Motherfucker's Revenge - Chapter One
"Ohhhh…You just wait until we're married!" my girlfriend fumed from the passenger seat. "I'll make her eat my ass until her dentures fall out!"
"My mom doesn't wear dentures," I reminded Wendy, unwisely as she turned on me with an icy frown.
"That's the whole point…Ouch!" She winced and squirmed in her skinny jeans and cashmere sweater.
"Sorry," I said, offering her my best apologetic smile. "Stupid potholes."
"You did it on purpose!" Wendy tried to hold her perfectly gorgeous butt off the seat. "I can't believe you fucked me in the ass!"
"Me neither!" I grinned and then dipped my head sheepishly. It was one of those sorts of mornings, you know? I should have just stayed quiet probably.
"I told you no, remember?" She sat down gingerly, letting her body relax just as we hit another pothole. "Ow! Motherfucker! Stop it!"
"It's not my fault," I protested. "Blame the mayor."
"What? The mayor didn't shove his dick up my ass!"
"I meant because the road's bad."
"And I'm talking about no means no, Motherfucker!"
"I wish you wouldn't call me that," I sighed, aiming for another hole in the crumbling asphalt. We really were driving along the worst street in the city and I wish I could say I'd planned it, but I hadn't.
"Too bad," Wendy sneered. "You're stuck with it no…Ow!"
"And you're the one who wanted me to fuck you, remember?" I said conversationally, smiling on the inside as Wendy lifted her butt again.
"I did, but not back there though!"
"Next time it'll feel better," I promised, not really knowing if it would or wouldn't.
"Next time?" Wendy almost laughed. "You're crazy if you think I'm ever gonna let you near my ass again!"
"We'll see." I shrugged.
"You're as sick as your mother," she sighed, sitting back down as I had to turn onto a much smoother road, unfortunately.
"Leave her out of it," I warned her, giving the girl a dirty look. "You started it anyway."
"Me?" Wendy rolled her eyes. "She's fucking my boyfriend! What do you expect me to do, be all happy about it?"
"It's her house, that's all I'm saying. You can't talk to her like that."
"Did you hear how she talks to me? God! I can't believe she made me lick her asshole!"
"How did that happen anyway?" I wondered, being genuinely curious in addition to stupid.
"Shut-up!"
"I'm just asking," I said innocently.
"You're being a jerk!" Wendy crossed her arms and squirmed a little more, wriggling her hips as if she couldn't get comfortable.
"If I was gonna be a jerk, I'd tell all my friends how much you like butt fucking."
"What?" she gasped. "You'd better not!"
"Right!" I laughed. "It might ruin your reputation, huh?"
"My reputation is just fine, thank you very much."
"You're the biggest slut in school, Wendy."
"And you're the biggest motherfucker in school," she retorted. "Think about that!"
"You don't really have pictures, do you?" I looked at her, catching Wendy's lovely face in an unguarded moment. She couldn't lie all the time, I thought, not even to me.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Of course I…"
"Because if you did, you'd have told my mom last night," I cut her off, reasoning the whole thing out in my head. "You'd have blackmailed her too."
"I didn't blackmail you!"
"What do you call it then?"
"I just sorta didn't want you making a big mistake kinda," Wendy said, but she was just trying to cover up the truth.
She'd blackmailed me and we both knew it, but now she didn't really have anything to hold over my head anymore if I broke up with her…Except I loved her. Even while we argued in the car and said the most outrageous things to each other, I couldn't look at Wendy without feeling my heart ready to burst. She looked so entirely beautiful to me and I wanted to hate her so badly for cheating on me and lying and treating our relationship like a joke behind my back. I wanted to kick her out of the car, out of my heart, and drive away forever.
But I couldn't and that didn't seem very fair at all.
"You can't break up with me, Jimmy," Wendy sighed, changing her whole attitude in a nano-second. "We belong together."
She hadn't been wearing her seatbelt at all and now Wendy leaned across the plastic console between the seats and hugged me. She smelled like my mom too, sweet and flowery after taking a shower and using Mom's soap and shampoo. I tried to ignore the fact that my dad had been washing my girlfriend's back, probably fucking her all the while. They'd slept together in my parents' bedroom while Mom had slept with me and I supposed I couldn't be too mad about the shower thing. I mean, I'd fucked my mom over the breakfast counter while she'd been making toast.
"I love you so much," she breathed, kissing my jaw and rubbing her hand up and down my chest and stomach through my sweatshirt. "I'm sorry I said those things. I just get so jealous sometimes, you know? I can't help it."
"Then you know how I feel," I told her, fighting to keep our distance.
