Harry And Milly

The air was cold as I stepped off the pub doorway and out of the loud and crowded pub. It was 5th November. 'Bon-fire night.' The weather was harsh & the rain was starting to get heavier.

Suddenly the music and noise got louder as the door swung open and there appeared my stupidly drunk friend, Jessica.

"Whooooo!" She yelled, linking her arm into mine, "Milly, man. Why aren't you drunkkkk?!"

I started walking, holding Jessica steady. "Because I'm designated driver, remember? And I've got work tomorrow."

Jessica snorted, "Mate, you need to stuff that job. All pompous & grand. Get a bar job like mine - you can get pissed ON the job!" She slurred.

I caught her eye and chuckled at her, still holding her steady. I would love to be more like Jessica. Gorgeous red hair, lovely green eyes & a personality that could draw anybody into conversation. I've seen her at work, sat on the edge of the bar watching whilst every man gives her the attention I craved.

I finished work at 8pm if I was lucky, sat at a desk typing minutes and answering phone calls for my pervert of a boss all day. If he's not luring at my breasts or making jokes about how my skirts aren't short enough, he might occasionally treat me like an actual woman and ask me to lunch; which of course I have to turn down.

"JESS.IC.AAARRR!" A male voice boomed through the empty streets followed by raucous laughter.

"C'mere girl!" Jessica was engulfed in huge male arms laughing her head off. He let her go and looked at his wristwatch. "Heading off home already, fuckin' lightweight?"

Jessica rolled her eyes and pointed her thumb at me, "Ehh, Milly has work tomorrow and she's driving me home." She swayed and I watched the males arm wrap around her waist.

"Come back with me - I'll make sure you get back safely! We're having a little after party at mine! Whoooo!"

Jessicas head flings back and her mouth is wide open laughing. I roll my eyes. Jessica steps towards me and I put my hands out to steady her. "Milly, babe, you don't mind do you?" She whined, her bottom lip out.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Jess. I don't know these people."

"No, but I do!" She cried, "I'll text you tomorrow I promise." She said, wandering off down the road with the lads.

I put my leather gloved hands in my coat pocket before heading in the direction of my car. You could see my breath in the cold night air. I sighed. Yep, I felt depressed. Why did Jessica always get the fun guys? Everybody wanted a piece of Jessica. Jessica, Jessica, Jessica!

I pulled my car keys from my bag & unlocked my car. The flashing light as it unlocked brought my attention to the yellow triangle stuck to my wheel.

"What?" I said, out loud. I grabbed the sides of the triangle and tried to pull it off. "FUCKING GREAT!" I yelled shaking my head and throwing my bag on the floor.

I sighed and blew my hair from my lips. Great, now my hair will have purple lipstick stuck on it. Can't get to work tomorrow and on top of that I'm out nearly £100.00.

Sighing I picked up my bag, sliding my lipstick in and picking my phone from the floor. I started heading towards the direction of the bus stop as I unlocked the screen and dialled 'Mum.'

No answer.

'Dad.'

No Answer.

I gave up and threw my phone in my bag & looked at the timetable sloppily glued onto the glass. Great, theres a bus in 30 minutes. I slouched on the cold bus stop bench and looked around at the empty street and thought about how eerie it is at night time. I'm in this town every day for lunch and it's always bustling with busy townspeople you almost don't realise life stops at night time.

"Milly?" I heard, pulling me from my train of thought. "Is that you?" Looking round, my eyes clapped onto this handsome man hanging from his car window. "My god, it really is!"

"Harry!" I laughed, "What're you doing here? I heard you moved to Wales?"

"I did, I did." He laughed, raising his lip. "Bit of a shit'ole. Back to visit the family though. You know what they're like with Bon-fire night. A must have piss-up!"

I smiled, taking in a moment to soak in what he looks like. Still the same Harry with insanely white teeth, blue eyes and waxed messy hair. "New car?" I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

He nodded, "Yeah, bought it for the missus last year but the ungrateful sod didn't want this model."

"Wife?" I asked and he nodded. My heart sunk. My Harry was married. After all these years I don't know why I expected any different. Maybe I was just jealous that out of everybody - my life love was the worst. "Well, you best be getting out of this cold and back to your party." I laughed.

Harry smiled, and looked at his wristwatch. "Ahh, I got some time." He pointed to the bus stop. "Do you need a ride?"

"No, no!" I exclaimed, "I'll be fine."

