An/Title taken from "To all the boys I've loved before"
A/N- This idea came from the fic "Follow your heart" by Beefy on Archive of our own.
Before during, and after. He thought Aimee was "okay" She made corny jokes and wore the right kind of skirts that showed off her arse just right. Dad liked her too. She was popular at school and many boys had tried to ask her out. Adam had liked the challenge, at the time. He remembered watching a film over in her room and making her laugh pretending to choke on popcorn, when she kissed him. They fucked a week later.
He just remembered getting irritated as she flopped down on his chest afterwards. Her blonde curls almost fingering his nose. "You liked it right? You liked touching my arse? You came didn't you?" She asked slowly biting his chest.
"Yeah, course. Gotta clean myself up" Adam lied, grabbing his jogging bottoms and getting out of bed. It had been a while since he'd fucked anyone. Aimee was putting him under too much pressure. It feel too overwhelming. He was sure her dad was in. He knew he'd have to do the walk of shame. Everyone would know. That's why he'd been so tense. That why he didn't care when her tits nearly poked his eyes out. He'd been too worried, felt too guilty, too stressed out to come.
It would get better. Most guys would kill to bag a girl like Aimee. Banging her would get better, he just needed more practise, more kissing, more touching, more fucking. Sex couldn't be this boring, all of the time...