Wendy wanted me to forgive her, to say the magic words that would make everything better somehow, but I was determined to stay angry. I figured the girl owed me a year, you know? That's how long we'd been seriously dating and how long she'd been fucking every guy in school, including my friends. A year out of my life, the happiest year, had turned to ashes and I wanted it back. Wendy would have to wait and suffer and beg me to love her. A year of begging would make up for a year of cheating…Maybe.
She didn't make it easy though!
"Oh! Somebody still likes me!" Wendy giggled as her hand found the bulge in my jeans and she squeezed my cramped erection.
"Don't…"
"Why not?" she asked in her little girl's voice. "Don't you want me to kiss it?"
"Wendy…" I shifted my hips as her fingers tried to get the zipper down.
"Your dad likes it when I suck him off in the car," she told me, and that's the last thing I wanted to know.
"We're almost there."
"Almost!" Wendy giggled as my zipper came down with soft zzzzzip! "Like father like son, right?"
"I don't want to, okay? Just stop."
"Ummmm…Yeah," she sighed, scratching my aching dick with her pink fingernails and then trying to get her hand around the thick shaft. "You're just like your dad, Motherfucker."
"Uhhh…" I winced as she bent my cock almost painfully, trying to get it free of my pants. I wanted her to stop, but I didn't want her to stop. Fuck! I didn't know what I wanted because I wasn't supposed to want anything Wendy wanted. I had to be mad at her!
"You know you've got the biggest dick in school, right?" Wendy whispered as she rubbed her firm tits against my body and I guessed she would know.
"The biggest slut in school too," I said with an unhappy grin. "I'm so lucky."
"You don't have to be sarcastic!" Wendy frowned and let go of my cock so it stood stiffly erect now that she'd gotten it loose.
She sat back in her seat, crossing her arms again with a childish pout on her beautiful face. My dick pulsed with excitement, aching way down deep in my groin as a large drop of clear precum appeared at the tip, glistening briefly before spilling along the glans and down the shaft. I desperately wanted Wendy to suck me off, but I refused to beg and she'd decided to ignore me for the rest of the drive to school.
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I started a list in the back of my biology notebook; a list of all the guys I knew had fucked my girlfriend. And another list too, of the ones who hadn't. That one would be pretty short, I figured, and it only had one name on it at first – Kyle. The other list started off with Chris and Randy, but I knew it would grow quickly and definitely include all my friends. If I knew Wendy, and I thought I finally did, she would have made sure to hit every last one of my buddies. The guys I hung around with. The boys who liked to tell me how lucky I was to date the hottest chick in school.
Backstabbers!
"Hey, Alan." I turned around in homeroom to give him a grin.
"What's up?" He smiled back at me and we'd played on the same hockey teams since we were nine year old pee-wees together.
"You going to the tryouts on Sunday?" I asked him, meaning the City League because none of the high schools had their own hockey teams.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You're gonna be there, right?"
"Yeah," I agreed and the other thing about Alan and me was that we were really good hockey players.
Like everyone has one thing they're really great at, you know? One talent that makes a person special and hockey was mine. Alan's too and we'd already had some semi-pro scouts checking us out the season before. We'd probably get some offers this year, since we'd both turn seventeen and that's how old a guy had to be to play semi-pro.
Dad liked to talk about me getting a scholarship or something and going to college, but I just wanted to make money. I'd graduate high school and turn pro and have enough money to marry Wendy. That had been our plan. I didn't want to go to college and waste four years still dating the girl, sharing our dreams and waiting for them to come true; I wanted her now and hockey could make it all happen for us…Except Wendy was a slut and I wasn't even sure I wanted to marry her anymore. Except I did. Fuck!
"Hey, uh…" I glanced around the classroom, but it was a normal morning and we sat in the back of the room anyway.
"What?" Alan leaned forward, pushing his big nose closer. It had been broken twice and he wasn't a bad looking guy, but his nose was crooked as a politician, as my dad liked to say. Alan didn't care, he was proud of it because he liked to fight as much as he liked to skate.
"I heard you hooked up with Wendy," I said softly and Alan blinked at me.
"Wendy? Uh…Hey, that was just, um…" He didn't even have the sense to lie about it.
"You fucked her, huh?" I asked, feeling that rush of adrenaline I get before I clock someone in the head.
"She came onto me, dude. I told her…"
"How many times?" I asked and I knew some of the other kids were looking at us, wondering why we were whispering, why Alan looked like he'd just seen a ghost. He'd gone white as a sheet and he knew I'd kick his ass because right makes might and his heart wouldn't be in it if we started fighting in the middle of homeroom.
