Story Fourteen: One Night Stand.
Theme: Sex with a stranger.
"After careful consideration and review of your application, we regret to inform you that we are not offering you admission to the University of Cerasus at this point. This year's pool of applicants was the largest and most accomplished..."
Kokoro didn't finish reading the email sent to her by her top choice college. It's enough to know that she didn't make it.
Sorry, Papa. She whispered silently, it's a good thing her father was no longer in the earthly realm to witness this latest failure. The old man would have been so disappointed in her otherwise.
Following her father's footsteps in Engineering had been her dream, but looks like it's not meant to be.
"Kokoro, customers at table six!" Her boss, a surly no-nonsense lady called out from where she stood behind the cashier.
"I got it." She answered quickly, pocketing her cellphone. It's Friday evening, a busy time at the diner where she worked as a waitress but she gets off work at seven.
She straightened her navy blue and cream uniform and left her little corner in the kitchen to head back out to the main dining area.
Her heart sank the instant she looked up and saw that table six was populated by three familiar faces: Mina, Kaoru, and Nanami. Her high school's resident mean girls—cheerleaders who made her school days a living hell. And now she has to serve them.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Kokoro gathered paper cups and a pitcher of water into a tray and plastered a smile on her face as she approached the trio of doom.
"Good evening, can I get something for you?" She asked sweetly as she poured water on the paper cups.
Mina, the ringleader, rested her chin on her thin wrists and said. "We just want fries to share."
"Okay, got it." Kokoro replied, clenching her hands to keep calm and not scurry away as she turned towards the counter. But then her ears perked up at the clatter behind her, and she turned to look back to see that Mina has 'accidentally' spilled her paper cup all over the floor. She made an exaggerated 'oops!' face as if apologetic, which she clearly was not.
"That's alright, I'll clean it up." She responded quietly, then went to grab a mop. She knew that a lowly diner is simply beneath the wealthy, privileged girls like them so their presence here was quite baffling. What could they be up to now?
As she started tending to the spill, and the girls started talking, it dawned on Kokoro why they were doing this.
"Oh my God, have you heard about Hitoshi?" Kaoru said loudly, casting side glances at Kokoro with a touch of gleeful malice.
Inspite of herself, Kokoro couldn't help but listen in at the mention of her ex-boyfriend's name. Her rich, popular, ex-boyfriend who dumped her shortly after graduation and headed to the bright lights of Strelitzia city, while she stayed behind in the tiny hometown of Mistelteinn to work as a waitress over Summer vacation. All the rich kids she went to school with are off to some fancy vacation in exotic places before starting college, while here she was, mopping up a spill in a little, rustic diner.
"You mean how he jetted off to be with his gorgeous model girlfriend in Strelitzia city right after graduation? Heard they're getting engaged this Fall." Nanami chimed in, giving Kokoro a small smirk.
Though outwardly Kokoro remained calm, the heart she thought was already broken, crumbled even more. So that was why Hitoshi was such in a hurry to dump her. He'd been meeting someone else behind her back.
She thought he had been ashamed that she had to work to fund her college. For people like him and his ilk, appearances were all that matters, even if they have to pretend to be someone they're really not. Oh, Hitoshi and his family were rich alright, but not the level that warranted such attitude.
"Isn't it great how he finally gets to be with someone who's really in his league, you know? Someone more his class?" Mina remarked as she smirked at Kokoro, then feigned surprise. "Oh my! I'm so sorry Kokoro, I totally forgot were even there. It must hurt to find out about Hitoshi this way." Her voice was saccharine sweet, apologetic, but there was nothing but cruel satisfaction in her cold, brown eyes.
Kokoro gritted her teeth to hold back the wave of emotion that threatened to take over. These girls, the trio of doom, sleek, beautiful girls, who lived off on Daddy's money, never had to work a single day in their privileged lives made high school Hell. They called her names, started cruel, humiliating rumors about her, and did everything in their power to put her down, simply because she dared to date someone who was out of her league. He was one of them, and she simply wasn't and that's the ultimate crime in their book.
But high school is over now. And she will never give them the satisfaction of seeing how much they really hurt her. She had to be strong.
And so, Kokoro straightened up and smiled brightly. "No big deal. It was just a high school infatuation anyway. I'd like to think that there's more in store for me than just teenage romance. Oh wait, let me get you a fresh cup and put in your order for fries."
She swiveled around and marched back to the kitchen, slumping back against the door and breathing deeply to stay calm. Does it hurt to find out that Hitoshi was cheating on her all this time? Hell yes, it hurts. But Kokoro knew that nothing would make the trio of doom even more happier than see her utterly crushed. So she continued to serve them as if she really didn't care about the breakup.
They barely picked at their fries, more like wrinkled their dainty little noses at the plate. Kokoro was tempted to roll her eyes. What were they expecting? Foie gras? Caviar? But finally, they asked for their check and Kokoro breathed a sigh of relief.
As the girls walked out the door, Mina looked back over her shoulder and gave Kokoro a wink and a wave, it was all Kokoro could do not to give her the middle finger but smiled sweetly instead.
"Rise above it, hon." Her boss whispered in passing. "Don't let them get to you."
Kokoro gave her a grateful smile and went to clear up the table. She sighed as she saw the mess the trio of doom left for her cleaning pleasure. Smeared ketchup stained the table as if a toddler had been unleashed to do finger painting, the fries were scattered like fat maggots in the disgusting backdrop, they have even drizzled the maple syrup as a final 'Fuck you!'.
Wondering whatever she had done to deserve this, Kokoro gritted her teeth and began to work.
-o-
"So you in?" Miku's text said.
"Yeah. I'll be there in a few." Kokoro texted back. Then selected her outfit.
Normally, she avoided such house parties which were nothing more but underage drinking and the occasional smoke session. But the day had been really rough.
