16+ (harsh language and some sexual scenes)
Janaeya and her friends finally get the summer of many chances they've always wanted. Janaeya's possibilities are endless. She is ready to have a summer of fun and relaxation and flirting.
But she is in fo...
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The pain in between my legs is very noticeable from the second I wake up. I whip me head over and almost run into Jamaal's resting face.
"Oh, my God." Is all I can muster. My voice is weak and breathless, as if I just ran a 5K. "Jesus."
As if on cue, Jamaal snore a little. His chest rises up from his side. I am aware on his heavy arm crushing my midriff.
"Did I really...?"
I can't say it. I can't saw it. I refuse to.
Laying back down, I recall last night. I had led Jamaal on. Because I wanted to. I wanted to feel him am inside me. I really wanted to stop being so scared. What if I end up alone and unhappy like Susanne? Living my life in isolation and fear of everything, I though last night.
The sex.
The sex was good. No, it was great. Not at first, though. I'm movies and in books the authors write sex scenes as if every thing goes smoothly and it's so hot and perfect. Not really. Well, I only did it one time, so I'm not a reliable I source. But four times in a night. Is that four times or does that count as one?
The first time was awkward. I didn't feel any pain, and Jamaal said it was because I was so wet. I expect there to be a lot of pain. I was crying when I was being raped.
When I was being raped...
Wow. Who knew sex could be so good?
Oh, God. What have I done?
I have Jamaal's arm off me angrily, but immediately wish it were back around me. He stirs only a little, but remains undisturbed.
"Jesus." I gasp for air. I reach my hand down, slowly, along length of my stomach and then to my love making machine. My underwear isn't on. I look around his floor from the bed but I don't see it.
After the first time, which was on his couch, by he way, we ducked in the hot tub. This time, Jamaal went slow and steady with me. The third time we fucked against his wall on our way to his bedroom and it was pure torture. It good torture. How ironic, right? When we finally made it to his bed, we were pretty tired but not spent. Not yet. We went for a sweaty round four.
I swing my weak legs over the bed and try to get up. The pain in between my legs intensifies, but I manage to stand and wobble to the bathroom. I check my pelvis area for bleeding. None. Awesome.
"Ah, Jamaal. Ye-yes, baby!"
My body grows hot and I instantly slap myself. I place my hand on either side of the bathroom counter and slowly look up at myself.
"You...are a slut."
My voice is low and menacing.
"But how can something so wrong feel so damn right?" I continue, my weakness coming through.