"Just once, Jimmy," he said quickly. "I swear, man. The next day she wouldn't even look at me."
"Right!" I snorted, but I didn't think the boy was lying; I just didn't understand what he was trying to tell me.
"Ask her, dude," Alan said with a nervous lick of his lips. "I never touched her again, just that night at Ben's party."
"That kegger?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "When you passed out in whatshisname's van."
"I didn't pass out," I said with a frown. Ben had thrown a kegger out at his uncle's farm for the Fourth of July and half the school had been there.
"You were out!" Alan said with a grin, but he lost that quickly when he remembered what we were really talking about. "Wendy was kinda pissed and…I dunno. Shit, dude. It wasn't my fault."
About that time Homeroom started and I had to turn back around. I'd passed out, yeah, even though I didn't like to admit it, and Wendy had been mad about it. She'd bitched long and hard for a week about how I'd abandoned her or something. Yeah right! She'd fucked Alan? I added him to the list. Wendy didn't even like Alan! She hated him because his girlfriend was Brittany, another cheerleader and maybe not as seriously hot as Wendy, but she had that attitude and they didn't really like each other. It was a girl thing, you know.
Brittany…Hmmm…I looked towards the front of the classroom and I could see her gossiping with some other girls while some geek rattled off the school news on the television. We had one of those A-V clubs and they had their own little TV show. The girl who did the weather was kinda hot, but Brittany? She was completely fuckable with her dirty blonde hair all shaggy and pretty blue-green eyes. She had kind of a long, angular body with pointy tits and no hips, and a tiny ass too. Still cute though and I knew Brittany liked to fuck, at least according to Alan, but he could have been exaggerating.
I started another list and put Brittany right below Ginny and then added "Randy's sister" on the third line. I wasn't going to fight anybody, I decided, partly because I didn't really want to lose all my friends, even if they were jerks, but also because I didn't want to give Wendy the satisfaction. She might not understand at first, maybe she'd think I was wimping out on her, but I knew it would really piss her off when she finally figured out that she wasn't worth fighting over.
So now I had a plan, a real one. I'd find out exactly who'd fucked Wendy and I'd get payment in kind. Like, I could forgive a guy for fucking my gorgeous girlfriend so long as I fucked his too. I mean, guys are dogs anyway, you know? It wasn't really their fault, the actual sex part; I blamed Wendy for that. The thing that pissed me off was that none of my friends had told me about it, as unreasonable as that might sound. That had been their real betrayal, in my opinion, and now they'd have to pay for it.
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"Hi Jimmy!"
I looked over my shoulder to see Ginny smiling at me and the girl didn't seem to look quite as plain as she usually did. Maybe because she'd brushed her hair a different way, or it could have been the sparkle in her hazel eyes, I wasn't exactly sure. I'd never paid enough attention to Ginny to notice the little things, but I couldn't help but stare at her sweater, a pink pullover that really hugged her firm, round tits and they weren't little at all. Even if she didn't have a pretty face, Ginny had a serious body and today she'd decided to show it off.
"Hi Ginny," I replied, wondering if she'd worn a bra because I could almost imagine I saw some nipple action.
"Hey, I was, um, wondering…" She giggled nervously, looking like she wanted to hide her tits behind her books, but she didn't.
"Wondering what?" I asked, closing my locker as I dragged my eyes upward to see her blushing like a little girl. She glanced over her shoulder as if avoiding me.
"You said you'd, uh…give me a ride?" she said. "If I really, um, you know...needed one?"
"Sure." I shrugged. "I'm kinda busy right now though."
Ginny giggled at my grin and rolled her eyes. "I know, yeah. I don't mean now, but during lunch maybe?"
"Lunch? Where do you have to go?"
"Just, uh…home?" she sorta squeaked, making it sound like a question and Ginny looked as if she wanted to bolt. "I kinda forgot something and I need it for this afternoon and my parents are working and…"
"Yeah," I said, just to shut the girl up before she hyperventilated or something. "I can give you a ride, I guess."
"Okay!" She smiled hugely, sort of gushing the word out. "Good, um…Where should I meet you?"
"By the side doors," I told her and then looked down the hallway. "I gotta get to class."
"Me too. Yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to…I'll see you later. Okay?"
"Alright." I smiled and hoped she wouldn't trip over her feet as Ginny backpedaled in the other direction. "See ya later."
I wasn't stupid and I knew what Ginny really wanted. She needed to get me alone, without Wendy or Chris around, or anyone else for that matter. She wanted to know why I'd been playing games in the mirror the day before. Why I'd given her that silent "Hi!" and flirted with her the way I had. I knew that would get a girl like Ginny curious, I just hadn't realized she'd come looking for answers the very next day!