And tonight of all nights, her mother announced that she had married her boyfriend of three months. The news came as a shock as there hadn't been any warning. It didn't occur to her mother that Kokoro wouldn't take the sudden marriage well. For so many years now, there has only been her mother and her, ever since her father passed away, she wasn't prepared for anyone else suddenly barging in to take her father's place.
Feeling trapped. Unable to cope, Kokoro had to get out of the house.
Miku, her best friend since childhood had sent her an invitation, it was just what she needed. Knowing that her mother will never allow her out of the house without the fight of the century, Kokoro sneaked out through her window. The party wasn't too far, just a couple of blocks away.
She personally didn't know the host but had heard Miku speak of him. Zorome, a guy she'd been seeing recently from another high school.
Miku greeted her at the door and ushered her in.
"Here, drink this." She pressed a red plastic cup in Kokoro's hand. "You look great girl!"
"Thanks." Kokoro smiled, she picked a knotted halter top in metallic silver and paired it with a black micro skirt. She kept her long wavy hair loose, adorned with a headband. By now everyone in her school knew that Hitoshi had dumped her and she didn't want anyone to think she's moping for him. No one has to know how miserable she really was.
Miku introduced her to some new guys, probably Zorome's friends, decent looking boys who made her feel welcome. She spied a couple of people playing beer pong in the kitchen.
When they settled in the semi-circular sofa, someone started passing the joint around, at first Kokoro hesitated but took a puff. She couldn't focus on what the group was talking about but she nodded and smiled as if she knew what was going on as she sipped her drink. Sometimes, that's all it took to navigate through social situations and she found it worked most of the time. It's not like she came here to forge new connections. Just escape. Anything that would keep her from remembering how unhappy she was with her life right now.
The guy at her left who introduced himself as Keichi seemed interested in more than friendly chatter. He was looking at her up and down with barely concealed lust and kept refilling her cup before she could drink half of it.
Kokoro looked him over, deciding whether or not he might be fun to play with. House parties were great for scoring whatever anyone wanted whether it's alcohol, drugs...or sex.
Sex. The idea sounds great right now, if only she could muster enough interest to fool around with the dude at her side. He actually looked good, athletic type, but the attraction simply wasn't there.
She shook her head to let him know she wasn't interested, then brushed off the hand he had placed on her knee. "I said no." She pushed him away when he persisted and tried to kiss her. Muttering something beneath his breath, Keichi got up and left. Dumbass. Kokoro thought, slightly miffed as she picked up her cup and took another sip. If there's one good thing that came out of this, it was that the alcohol loosened up her inhibitions. She didn't care if she offended Keichi.
Just then, someone crossed her path of vision, heading towards the kitchen to grab a beer. He was quite handsome but not in the typical, conventional way, then again she didn't care for pretty faced boys anymore, especially not after her ex. This one had the aura of danger about him—Get too close and he'd bite. His hair covered part of his eye but did nothing to soften his features, dressed in all black down to his sneakers.
Despite the interested glances of the girls in the room, he ignored them all, but then he looked up and met her gaze, and Kokoro felt all air rush out of her. She didn't know what it was, but something stirred in her innermost core. Recognition? Connection? Surely it's not something cheesy as what others called fate?
Despite all the female attention sent his way, he was only focused on her, at least until he broke off the eye contact and strode back towards the door to what looked like the garage.
Kokoro finished her drink and wiped her lips against the back of her hand. She didn't know where Miku was, and everyone seemed busy or too high with their own thing to notice her. Casually, she stood up and slowly followed his steps.
She didn't know what she was expecting to happen, or what compelled her actions. She only knew that the stranger caught her interest and wanted a closer look.
Quietly she walked into the garage, the shouting and loud music followed her even as she shut the door behind her. The light was dim inside, the place cramped with old furniture and tools. She spied a parked car in the corner, and a shabby looking couch just beside it. The smell of engine grease was quite heavy in the enclosed garage but that didn't deter her from her goal.
The stranger was kneeling before a massive, black Harley. He had taken his shirt off, and his muscles moved with coordinated ease as he worked on the front wheel.
"That's a wicked-looking bike." Kokoro said as she approached closer. "You from around here?"
"No, not really, just passing through." He replied as he wrenched another bolt. "The dude offered me the use of his garage for the night, I'll be gone in the morning."
Empty beer bottles littered beside the front wheel of the Harley, but he didn't appear drunk.
"Are you lost?" He asked without looking up from his task.
"No, I followed you here." Kokoro smiled when his head snapped at her words then arched a brow at her.
"You're drunk."
She giggled at that. "I can still walk straight, thank you. Buzzed maybe, but not stupid drunk."
"Okay, what brought you here?"
Lighten up, dude. She thought fighting back another giggle.
"Thought you could use some company." Kokoro didn't know where the words were coming from, but she went along with it. It felt so good not to be so restrained all the time.
"Company huh? Well depends on what you're offering." He stood up then pulled a blue bandanna from his back pocket to wipe his hands. Lord but was he tall! He gave her a curious look as he lit a cigarette. "What's your name?"
"Is it important?" Kokoro pouted, she had to arch her neck to meet his gaze. "You just said you're only here in town for the night. Tomorrow you'll be gone."
"Run along, beautiful. This is no place for a girl like yourself to be hanging around. Not with someone who had a mind to do more than talking." He muttered before dragging his cigarette again. The warning was clear.
Her breath hitched when he prowled into her personal space. His eyes. They remind her of a predator, making her feel like a prey about to be devoured. Kokoro didn't realize he had backed her into the corner until she felt the coolness of the wall hit her back. He was sweaty, but his scent wasn't unpleasant. A hint of soap, musk. All man. So different from the overwhelming cologne her ex used. Inexplicably exciting.
When she didn't try to escape, his eyes narrowed. He brought his cigarette up to his lips and blew another puff of smoke to the side. "You look like a girl who could use a pounding."
Her heart raced at his words, if he's trying to scare her, it's not working. Any other time she would have bolted for the door. Instead, Kokoro found herself wondering what it would be like to have a man inside her. To feel his cock sliding in and out, pounding her as he put it. Would it hurt? Would she like it? All her life she had been prim and proper, always played it safe. And now she's about to do something so utterly unlike her old self.
