You're Mine

Chapter 12: Big Difference

     "Me too. He left me letters, one for each year until I'm thirty. I read them on my birthdays."

     "He would be proud of you. You're a good girl."

     "Thank you.", I caught myself staring at his eyes and suddenly turned.

     He moved his hand from mine and turn my head back to look at him again. "Don't do that."

     "What?"

     "You turned away from me. I'm guilty for it. I told you that I don't want you to look at me, I told you that stupidity of self-esteem. Of all that I told you, that was the biggest lie and I'm very sorry about it. The way you look at me has never bothered me. My problem is how I feel when you look at me, those feelings I shouldn't have, feelings that I can't afford to have. And at the same time...nothing was worse than when you stopped looking at me, Betty."

     "What do you think I'm thinking when I look at you?", I asked him.

     "I think you like me, even though you shouldn't.", I smiled agreeing, and he continued. "You're always trying to understand me."

     "You don't make it easy for me."

     "Sometimes you also look at me as if you want me to kiss you again, but you wouldn't know what to do if I did. That kiss...was the reason I ran out of Pop's. It started as a joke, but for me it was quite real."

     My heart jumped when I found out that he felt the same thing I did on that day.

     "Am I attracting you?", I immediately felt like a fool for asking him that.

     "I mean...I don't look like the girls you go out with. I don't have big breasts or big ass. I am completely opposed to those you bring home."

     He laughed. "You really are.", he got closer. "Why do you think I like them more just because I bring them home?
Those girls, they're...easy, but they mean nothing to me, really. They don't try to get to know me. They just want to fuck me.", he explained. "Because I'm really good at it."

     I was smiling nervously. "I got it."

     "And to answer the question, I like your body more than theirs."

     "Why?", the question sounded more like sigh rather than words.

     He spoke quietly. "You want details, huh?", he smirked.

     He came closer to me like he was telling me a secret. "Okay...you're tiny, beautiful, and your boobs are perfect size and they're natural.", he looked at my breasts. "You got a great ass too. That night when we went to the cinema, you wore that little skirt. Every time that dickhead down a hand on your ass, let me to madness. I wanted to be the one who touches you."

     I couldn't resist. I got closer to him even more and lowered my hand on his palm. "Really?"

     "You're really beautiful."

     Dying with the desire to feel the taste of his lips, I touched his lips with the tip of my finger. "I thought I was pretty 'disgusting'?"

     He slowly shook his head and touched my cheek. "No...You're beautiful."

     The need to kiss him has become unbearable. "Kiss me.", I sighed.

     "It's not that I don't want to. Fuck it, I really want to. But I just...", I didn't wait for him to finish the sentence.

     I took what I wanted, what I needed. He moaned when my lips touched his. He put his hands on my cheeks.

     At one point I gently lick his wound on his mouth when he closed his eyes. Then he took the initiative and started kissing me more passionate, more demanding. I reached sat on him and felt the pressure of his friend down there.

     At that moment I didn't care for any consequences. I just knew that I didn't want this to stop.

     "I want you to show me how you fuck, Billy Hargrove.", I was shocked by my words, some kind of darkness took over me.

     He pushed me away from him, astonished. "What did you say?"

     Never in my life I felt bigger humiliation than at that moment.

     His eyes widened as if he just woke up from sleep. "Fuck. No...no. You have to understand something, Betty. That will never happen."

     Well, I've never felt bigger humiliation in my life than at this point in fact.

     "Why do you say that after all you told me?", God, I felt like a real fool.

     "It was important for me to know how much I want you to know how beautiful you are, both inside and out, because I feel that I have disrupted your self-confidence even though it wasn't intended. I really meant everything I said, but no kiss was supposed to come. I shouldn't even be in this bed, but I was enjoying lying here with you."

     "Why am I different from the girls you give yourself to?"

     He ran his hands through his hair, then looked at my eyes.

     "There is, actually, a big difference. You're the only girl in the whole world who is forbidden, and fuck me if I don't want you more than any other."

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