She Controls Me

First Experience

"Okay. Put your clothes back on", Lauren says as she tosses my shirt on my head.

I respond harshly, "What the frick? Why did I even have to take them off in the first place." I was so annoyed, like what was the point of all this? To embarrass me?

"Well, I kinda needed blackmail so that I know you wouldn't leave me after your little friend got her heart transplant", Lauren playfully said.

"First of all, that 'little friend' is named Angel. Second of all, I wouldn't leave you, we made a deal. How exactly long is this relationship going to last? Because I have plans", I said with a furrowed brow. I tried to pretend that I was going to keep our promise, but she was way smarter than I thought. Of course she would see right through me. She was basically going to blackmail me into doing what she wanted if I ever betrayed her.

Lauren bluntly said "Until either you fall in love with me, or I get bored of you. One of those is bound to happen with all the time we spend together. You better hurry and put on your shirt." She then gropes my bra-covered boob as a sly smile creeps on her face.

I yelp and slap her hand away. I've never been touched there before. It felt completely foreign to me. Her touch, to me, was completely uncomfortable, yet I didn't hate it. I can feel my whole face begin to redden from embarrassment and I try to open the car door, but of course, she locked it.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie? I wasn't going to do anything today, but since you're just so tempting, why don't I indulge myself a little bit?" Lauren says as she slides closer towards me and begins to nibble on my ear. Her hand begins to travel downward from my breast to my thighs.

If I wasn't freaking out before, that sure did the trick. I was in full panic mode. I've never even thought about love, but now I sit here facing pure lust head on. Well, there goes my purity. It was nice knowing you for that long, but I'm about to have my innocence savagely ripped from me.

She smoothly moves from my ear to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. I grab the sides of the chair I'm sitting on and hold on tightly, as if I were on a rollercoaster.

"No. Please stop", I whisper with all the strength I have left. I can't handle the stimulation any longer and I feel my consciousness slowly fade.