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.
