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Annie and Robbie

TW: This part a little rapey. Please skip if you are not comfortable with that. Actually, if you need to skip this, skip the next one too. You can scroll to the bottom for a mini explanation if you want.

Annie's Pov

The door was slowly opening. My eyes widened in fear. My parents. They couldn't know that sweet little Annie was watching such a dirty movie. I pushed my skirt down, liquid dripping off my inner thighs. Oh no, this was not good. The door creaked open more.

"Wait!" I said, trying to cover the setting stain.

"It's me, Robbie," a person whispered from outside. I sighed. Robbie was here. Wait, why in the hell was he here. I began to sweat. This was, in a way, so much worse than my parents coming in.

He came into the room, shutting the door as slow as he opened it. When the door latched shut and the lock clicked into place, Robbie sat on my bed.

He looked up at the television. "Oh, now what a dirty girl you have been," he said, smirking. I blushed, scrambling for the remote to turn off the damn thing. He was making me feel like I was worth someone's time, something that did not happen much.

When the screen blacked out, Robbie shook his head. "No, no, little girl, be dirty with me." Redness spread across my face. He switched the screen back on, seductively sliding a finger up my leg and towards my crotch-

"Stop it," I whimper, scooching away from him. My mind seemed to be coming back to me and the haze that I felt when he was around me began to clear. "Why are you even here? I will call the cops dumbass."

He smiled. "I heard you like me, Annie." I gulped.

"Y-yeah, and, so, uh, what?" I stammered.

"Well, I want to show you what I do to girls who like me."

"Nu-uh you won't," I said, anger beginning to boil down in my depths. "You-you don't even like me."

He shrugged. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

I stood up. "You are a man slut. Get away from me. You are just a thirsty bastard taking advantage of me."

"Maybe I will like you after tonight, Annie," he said seductively, a sly smirk spreading across his face. I didn't want this to happen, yet I did so, so badly. He placed a hand on my butt, grasping my cheek, rubbing his finger into my hole through the cloth. I jumped away from him, smacking his hand away from me even though his action felt good in my oh-so-horny state.

"S-stop," I whimpered. He straightened up in my bed. He was wearing a blue sweaty shirt that clung onto his muscles so perfectly. He must have gotten done with the gym just before. His pants were leather and outlined his bulge so perfectly... I wish I didn't notice.

"You want this, dirty, dirty girl." I gulped. He followed my eyes and smirked again, tracing his finger along his junk, rubbing it through his pants. I noticed I was watching so I guiltily unhinged my tooth from my bottom lip and looked away.

"You want this, you want this beautiful thing inside you, don't you."

I squirmed as he snaked his hand up to my unclothed vagina lips. He traced a hand along me, his fingernail tickling me, driving me into insanity. It felt so bad that it felt so good.

"You WANT this." And with those words he pushed his finger into me with amazing force. The pleasure was surreal. I felt him begin to pump his finger in and out. The feeling was overriding my sense of focus, of thought, of right or wrong, everything. I bit my bottom lip, my vocals wanted to let it out, my mind didn't though. I couldn't fight it anymore and a pathetic moan escaped my mouth.