Hey guys! Sorry it took me a while to update, I've been super busy. I read a lot of your comments and after finally reading 'Light's! Camera! Action!' I see where you're all coming from. I promise you though, no plaugurism was intended and after reading this one, you'll notice that too. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if there are any gramatical mistakes, especially at the end, I'm getting a new laptop and I wanted to get this one written and published so I wouldn't have to transfer everything. I appreciate all the comments that didn't reference LCA. Keep them coming and I hope this satisfies all the people who did compare the stories. Kisses.
P.S I'm totally into music, I seriously recommend you check out the music referenced in my stories. They are straight from my personal iTunes library. Even my username 'steadybutimstartingtoshake' is a lyric (Rob Thomas - This Is How a Heartbreaks.)
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Melody didn't know what it was. What clicked in her brain. What made her get into a thousand dollar car with a hot stranger. She wasn't this type of a girl. She was more likely to become a nun then to embark on an impromptu sexcapade with the first georgous Fabio, but that was it. That's why she did it. She didn't want to be the prude. She wanted to be normal. She had given up so much for her parents and her grades. Getting a job to help support the family, while miraculously staying a straight A student. When her dad had to leave work, her mom had to stay home and take care of her dad while also working to support two children. She never had time to be a teenager. The only time she had ever done anything remotely selfish was when she slept with Lucas, her best friend at the time. He had come over after school to start thier science report. She was sitting at her desk and he was on the bed. Lucas had blond hair with a cowlick. He had soft blue eyes and a permenantly dull face. He had a tall, lanky body and an awkward frame. Not that she was a catch either at the time. She had short dark hair, about chin length with a pair of unsightly round glasses. She had an average body brimming with baby fat. She was also a tad bit shorter, accetunating the the extra on her body.
"So I was thinking we could do something about rubber. Like experimenting on like electricity and rubbers low conductivity." She turned to face him. He looked like he had a lot on his mind.
"Ha-ha-ve you ever wondered a-a-about it?" He asked nervously.
"Well not really. I know that rubber blocks electricity."
"N-n-oo. It. Sex." She gasped. She had never thought about 'it,' especially not with no.
"N-n-oo, especially not with y-y-you."
"Oh." He replied disheartened, " I forgot you're waiting for Bobby Bleckner to ask you out."
"No i'm not!," she replied in an offended tone, "I could care less about Bobby Bleckner or any other boy."
"S-s-so will you have s-s-sex with me?"
She couldn't reply so she nodded her head. She got up and sat in front of him on her small bed. He reached down to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off of her body. She used her arms to shield her chubby belly. He grabbed one of her breasts and let his hand just sit there. It wasn't romantic or sexy. It was.... Awkward. They stayed like that for almost five minutes. He moved on by standing up, promting her to do the same, and taking off his clothes. She followed suit. She looked down at his penis, it was longish but then again, what did she have to compare it to. He sheathed himself and soon after he was above her. He took a deep breathe and pushed the whole way in. She yelped in pain as he split her in two. His breathe became shallow and the room became silent. He thrusted in and out while she tried not to cry. About three minutes later, his mouth formed an 'O' and he supressed his moans as he emptied his seed into the condom. He rolled over and caught his breathe. He got up, got dressed, stuttered something inaudible, and walked out. She rolled over and cried until she had to start getting ready for work.
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Why was she doing this to herself again? She didn't have fun the first time and didn't want to relive it a second time. She didn't have raging hormones or whore moans for that matter. Why was she doing this period? She didn't even know his name or how old he was. For all she knew, she had just gotten into a car with America's Most Wanted. She was about to get fucked and bludgeoned. Or maybe he was a necrophiliac. She tried to say something but she was over come with fear. They were sitting in his Mercedes SLS going to god knows where to do god knows what. What if she asked him something and he off-ed her right there in the car. Oh god, why did she get into the car? She didn't mind being a prude. Prude's didn't get murdered after leaving with sketchy people. Although he was wearing an expensive suit in the VIP section of an expensive club. Maybe he was a mob boss? He did have a slight tan to his complexion. Not that that would make the situation better, it would probably piss him off more if she denied him.
He had noticed how antsy she was getting. He knew she was regretting getting into the car. He wasn't sure why she got in, in the first place. It was a wild shot in the dark and he was shocked when she took it. She had this child-like innocence to her. She didn't scream sexual tigress or wild cat in bed. She was probably still a virgin. She had called him a jackass and a jerk-off. She didn't even swear. There was something about her that made him nervous. She wasn't hot, she wasn't sexy. She was beautiful. Just plain beautiful. She was like a flower that had just bloomed. Unlike the others, she didn't want to talk to him or fake a conversation to get something out of him. He promised himself he wouldn't get to involved with them. He promised himself he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"You can plug your iPod to the radio system thing. Just change the station to auxillery." She started at him for a couple of seconds before she did it. She shuffled through her iPod and picked 'Noticed' by MUTEMATH.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift in the music. The song fit the night drive. She slowly drifted off. When he looked over at her, she was clutching her heels in hand with her eyes closed. She didn't open then until she felt light feather weighted strokes going up her thighs, higher and higher each time. She looked over at him. He had a predatory, lustful gaze on his eyes. He looked over at her and licked his lips. She shivered, sending pulses to her already soaking pussy. She immideatley closed her legs. He growled.
