Mason's house is huge. He lives in a fancy penthouse. I can tell he didn't decorate it himself. Guys have no style. Well, not the straight ones from what I heard. It's nice. I wish I lived here. I wish I had a better life.
But I don't.
Mason gives me a quick tour of the penthouse. Every time he shows me a new room we share a kiss before leaving. I love kissing him. I love being next to him. He makes all of my problems go away. He makes me feel like I don't have any.
"Let's hang out in my room. We can watch a movie or something." Mason suggests. He asks me what I want to watch and I tell him I don't care. I just want to be with him.
We go upstairs and Mason pops in a movie. I keep forgetting the name of it but it's some kind of hood movie. I can't even pay attention to it because Mason keeps putting his hands all over me. He rubs my thigh, too close to my center. I don't know how I'm supposed to react so I pretend like it's a normal thing for guys to do to me. I can't pretend when he reaches to pull down my pants. I push him away gently and sit up.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"I don't think we should do that Mason."
"Oh. You're a virgin?" I nod.
"That's okay I'll be gentle." He makes another move to tug down my pants and again I stop him. I can tell he's getting aggravated with me. Maybe I should. Do this I mean. He's done all this for me and there's no other way I can pay him back. "Olivia if you don't I'll have no choice but to find someone that will. I don't want to do that because I want you. I've given you what you want so why don't you give me what I want?"
He has done so much for me. I don't want him to go out and find another girl. I want him to be happy with me.
I bite my lip as I contemplate what I should do.
I pull off my sweatshirt and lay flat on the bed. He smiles. I can feel my heart pounding and I know he hears it. I've never done anything like this before and the truth is I'm scared but I don't want to lose him. He's the only guy that has ever taken interest in me the way he has. I owe him. He's given me what I want so I'm giving him what he wants.
I allow him to take off the rest of my clothes. He takes off his own. My hands are shaking. I have heard girls talk about their first time. They all complained about it hurting.
"Don't be nervous." I refuse to look at him. His skin is warm against mine. He plants hungry kisses down my body. "So beautiful." A tear falls from my eye. I prepare myself for the pain as I grip the sheets and stare up at the ceiling.
You owe him this.
You owe him.
When the pain comes it's far greater than I expected. I scream when his big large member enters me. Mason kiss my lips in an attempt to silence me. It only works halfway. More tears streak my face. His grunts fill the room when he begins to pull and push himself in and out of me. My mouth forms and 'o' when I'm able to feel every inch of him, still a part of me can't help but like it and I absentmindedly roll my hips against his, causing him to go deeper. His tongue trails over my breast and I feel him smile against me.
The pain seems to go on for hours before it finally stops. When it does I feel relieved. I rush to the bathroom on shaky legs when I realize the liquid I feel trailing down my legs is blood. My hands tremble at the sight. Mason comes knocking on the door. I clean myself up before I exit the bathroom. I put on my best smile.
He wraps me up in a hug. I bury my face in his hard chest. "I promise you it will feel better the more we do it. Don't worry. You were great." I don't even want to think about doing that again. I don't want to go through that again.
"You're right Mason. I need to get home. If Gabriel finds out I'm gone I'm gonna be in trouble."
His face contorts into disgust for that man. He agrees to take me home anyway. I don't say anything the whole ride. He tries to start up multiple conversations but I just can't right now. I know I still want to be with him. I just need some time to process all of this. He just took my virginity. I get to feel this way. I deserve to feel this way.
"I'll call you."
I give a small wave as I enter the house. I rush to my room and bury myself in my pillow and just cry. I'm probably just overreacting. I'm gonna need to get over this. Mason going to want to do it again and again and again. Next time I need to be better because he will leave me. I don't want him to leave me. It's getting late and I need to get to work. I have to get myself together. If Mason is going to have me quit then I need to put in this last week and collect all my pay or whatever I need to do. Maybe I shouldn't quit. How am I supposed to know Mason won't leave? Well, I wouldn't have to worry about that if I give him everything he wants. I throw on my work clothes and spray on some perfume since I don't have time to take a cold shower.
I spot Alfonso and his friends with a group of girls hanging outside the building and immediately get nervous. I don't want to deal with them right now but I know they're not going to show any mercy on me.
I try to sneak past them but one of Alfonso's friends calls me out. One of the girls' steps in front of me, blocking my way. "Why are you looking at my man?"
"I wasn't. I swear."
"I will beat the crap out of you." She's a tall, pretty girl with long red hair and a short dress. She pushes me and I fall to the ground. I get back up and try to move to pass her but one of her girls stands beside her, blocking my way.
They push me to the ground and start beating on me. I curl up in a fetal position as I take the blows.
"Get off of her." I hear. Jen. I know her friends can't be far behind. The girls are thrown off of me and handled roughly by Jen and her friends. When they have pulled apart I notice how badly Jen and her friends beat them up.
Jen pulls me away from them and into her car to help me clean myself up. I've been doing a lot of that lately.
"Thanks."
"Of course. Anything for my brother's girl." My brows knit together in confusion. Jen notices. "Mason told me all about you. We're technically sisters so I have to protect you. My friends are loyal to me so they'll protect you too."
I like the sound of that.
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Waiting To Exhale
Подростковая литератураOlivia has lived a tough life; her mother left her and her father is an alcoholic who takes great pleasure in beating her every time he thinks about her mother. Olivia wants nothing more than to feel what love is in her lonely life. She finally...