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"What?" Chris grinned at me, wondering why I'd been grinning at him while he did his sit-ups for gym class.
"Huh?" I gave him a blank look, thinking how much fun it was going to be telling the jerk how I'd fucked his girlfriend…Assuming I actually did fuck her, but I couldn't imagine Ginny turning me down. Not after that little scene in the hallway.
"You're lookin' at me funny," Chris said, and I shrugged.
"You're a funny lookin' guy," I told him. "How many is that?"
"Thirty-seven," my friend huffed, pulling himself up again. "Thirty-eight."
"Right!" I laughed. "More like thirteen." And that reminded me, "Hey, what's Randy's little sister's name?"
"Eve?" Chris said with a questioning look. "Why?"
"Yeah. Eve, that's it…What? Oh, I was just wondering."
"Wondering about what? Keep counting…Forty-two…"
"Nothing," I said. "I just couldn't remember."
"You like Eve?" He grinned at me and I shrugged.
"You think she likes me?" I asked.
"Probably, but she's only twelve," Chris grunted as he sat up. "That's kinda weird."
"I thought she was thirteen?"
"Nope…Uh…fifty!"
"Forty-seven, dude."
"No way! What about Wendy?"
"What about her?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why would you even look at another girl?" Chris wondered. "I mean, if I had a girlfriend like Wendy…"
"I know you fucked her." My hands squeezed his ankles about as hard as I'd ever squeezed anything in my life.
"What?" He winced, but not because I was hurting him.
"You shoulda told me, Chris." I hadn't meant to say anything about anything, it had just slipped out.
"Jimmy, that was…She started making out with me," he told me, both of us whispering. "I didn't even want to at first."
"Right," I breathed and I figured I'd just hit him and maybe we'd be friends again later.
"It just sorta happened," Chris said. "She doesn't even like me."
"When?"
"Um…" He had to think about it, but only because he really didn't want to get clocked. "Last February, we were getting the gym ready for the Valentine's thing."
"Valentine's Day?"
"The dance." He nodded. "We were putting up the decorations and stuff and, um…We had to go to the storeroom for more stuff and…"
"You fucked her in the storeroom?"
"Kinda." Chris swallowed hard. "I mean, yeah. We did it, but it was Wendy's idea. She made me wear a rubber. I mean, she had one in her purse…"
"She did?"
"…and then she totally ignored me after that."
"What do you mean?"
"I tried calling her, but she told me leave her alone." He smiled weakly. "I thought I loved her, like it meant something. Fuck. You don't know how lucky you are, Jimmy."
"Yeah, I do," I snorted. "You coulda told me."
"And get punched out?" Chris shook his head at that idea. "I never told anybody, I swear. I didn't ever want you to find out."
"Thanks a lot." I pushed his head back as I stood up, kinda shoving him hard too.
"You're not gonna hit me?"
"Just stay away from me for awhile," I sighed, and then looked down at him. "Did anybody else fuck her?"
"Anybody else?" He blinked and wouldn't look me in the eyes. "Greg and Steve…"
"What?"
"I heard they might have, uh...you know."
"Heard it from who? They said they did it?"
"No. Lance told me they told him, but nobody believed it."
The gym teacher, Mr. Roberts, interrupted us, asking me why I wasn't doing sit-ups and I told him I needed to use the bathroom. I probably looked kind of sick anyway. Greg and Steve? Those two guys were serious losers! A couple dope smoking Nirvana wanna-be freaks who thought they were cool because they had a garage band. I'd heard them play though and they sucked! Wendy wouldn't have touched those guys with a ten foot pole…Would she?
I had to be alone for awhile and the locker room was empty enough. I sat on the wooden bench in front of my locker wishing I knew what was going on. I didn't even know how I felt anymore. I had to break up with her, despite what my parents thought or what Wendy might promise me. I couldn't take this anymore. I'd thought maybe I could, but after Greg and Steve there would be two more guys, and two more after them. I should have just asked Wendy for a list, I thought, and that made me smile unhappily.
"What's the matter?" Kyle's soft voice startled me.
I'd gotten so preoccupied with everything else, I'd completely forgotten about Kyle. Probably because I didn't want to remember I'd let the faggot suck my dick. He'd changed lockers too, since they weren't assigned or anything. We just grabbed empty ones and used them for an hour every morning, but we always used the same ones…Except Kyle had decided to use the one next to mine and I knew why.
"Nothing," I said, thinking I should go back to the gym. Being alone with a fag had to be a bad thing and he made me sorta nervous.
