That party at my buddy’s place. Fresh into college. Fred spots me first. Tall, jacked gym rat. Bleached blue eyes, blond hair. Girls swarm him. But he picks me. Short, chubby brunette. Normal as fuck. Except my twisted head.
‘Amalie? Weird name.’
The Awakening: Forbidden Heat Builds
‘Fred’s so fucking magical?’
He backs off. My snark kills it. But damn, he’s hot. I sit aside. Legs clenched. My blue sundress rides up. Backless, short. Nipples hard already. No bra. Round ass peeking.
Summer starved me. Parents’ house. No dick. Virginity lost ugly in high school. Jerk bragged. Scarred me. Then sweet guy fixed it. But solo play? Hand and vibe. Lame. Fantasies turned dark. Psycho studies fed it. Submission. Gangbangs. Leashed bitch in alleys. Basement slut for pervs. I cum hard, ashamed. Swear off. Repeat.
Fred hits different. Before words, I see it. Him grabbing my neck. Dragging to bathroom. Bends me over sink. Slams in raw. No foreplay. I’m soaked.
Skirt stains. Pussy juice drips. Hide it. Drink alone. He returns.
‘Open wide?’
Mouth parts. Saliva pools. Cock out, face-fuck fantasy.
‘Window. You’re red.’
‘Alcohol.’
Sits close. Chats. Apologizes. Says my name’s pretty.
Brain floods: Him pounding my ass. Twisting nipples. Doggy, hair pull, spanks.
‘What do you do?’
‘College.’ Hands under thighs. Hide wet spot.
‘Security. Nights. Boring but paid.’
His smile. Cumshot on face, tits. Lick it up.
Breathing heavy. Too buzzed to stand, I lie.
He fetches couch okay. Leaves.
Fantasies rage. Fucks every hole. Whips tits. Gagged moans. Bus blowjob, swallow all.
Fingers creep. Barely touch clit through panties. Shock waves.
The Peak: Raw, Hidden Explosions
He returns. Sits.
‘Okay to crash.’
‘Thanks. Not used to booze.’ Shift thighs. Fingers graze pussy.
Nipples poke dress. Obscene. Leg spreads. Fingertip hits clit.
Boom. Contract. Bite lip. Gush sprays. Soaks couch, thighs. Tremble. Waves crash. Endless.
Eyes lock. His wide. Cheeks flush. He knows? Dumbass maybe not.
Tears. Shame. Hand on shoulder. Sparks fly. Cock hunger.
‘Nauseous?’
Nod. Idiot thinks puke. Fetches bucket.
‘Beg for it, Fred!’
Spot huge now. Pussy reeks. Fingers slick.
Bucket between legs. Head down. ‘Hold stomach.’ Digs in. Fabric soaked. Images filthy: Ass-fingered, degraded.
Gush again. Moans muffled. Finger-fuck frenzy. Two minutes bliss. Drool chin. Fingers pop out, suck ’em. Taste pussy.
‘Blanket?’
Fetches. Covers crime scene. Lake under me.
‘Talk tomorrow?’
‘Sure.’ Smiles.
‘Can’t wait…’
Heart pounds. Secret safe. Multiple squirting orgasms. Pretend sick. His gaze fueled it. Forbidden rush. No one suspects. My dirty core thrives. Tomorrow? Maybe real.