Hello There! I am so so so very sorry that I have been gone for so long. I know I may have lost some of you, but I intend to earn you back as quickly as I can. I humbly present to you the last chapter of -Who I Am.
To fully understand this story, I suggest you start with chapter 1.
For those of you who are enjoying Karen's story, this is not the end. I have started part two of her story which I will post shortly after this one comes online. It will be posted in the Romance category. I can't commit to a story every couple of days or every week, but you can count on seeing something from me at least twice a month.
I look forward to reading all of your comments and pray they don't beat me up too bad in the Romance section. As always, I appreciate your votes, favorites, comments, and emails. Keep checking back because the next story will be posting soon!
Please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors. My proof reader wasn't available.
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Jamie's Perspective
I am not an overly emotional person unless Karen is involved. You'd think that almost a decade would allow for healing and maturity. For me, it hasn't. I am so fucked in the head right now. I've wanted this moment so bad. Sex with Karen whether she was a virgin or not is something I have craved since my last failed opportunity. I could never tell my friends but, I'm her bitch.
I am a B-I-T-C-H. All she has to do is look at me I will bend over, spread it wide, and accept her next move with a smile.
Is she fine as hell? YES.
Is her mind amazing? YES.
Is her pussy the best shit I ever felt in my life? HELL YES!
Does she want to be with me? I don't know...That 'I don't know' is the reason I needed to get the hell out of her house. I felt like a sixth grader who takes a kindergartener's lunch money. She said she wanted it; and to my surprise she acted fine afterwards. But I can't trust that. Virginity is a hell of a thing to hold on to until you're almost 30. But man, every time I think about that tight, wet, warm shit she has, I am grateful as fuck that I got it first.
Now that I'm turning back on her block I need to consider if gratefulness or guilt drove me back here. If I am able to talk with her this one last time, and she doesn't freak out; I'll be relieved. Then I'll know that we may have made a connection. Even with all of my uncertainty, I am certain we should try again.
I park my car and enter her garage through the opened door. Just as I was going to knock on the door, I saw her sitting in the car through the corner of my eye. I cannot describe the death glare gave me when she noticed it was me standing there. I could swear she saw red because she quickly hopped out of the car like a person ready to fight; and I can't deny I was little scared. Then she blindsided me with a hard ass slap across my right cheek.