"You can tell me," he said, and I about jumped out of my shoes when I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was giving me a massage!
"Stop it." I frowned, shrugging and turning my head with annoyance.
"There's nobody else down here," Kyle told me. He sounded like a girl when he whispered.
He felt like a girl too. I mean the way his small hands squeezed my shoulders through my t-shirt. Wendy did it the same way sometimes and I always liked it. Sometimes she'd walk on my back, giggling and worried she'd hurt me somehow. I liked the way Wendy's feet felt on my skin. Small, soft feet and she didn't weigh that much anyway. Neither did Kyle for that matter. That boy couldn't have been but a few inches over five feet and maybe ninety pounds or something.
"It's Wendy, isn't it?" Kyle sighed, sort of sliding his hands over my shoulders and down to my chest as he leaned close.
I should have stood up and pushed him away, even punched the homo in the nose, but we'd been friends a long time. I didn't hate him and I didn't want to hurt his feelings, you know? It probably wasn't his fault he'd turned into a fag. I mean, Kyle looked girlish with his pretty looks and petite build, those doe eyes and his soft brown hair curling around his heart-shaped face. He smelled good too, even after fifteen minutes of stretching and sit-ups, he wasn't sweaty or anything. Kyle smelled like…I dunno, just nice.
"I heard you guys are breaking up," he said, rubbing my nipples through the cotton as I sat there. "It's not because of me, is it?"
"You?" I turned my head to look at him.
"After yesterday," he said with a soft giggle. "Did you bring a condom?"
"Uh…No." I almost laughed, wondering if he was crazy. I didn't want to fuck him and I especially didn't want Wendy or anyone else knowing about what we'd done!
"Oh," he pouted, pursing his lips and sliding his hands lower to find my stomach. "I really want to do it with you."
"Kyle…" I reached for his wrists as the boy started tugging my t-shirt upwards. "Don't…Stop…Okay?"
"It's alright," he breathed into my ear. "I know what you need."
"Ummm…" I tilted my head as his tongue tickled my ear and he'd pulled my t-shirt upwards enough to caress my bare stomach.
That turned out to be a mistake as Kyle's mouth found mine and he kissed me! A boy kissed me on the lips and I froze for a second, unable to move at all as his tongue played between my lips and slipped inside my mouth. One of his hands pushed beneath the waistband of my gym shorts and that's when I realized my cock had grown hard for some reason. I honestly hadn't noticed until just that moment, when Kyle's fingers wrapped themselves around my dick while he Frenched me out.
"Fuck!" I pushed him away, trying to stand and almost falling onto my face as I tripped.
"What's wrong?" Kyle blinked at me with wide, injured eyes and he looked like he was about to cry.
"I'm not gay, alright?" I told him. "I've got a girlfriend and I love her and I'm not a fag! So just…Stop it! Leave me alone!"
"But…" Kyle was crying! He bit his bottom lip and flushed pink all over and two big tears rolled down his cheeks.
I started walking away and I wanted to be pissed at the guy. I mean…He'd kissed me! But I felt like a complete asshole too. Kyle was crying and just standing there looking so small in his plain white t-shirt and baggy blue shorts that were too big for his smallish butt and narrow hips and slender thighs, as smooth and creamy as any girl you can imagine. He looked like a girl and smelled like a girl and now my friend was crying like a girl.
"Fuck!" I turned around because I couldn't just leave him there. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just a mistake."
"You hate me!" Kyle said softly, but forcefully all the same. I could see the anguish in his eyes and I couldn't look at him there.
"I don't hate you," I sighed, not knowing what I felt towards him, except sympathy probably. I hadn't meant to hurt his feelings.
We just stood there for a minute. I didn't know what to say to make him feel better and Kyle didn't seem to want to say anything. So we stood there and it made me pretty uncomfortable because I still had a boner for some stupid reason. My dick was hard and part of me thought I should hug him or something. I mean, if Kyle had been a girl? Yeah, I would have hugged her and told her it would be okay, even if it wouldn't be, and…I couldn't hug him! God!
But he looked so small. So fragile. And I'd hurt him. That's what I couldn't wrap my feelings around. I'd hurt a person because he'd kissed me. Never mind if Kyle was a boy or not, nobody deserved to be hurt like that and I knew it because I'd been getting hurt plenty lately. I knew how it felt, maybe not exactly, but enough to feel like a real jerk. I had to do something, but I wasn't gay! This had to be one of those no-win situations, I figured, and I was getting pretty tired of not winning.
"I gotta go back to the gym," I finally said, just that and only because I didn't know what else to do.
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"You're right," I told Wendy later, sitting in the library under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Thorpe.
"About what?" my girlfriend asked sweetly, sitting close to me so that everyone would know we weren't breaking up.
That had turned out to be the big rumor after our scene the day before and a couple girls had tried getting me to ask them out, playing like Ginny had earlier and asking for rides or whatever. That's how girls do it; they ask for a favor and then make the boy feel like he owes them something for it. Wendy was an expert at that!
"I'm too nice," I decided, wanting to tell her about Kyle and knowing I wouldn't dare. I'd used to think I could tell Wendy anything since we were so completely in love, and I'd never kept any secrets from her, but I knew better now.
"Why?" She narrowed her sapphire eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean?"
She thought I was talking about her, but I wasn't.
"Jimmy!" she whispered, squeezing my leg under the table. "Tell me."
"How many guys did you fuck?" I asked, ignoring her demand for an explanation. She deserved to worry about something. "Don't tell me who, just…How many? Give me a number."
"No."
"No?" I blinked at her.
"You've got to forget about it, okay?" Wendy smiled as she stroked my thigh. "It's over, I told you that. I only want to be with you from now on."
"And my dad," I reminded her.
"Well…" She giggled and stuck her pink tongue out at me. "I'm not asking you to break up with your mom, am I?"
"Shhh…" I glanced around the library.
"Just forget about those other guys," Wendy repeated. "They don't matter at all. They didn't mean anything to me, alright?"
"It means something to me."
"Only because you're being stubborn." She laughed again, teasing the lump in my pants and trying to get me excited. "It's pretty cool and I'm glad you care so much, but…"
"Hmph!" I snorted.
"…we've got to put it behind us, right?" Wendy leaned against my shoulder for a moment. "We're not the same people anymore, Motherfucker."
"God!" I frowned at her, but Wendy pretended not to notice. The more I complained about being called that, the more she seemed to like it.
"And do you really want to spend the rest of your life trying to find all the guys who fucked me?" she asked. "Even if you do, you'll never believe it. You'll always think there's gotta be one more guy that you missed."
"Shut-up," I said, knowing she was right, but it still sounded sort of cruel to me.
"Just pretend it never happened," Wendy sighed, squeezing my cock through the denim as it started coming to life. "We're new people now…All you have to do is trust me."
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"Come on in," Ginny said after unlocking the front door of her house. "Just kick off your shoes, my mom's kind of weird about the carpets or whatever."
"Yeah. Mine too," I said, and that made her giggle again.
Ginny had been giggling ever since we'd snuck out of school for lunch, which wasn't all that big of a deal. Students were supposed to stay on school grounds all day long, but they didn't really enforce it very much and kids took off for McDonalds or Taco Bell all the time. As long as we were back for our next class, nobody would care where we were…Except Wendy would be wondering why I wasn't sitting with her in the cafeteria. Chris too, probably, since Ginny was his girlfriend. They wouldn't know we were together though, at least not right away.
"Do you wanna see my bedroom?" she asked. "It's okay. There's nobody else here."
"Uh, sure," I shrugged, following her through the house and it pretty much looked like anybody else's, I suppose. It smelled a little different maybe and the pictures hanging on the walls didn't mean much to me, but suburbia requires conformity.
"Greenpeace. Cool." I nodded, looking at the posters on her bedroom wall. She had PETA and Amnesty International and World Watch and stuff I never heard of. "Who's Che Guevera?" I wondered, but she didn't hear me. I figured he was one of those guys in Menudo all grown up like whatshisname.
"Are you into Greenpeace?" Ginny wondered, sitting down on her bed and watching me nervously.
"I dunno." I smiled at her, not wanting to tell her I couldn't care less about whales or global warming or some tree in Oregon. She had pictures of that stuff too, believe me. Hug a tree? Didn't she know she lived in a house made out of wood?
"Chris thinks it's stupid," she sighed, leaning back on her arms with her tits pushed outward and they were nice.
"Chris is stupid." I grinned, checking out her legs as Ginny wore a kind of a modest skirt, a blue one, but it had ridden up her thighs.
"Yeah! Sometimes." She laughed.
"Who's this fella?" I wondered, looking at chubby hamster in an aquarium full of wood shavings.
"Oh! That's Bono," Ginny told me. "I named him after the U2 guy. The singer?"
"Cool." I nodded, tapping on the glass. "Too bad for you, huh?"
"What?" she asked, because I'd been talking to the hamster. "You can, um…sit down. I mean, we can relax…If you want?"
"Okay," I agreed, sitting next to Ginny on her bed and the dreaded awkward silence fell over us suddenly.
It probably would have been funny if we weren't both so nervous. Ginny hardly seemed to breathe as she looked anywhere but at me and I wasn't sure what I was doing. I'd been going out with the hottest girl in school for a year and I wasn't especially shy, but I'd only had one girlfriend, you know? I hadn't expected to feel uncomfortable for some reason, but I did. I hardly knew Ginny at all when it came right down to it and it felt really strange to understand that I could know someone for years and still be strangers.
Plus she was my best friend's girlfriend, and did Chris really deserve to have me hitting on her? Probably, but then I wondered if Ginny deserved it. I wasn't going to love her no matter what happened. I'd just end up hurting her feelings probably and that sucked. She was a person, just like Kyle, and I still felt bad about him. I wasn't just too nice, I wanted to be nice. That's the thing. I'd never wanted to hurt anyone in my life and now I found myself sitting in Ginny's bedroom, seeing her dreams taped to the walls, watching her fat hamster paw the glass, and I couldn't do it. This wasn't me.
"We'd better…" I started saying, but then she kissed me. "Ummph!"
While I'd been talking myself out of it, Ginny had been talking herself into it…or something. It didn't matter because she'd decided to go for it, turning so she could hug me and pull me down onto her bed. The girl's tongue licked my lips and I opened for it. I let her kiss me and I tickled her tongue with mine as we lay side-by-side with our legs hanging off the bed.
I could feel her large breasts against my chest and Ginny felt so soft. Wow! I guess because she had some extra padding, you know? Not fat or anything, just soft and plush like a big stuffed toy, and warm? God! The girl felt like she was on fire as I ran my hand up and down her back. I forgot about everything else as my hormones took over. The 16-year-old auto-pilot had engaged and my cock had already begun to swell with excitement. Being nice had nothing to do with it anymore, we were just a couple horny teenagers making out.
We kissed the way people do the first time – as if it would be the only time. I chased Ginny's tongue into her mouth and licked her everywhere. We breathed hot and heavy through our noses, gasping every now and then as our bruised lips would pull apart for a quick second. I'd already started tugging the sweater up Ginny's back, trying to get at those amazing tits she had. The girl wasn't wearing a bra and she didn't stop me when I was finally able to get the pink wool over her head.
By the time I had my hand between us, squeezing Ginny's left breast and rubbing her nipple, we'd moved ourselves around so we could lay lengthwise on the bed. That worked better and Ginny sucked my lips, biting and chewing them gently while her hand explored the bulge of my aching prick. She wanted to feel it and I shifted my body and lifted myself to help her get my pants undone. She pushed and I kicked and we never stopped kissing. I rolled her over as soon as my pants were off my feet and my boxers with them. Except for my socks, I was naked from the waist down and Ginny from the waist up.
I spread her legs with my body, working my hips between her thighs as I rested on my elbows. I didn't want to smother the girl, but Ginny liked the way my chest pressed down on her tits anyway. We were both moving around, rubbing our bodies together while we swapped spit eagerly. We were humping too, with her skirt hitched up around her waist and only a pair of panties to keep us apart. I pressed my erection against the panel crotch and felt the heat radiating from Ginny's sex. My cockhead would push painfully against the cotton and she'd lift her butt and rock her hips with muffled moans into my mouth.
We were going to fuck, no doubt about it, and I reached down to pull her panties aside. I felt the moisture on my fingers as the cotton tried to stretch and couldn't. It started to rip instead, the leg band giving way with a sharp ratcheting sound. I held her panties out of the way, exposing Ginny's sex and tried to find the entrance to her womb with my cock.
"N-No…Stop…Wait…" she gasped, turning her red face and blinking as she panted for air.
"What?" I asked her, kissing her neck and hair, still pushing with my hips and feeling my dick sliding across her pussy without going inside.
"I never did it," she told me, looking into my eyes. "Just kissing, okay?"
"You're a virgin?" I asked, kind of frozen all of a sudden and Ginny nodded.
"Yeah." She swallowed thickly. "I don't think we should, um…"
"I'll be careful," I promised, kissing her cheek and then her mouth. "Just let me put it in."
"I'm scared," Ginny whispered, kissing me back, but holding my hips, squeezing me with her hands to keep me from pushing my cock inside her.
"It's okay." I smiled. "It'll feel good. If it doesn't, I'll stop. I promise."
"But what if I get pregnant?"
"I'll pull out. I just want to feel you inside, okay?" I kissed her mouth hard, pushing my tongue inside to find hers and I thrust with my hips, ignoring her hands as they weakened and finally let me go.
