Chapter 13: Tangled mess
Halo, I am Dana Chanelle Princess Simons. I am 22 years old and since we live in the 21st century I'm definately entitled to some sort of freedom which is handled much better with a matured mind and well a bit of experience. I believe in common sense and its been like that since . . . Well since I can remember. What am I actually saying . . . I feel like my life has taken to a path where all the odds defy common sense. I mean what are the chances that you meet a stranger, same gender, never dated before and just want to jump them? Yeah right, tell me something I dont know. See I live in a very morden town where people are wary of things they don't understand and I fit into that category right now. I grew up alone and envied people with siblings but with the way things are happening in my life, I cant help but worry that im better off as an only child. You may think I'm selfish, well maybe I am but I cant help sitting alone and thinking what if I had a sibling and they got caught up in the misery that seems to follow my every step and ends up hurt or worse dead.
I grew up feeling loved, cared for and appreciated. I was always protected. Not that I actually had people bothering me with unwanted attention from bullies or even admirers. Secret admirers? Maybe, but other than that I was just the introverted book nerd in high school. No, throughout my school days until my senior year. I wasnt your typical "ooh la la look who just walked in" or the dimwits who Ace everything gossip. A total sucker when it comes to making and keeping a simple single friendship so in overall I was just never the type to fit in. It always rang the "weirdo" bell in my head but then I had other rather interesting arrears in my life that really set me off the grid. I wasnt your typical 'four-eyed' book nerd or top performing student to earn the "head master's favorite pet" so you can already sigh with me and we try to figure this out later. For now, let's talk about my present. Sasha . . . Oh boy, such a good, fierce kisser. She told me " fuck the restrictions and doubts I want you now and here"
Drunk in love doesn't even come close to how I felt. Maybe drowning in love was more like it. She dragged me back to her mustang and threw me inside. The hot look in her eyes fired me up. she shed the skimpy t-shirt she was wearing while unzipping my track jacket. I think my lower jaw was almost touching the sit when I saw her flick her tongue out, gliding it sensously over her plump lips. I felt myself inwardly drooling and I felt my sanity slowly slip out through the tires and I knew I was a goner. She touched my boobs and I felt a jolt of current coursing through my spine and tingling my core. The desire and lust consuming my very soul when the tip of her heated tongue touched my nipple bud. I can feel that im a tangled mess but I still want her to go on. I want her to please me, I want more . . .
Sasha
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Im not sure of what im doing right now . . . Fuck I know I want her. Like I've never wanted anyone alive before. Something about her beckons my soul, demanding me to please her. Her body is telling me just how bad she wants this. This almost feels like a compulsion and it seems like I have lost my free will. All that matters is her, but why? I can't seem to question the dark desire to devour her because I feel it too. I brace my legs at the back of my car while looking at her hooded gaze. She doesnt flinch and neither do I. I set to palm her left boob like Zack used to palm me and her response made me see why he always had an ungodly smirk, its the same one I have plastered on my face right now. Arching her back gave me full access to her round full lips. Her skin which was a hue of tan and red made my core clench in sweet pleasure. Did I feel like this for Zack? *sigh*
Who cares anyway. I have a godess to worship infront of me. I couldnt help but lick my lips. She is a sight to behold. My tongue having a mind of its own went to taste her aroused nipple buds and shit . . . They didnt disappoint. She rewarded me with an erotic sigh that made me want to explore other ways to make more of those sounds from her mouth. I left a trail of wet kisses going down to her navel after I was satisfied with the attention I've given to her firm buds. I circled her navel and went down to her wet core. I sneaked my hand inside her track pants and she gave a breathy sigh. Fuck, she's gonna make me go beyond my intended mental destination. I put my middle finger in and her head snapped up to find me looking directly in her eyes. She meowed like a trapped cat while earning my wicked smile. I kissed her and she readily opened up to me. It was getting too hot inside the car and my tinted windows were already fogged up. I felt her core clench, ensaring my finger and her eyebrows knitted tightly to make emphasis on her timely orgy.
"Let go for me Dana, let go with me" I breathed
She raised her legs and wound them around my waist in a lock-trap, held my hand tightly and she mumbled some incoherent shit alongside my name as we both climaxed.
"Thank you" she gave me a shy peck on my lips before her eyes strayed from mine and the first thing that came to my mind was " fuck she really was a virgin"
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