BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES

James

James 8

I watched as she walked into the motel. I couldn't believe she didn't know how to pray or who God was, why was this girl so mysterious. I can still feel her kiss stained to my cheek it was soft and smooth. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about this girl. God why did you bring this girl into my life? I knew God wouldn't tell me the answer I would have to figure out myself. I started to head back home, I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
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I knocked on her room number door. A minute later she opened it. All she had on was her bra and panties. I started to get hot so I quickly turned away.
"It's ok, you can look at me".
"No Queen that's not right, I can't . . . please put some clothes on".
I heard her make a sound and suddenly that's when she pulled me inside and closed the door. I handed her a long black dress that my sister had along with some red flats. She looked at the dressed then sat it on the bed.
"I can't go to church".
I stood up and turned the other way.
"Why?''
"I don't wear this . . . it's very nice and all but it's not me".
"You don't have any other clothes though".
"Listen you guys are really nice for taking me in like this and I appreciate it but I have to go".
I turned to face her. I couldn't stop staring at her pink bra and panties, she had scars on her stomach. She noticed me looking and covered herself with her cover.
"I'm sorry".
"It's fine . . . please I'll come to church some other time, you have my word".
"Sure. You're always welcomed".
I turned and started to leave when she grabbed me.
"You can stay longer if you want".
"Do you want me to?"
She shook her head. She sat down on her bed and patted her hand on the bed indicating that she wanted me to sit down. I sat down only inches apart from her. I started to get a little uncomfortable, this girl was so beautiful I didn't want to say anything wrong or dumb.
"Tell me about yourself".
"Eh, well let's see. I'm the bishops son as you've probably noticed. I work lots in the church . . ."
She stopped me from talking by grabbing unto my hand.
"No I mean tell me about you, not what you tell everyone else".
No one has ever wanted to know me really so I didn't quite know how to answer Queens question.
"I'm just a church boy".
She giggled and started to fix my tie. She stared me in my eyes for awhile before she leaned over and kissed me on my lips. Her lips were nice and smooth but I didn't know if I should kiss her back. She put my hands around her waist and got on top of me.
"Queen.."
"It's ok".
She started to kiss me more aggressively now and I couldn't help my body it was like instinct I just grabbed unto her and started to kiss her back. We did that for awhile until she grabbed at my pants and started rubbing on my almost hard dick. I knew this wasn't right and I barely know this girl so I had to put an end to it.
"Stop please!"
I pushed her off me lightly and she laid back on the bed as I began to stand up.
"What what's wrong?"
"Queen you don't know me".
"So you don't want to?"
"Believe me I really do it's just it's not right".
"I thought you would want it in return from all the stuff you've done for me".
"Queen you don't owe me anything I just honestly wanted to help you, you shouldn't feel like you have to pay me in sex. You're really worth more than that".
She stared at me for a small second then got up and rubbed her hands through her head.
"I'll see you around".
She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I now felt as if I was the bad guy, but I didn't want her to feel like that's what I wanted because those weren't my intentions at all. So without hesitation I left the room.