Chapter 3: "Fight-or-flight"
Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. I could see the movements of her throat, as she was swallowing his huge load of thick cum right in front of me. My only thought was that she would have his cum inside her body for some time now, I could even picture her belly full of it by now. It made me furious to think that I had never been close to any of this. Every suggestion of oral sex or to leave out a condom during sex was vehemently denied by her. But for an unknown reason, she turned into a submissive doll for this buff asshole tonight.
She licked her lips after swallowing like she normally did after enjoying some ice-cream at her favorite ice cream parlor. Her face looked awfully smeared. The tears that ran down her cute cheeks, as he was forcing his cock down her throat, left trails of eyeliner that looked like streams of ink running down from her innocent blue eyes.
Additionally, a mixture of his cum and her own saliva disfigured her beautiful face even more, to the point it brought tears to my eyes. Nevertheless, beyond the mess on her face, I could recognize she was happy. She smiled and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
"Sorry." she whispered after her lips detached again.
"Come back slut, we are not done yet!" the big guy commanded, as he snapped the fingers of his left hand.
Sarah only nodded obediently and left me alone again. As she went back to him, my eyes were locked on her cute little butt, bouncing in her tight leggings. She stopped next to him and he did not hesitate to powerfully slap her ass with one of his strong hands, grabbing it roughly directly afterward. The sound of his hand hitting her tiny butt and hearing her squeal and laugh, woke me up from my paralysis. He dug his fingers deep into one of her ass cheeks and pulled her petite body towards him, pointing his other hand towards me, as I finally stood up from my chair.
"You can pick her up when I'm done with her until then get the fuck out of here, loser!" he said laughing mockingly and pinched her ass, making her shriek again.
I was shivering from anger. The adrenaline rushing through my veins made my heart pound crazily. My fists were still clenched from all the suppressed rage during the last few minutes. With white knuckles and red face, I was standing in front of my chair, looking into the eyes of the asshole groping my loving girlfriend. I was breathing heavily, feeling like my heart would jump out of my chest at any minute. This had to be the famous "fight-or-flight response" they were teaching us about in biology class.
Suddenly, I realized we were not alone. People were gathering around us and started laughing after I got up from my chair. My mind was blanking out the presence of the other party guests, right after Sarah got down on her knees. I felt embarrassed. The tension in my body was gone in an instant, after I could see several cell-phones directed at me or Sarah, to record what would happen next. Everybody was hoping for a fight, nerdy student vs bodybuilder, but it seemed like nobody was betting on me to win.
All my anger turned into fear. I started panicking and ran out of the room, squeezing myself through a crowd of laughing faces and phone cameras, until I reached the patio door. It felt like a horror movie until I could finally step outside into the garden, where apparently no one had realized what had happened inside yet. After closing the door behind me, everything turned silent again.
Even though it was a warm summer evening, only a few people gathered outside. Nobody paid attention to me storming out into the garden, panting and with tears in my eyes. Small groups of people were just standing around, being engaged in conversations. I sat down alone on a secluded wooden bench that was located near the hedge marking the border to the neighbor's garden. Sitting down, all my emotions just brake through at once. The tears began running down my face, trickling down on the lawn from my chin, as I was sitting there in a hunched posture, sobbing heavily. I tried to conceal my suffering by hiding my sad face with my hands, even though nobody around seemed to care anyway.
I don't remember how long I have been sitting there. My mind was playing tricks on me, by reminding me of how lovely Sarah had been in the past. For some reason, the moment of her, undressing in front of me for the first time, came to my mind.
We had been together for a few weeks already and I was too scared to make a move. One evening, while watching the last season of breaking bad together in my room, she suddenly got up from the couch between episodes and turned around to look at me. She wore a tight-fitting red dress that covered her firm butt and revealed a little bit of cleavage as well. Down below, black leggings that fit like a second skin, completed her outfit.
She slowly lifted the dress over her head to reveal her flat belly and beautiful breasts in an almost transparent bra. I was completely stunned and didn't know how to react, as she was looking at me with a playful smile.
"Don't you want to touch me sweetie?" she asked in a seductive voice while climbing onto my lap with her slim legs widely spread.
"What...what are you... doing?!" I gasped, paralyzed by surprise.
"Don't be shy." she whispered, as she took both of my hands and put them onto her firm breasts.
I remember squeezing them softly through the fabric of her bra, remember how I could feel my erection rising with her sitting on top of me. It was the night she took my virginity and I will never forget it.
