Pain

Prolouge: 2:

   Aaron sat in his room, curled up in the sheets as his parents fought. Loud screams and yelling could be heard through the thin walls of his room.

Then he heard a shriek and a loud crash. Aaron's eyes widened as silence followed.

Someone had died.

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Aaron was now 18, about to graduate high school, and hid his shy, fearful personality behind a thick wall of flirting, trouble, and playing. He had about six girlfriends this week and probably more than 20 throughout the whole school year.

He lay inside of the janitors closet, his lips mingled with one of his 'girlfriends' as she wrapped her long arms around his neck. He pushed her against the wall and she yelped into the kiss.

He roughly began to undress her, letting her extremely short skirt be discarded in a dark corner of the room.

He ground his lower half against hers, barely creating a bulge in his pants. Was he bored with her? He gave up grinding against her and bent until his face was in line with her black lacy panties.

What a slut, he thought as he gripped the hem of her panties. He roughly pushed them down, catching a whiff of her arousal. The crispy smell filled the air, but it didn't turn him on one bit. He ran his tongue across her soaked slit, pressing down on her sensitive clitoris while doing so. He heard her moan delightfully. Still not yet sated, she attempted to grind her lower half against his face.

He was not having it. Aaron rose to his full height, barely towering over her, but still gaining a couple more inches of height.

"Okay we're done here." She looked up at him, with a curious look, her eyes wide and her cherry red lips in a pout.

"I have to get to class anyway, bye." He fixed his leather jacket as he walked out of the closet, leaving her to dress herself.
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He entered the class nonchalantly, not caring that the teacher gave him a curt look as he plopped into a random seat.

He was late, of course.