Hook up with a complete stranger.
"I could use a lot of things." She bit her lower lip in an attempt to tease, "But most importantly a pounding."
Yes, she'd definitely lost it, but Kokoro didn't care. She wanted this man. And she's so tired of being denied of everything she'd wanted in life.
It's not like she's asking for something permanent like a relationship. She just wanted to be messed up and dissociated with the world because of how unhappy she was. Hitoshi broke up with her and ran off to be with his model girlfriend. Her mother had recently remarried, though it's been years since her father died, Kokoro couldn't help but feel as if her mother had dishonored his memory.
The emotional turmoil was just too much to handle. She felt betrayed by the people she trusted the most. And it fucking hurt. Anything she could do to get rid of that feeling was totally welcome, including screwing a stranger at a party.
Her response made him pause. He stubbed out his cigarette on the wall next to her shoulder as if gauging her reaction. Kokoro didn't even flinch. "Do you like pain?"
The question startled her, but she'd never had regular sex much less experiment with the more hardcore stuff. Still, she didn't want the stranger to know that. "I don't know." She replied honestly, hooking her fingers on the hoops of his jeans. "I just focus on pleasure."
"Those boys out there don't interest you?"
"No. No more boys for me." Kokoro giggled, running a finger down his taut pectorals still damp with sweat. "I want a man. A real man to do me."
He leaned his face closer, so close she could smell the cigarette on him, giving her the chance to turn away. Instead she raised her chin to meet his lips.
The first contact was electrifying. Never, not even once in the months she'd dated Hitoshi had she ever felt this way. This kiss was very much like the man himself. Rough, demanding...possessive. And it excited her.
He pulled back and for a fleeting instant, she saw confusion in his eyes, as if he too was caught by surprise by...this, whatever this was that was making every inch of her tingle.
Funny to think that she'd always hated the smell of smoke, but now as he devoured her lips, sliding between her teeth to explore her mouth, giving her that acrid, bitter taste of cigarette, Kokoro didn't mind at all. The stroke of his tongue was too delicious, hot and sensual.
"Are you sure? I'm not going to ask again." He whispered between kisses.
This was her last chance to walk away. Was she really going to do this? The face of her ex rose in her mind and Kokoro felt anger rise. Frigid. Boring. Goody Two-Shoes. His words taunted her.
"Yes." Fuck you, Hitoshi.
Pure, carnal lust dictated her actions now. Years of repression, of being a good, obedient daughter, completely discarded in this moment.
His tongue licked at the corners of her mouth, coaxing her to open to him. She eagerly gave in, parting her lips to allow him entry. He tasted of beer, of cigarette, and a unique male flavor that inflamed her senses.
His kiss brought her comfort, a sense of belonging. Security. Strange as it was to feel such things for someone she'd only met. But those were the things he made her feel as she surrendered to the delicious pleasure his lips plied her with.
They both gasped for breath, but neither pulled away, unwilling to let go. Her arms reached around his neck as his hands framed her face to pull her closer still. Vaguely, she was aware of the sounds that echoed in the garage walls, the soft wet clicks of lips on lips, the strokes of tongue against tongue.
There was a tangible connection being formed in this moment, as inexplicable and as strange as it was, Kokoro didn't want to fight it.
The soft thud of his buckle hitting the floor made her pause for the briefest instant, and then she felt his fingers seeking the buttons of her skirt. Cold air greeted her thighs as the pleated fabric fell to her ankles.
Starved for air, Kokoro pulled back, long enough to gulp in a breath, to see that his jeans lay on a pool around their feet before he reclaimed her mouth. She felt the taut muscles of his thighs brush against hers—hard, warm and oh god, so strong.
Damn but this man could kiss. If Hitoshi had kissed half as good as this, she wouldn't have waited. He peppered a line of kisses down her jaw, and to the tender skin below her ear, lower still until his mouth was pressed at the crook of her neck.
Kokoro closed her eyes and arched her head to give him better access as he kissed his way to the front of her throat. Slowly, he slid his tongue against her skin, licking her upward until he reached her chin. He nibbled the fleshy tip before moving upwards to kiss her, this time with more savagery.
"Take that top off, I want to suck your tits."
His mouth latched on her nipple as soon as she'd lifted the halter top, couldn't even wait for her to take it off completely. Her whole body jerked in surprised pleasure as he began to suck, completely taken aback at how strong, how much sensation he made her feel. Her knees parted wider, giving him more room to stand between them. She longed to feel him pressed up against her body.
His hand moved lower, his fingers grazing the taut mound of her pussy through her panties before sliding the tiny scrap of fabric down her legs.
"Tell me this pussy is legal." He said in a hoarse voice as he cupped her soft flesh.
"Will it stop you if I weren't?" She asked, tipping her head as he began to nibble his way back up her throat.
He pulled away to look at her for a moment, his eyes dark and hungry, studying her face. "Probably not."
Oh, his words made her insides clench. Such a bad boy. "I'm 18." She whispered before their mouths collided in one explosive exchange, tongues tangling, stroking, sucking.
He bit her lower lip, and wrapped one of her legs around his hips, his cock sliding between her folds, hard and thick, teasing her with its size.
Kissing him back, she moved against him, grinding against his dick to find some relief. He kept her pinned against the wall with his hips, pumping against her as if they were already fucking.
Kokoro made a small sound of protest when he pulled away, then gasped as he knelt before her and pulled one of her thighs over his shoulder.
"Such a pretty little pussy." His hot breath hit her sensitive flesh like a caress and Kokoro whimpered. She had touched herself in the dark, in secret, but it had never been like this. Perhaps because she hadn't really met a man who turned her on before.
His first lick made her hips buck, unable to control the violence of her response to him with each stroke of his tongue. He gripped her hips to keep her in place, then feasted on her like he couldn't get enough.
Oh god. Her mind splintered as she felt his tongue seesaw between her folds to part them open, felt the low vibration of his groan as he found her clit.
She muffled a scream behind a fist as his tongue curled around the pink bud, sending her hips bucking when he sucked the delicate nub of flesh into his mouth before his tongue attacked it with side-to-side jiggles.
"God, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen." He could see her pussy clenching as she came, could feel her pleasure course through her body, her soft flesh pulsing against his lips.
"That feels so good." Kokoro said in a breathless whisper, unable to believe the force of her orgasm. It had never felt this good when she touched herself.
"Does this?" He pushed a finger inside her and groaned as he felt her clamp impossibly tight. "How are you so small down here, Blondie. You never been broken in?"
His question made her panic a little. She didn't want him to find out and start asking questions.
"Been too long..." She gasped as he found a sweet spot and started rubbing it. Oh god, what was he doing to her? This was even more intense than before. Kokoro was barely aware of her hands digging into his hair, crying out as his fingers continued working that wicked magic and then he licked her clit, the textures of his tongue rasping ever so lightly over the sensitive nub detonated another orgasm. If she thought the first one was earth-shattering, this one splintered her into a thousand pieces.
He gave her clit one last kiss then straightened up. Kokoro could only slump against the wall, hazy eyes on him.
"You're looking at me as if that was your first climax." He said as he kissed her lightly, sharing that intimate taste of herself.
"Never came that hard before." She admitted, she'd never thought it was even possible. No wonder people get addicted to sex.
There was a startled pause from him as he considered her words. Kokoro tensed, wondering if she'd said the wrong thing.
But then he grinned. "Well you're in luck, baby. I'll be giving you more."
He bent his head to brush his lips against the side of her neck, breath hot and heavy against her skin, making her squirm. His knees parted her thighs apart, then pressed his crotch against her pelvis.
With a gasp Kokoro glanced back at him, he felt huge against her, hard and ready to plow between silky lips aching to be parted. A smile crept across his face as he began to rock his hips back and forth, making her moan as he stoked her lust higher and higher.
"Got something you like?" He asked in that low, husky voice that melted her bones. Then she followed his gaze down to where his cock was rubbing, teasing the sleek, soft folds of her pussy. He looked intimidating against her delicate flesh, crisscrossed with mean-looking veins, the head a purple red color. Are cocks really supposed to be this big? Then again she had no one to compare him with.
"Are you going to give it to me?" Kokoro said, giving him a teasing glance before looking away, a part of her wanted to run away, the other wanted to stay. This is what she wanted right? Oblivion.
There were oil stains on the floor, scattered tools all over the place, and an old abandoned car sat in the middle of the mess. She looked back at the stranger with a darker gleam in her eyes.
"Fuck me on the hood." She whispered, then bit his lower lip invitingly. "Make me dirty."
He didn't hesitate, simply grabbed her thighs and lifted her to him, then took the short few steps to deposit her on the hood of the filthy old car. It was covered in dust and dirt from sitting unused and unloved for so many years.
Kokoro didn't care, she laid out on the metal, then scooted down towards his cock and arched her hips to better accommodate his entry.
His dick pulsed with excitement, and he licked his lips. "Don't think I'd go easy on you...because I won't." He said in that deep voice full of promise as he fisted his cock and guided himself to her entrance, making her shiver and squirm beneath him.
"Don't need you to be so gentle." Kokoro gasped, her hands clenching into fists as he continued to tease her little slit with the head of his cock. He rubbed against her clit, then back to the opening at her center, as if to demonstrate just how obscenely large he was compared to her tight little hole, letting it sink just that tiny little bit, just enough to tease, to titillate her, show her just how helplessly small she was, and how much she'll have to stretch to let him in.
"No rubber as nature intended, huh?"
Perhaps if Kokoro knew more about the ways of the world, or the ways of men, his words would have sent her running, but with alcohol swimming in her blood, she didn't care or think about the consequences. She braced herself on the hood of the car, her legs parting ever wider as she looked up at him with lust and adoration.
"I want it all."
He dropped a kiss on her knee as he began to spear her sweet little cunt open with his cock. He held her legs securely in his arms, his eyes fixed on her face as he slides into her. The two of them groaning as her body resisted him. No, it doesn't quite slide in. He was too big, she too tight. He had to force his way in.
"Like that, huh? You want to make my cock fight its way into your sweet pussy..."
Kokoro wasn't sure that he'll fit, and this seemed to confirm her doubts, but as he began to press down, she gazed between their bodies, watched as the soft folds parted beneath the pressure of his cock.
If there was any pain, she didn't feel it. Or perhaps it was the alcohol that numbed the pain like everything else. But dear god, the fullness...he's so fucking huge!
"Baby...you're so tight." He groaned as he penetrated her pink, slick pussy.
The sight of utter delight on his face made Kokoro smile despite her discomfort, then watched the smug possessiveness twist his face as he stretched her narrow pussy walls, destroying their untouched tightness. The guy was enjoying her cunt too much to realize he had just punched her V card. But that's the point, wasn't it? She didn't want any complications or clumsy apologies.
She didn't want him to ever find out. Kokoro reached for her breasts, playing with her nipples as she pinched and pulled to distract him. He grunted in approval and immediately groped her, his hips not missing a beat.
He didn't give her much time to adjust to his size, but instead started pounding as soon as he was lubricated by her pussy, his hips slapping against her thighs and rocking the car with their motion. He massaged her breasts, toyed with her nipples as he slammed into her, scraping the inner, secret folds of her pussy with every slide of his swollen cock, outward, inward, again and again, causing her entire body to tremble beneath that maddening pressure, that impossible girth.
She felt so stretched beyond capacity, an uncomfortable sensation of fullness making all of her nerves scream. Her hips shifted, trying to find a more comfortable way to endure the giant shaft of throbbing flesh pinning her down. But there's no escape. She couldn't even breathe without feeling him rubbing a mysterious spot deep, deep inside her. A touch of pain lingered as her flesh stretched to accept him, but his expression was one of such intense pleasure as his cock explored every bit of texture within her delectable hole, it eclipsed the discomfort.