"C'mon..." He said, "It's warm in here. At least it will be when I do the window up again..." He joked. He saw that I was uneasy. "Milly, it's me. We dated for years in college. You can trust me!" My heart pounded as I looked at his hurt expression. "Okay!"

I rubbed my hands together as I climbed into the passenger seat of his Mercedes. Blimey, my little shitty focus was down the road and he's driving this? Can't let him know my life is still in the crapper.

"So, where do you live now?" He asked, pulling back into the road. I grimaced, oh god. I can't tell him I still live with Mum & Dad at 25! He's married and I'm still at home!

"45 Windsor Road." I reeled off, giving him Jessica's address. Not that he would think better of me for living there! A crummy block of flats. Why did I even care, Harry's married! "So, any kids?"

He shook his head. "Marie doesn't want children. God, Milly, I can't believe it's really you!" He looked at me and put his hand on my knee. "You look brilliant."

I laughed. Marie. That's a stupid bitches name. "You look good, too, Har."

He shook his head flicking his indicator to the right, "I shouldn't tell you this, Milly, but I was thinking about you a lot this past week what with being back in town."

I raised my eyebrows, "Really? I think about you a lot too, we had some good times together."

Suddenly his car pulled into a dark dirt road and his engine died. He twisted his body towards mine, his lips dangerously close. I could feel his breath on my lips and I almost melted. I looked into his warm eyes as he said, "I've missed you Mills. I'm leaving town tomorrow night, how about one last night for old time's sake?"

His hands came up to the sides of my face as he pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips entwined and I couldn't help my kiss back. Hard. His hand starting sliding down my neck and across to my throat squeezing slightly. I gasped and he pulled back, not letting go of my throat. I smiled, "Still know how I like it huh?"

Nodding, he lent back in and I could feel his tongue running over my ear lobe and into my ear. My legs started parting involuntarily and Harry took advantage of this, slowly running his hand up my inner thigh...

"No!" I suddenly said, "You're married, Har, we can't." I pushed his hand back onto his own lap as he sat back in his chair all flushed. "I'm sorry, I'm just not like that." He didn't say a word. "Harry?"

"For fucks sake, Milly."

Startled, I put my hand on his. "If you weren't married, I'd be all for this. I'm sorry." I looked out of the window, "I don't know where I am - could you take me back to my Mum & Dads?"

Harry lifted his head, frowning. "I thought you said you live at Windsor Road?"

"I- I didn't want you to think I was still a sore loser living with Mummy & Daddy when you're married -" My voice was cut off when his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.

"Remember when you lied to me all those years ago at college, Mills?" His grip tightened, forcing my hands to grab his fingers. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "Remember when I had to teach you that lesson and you couldn't walk straight for days?"

I nodded squeezing my eyes tightly shut letting my mind cast me back all those years ago. I hadn't meant to lie to Harry I just wanted to go out with Jessica but Harry had already asked me to go out with his parents and him for a Christmas meal. I told him my parents needed me to help with their shopping and he'd believed me. I didn't realise he was taking his parents into town for the meal. Never had I seen that side to Harry once he'd found out I'd lied. I was a virgin and we'd only been dating a few months and done a few things to each other. He'd never pressured me, even though he wasn't a virgin himself.

That night was the worst & best night of my life. I'd begged for him to be gentle but at the same time was longing to feel his hand on my arse cheek over and over. He wasn't gentle. He choked me whilst I lay on my back letting him take my virginity from me. Ever since then our sex was just plain rough. And we'd loved it.

"Oi!" Harry's voice bought me back to reality. "You know I don't like liars." He winked.

"Oh come off it, Har. You're just using any excuse to fuck me."

He let my throat go and I watched him reach for the car handle. I frowned as he climbed out and went to his boot. I tried to see him in the side mirror but couldn't as it was too dark. Alarm bells started ringing in my head. I opened the passenger side door and swung my legs out.

"Harry, don't worry about giving me a lift home - I'll drop you a message on facebook soon, okay?" I shut the door and turned to leave when his voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Run."

"W-What?" I asked, turning back as I watched him close his boot.

"I said, Run."

I laughed nervously. "I'm not playing this game, Harry."

He took one step forward.

"Run, Milly."

Another step.

"You have two options," he continued, "You could run and you'll have a chance to get away. OR. You could stay here and let me fuck you."

Another step forward.

I stepped back.

"If I catch you though, I still get to fuck you. So? What do you think?"

I looked into his eyes. Once warm they now made my blood run cold. What was happening?

The wind was whipping on my skin and my legs were burning from the speed I was running. I'd dropped my bag ages back and all I could feel was heat from my blood pumping. My heart had never beat so fast. What had happened to my Harry?

Just then, I heard a screech of tyres and the road before was lit up from headlights. I heard a car door slam and then heavy footsteps behind me. Was this some sick game? I started crying, the fear building up inside my stomach. I can't let him catch me! Some of the things we used to do used to terrify me! Different is, back then Harry would stop if I asked him to. Why did something tell me he wouldn't stop if I asked him tonight?

"MILLY!" He shouted, not far behind. My breath caught in my throat and tears ran onto my lips.

"Stop it!" I sobbed, "You're scaring me!"

I looked back. How I wished I hadn't.

My ankle twisted in my boots and I felt my body pelt the rocks on the ground. I had held out my hands to protect my face from the fall and could feel the gravel stuck in my skin. I quickly scarpered up and limped forward but it was too late.

Harrys hand twisted in the back of my hair whilst his other wrapped itself around my open mouth. Everything was in slow motion - I shook my head, kicking my legs out and clawing at the hand around my mouth.

I could feel my heels dragging on the rocks as he dragging me over to the grass verge on the side of the empty road. My ankle was throbbing with every rock my foot bumped over.

He threw me into the wet grass but before I had the chance to get up, he rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my top up to my bra strap. It took him seconds to pull it underdone. He jammed my face into the grass and lifted himself off me to slide my leggings over my arse. He left them at the tops of my legs.

"This'll teach you to be such a fucking cock-tease. You're nothing but a fucking slut." He let go of my hair and I felt his cold fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. "I had to teach Marie a lesson, too, y'know."

I felt the cold air on my bare cheeks and then down my legs. I clenched my fists together struggling not to cry. I was naked. Against my will.

His hands wrapped around my hips and he lifted me in the air until I fell on my knees. I felt his cold thumbs pull my pussy open slowly before he let out a chuckle. His hands then travelled up to my arse cheeks and he pulled them open, revealing my hole.

"Harr-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled, running his finger over my star. "It looks so tight." He put his finger to my mouth and jabbed it in. "Wet it." He ordered, running it over my tongue.

That's when I felt pain like never before. Slowly, his index finger opened my little hole and he buried it deep. I grunted, clenching my jaw tight. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying for him. I felt his finger slide in and out before adding another one.

Still buried deep inside me, I heard his zip open before a rustling sound.

The heat of his member against my dry pussy felt awful. I jumped. "I'm not wet Harry. Harry, don't!"

I felt a smack on the back of my head, pushing my face into the grass once more.

Slowly he pushed his member into my dry hole. I grunted, tears running down my face. He kept pushing until my stomach was on the grass and his body was pressed on mine.

"Fuck!" He grunted, "Dry pussy is so much better." He pulled out and then slammed back in. I screamed and felt his hand press on my mouth. He kept pumping me, my pussy slowly getting wetter through force. With every thrust my body slammed into the ground and tears fell onto his hand.

His other hand then snaked round to my front and cupped my breast, his fingers rolling my hard nipple around. I let out a groan as the sensation started sending tingling sensations through my body.

That's when I felt my nipple being squeezed hard. I arched my back in the attempt to get away but couldn't as he was pressed on me. He started pumping harder & faster and with every thrust kept squeezing my nipple hard.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." He grunted, "I'm gonna cum. Fucking slut." I started screaming as his grip got tighter on my nipple. "Ung. Ung. Ung." His cum splashed on to the walls of my pussy, filling me with a warm feeling.

I felt his member slide out of my hole and the pressure of him lifted. I lay there, feeling his cum fall from my hole and down onto my legs.

"Thanks, Mills." He said, ruffling my hair before standing up. "That was fucking amazing."

I heard his zip do back up and I felt aware that I was still laying half naked on the floor. My nipple was burning & throbbing and my little hole felt sore. I couldn't bring myself to get up and look at him. My Harry. Destroyed me all for a sick game.

"I assume you can find your own way home?" He asked, breaking the silence.

I nodded, my eyes still closed in the grass. He said nothing more. I just heard his footsteps in the gravel and eventually his engine started up. He revved a few times before driving off.

That was it. He left me in darkness. Naked. Sore. Cold.