But that was the result of inexperienced sex between two people and I took full responsibility for my actions.
We didn't use protection, but I thought she was protected because that's what she told me. Clearly, it was a lie.
That day was truly one of the most awkward experiences of my whole life.
Madeline gasped as I ran my hands along the sides of her stomach. My body was filled with excitement and nerves.
I was even necessarily turned on by her, I just wanted to lose my virginity and Madeline seemed like a decent person to do it with.
My cock twitched weakly in my shorts. I squeezed her hips and pressed myself against her centre. Madeline whimpered softly.
I had more knowledge of sex despite being a virgin. I had read a lot of erotic stories by the age of sixteen and while I hadn't experimented before Madeline, I wasn't as inexperienced as she was.
I did not have an innocent mind.
Madeline, however, was much more conservative when it came to sex. All I could do for foreplay was slow, mediocre dry-humping and light touches on her stomach and inner thighs.
After a few minutes of that, I trailed my thumb down to the hem of her panties. I pressed down on her hip as I took out a condom from my pocket.
"No," Madeline muttered. "I don't want my first time to be with a condom."
I shook my head, "We're not having sex without protection, Maddy."
I began to pull away from her, relief rising in me. She wasn't my ideal first time. I was stopped by her small hand clutching onto my arm, her nails starting to dig into my skin.
"Wait, I'm safe," She whispered, almost too quickly. "I'm on the pill."
The relief died.
I was hesitant because I didn't know if she was telling the truth. For all I knew, she could be lying. The way she was looking at me made me still in fear. It was like there was a threat in her eyes.
