She shoved him inside, her tank top askew, panties already tugged aside. "Why isn't it ready?" she growled, grabbing his flaccid dick. It swelled in her hand, thickening as he stuttered, "H-hi, Sabrina, it's nice to--" She cut him off, her voice sharp and possessive. "This is my dick now. I can have it whenever I want!" She pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, her strength and leverage pinning his flabby arms as she sank onto his erection. Her tight, swollen flesh stretched around him again, slick with arousal, the speedbumps caused by being a novice sexual creature eclipsed by her primal need.
"
Hurry up and gimme your cum
" she demanded, riding him hard, her hips slamming down with relentless force. Jacob groaned, helpless under her, his cock throbbing as her wet heat gripped him. It didn't take long -- her command, her ferocity undid him with a smile on his face, if not in his heart. He gasped, ejaculating inside her, his hot seed pulsing deep as her real self woke mid-climax. Sabrina's eyes fluttered open, tears spilling as she felt him finish, her body betraying her again. She squirted spurts of liquid onto his lap, a sharp, involuntary release soaking his belly, her orgasm crashing through her shame with her eyes confused and her jaw slack.
Sabrina collapsed atop Jacob, her small frame sinking into his soft bulk, her face pressing into his shoulder as sobs wracked her body. The tears came fast, hot and messy, her breath hitching against his sweaty skin. "Hi", he said, trying to play it cool with a voice that cracked. As she cried, her inner walls -- still tender and swollen from their rough coupling -- contracted involuntarily, squeezing his cock, still buried inside her. Jacob groaned softly, the sensation overwhelming, then overstimulating, his overjoyed dick ticklish and twitching with fresh arousal. Her sobs tightened her grip on him in a visceral rhythm that sent a shiver through his core.
"S-Sabrina," he stammered, his voice gentle but strained, "can you... let me out? I'm, uh, starting to get hard again." His cheeks flushed red, embarrassment mingling with his desperate need to comfort her.
Her eyes widened, mortification cutting through her tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, voice cracking as she scrambled off him, accidentally smooshing his nose as she used his face as a handhold, her thighs slick with their mingled fluids--blood, semen, her own squirt. She fumbled around his cluttered room, searching for her panties in the dim glow of his laptop's hentai screen. Jacob, ever polite, spotted them tangled in his sheets and handed them to her, his thick fingers trembling slightly as he forced himself to look away from a dark patch where something white was dripping out below her waist.
"Here," he said softly, his tenderness stark against the chaos of the moment.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled again, clutching the damp fabric to her chest. She bolted for the door, her tank top askew, her bare feet slapping the hardwood, her bottoms still off. Jacob lunged after her, his boxer briefs half-pulled up, desperation clawing at him.
"Sabrina, wait!" he yelled, his voice raw, cracking with need. "Please -- I just... I want to help you." His words echoed down the hall, but she didn't turn back, disappearing around the corner, her sobs fading into the night. "I'd give anything to spend another second with you.", he said to no one, as he was completely alone in the hallway now. What was her deal?
Back in the glow of her pastel pink dorm, Sabrina curled into a ball on her bed, a rotating rainbow glow of color-chaning fairy lights on her tear-streaked face. A poster, a boy from a boy band in Korea, stared down, indifferent to her suffering. She clutched her lower abdomen now, the dread of pregnancy sinking deeper -- the way the state had outlawed all birth control hanging over her like a silent guillotine.
After a while, that strange, cozy feeling pulsed inside her, the boy's hormones from his fluids weaving an unwanted thread of attachment. She cried herself to sleep, alone, hugging a pillow that wasn't good enough for cuddling, her mental picture of her cozy safe place in her room in the dorm shattered beyond recognition.
Across the hall, Jacob slumped onto his bed, the scent of her still lingering on his sheets. His Gundams loomed above him, silent witnesses to his unraveling. Tears welled in his eyes -- relief at her presence, grief at her pain, longing for her closeness. He'd meant every word of his letter, every clumsy plea. She made him want to be better, but now she was gone, and he was still just the fat nerd no one wanted. He cried himself to sleep, alone, the Ring camera blinking in the dark, capturing nothing but his quiet despair.
Their tears marked the end of a night neither could escape, a raw, what was a thread of connection becoming a bind that tied them in ways they couldn't yet fathom. The stakes --
emotional, physical, primal
-- tightened around them, promising a collision neither was ready for.
