Friday, May 22, 2015
6:10 AM
I woke up with my whole body aching. Fucking that many people wears you out. Muscles I didn’t even know existed hurt: the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my hips, the middle of my back. I still had some bruises on my ass. My pussy and ass hurt in a weird way, a swollen burn that throbbed on its own and wouldn’t let me forget, not even for ten minutes, what had gone down.
My phone was full of messages from Gabriel. Out of all of them, he was the most worried about me. Wanted to know if I was okay, if I’d gotten hurt, if anything was hurting. Truth is, I knew damn well he wanted to fuck me, but unlike his brother, he actually seemed worried—or at least pretended really well.
And me, slutty as I am, woke up just horny to fuck. Nothing else. No talking, no questions, no explaining shit to anyone. I even felt like giving it up to Gabriel again. He was such a sweetheart. But that was exactly the problem: he’d want cuddling, he’d want to lie there with me after, he’d want to talk. That’s not what I wanted. Not right then.
My options were Rodrigo or Lipe. Rodrigo was another lovesick guy. He’d probably spot some bruise on my ass and ask how I got it. He’d hit me with a million questions and piss me off instead of just fucking me.
So it was Lipe.
10:35 AM
I was staring at the teacher, head somewhere else, totally checked out. If he knew I was already picturing myself riding Lipe’s cock, grinding until I broke the kid, he’d kick me out of class on the spot. God, this class was dragging. The clock wasn’t moving; every minute felt like forever. I kept shifting in my seat, restless, panties already soaked.
12:30 PM
When classes ended, I waited at the gate with Julia for her brother. Didn’t take long before he showed up, backpack on, walking through his buddies with that cocky strut like he thought he was the hottest shit, laughing at something. One of the guys with him said something loud and the rest cracked up. Then they spotted me and the laughter died—one looked at the ground, another forced his smile down and turned away.
They’d been talking about me. I flushed hot with anger, stomach flipping.
I wondered if Lipe had opened his mouth about us. From the way those boys were looking, I was pretty sure he had. My face burned with shame. For a second I pictured what he might’ve told them. Did the whole crew already know I’d given him my ass?
Fuck it. I knew that was probably gonna happen. Guys are like that. They talk shit about girls gossiping, but they’re the biggest gossips. Love bragging. But once I rode his dick enough, I’d straighten that story out.
They lived close to school, so we walked.
Lipe still had no idea what was coming. I hadn’t told him anything. In his head, maybe I was just going over to hang with his sister like usual. Ever since I gave it up to him that one time, he’d been texting nonstop wanting another round, but I kept stringing him along, leaving him hanging. This time I figured I’d surprise him—show up in his room without warning.
When we got there, I told Julia I was heading straight to her brother’s room. The door was half-open. He was facing away, still pulling off his jeans, no clue I was coming up behind him.
I stepped in, shut the door, dropped my bag, and started yanking off my jeans right there, left in just my panties. Walked straight at him with attitude. He turned around and stared, totally lost, surprise all over his face seeing me half-naked coming at him. I just gave him a dirty little smirk.
For a guy who acted like the school’s big player, he looked way too stunned. Stood frozen, like the world had flipped: me going after him instead of the other way around. His voice came out shaky, too small for that puffed-up ego:
— So… you good?
Ever since the first time I gave it up, I loved riding. Turned into a straight-up fetish. It had been fucking great with Diego, and now that I was on the pill and not scared of getting knocked up, the urge only got stronger.
I didn’t let him say another word. Shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on, knees straddling him. Pressed my soaked pussy—still covered by those thin panties—right against the hard bulge in his boxers and started grinding slow, feeling the heat and thickness underneath. The friction made my whole body shake. I kissed him hard, tongue sliding in without warning, licking, sucking his lip. That wet, deep kiss that leaves you breathless. He had such a sweet mouth I didn’t want to stop. He moaned into the kiss and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling me tighter against that hard-on.
— Stay still — I whispered in his ear. — I’m the one running shit here.
The smile on my face was pure trouble. He looked at me with this dumb grin frozen on his face and managed a shaky “yeah.” I dragged my nails lightly down his chest, slid my hand lower, yanked his boxers down, and pulled out his cock. Rock hard, thick, already leaking at the tip. Wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse.