DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
-one-
The first one was Gale. He was two years my senior. I eyed him ever since the moment he walked in Senora Garcia's Spanish 2 class, clutching his guitar (who I will later find out he named Michelle). He sat in front of me, and I would spend a good amount of time studying his mousy brown hair than listen to Senora Garcia drone on about preterites. I would watch him during nutrition, playing an unfamiliar bluesy tune on his guitar, eyes closed, head swaying back and forth, lost in the bliss of his strums. One time he caught me watching. I was rewarded with a wink and a smile.
Later that afternoon, as soon as I got home, I locked myself in my room, dropped my pants and imagined how Gale would fuck me. I've never cumed harder in my life.
Then somehow Gale started talking to me during passing periods. It was usually about the Spanish homework and I would gladly hand him mines to copy. I know he's just using my stupid crush to score homework assignments, but I don't mind, he talked to me.
School settled down and the leaves started falling. Gale now routinely copies my Spanish homework under the bleachers. Have you ever had sex Kat? he asked me one time. I shook my head.
He flashed me on his devilish smiles. Would you want to?
Gale's room is male pigsty. He laid me down his bed and started stripping me. He kissed me. Hard. I've kissed before, but never like this. Tongue and teeth clashed as Gale dominated my mouth with his. I moaned when he squeezed my breasts and gasped when I felt his finger enter my core. Fuck, Kat, you feel so good he said. Of course I've touched myself before, but something about his finger, calloused with hours of strumming his guitar, turned me on so much that I came after he inserted a third finger.
Good Girl. He crooned to my ear. I think you're ready for me. Gale stroked his stiff cock a couple of times before he entered me in one swift move. I cried out when I felt his cock break through my natural barrier. He stilled for a moment, waiting for my body to get accustomed to his size, and then started to pump in and out. Slowly at first, then his moves got shallower and more erratic. You're so fucking tight Kat. Gale came in me for the first time.
Gale loves fucking me roughly. I realized that he was only gentle with me the first time since I'm a virgin. He usually takes me from behind, pressed against his bedroom wall as he roughly pulls my hair. It's been months since he first popped my cherry, and fucking in his room is now a regular activity.
Gale and I still had a platonic relationship in school. He still copies my Spanish homework while smoking a cigarette under the bleachers during nutrition. Gale never mentioned anything about taking our fucking to another level. I don't mind though, at least he tells me I'm beautiful after he handcuffs me to his bed, ass in the air, exposed to his greedy eyes.
Gale has the habit of cuming in me, so I took it upon myself to visit the local clinic to get my monthly birth control shots. When I told him about it after a rigorous round of fucking that gave me a sore bottom for the next couple days, he smiled and said Good girl, you always know how to please me. I smiled inside, knowing that I did something right.
You like this don't you, being spanked while fucked from behind? Gale throatily whispered to my ear. Answer me! He demanded. Yes! I cried out. Gale spanked me again, my ass red and tingling from his previous slaps. The sensation on my skin was just too much and couldn't help the jolt that ran straight to my core. Oh are you cuming now? Come on, be a good girl, squeeze that pussy around my dick. I came so hard that I saw stars.
-two-
Finnick was an actor. Only a year older, we had theater together. I thought he was a bit of a show-off, but ever since Gale left for college two months ago, I've had this insatiable hunger for cock. Finnick seemed like a good candidate. He's passionate about his art and I've long learned that artists are quite passionate about fucking too.
I winked at Finnick from across the room.
Finnick did not disappoint me. Cunnilingus happened to be his specialty. He would take his sweet time swirling his tongue around my swollen clit, eating my pussy like a starved man. I learned that I don't mind being eaten out for minutes straight and get fucked so hard that bright spots appear before my eyes.
Finnick likes biting me. He would usually leave marks around my breasts and neck. I lovingly caress them while I shower at night. It's a mark that I'm wanted. That somebody wanted so much they left their mark behind.
Finnick would sometimes fuck me in the dressing rooms. Be quiet Kat, or else the whole class would find out how dirty you are he would whisper in my ear as he erratically fucks me in front of the mirrors in one of the vanity tables.
Finnick lit a joint one time. I've never tried marijuana before, but he convinced me that sex is so much better under the influence of THC. And so it was. Eric Clapton was singing Cocaine in the background the first time Finnick fucked me on his kitchen floor. The tile was cold on my naked back, but Finnick's thick cock pumping in me distracted me from any other feeling. He pulled my hair aside and bit down hard on the juncture of my neck before throatily cumming in me.
Finnick never specified what our relationship was. But unlike Gale, Finnick ate lunch with me sometimes. He would usually ramble on about some play I haven't heard about and the joys of recreational drugs. I didn't mind his banters. At least I'm not alone.
Finnick took me to a party once. He handed me a stick of cigarette and a bottle of beer with a quick Make yourself comfortable before bolting off somewhere. I lit the cancer stick and obligingly took a long drag, making myself comfortable on the couch while watching people jump in the pool. An hour later, Finnick returned with a purpose. He pulled me into one of the rooms and proceeded on hastily ripping my clothes off. I realized that he's less patient than usual. Ecstasy. Finnick gets really impatient when he's under ecstasy. Afraid that he might successfully rip my favorite top, I gently pushed him down the bed and finished undressing myself.
When I looked up, Finnick was stroking his thick cock, looking at me like I'm piece of meat. Maybe that's what I am to him. Meat. But I don't mind. He smiled and said Come ride me my little minx. I climbed the bed and crawled to his lap. He clutched my sides as I slowly entered him. Yes just like that, nice and slow for me. I rode him slowly, swirling my hips around. Finnick got too impatient though. He flipped us over and pounded in my pussy without abandon. He came a minute later and I followed soon after, squeezing every last drop from his softening cock.
Finnick acquired a girlfriend halfway through junior year. It's not like we were ever serious. He said. Finnick made me cum three times with his mouth that day. It's been fun though, you were fun. He said with a smile before exiting my room. I curled on my bed and wondered what this hollow feeling in my chest is.