Here we go again. It was way past midnight, and Aaron had parked his mom's car in the back of a dark, closed shopping mall. This had become our usual post-date routine. He'd pull into some place like this, get me in the backseat, and then we'd have this awkward, clumsy sex thing before he dropped me off.
As he was all over me, groping my chest and struggling with my jeans, he whispered, "Oh, April, I want you so badly," while trying to yank down my super tight jeans.
After a few encounters with Mr. K, I started realizing that sex with Aaron, and boys like him, was just them using me for their pleasure. Honestly, tonight I wasn't feeling it--not with Aaron, anyway. It just felt like a chore, and it was easier to just go along with it than to actually say something.
So, to speed things up, I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans and panties down to my ankles. Deep down, I held onto the hope that maybe somehow his technique and foreplay would improve. I hoped that he would consider my needs instead of just his own. But yeah, wishful thinking.
I leaned back, pulled my knees up, and presented him with my pussy. It wasn't long before he had uncomfortably forced his way inside of my totally dry vagina.
"Ugh, be gentle! Go slow!" I cried as he just plowed his hard little cock into my unprepared pussy.
No foreplay, no lube, nothing--just straight-up caveman style.
Aaron did pause for a few seconds in acknowledgment of my pleas. His consideration of me barely gave me enough time to adapt. Then, in what seemed like mere seconds, he quickly began slamming into me again. Each stroke pushed and pulled the dry walls of my precious, sweet pussy.
Wow, how considerate!
"Oh man, you feel so tight, babe," he grunted as he kept plowing into me.
"Yeah, give it to me, baby, harder," I pretended to get into it, but honestly, I was just thinking about how lame this all was.
My time with Mr. K had really spoiled me. He knew how to get into my head and make me crave him like crazy. I was craving his cock and how he physically satisfied me every time, just like he promised!
And then there was Aaron, the "Quick Shot." Two thrusts, and he was done.
"Uhh, I'm coming...!" he moaned as I felt him finish inside me.
"Oh yes, you make me feel so good," I said, but inside I was like, "That's it? Really?"
He rolled off and quickly grabbed a tissue to hand me--not because he was being nice, but because he didn't want to mess up his mom's car seat.
I yanked up my panties and jeans, feeling like I'd just checked a box, and it was finally time to head home.
"You wanna wait and do it again in a few minutes?" he asked.
"Nope, you wore me out, babe." I knew that if I said yes, I would have to be the one doing all the giving. I just wanted to go home and play with myself as my fantasies and memories of Mr. K played out like a movie in my head. It was something I just couldn't stop myself from doing again and again.
I had made up my mind to break it off with Aaron, but I wanted to wait until I figured things out with Mr. K first. I was already a mess over him and didn't want to add to my stress by dumping Aaron. Plus, that's exactly what Mr. K would want, and I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction.
I was feeling pretty angry and frustrated with myself because Mr. K had taken over my thoughts, and I couldn't shake him. He had messed up whatever I had with Aaron, even though it wasn't much, and made it clear that no other guy could measure up to him.
I realized I was becoming not just his plaything but also his submissive. His demands from our last encounter echoed in my mind. He'd made it clear he could have me whenever he wanted, and I had caved. What scared me was that I not only said it but actually meant it. Although I was doing my best to show some restraint and present myself as a good girl, inside my head, I was craving to be used by Mr. K.
It worried me that if I didn't get out of this crazy situation soon, we'd get caught. As much as I wanted to hold onto this, I knew I had to end it with Mr. K--sooner rather than later. I was smart enough to recognize that it was only a matter of time, especially considering Mr. K's predisposition for risky behavior.
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A few days later...
So, I'm standing at the patio door, and it takes me a few seconds to wrap my head around what I'm seeing.
I'd just returned home from my part-time job. I was dead tired and wanted nothing more but to take a hot, relaxing shower and crash for a while. I had plans to go to a party with Aaron later in the evening. I started walking through the house from the front door, and I heard voices coming from the backyard. A lot of voices!
I changed direction from heading to the stairs to walking out the back door to see what was going on. I couldn't believe my eyes.
There was my mother and the entire Kelly family! All laughing and chatting together! Sitting in my backyard.
My mother was sitting around the patio table with Mr. and Mrs. Kelly, drinks in everyone's hands. The two kids were screeching and running around in the yard, playing with my younger sister.
"Hey, hon!" My mom greeted me cheerfully when she saw me.
"Uh...hi. What's going on?" I asked.
"A little impromptu barbecue. The Kellys dropped by with burgers and beer," my mom said.
"Sweet," I reply, but deep down, I knew Mr. K had a hand in this little gathering. His cheeky grin pretty much confirmed it.
I didn't have to ask about my dad; I knew he was at his usual church function. Besides, he didn't drink, and he really didn't have anything in common with the Kellys.
"Hi, April," Mr. Kelly said, raising his beer towards me. He was wearing shorts and an open tropical shirt and wow, he's was looking pretty good. My heart skips a beat.
I knew I couldn't do this. I couldn't be around him and everyone else and still act normal.
"The girls have been asking about you nonstop!" Mrs. Kelly laughed.
"APRIL!" The kids shout in unison. "Come play with us!"
"Hey, guys," I wave awkwardly. "I can't right now... I've got plans tonight, so I need to get ready. Plus, my sister's got you covered."
"Well, come grab a burger before you leave, dear." My mother suggested, as I walked back toward the house in utter disbelief, that Mr. K would risk coming here with his family. Seriously, did he have no shame? Or was the thrill of it all just too tempting?
I was pretty sure he wouldn't try anything with everyone around, but the way he'd been with me before made me uneasy. The whole "you're mine" thing from last time he fucked me was still fresh in my mind.
I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower to get ready for the night. I locked the door, just in case. I mean, I wouldn't put it past Mr. K to pull something sneaky.
Since I was going out, I threw on a cute short denim skirt and a super flimsy top that showed off everything. I knew it would drive Mr. K wild knowing he couldn't touch me.
As I headed out to the backyard to grab a bite to eat, I stopped in the kitchen for a soda. I still had plenty of time before my date with Aaron.
I was getting ice from the freezer when suddenly, I felt someone behind me. Before I knew it, Mr. K's arms were around me, pushing me against the fridge.
"Geez!" I said it with my heart racing. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Wow, you look so fucking hot in that tiny skirt," he whispered in my ear, his hands pushing up beneath my top to cup my bare breasts.
"Are you insane?" I hissed back. "Your wife and my mother are right outside! And my dad would literally kill you if he walked in."
"I know," he said. As he pressed his hips hard against my ass, I could feel his long, hard, fat erection pressing in the valley between the cheeks of my ass.
"It just makes me want you even more. Isn't it exciting that we could get caught at any second?"
"Hell no, it's not! Let go of me right now," I said, gritting my teeth. Mr. K pulled me even tighter against him while his hands continued to feel me up.
"You are going to fuck that little dick Aaron tonight, aren't you?" He whispered in my ear.
"That's none of your business," I snapped back. Then adding, "But yeah, probably," hoping it would bother him. Instead, it only made him more aroused, if that was even possible.
"Oh, you're such a slut, just like your..." Mr. K stopped mid-sentence as his hand slipped up under my skirt and around into my panties. He quickly found my clitoral area. As he began to stimulate me, Mr. K started grinding his hips against my ass.
That comment he made almost slipped past me as I struggled to get away from him.
"Oh, my gawd..." I said, partly out of pleasure and partly out of complete disbelief. He was grinding his hard cock against me and feeling me up right here in the kitchen, where his wife or my mother could walk in at any second.
I kept trying to look over my shoulder, hoping I would be able to see through the kitchen window. There was no way I could get a good view of the patio. We'd have virtually no warning if someone decided to come inside.
"You're so wet," Mr. K said, his fingers now finding their way inside me. "Let's go fuck in the bathroom really quick."
"Absolutely not!" I snapped.
He started quickly thrusting against me, dry-humping my ass as he fingered me. Being pressed up against the fridge like this was adding an amazing amount of pressure to my clitoral area. The freezer door was still wide open, and the sensation of the cold on my face and nipples while the rest of me was so hot was truly incredible. I would've loved nothing more than for him to make me cum right then, but this had to stop. This was way too risky.
"Come on, we can do it really quick in the other room. No one will miss us," he said. I shook my head insistently, struggling not to whimper as he played with me.
