My love story.

Your loss

{a/n:super light smut. It is a skippable chaper in the plot line: all that matters is that your boyfriend cheats on you so you sneak me off to have sex with me}

You were crying when you strutted over to my date and I. Strutting and crying. Only you could pull that off. My date (I'd finally accepted it) saw female tears and ran the other direction as fast as physically possible. You looked me in the eyes and told me that her date was making out with another girl. You felt so betrayed. I knew it would happen. In that moment, I was stuck between two main thoughts. I wanted to beat Darren up. I wanted every part of his body to ache to be bruised and scraped and cut open. I wanted him to hurt. On the other hand, I was upset with you. Not angry but upset. I told you. I warned you. You didn't listen so you come to me and because I loved you I hugged you. I let you cry. You stopped crying and told me to wait where I was. You ran off, leaving me alone again. I spotted my date on the other side of the gym dancing with the person I asked to the dance. I was happy for him. After maybe twenty minutes of resisting the temptation to find a girl to run away with, you showed up. You had cleaned your makeup off. You walked straight at me and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me into a wall. You kissed me. It was the first kiss for me. You pressed your body into me but all I could focus on was your lips. I moved my hands to your mid back to brace myself. I could no longer hear the music. The kiss drowned my senses. All of them but touch of course. You know what happens what happens to your senses when one is blocked off, so imagine having all but one blocked. You pulled away and it was like glass shattered. I could hear the music again. I could see the lights again. I could smell the sweat again. I could taste your lip gloss. You pulled on my hands before I had my bearings. You said we were going to your friend's house. Her parents weren't home. You typed in her garage code and snuck up into what looked like a guest bedroom. I was pretty shocked by then. You started ripping my shirt off and I felt a pinch bit worried. I had no experience. None. Being a teenaged boy, I refused to let that stop me. Somehow we were on the bed. Both of our hands were exploring eachother and our tongues were fighting for dominance. I lost but I didn't care. You stripped off your dress leaving you in just a thong. I remember thinking that girls were supposed to wear bras but I stopped thinking about it when you slipped my pants down leaving me in my Wonder Woman boxers. I explicitly remember that. You kissed down my neck, skipped my spot and found the inside of my thighs. You kissed and bit and licked and then your teeth removed my boxers. That wasn't the only thing your teeth did. I couldn't form rational thoughts. I was breathing so heavily and I was sweating and squirming and nothing had ever felt that good. Oh my I was shaking. And then there were the fireworks. I was seeing stars. When I recovered, I looked up to see you playing with yourself. It was such a sight. Every single part of it was so everything. It was a sight and then I had to touch you. I pushed you down onto the bed and removed your thong. The noises you were making were beyond believable and I did what I'd read in Star Wars fanfiction. It seemed to be working. You leaned back and arched your back off the bed. Your hand opened a drawer and threw a little foil package at me. I was afraid of hurting you so I went slow. You were just fine though. You pleaded for me to go faster and that's what I did.