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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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That same night, strange things started happening. Falling asleep at eleven did not quite go by plan, as I was wide awake, getting a back massage by Harry at midnight. While I was lying naked on my tummy, Harry was sitting on top of me (also naked), boring his palms into the skin under my shoulder-blades. Not only that—He was fucking interviewing me.
"No way. You did not lose your virginity at thirteen," he said.
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"How does that happen? You got tired of playing bay-blades and started playing with each other's dicks instead?"
I laughed. "I was cool at thirteen."
"Alright." He snorted while pressing his hands down harder. "Tell me the story."
"Um." I reached for the right words while thinking about the scenario in my head. "Basically, I had this friend at school who was really into porn, and he was also really into me." Harry scoffed. "So when I was at his place once he showed me some videos and asked if he could try some stuff with me."
"Sounds like a movie." He chuckled. "What did you do?"
"He sucked me off, I sucked him off, he fucked me, I fucked him."
Harry's hands stopped moving. "You fucked him?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
"So you're not always a bottom?"
"Now I am."
"Since when?"
"Since my ex."
It was quiet for a few seconds. I assume Harry was taken aback by the word. Maybe he did not expect that I would have past relationships—but I definitely did. However, this one in particular was the only one that really mattered, because that time I was in love.
"Who's your ex?"
I sighed. "He's irrelevant."
"You're over him?"
"For sure."
"What did he do?"
"Cheated."
The conversation continued like that (Harry questioning me and me giving him incredibly short answers). However, due to his constant blabber and extreme need of asking questions about everything, me being timid did not stop him from investigating almost every detail about the relationship.