"This teasing little pussy has driven me out of my mind. Goddamn but you feel so good!" Reaching down he held her hips with both hands, tilting them up so he could get a deeper angle.
By the time the stranger started to speed up, his hips had established a rhythm that the pressure inside of her started to feel good. With each thrust deeper than the last, Kokoro started to crave the way he battered against her inner walls, the way his sheer size churned her soft flesh, turning her inside out.
She cried out when he hit her sweet spot once more, clenching around his dick with every thrust. Kokoro followed his gaze to where he was penetrating her, the two of them watching his cock pump into her little cunt, their combined cream spreading up and down his shaft as he fucked her.
"Look at that." He breathed, "Holy shit, your little cunt looks so perfect stretched around my cock, baby."
Her fingers slowly made their way to where they were joined, touching his cock as it slides in and out of her, rubbing the base of his dick, scooping their mingled spunk. She rubbed it around his girth, stroking the mess they made on her crotch.
"Play with your clit, Blondie. I want to watch you get off."
His words made her clench tighter as she obeyed, fingers circling her clit. Kokoro felt a tingle in her gut as he began to pound her harder, groaning louder, not caring if anyone heard them fucking. Her soft moans caused his face to twist, almost made him look cruel, his cock ruthlessly plowing her cunt making her buck and cry out as she arched her back. The head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her again and again and again until pleasure rolled over her in euphoric waves.
The explosion of her orgasm stole her breath as her whole body seized, sweet and painful shocks of endless pleasure spreading from the pit of her stomach through every limb. She felt weightless, floating in a bright haze of pure ecstasy.
When she finally came to, Kokoro realized he had carried her off the old car and perched her on the armrest of the couch.
"Had fun?" He asked with that arrogant grin of his.
She looked down between their bodies, down to where they were still connected, and realized he hasn't come yet. "The best." She whispered as she reached down to cup his balls. He was wet, sticky from her dripping pussy, her soft touch making him groan.
She was soaking wet as he pumped in and out of her. Her ass perched on the edge of the armrest, a perfect height for him as he knelt in front of her. She gasped when he leaned back, changing the angle of his penetration, the head of his cock grazing the front wall of her pussy with every thrust, his lustful eyes fixed on her bouncing tits as he fucked her, his pubic hair tickling her clit.
"How are you still this tight?" He groaned. There wasn't any bit of her inside he hasn't touched and now belonged to him. "Or you're just really small? Your little pussy is so tight around my cock, it's nearly choking me."
"You don't like me tight?" Kokoro asked, every time he pulled out, her hand glided down to cup his balls, gently rubbing him, they tightened at her contact, so ready for release.
"Fuck no, baby. You're perfect." As he spoke, he gently guided her to lie back on the couch, her hips still perched on the arm of the couch, angling her body in such a position that her pelvis was lifted high.
"Wh-what...?" She gasped in confusion, even as the stranger threw her ankles over his shoulders then joined her on the armrest, his knees caging her hips in between.
Positioned like this, she could see his cock pistoning into her cunt like a jackhammer. The sight was so obscene, so carnal Kokoro quickly looked away, back to his face.
"This should loosen you up a little." He said, breathing heavily as he lowered his head to suck one of her tits. "They call this the mating press. Do you know why?"
Does she really want to know?
"It's the perfect position to be bred."
She didn't understand what he meant by that, couldn't think straight as his rhythm became frantic, irregular, the fucking escalating into a furious pace, the fleshy smacks of their bodies grinding together echoed louder in the garage.
He kept fucking her, his thrusts turning into desperate heaves as sweat trickled between them, their voices loud and uncaring if the others could hear them.
Before she could scream under the weight of another orgasm, his mouth closed over hers, their combined groans and grunts vibrating in each other's throats as she felt him shove himself to the hilt one last time, her eyes flying wide open as something hot and thick start bursting into the depths of her womb.
The stranger released her mouth, groaning loudly, his face expressing a fleeting vulnerability as he spurted again and again into her cunt, plastering her inner walls with thick, pearly white cum.
Shit. Kokoro tried to claw out of the haze of euphoria that held her enthralled. A tiny, tiny voice tried to scream that she did something really wrong, something irrevocable and this was the ultimate sin—letting a stranger cum in her.
But the small voice was easily lost, easily drowned beneath the afterglow of sexual gratification that stole every coherent thought.
Kokoro could feel his load swirl deliciously inside her. Without conscious thought, her hand crept lower, stroking her belly as if she could feel his spunk pooling in her womb.
She loved the way the stranger fell apart when he climaxed, how his smug, almost arrogant face crumbled from his overwhelming orgasm. She loved feeling his cum inside her, his heat filling her, permeating every secret fiber of her being that made her come harder than all of her previous orgasms combined.
He was panting now as he slowly recovered from his climax, making her gasp as he pulled back, giving her a hungry look that told her he wasn't done yet.
She expected to feel his cum spill as he slipped out of her, but the position of her elevated hips on the armrest kept it all inside except for what his cockhead scraped out of her.
He was still hard. And one look at Kokoro's blue, needy eyes was enough sign for him to know that she still wanted more of him. So much more of him.
"Never had pussy this sweet." He growled as he positioned the tip of his cock against her entrance, caging her small body underneath him once more, her raised hips perfectly angled for breeding. His eyes almost looked feral as he thrust back into her tight cunt, the inner folds squeezing him in welcome. The low, rumbling groan that escaped his throat made her shiver.
Even wet and slippery from his cum, his cock was longer and thicker than her body was made to take, it took a few seconds for her to adjust. As if sensing this, he paused long enough for her to catch her breath before he began to move.
