Pain

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   Renae stood in front of the mirror. The light on her back and darkening her face. She analyzed her features, her dark grey-blue eyes, her round nose, her thin lips. The thing she hated most about herself was her lack of chest. She barely had any breasts. If she wore a hat, she would definitely look like a boy with her disgusting face and flat chest. Her curves were not defined at all. Less than any of the girls at her school.

Then she felt pressure on her waist and two long arms clasp her sides. "Hey beauty, what's up." Renae looked back at the mirror, looking into his eyes intently, breathing deeply as she readied her question.

"How am I beautiful?" Renae sighed as the words left her mouth. Jason looked at her blankly. Renae felt this awful tingle in her stomach, threading doubt through her mind. Then she felt a wet kiss in the sweet crook where her neck met her shoulder that extended out to her shoulder blades. She felt him nuzzle into that space, his nose just above the space. His lips pressed against her skin.

"Jason. You didn't answer..." Renae breathed as the pleasure of his kisses traveled to her core. Then she twisted out of his grip, hating how lovely clench in her core unraveled and the arousal building up inside of her died.

"Jason please, answer." Renae panted, her mere pleasure had tired her. Then Jason took a deep breath, and started to talk.

"When someone typically asks another person how they are beautiful, they say they have long hair, or a curvy body, or a large chest." Renae's heart dropped, she didn't have long hair, long enough to define her gender, but not long at all. "But," Renae breathed a sigh of relief as she realized he was going to say something good, for he was wearing a bright smile. "Your beauty isn't in your looks, Renae. It's in your essence. Deep inside of yourself, you know you are a good person, and I do too." Renae felt hot tears stinging her eyes. "Anyway, to me you look absolutely stunning." Renae felt herself lift up into the air, two hands under the pits of her arms, holding her up. Then she was embraced by the delicious smell of her boyfriend and his warmth surrounding her body.

Her lips were captured by his warm ones. A kiss that heightened her senses and built back the burning arousal in her core. Their tongues mingled in bliss, their saliva mingling as well. Her toes curled in affection and ecstasy. Her fingers threaded through his brown hair as they locked lips.

Renae could feel his bulge against the crotch of her pants as their lips moved against each other. She felt her succulent juices pool in her underwear. She reached out to grab his hand and opened his palm. Reaching down she picked out one finger. She placed that finger in he crotch of her shorts. She was wearing a white button up blouse and grey shorts that went just above her knees. A spark of pleasure zipped throughout her body as she placed his finger on the sensitive space. A large moan escaped the confinement of her lips as she felt immense pleasure rise from his touch.

"R-Renae." Jason stammered as he felt his finger brush against her innocence. They had never been to this stage before. They agreed they would have intimate contact after marriage, but they kissed like this once in a while. With their kiss broken Renae had more space to moan as she used his hand to pleasure herself by rubbing his finger against herself repeatedly. Colorful moans escaped from her mouth. Her cheeks were rosy from shyness.

"J-Jason..." Renae moaned, her head falling against his chest as she caught her breath. Her hands fell away from his hand and his hand dropped from her special area. Her hands lay against her boyfriend's shirt.

"Sorry about this Renae..." Jason whispered. Renae looked up at him with curious eyes. Then he used both of his hands to pull down her pants. All that remained were her panties.

"Jason!" Renae shouted with rosy cheeks, "that's not funny." Then Jason held her tight. His large hands traveled around her backside, making her gasp and sigh in pleasure.

"J-Jason..!" Renae gasped as his fingers slid further, lusting for more. Then she felt a brush against her pussy, making her gasp in delight and letting out a breathy moan. Then he started rubbing furiously. Renae shrieked in ecstasy, her pleasure building and climbing as her core clenched.

Then she burst. A powerful orgasm washed over her, all of her energy focused towards the orgasm. Streaks of cum soaked her pants that hung at her ankles and trailed down her inner thigh. That was the first time she had cum. Renae then realized she had wet herself. Her already rosy cheeks heated more.

"Let's go get you cleaned up." Renae gladly let him lift her limp body, carrying her towards the bath. After all the pleasure she had received she was ready to be pampered.

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Renae tugged on her jacket over her white shirt. Her shorts were definitely not suitable for the frigid weather outside, but it had not occurred to her she would be leaving so late in the night.

The cold bit into her legs, even the protected parts of her legs because of how wide and baggy her pants were. She felt naked, except for the cold shorts digging into her thighs from behind. Cold wind billowed through, making her shiver.

She trudged across the icy sidewalk, staggering towards her house in misery.

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When Renae arrived home, her house was pitch black. She still knew not to trust the appearance of her house.

Renae scrambled around the house, trying to avoid the steep hill leading off of it.

Once she arrived at the back door, she breathed a sigh of relief. She might not have to deal with Melanie's abuse today.

Renae pushed open the back door, using her spare key to unlock the tricky door. She pushed it open quickly, so it barely made any noise. Then she closed it just the same. She quietly stepped across the wooden floor, knowing the creaky boards and silent ones from years of practice sneaking around.

She dashed upstairs to her room as she heard footsteps not too far behind her. She ran into her room and turned the small push out lock quickly until she heard that reassuring click.

"Renae open this door right now, or I'll give you a worse punishment when I get in."

Renae held her breath. But suddenly she heard another click, a dreaded and feared click. The door handle turned, and the door swung open. Renae's step-mother waltzed in with a blue key in her hand.

Shit! She forgot about the key.