"Open your legs. Now." He didn't ask, he commanded.
Out of fear and lust, she did as told. He went for the gold. She moaned at the contact. He plunged in and out, feeling the heat rising from her deep, tight core. He slid his finger up and down her pussy lips. She moaned and whimpered. Her breath shortened and faster. His fingers made contact with her pulsing clit, making her arch her back and moan louder. He circled around it, moving up and down. He started to pull over into an empty grocery store parking lot, his finger never leaving her wet cunt. When the car was in park, he gently slid in another finger in her soaking centre. He pumped in and out making a come hither motion. He used his other hand to roll and squeeze her clit. She was starting to feel the buildup of an orgasm starting, and then he stopped. He removed his fingers and sucked on one of them.
"You taste delicious, have a taste," he put his fingers in her mouth. She moaned and sucked on the finger, "now tell me what you want me to do."
"I-I-I want-t-t-t-t you to make m-m-m-me orgasm," she said in a shy quiet tone. She couldn't deny it, he had gotten her started and she needed to finish. He stuck a finger deep inside of her.
"You know, if you keep playing innocent, i'm going have to start punishing you," he whispered into her ear as he pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts and effectivley sending chills down her spine.
"I want you to make me come." He grabbed her ass cheek really hard and then smacked it.
"Tell me you want me to tongue fuck the living shit out of you," he said in an agressive, sexy tone as he pumped his finger furiously in and out of her. She would have yelled it off the roof tops if she could say anything. She was screaming in pleasure in this point. She couldn't manage anything that wasn't a moan.
He leaned down to her thighs and kissed his way to her inner thighs. Her skin had the softest feel of imported silk. He ripped her panties for better access and began to kiss her lips as she mewled and grabbed the back of his head with one hand and touched her breast with the other. He never stopped fingered her as he moved his mouth to her pulsating clit. She began breathing heavily and in shortened breaths. She was playing with her breasts, rolling around her nipples in her fingers. He could feel that she was almost there, so it was time for the grand finale. He began to suck on her clit and stuck another finger in her. She exploded, screaming out into the car. Moaning, arching her back, and holding his head in place as she rode out the wave. He lapped up her juices and then got up from his bent position. He kissed her passionatly, coaxing her tongue with her juices.
She looked sated and satified, her breathing still eratic. That was her first orgasm, ever. Maybe she was going to be one of the lifetime movie girls who would have passionate love trysts before getting murdered. Either way, she had been satified, without the use of his penis. She tried to pull up her top but he stop her mid tracks and pinched her nipples, sending another wave of arousal down to her pussy. She would have tried again but she was spent. She let her eyes close and sink in the feeling. 'Kids' by MGMT was playing in the background, slowly lulling her to sleep and it wasn't long until she was.
When she opened her eyes, everything was a blurry daze. 'Yonkers' by Tyler, the Creator was playing in the background. She didn't recognise where they were, not that she expected to. Although, she figured it would have been college dorms or apartments. She put on her glasses for a better look. She saw a large and high gate with long metal bars going vertically making some type of design. It was a large house or estate. How old was he and how could he afford this? Most definatley a mob boss. She pulled up her top and tried to make out the scenery. There were privacy hedges blocking her view of the exterior and vice versa. If he was going to try something, she had come to a resolve that she would scream and one of the neighbours could come rescue her but this was private. He could cut her up with a chainsaw and no one would hear.
She didn't know if it was the song or the fact that she had no idea where she was but she lost it. This was all too much. She jumped out of the car, while it was still moving. She landed, hard, on what seemed to be gravel or rocks. When she tried to get up, her ankle put up a fierce fight. She started to scream and limp back the gate. It needed some type of an opener, like a key or a code. She clutched the bars and screamed again until she bursted out into large sobs. She felt a large pair of arms going for her shoulders and for her legs and next thing she knew, she was being carried inside.
Everything was dark but he knew how to navigate his way around. He smelled coffee and let his sense guide him into the kitchen. He placed her on the counter and went for the lightswitch. Her hair was disheveled and eyes bloodshot benath her specs, which were bent at the centre. Her dress was dirty and had a small tear on the bustline.
