I felt him sliding in slow, the head of his cock forcing its way in. At first it hurt, like my skin was stretching until it almost tore. I let out a high little cry — half pain, half pleasure, half panic. The sound came out muffled against his neck. He stopped for a second, just one, looking down at me. He drilled those hungry eyes into mine, like he wanted to see every reaction, every shake, every tear that was about to fall. I loved that look so much… even knowing that, to him, I was just another one.
He didn’t ask if I was okay. He just pushed in a little more.
— Relax, little slut… — he muttered against my ear, voice rough, almost a growl.
I tried. Took a deep breath, spread my legs wider, lifted my hips. And then he went in, went deep.
A sharp cry ripped out of my throat. The pressure turned into a hard burn, really opening me up. I felt every inch sinking in, filling me like nothing ever had. My pussy clenched around him, trying to close but already way too soaked.
The first thrust was slow and deep. He pulled out almost all the way and drove back in, forcing my pussy to stretch around his size. I moaned louder, digging my nails into his back. The thrusts got harder, deeper. The wet sound of my pussy getting fucked for the first time filled the room. I was dripping, even with the pain. His cock slid in and out easier now, but still tight, still stretching me. Every time he bottomed out, I moaned into his neck.
— That’s it, little slut… just like that… now you’re all mine…
His voice came with a cynical laugh, like he was confirming he owned me. He started kissing my mouth while he fucked me in rhythm, his hot tongue mixing with my moans. I felt him go deep and pull out slow, my whole body reacting. For a second I thought, “This is it. I’m all his now.”
Then he came inside me. A low groan, his body locking up for a second. The hot load pulsed into me. When he pulled out slow, I felt it leaking. Hot, thick, running down my thighs and staining the sheets. The room smelled like sex… and some weird emptiness I couldn’t explain.
I was still shaking. And he… he was already looking somewhere else.
I looked down and reality slammed into me like a runaway truck.
“Fuck… I’m not a virgin anymore!”
The smile came on its own, short and kinda dumb, relief mixed with victory. But it lasted less than two seconds before the panic hit.
— Fuck, Diego, you came inside! — I snapped, already trying to get up, my voice too loud.
— Relax, it’s fine. I’ll go to the pharmacy with you in a bit… get the morning-after pill…
I sat on the edge of the bed, legs still trembling out of control. My whole body throbbed — the entrance to my pussy burned a little, like someone had rubbed sand on it. I looked down and saw the thin trail of blood mixed with his cum running slowly down my inner thigh.
With a shaky hand I ran two fingers over it. Touched. Felt the hot slickness. Lifted my fingers and looked: blood and cum together, enough to turn my stomach. Ran them again, deeper, like I needed to check how much had come out… how much was still inside.
— What if I get pregnant anyway? — I asked, voice already cracking with panic. I remembered all those stories about girls who took the morning-after pill and still ended up pregnant.
— It’s nothing, Rafa. Relax. I’ll go with you. We’ll buy it, you take it, done. — he repeated, like saying it again could fix anything.
I wanted to believe him, but my chest tightened until it hurt. I was just guilt, fear, and desperation all mixed together. My head spun and I had to do something. I stood up fast. Didn’t even think about clothes. Walked barefoot down the cold hallway, completely naked, the trail running farther down my thigh as I moved too quick. Even knowing no one was home, my heart was in my throat.
I shoved open Carol’s bedroom door without knocking.
She was lying on the bed watching TV. She lifted her head, saw me standing there naked, and her eyes went wide with panic.
— Rafa?!
All I could manage, with a stupid smile from someone who just lost their cherry and a stomach twisted with fear, was:
— We fucked, cuz… fuck, I had sex…
Carol shot up on the bed, mouth hanging open. It took her a full second to process what I’d just said. Then her face changed completely.
— You used a condom, right??
I was so ashamed to say no that I just shook my head. How the hell was I supposed to explain that Diego had started fucking me without giving me time to say anything?
She jumped up and started pacing, voice rising.
— Rafa… tell me you’re joking. Tell me this is a joke. Because if it’s not… oh my God.
She stopped in front of me, hands on her face.
— You seriously fucked Diego? That loser has a girlfriend! And on top of that he came inside you? You completely lost your fucking mind?
I just stood there naked, legs still shaking.
— Especially you, Rafa. Doctor’s daughter. Raised hearing your mom talk about unwanted pregnancies, STDs, responsibility. You know all that better than I do. And you still pull some shit like this? No condom, you crazy bitch?
She pointed at me.
— You’re so fucking irresponsible. Idiot. How does someone so smart do something so stupid? What if you get pregnant by a guy who didn’t even dump his girlfriend? Did you think about that? Or did you only think about getting off?
I didn’t answer. Instead I grabbed her makeup mirror off the dresser, sat on the edge of the bed, and spread my legs right there. Pointed the mirror down.
I saw everything.
Swollen. Red. Still wet. A thin line of blood mixed with the white cum dripping slowly from my pussy. I smiled, happy. A dumb little smile, like a spoiled girl who’d just become a woman.
Carol stared, horrified.
— You’re smiling? Rafaella, for fuck’s sake. Put the mirror down. Stop looking at that shit. You need to shower, clean up, and we’re going to the pharmacy right now. Now, Rafa. Not later. Now.
She kept going.
— I can’t believe you did this. After everything we talked about. After I warned you a thousand times about Diego. You swear you’re done, swear it’s the last time, and the next day you’re spreading your legs for him again. And you even let him cum inside. What the fuck is wrong with your head? You trying to ruin your life? Want to deal with a pregnancy from a guy who won’t claim you? Because if you get pregnant, Rafa, it’s your problem. He’s not leaving his girlfriend. You know that.