His strokes seem to go on forever as the length of his dick pulled out and then possessively thrust back in, making her feel every ridge, every vein even as their flesh smacked together with rude, squelching noises. She was dizzy with lust as she watched him fuck her. His face looked savage, his grip on her hips balancing between pleasure and pain. For long moments, there's nothing but a blur of his body grinding and pumping above hers, the slap of his balls against her ass echoing loudly in the garage.
"Not enough." He groaned, grinding his pubic bone against her clit, making her gasp. "I need to go deeper."
She didn't know what he meant, could only protest when he pulled out of her, grabbed her by the hand to make her stand.
"What...what are you—?" Her words abruptly died when his hands at her hips wrenched her around to face the hood of the car once more. Kokoro gasped at the unexpected repositioning, her hands and forearms forced to splay themselves flush against the metallic surface.
There was an added element of danger to this position, despite her little experience, Kokoro sensed it. Like this, unable to see him, what he's going to do, forced to trust him when she's completely open, vulnerable to him. She will take what he would give, whether she wanted it or not, how deep he would go or even which hole he'd fuck. But instead of being cautious, the new position excited her as she pressed her cheek against the hood, and waited for his next move.
She felt the stranger's fat cock slap down against the small of her back with a fleshy smack and she whimpered in anticipation. Then felt him position the tip at her entrance, heard the excitement in his staggering breaths when the door behind them suddenly burst open, freezing them on the spot.
"Oh shit!" The intruder squeaked. "I didn't see nothing!" He was gone before either of them could respond.
She knew that his body had hidden her from view so her identity was safe, but the unexpected intrusion has knocked some sense back to her and Kokoro stiffened. Her breath hitched and suddenly the reality of what was happening nibbled at the edge of her consciousness. She had just lost her virginity to a stranger, and yet here she was, panting with eagerness for his entry, her pussy dripping shamelessly with his semen. What the hell was wrong with her? How did she end up like this?
Kokoro was trying to clear her head when she felt him reposition himself, sliding his heavy cock up and down the crevice of her asscheeks. Her orgasm coated his cock like a badge of honor, slick from her own pussy and his own cum.
She was vaguely aware that she should stop this, but Kokoro found herself helpless against the onslaught of her own carnal needs.
She wanted him back inside her.
"Please...I need you inside me." She whispered, the sound loud in the garage. "No more teasing."
Kokoro heard the hitch in his breath at the impact of her words. He gripped her hip with one hand and bent his knees to position himself at the right level of height to penetrate her. The next moment, Kokoro felt the head of his cock kiss her eager, slick folds and in the next breath felt him stretch her open.
"Oh god." She gasped as he slammed deep into her, gritting her teeth as the immense pressure in her cunt made her knees buckle. Before she could adjust to his presence, before she could take another breath, she felt the stranger stand up completely straight, forcing her to stand on tip toes while the pressure in her pussy increased tenfold.
Even after enjoying sex just minutes earlier, his sheer size, seated deep inside her was still uncomfortable. Especially in this position, where it felt as if he's reached the bottom of her throat.
"Fuck. Still so fucking tight."
She heard him grunt in pleasure, ripping the air out of her lungs as he sank impossibly deeper, until his balls rested against the tight seal of her pussy.
As if sensing her discomfort, he hovered above her, the hard muscles of his abdomen grazing the small of her back as he bent his head to kiss her shoulder, keeping his cock firmly lodged, unmoving in her sweet cunt.
Another breathless intake of air, another soft moan and he began to move, slow at first, making them both hiss at the sensation of the hot, gripping friction of inner flesh scraping against the length of his cock.
Kokoro bit her lip and closed her eyes tight as pleasure coursed through her, locked into place by his hands cinched on her waist, she could do nothing but feel his cock spearing into her cunt in just that perfect angle to make her toes dig into the garage floor. She tried to find purchase on the metallic surface, but her hands kept slipping from his onslaught.
"You little tease." Her partner growled against her ear, nipping the side of her neck, "barging in here like you own the place, teasing me with those titties and cute ass. I tried to stay away, really did...but you just had to come and find me, didn't you?"
She was too drunk on lust to respond, could only mutter incoherent moans.
"That's it. Give me more. It's so sweet when you cum."
Slightly startled, Kokoro realized she was thrusting her hips back, grinding against his crotch in an effort to match his pace, his pounding.
Her moans joined his grunts as her actions provoked the stranger to fuck her faster, harder, the curves of her butt shaking from the impact of his pelvis slamming against her.
Now she knew how much he had been keeping himself in check before, now when he was no longer holding back. No more teasing, no more restraint. As his thick cock battered into her tight pussy, driving her body higher and higher on the hood of the car if not for his hands keeping her in place, Kokoro realized this was fucking in its most primal, most carnal form.
And she couldn't get enough of it.
She choked out a gasp as the cock pistoning into her struck the spot that made her vision blur. He began splitting her open without warning, his pace hard, relentless, brutal. His knees spread her thighs wider apart, keeping her nice and open for his cock to pump into. He captured her swaying boobs with both hands, mauling her, pinching and tugging her nipples, sending jolts of electricity directly to her pussy.
"Goddamn, the feel of you..." He said in a choked voice, she could feel his eyes at her bare backside, her cunt in full display, sucking his swollen girth, scraping her insides out, their combined pleasure frothing at the seams.
With every hard slap of the stranger's hips into her ass, Kokoro grew even more addicted. She never thought that sex would feel this good, this amazing, her innermost core desperately gripping around him, unwilling to let him go, she never wanted to feel empty inside ever again. She wanted to stay like this forever.
She came without warning, her orgasm spiked in a sudden rush of wet heat, turning her knees weak. The force of her release made him groan, his hips faltering for a split second as her pussy squeezed him in a carnal rhythm.
Kokoro lost track of time, could only surrender to the barrage of mindless orgasms. She was losing herself. Losing herself to the stranger who dominated her, to the way he claimed every inch of her, to the sweet, intoxicating pleasure he gave her. His hands possessive, greedy as they frisked over her smooth skin, kneaded her tits before running down her taut stomach to cup her pussy.