I had to hold her panties aside and guide my cock blindly at the same time and it was awkward, but Ginny's pussy was ready and I found her hole hot and wet and right there for my dick. Her entire body went stiff and she stopped kissing me back as I felt something else trying to stop me and it had to be her cherry, but I just pushed harder and smiled at the amazing sensation of my cock penetrating the hottest, tightest place on earth!
"Ummm…" She winced and her eyes were squinched shut as I worked half my dick inside her pussy.
"Are you okay?" I asked and Ginny nodded, but she wouldn't open her eyes or say anything. She just hugged me tightly and I figured that meant everything was fine.
I couldn't have stopped anyway. I mean, fucking Ginny's virgin pussy felt a lot like fucking Wendy's virgin ass, except better! The girl's cunt clamped down on my dick and she wasn't trying to push me out; her hot hole kept pulling me deeper! I didn't even have to push, not really, I just let myself relax and my cock slowly slid into the depths of her pussy inch by inch. Ginny took nearly all of me and it felt delicious! We didn't even move. I kissed her mouth and after a half minute or so she started kissing me back.
Ginny's tongue wriggled and her hands started moving up and down my spine, she'd lift her legs slightly and moan, but she wasn't pushing me away. The girl just had to get used to being fucked for the first time in her life and I guess it really didn't hurt that much. When I started pumping her pussy with short, careful thrusts she nodded and wrapped her legs around me. Ginny opened her eyes and they were bright and shining and wet with tears. She smiled though and told me it was okay.
"I feel it," she whispered. "I can feel you inside me."
"Me too." I smiled back, watching each other while we fucked.
I held her shoulders and pushed and pulled with my hips, fucking the girl with half of my dick and not even coming close to pulling out. I wanted to stay inside her forever, but I wasn't going to last very long. God! She felt so good. Like fucking a fire made out of water kinda. Ginny got seriously wet and I wondered if she'd cum or something, but I didn't think so. She only felt really good and her pussy would squeeze my dick every time she lifted her hips to meet me. We were both doing it and when I'd push into her, Ginny would tighten her legs and pull me until my cock ran out of room and touched something soft and sensitive enough to make her gasp and shiver.
We started making out again and that made it especially good. We weren't kissing desperately like before either, this was different, like passionate and loving maybe. I was making love to her, even though I knew I didn't love her. I kissed Ginny the best I could, caressing her tongue with mine and feeling my balls getting tight. I was going to cum any second and I tried to hold it back. One more push, one more pull, that's what I wanted. One more second inside her beautiful cunt because I couldn't stop. I couldn't pull out of her. I couldn't even warn her and I didn't.
I came inside her with a rush of semen, flooding Ginny's womb with my sperm and kissing her the whole time. I wasn't even sure she could tell at first. I didn't stop fucking her. I tried to hide it, as deceitful as that sounds. I didn't want her to know because she'd make me stop and pull out and I couldn't do that. So I just tried to hide it the best I could and the girl was so wet down there anyway, her pussy squeezing my dick with her own sharp spasms of pleasure, that I honestly didn't think Ginny knew I was cumming until it was way, way too late.
"Did you cum?" she suddenly asked, blinking at me and looking like she'd just woken up out of a dream.
"Ummm…"
"You did!" She let me go with her legs and started pushing my shoulders with her hands. "Oh God! You said you wouldn't! Get off me!"
"Ginny…" I sort of resisted for a second, mostly because my cock hadn't gone soft at all and I wanted to fuck her again.
"No! Jimmy! No!" She looked ready to cry and I reluctantly half-rolled, half-fell off the girl and onto my back with my hard glistening cock laying on my stomach.
"Sorry, I just…" I stared at the ceiling, knowing she had to be royally pissed.
"God! It's in me!" Ginny practically jumped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom. The bathroom was right across the hall and I could hear water running.
The idea that I might have knocked up Ginny didn't even sink in then, as I lay on her stained bed and listened to her trying to wash me out of her womb. It seemed pretty impossible to me and I felt too good to worry about something that wouldn't matter until later anyway. I'd just fucked a girl, broken her cherry, and that seemed incredibly real. I liked it a lot. Having sex with my mom felt like a dream, you know? Even while we did it. And Wendy well…She was Wendy and I'd only fucked her butt anyway and I'd never have her cherry.
Ginny was real. I'd really fucked her and it counted, see? I can't explain it any other way. I looked at her bed and saw a little blood, pinkish though, not really crimson. The red had sorta melted inside a larger stain of girl juice and I touched it with my fingers, rubbing Ginny's blood into her cum and I'd fucked her. I just really hoped she didn't hate me now because I sorta thought maybe I loved her.