She bucked against his hand as he began to finger her clit, rubbing circles, brushing the nub side to side until her legs gave way and only the hood supported her as she surrendered to the ecstasy.
Dazed with pleasure she could only lie there for several moments, could only listen to the fleshy slaps of their bodies as he continued to saw in and out of her, his balls smacking against her clit. The smell of mingled sweat and musk and sex was heavy in the garage air.
Her pussy, tender and hypersensitive as she came down from her sexual high, protested as his cock continued to scrape back and forth over the swollen tissues.
"Please...wait." Kokoro whispered hoarsely, unsure whether it was pain or pleasure that stabbed at her.
Her vision blurred as he ignored her plea, continued humping over her body, his hips slapping against her ass with speed and strength. Her body was no longer her own. He held complete control over her now. Pleasure coiled deep in the pit of her stomach, swelling and splitting outward.
As if from a distance she heard him curse again, his sweat pelting the small of her back, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her over and over again to meet the thrusting spear of his cock; Kokoro's body began to shudder under the weight of another climax.
With small breathless cries, she arched her back as pleasure racked her entire frame once more, if she wasn't so exhausted she would have trashed and flailed on top of the hood, but with her muscles too fatigued, Kokoro could only lie there and take it.
She was too dazed, drunk on sex, drunk on pleasure to feel anything else, even the punishing grip of the stranger's hands around her waist as his hips jerked roughly against her, then finally shoving himself in her deepest core, groaning and shuddering with his release. Liquid heat imploded in her womb, replenishing his previous load, filling her to the brim until it seeped between their joined flesh.
For the longest time he remained locked within her as her womb drew in his cum. He was still hard within her, and made no move to withdraw from her pussy. Seemingly content just to lie like a blanket over her body, his face buried against the back of her neck as they both panted for breath.
She didn't know how long she'd sprawled there on the top of the hood, as if content to just lie there and sleep the night away when the stranger's voice roused her.
"Wait here, I'll get us something to drink."
Kokoro felt something land softly on her back and realized he had covered her with his shirt. She heard the rustling sound as he pulled on his jeans, his footsteps clicking on the floor then the sound of the garage door opening and closing.
She winced, now that the sexual high was gradually dissipating along with it her drunken buzz, the enormity of her actions came crashing down. What have I done? Nausea accompanied the panic that now assailed her. She wasn't on the pill, and he didn't use a condom. Even now she could feel the sticky warmth of his cum seeping out of her. How could she have just given in to every wild instinct in her body and let him ravage her in a dirty garage?
She has no answers. Only the need to escape, get away from here. Now, before he gets back, before they go for another round. Or bring his friends.
The last thought galvanized her into action. Hastily she gathered her clothes, located her bra a short distance from the wheel of the car, couldn't find her panties so she pulled on her skirt without it, then hastily finger-combed her hair. She didn't want to go back inside the house and bump into the stranger. No more. She'd done enough damage as it is.
Luck was on her side and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the side door that would probably lead out of the garage into the front yard.
Her limbs were still trembling, shaky, both from the activity and the alcohol, but Kokoro ignored the soreness and pushed herself to stumble out.
The sticky wetness that dripped between her legs brought all the accusing voices crashing down but she quickly silenced them. She can't run away forever from what she'd done, she'll have to face the consequences sooner or later, but first, she had to get away from here.
-o-
Several days later...
"So...you're telling me that you're having these guilty feelings because he made you feel good?" Miku asked, chewing her lip as if attempting to control another outburst. "And here I thought you felt bad because you acted out in rebellion!"
"I jumped a stranger who was fixing his bike in a dirty garage, I don't even know his name." Kokoro slumped lower on the bed. "That's messed up as it is."
"Nothing wrong with enjoying sex." Miku reasoned. "At least the dude was considerate enough to make you come."
Kokoro squeezed her fists against her ears, like a small child trying to block out the voices of the adults. "I can't believe I threw myself at him! If I'd been a man, I probably would have raped him!"
"Clearly he got something out of it too. Don't be too hard on yourself...except the protection part. That one is a really dumb move, Koko. Good thing he's clean."
Miku had insisted that she get herself tested, and her period came two days later after that night, so Kokoro didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. But still..."I feel like I have made a terrible mistake. And...and...no way to fix this."
"Hey." Miku abandoned her nail polish and climbed up the bed to sit beside her. "We all make mistakes, call it the foolishness of youth, or something."
Kokoro looked so miserable that even Miku couldn't help but feel bad. "What was I thinking? How could I possibly believe I was punishing Hitoshi...my mom, by sleeping with a stranger?"
Miku was silent for a moment, a rarity as her friend often speak her mind freely.
"You remember that friend I talked about before? The one I met at work?" Miku finally spoke after some hesitation.
Kokoro nodded her head.
"She was abused as a child. Messed her up real bad. When she grew older, she took lots of partners to her bed. And I mean multiple partners, sometimes all at the same time."
Kokoro often heard that victims of abuse either abstain from sex or become promiscuous as adults, but she didn't understand why Miku was telling her this now.
"See, she didn't take multiple partners because she was nympho or something. She told me that because control was taken from her, control over her own body during the abuse, that she tried to get it back...tried to recreate those um, 'circumstances' but this time she runs the show, kinda like getting control back. Does that make sense?"
"A little I guess." She can only imagine the anguish of such abuse and its lasting impact.
"People have different ways of dealing with their trauma and emotions. And sometimes not in the best way. You lashed out against your mom, your ex and ended up having sex with a stranger. My friend acted out as well. But you see, this only shows that we're all humans. We make mistakes."
"What happened to your friend?"
"She found a nice young man who loved her, supported her. Happily married now. But it was a long journey to healing."
Kokoro was beginning to understand why Miku shared the other girl's story. She regretted her recklessness, but at least, her first time was her by own foolish choice. Miku's friend didn't even have that, her choice was taken from her.
"So take all the time you need to process this. Just want you to know that even if you feel nothing but self-condemnation right now, you've got to forgive yourself...and hopefully next time, no more regrets or guilt when you have sex."
"No." Kokoro shook her head. "No more sex. I'm going to live the rest of my days like a nun."
"Get out of here!" Miku laughed. "You don't have to go that far! Just give yourself time, and learn from this."
"Thanks, Miku. I don't know what I would do without you." Kokoro leaned against her best friend and sighed.
"Only wish I could do more." Her friend muttered. "You sure you don't want me to ask Zorome about that guy? All I know is that Zorome brought him home after he helped fix Zorome's rickety old truck when it broke down at the side of the road."
"Is that why Zorome offered him a place to stay for the night?"
"Yeah. The guy was just passing through town, heading out west I think." Miku nibbled her lower lip. "Maybe if I pose choice questions I could get more from Zorome. I'll be discreet. I promise! He will never know what happened."
"No, no more." Kokoro shook her head. "I'd rather forget the whole thing. It's better that the...the man remains a stranger."
Miku clearly wasn't convinced but didn't push. Kokoro knew it's better this way, what will she do if she met him again? Demand marriage? No, it's best that she just forget that night ever happened. Easier said than done.
-o-
It's been almost two years since that night. A lot has happened. She'd moved out of her mother's house shortly after the night of the party and lived with her grandmother. Kokoro didn't know what to do after high school, so she opted to take a break first until she figured things out.
Her grandmother's farm had been sitting idly since her grandpa passed, when Kokoro had the idea to grow flowers in the greenhouse and open a small flower shop.
At first, it started more like a hobby, but as demand for her homegrown flowers grew, Kokoro slowly expanded her shop. To supplement her income, she'd also grown organic vegetables and fruits to sell alongside the flowers. The city folks were keen on those healthier stuff and she never lacked for customers.
She kept in touch with her mom, though she still couldn't help resent her stepfather for taking her father's place, Kokoro now found herself mature enough to at least remain civil. Perhaps in time, she would warm up to him, but it doesn't have to be today.
"Here you go, ma'am. Hope you enjoy those blueberries!" She had just sold her last bucket of berries for the day and Kokoro couldn't help but grin. Maybe she could buy a larger farm and take out a loan for various machinery. A couple of gourmet restaurants has been asking if she could supply them. It's going to be a lot of hard work, but she's fairly confident she could pull it off. She could—the rumbling sound of a bike made her pause. It brought back memories, memories she fought to forget but never could. Of dark hair and green eyes. Of warm lips and hungry, passionate kisses. The heat of his hard, muscled body as he brought her over and over the brink of unearthly pleasure.
No. She has to stop this. She must move on!
The wheels of a large bike came to a stop in front of her shop. The rider appeared to be a tall man, in full black from his leather boots to his helmet. Kokoro stood still, clutching a bundle of tulips she was going to put on display when the man took off his sunglasses and pinned her on the spot with nothing more than the intensity of his eyes.
The bundle of flowers fell to the ground with a soft thud, completely forgotten and the only thing that muffled her tiny screams were her hands she'd cupped over her face.
Her lips trembled, but no words could form. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes but they didn't fall.
Those eyes, fiery green, sharp and intense...she'd seen them a million times in her dreams at night. He appeared to have lost some weight, his cheekbones more pronounced, and there were lines of strain that marked the corners of his lips. But she'll recognize his face anywhere.
He pulled off his helmet, the breeze ruffling his dark olive hair as he hopped off the black bike and began to stride toward her with purpose.
"I finally found you."
-Epilogue-
In the few minutes after sundown, Kokoro always loved the quiet tranquility of the golden sky as she admired the view from her kitchen window.
"I'm hungry, Mama." A soft tug at her skirt ended her brief interlude, but her joy only increased.
"The roast chicken is done, sweetie. Want to help me set up the table?" She brushed the blonde curls back from the little girl's forehead. Eyes as green as her father's stared back at Kokoro and briskly nodded.
As they laid spoons and forks on the table, Kokoro called out to her eldest child who was sitting on the carpet of the living room, assembling a model airplane from a kit.
"Honey, could you fetch your Papa? Tell him to clean up, supper's almost ready."
The boy, a small miniature of his father down to his hobby of fixing stuff, secured the last screw on the wing of his plane before rising to do what his mother requested.
He ran to the door that opened to a flight of stairs leading to the auto repair and supply shop on the first floor and called for his father. "Pa! Mama said to come on up, supper's ready!"
Kokoro smiled as she heard the muffled reply of her husband as she pulled the oven door to take out the chicken. Their second son walked in, carrying a book. "Something smells great, Mama." He said with a smile as he sat down.
"It's your favorite." Kokoro placed the chicken on the table and kissed the top of his head. As the eldest helped his little sister wash hands, the door beside the stairwell swung open and her husband walked in.
Shirtless, sweaty, yet so handsome he took her breath away.
"How're my beautiful girls?" He murmured as he leaned down to kiss her.
Kokoro felt the baby kick and smiled. "We're going to get our hands full with this one. Looks like I'll take your offer of hiring a nanny."
He grinned and kissed her again, stroking the taut mound of her stomach that cradled their youngest.
"Mushy stuff." Their eldest sighed at the table, making his parents smile.
He ruffled his boys' hair in affection and dropped a kiss on the little girl's head. "I'll just go get cleaned up."
"Hurry up Pa! I'm starving!" His sons complained.
"Me too!" The little girl chimed in.
Sometimes, when all their children were in bed, they'll sneak below to the first floor, there in the auto repair shop, where the floor was stained with engine oil and grease, and an old car that still needed to be fixed was parked. It was easier when they still had only their eldest, now with their growing brood of three—soon four, they have to be more discreet, more creative to recreate the night 12 years ago, the night the two of them first met.
A/N: I was going to use a raunchy scene to end this, but decided to go with the wholesome ending instead. The scene will show up in one of the future chapters instead lol
Valaista - Thank you for reading! Glad you enjoyed it. :)