This story is based on something that happened to me after my first high school boyfriend dumped me.
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There is nothing like the freedom of summer break. Alyssa had spent the past few weeks going to the beach, staying out late, and enjoying time with her friends and especially her boyfriend, Tyler. After weeks of him pushing her, she finally decided that she was ready to have sex.
It was nothing like she'd imagined. She remembered the way his dingy room was humid and smelled like sweat, and how pale he was when he took his pants off. She remembered how clumsily he removed her panties and jammed his fingers inside her. She remembered how bad it hurt when he greedily shoved his cock into her and writhed on top of her.
At the time she felt grown up and special, like she had finally unlocked some cosmic secret. Although sex was not like she'd imagined, she continued to have sex with her boyfriend, who sometimes wanted it three times a day. It wasn't entirely horrible, it just wasn't like she had expected. But, she loved the way it made her boyfriend come around and pay attention to her more. The way he lusted after her made her feel so special and so in love.
After a few weeks, her boyfriend started treating her differently. He still fucked her, of course, but he only called her when he wanted it from her. They stopped going on dates unless she begged him, and it got to the point where she felt devastated that she couldn't make her amazing guy happy. It finally came to a head a few weeks before the end of summer.
Tyler had invited Alyssa to breakfast that morning. She was so excited that things were finally getting back to normal! She had planned on getting up early, but it had been difficult to sleep in even if she tried. Her family was having work done to their yard, so she was always being awoken by the team of construction workers promptly at 8am every day. After a quick shower she headed to her closet. She decided to wear her favorite summer dress with roses on it and a pair of pink wedges. She heard Tyler's car screeched up to the driveway and she came out to meet him. As she approached the car something seemed off. Tyler wasn't dressed for breakfast; he only had on a pair of swim trunks. And there was someone in the front seat, a very scantily dressed someone, with flowing blonde hair and a lip piercing.
"Hey, babe. I thought we were going to breakfast. What's going on?"
"Oh, about that...I wanted to tell you I'm seeing someone else now. I need a girl who's down to fuck, not a prude who needs a meal before she puts out."
She was stunned by his words and began to cry. She could barely hear the rest of what he was saying as her head swam furiously with grief and her eyes burned with hot tears. She vaguely noticed his car pulling away and collapsed in a heap on the driveway.
One of the construction workers, Marco, had watched the whole scene unfold from the other end of the yard. If that kid wasn't underage, he would have knocked his fucking face to a pulp. He had seen Alyssa coming in and out of the house for weeks, always smiling to him as she went. She was a sweet, gorgeous girl. She had even made cookies for the workers a few times and brought them out on their lunch break. His rage grew as the car began to disappear into the distance. Then, he snapped back to reality when he saw her lying on the pavement crying. He dropped his shovel and ran over to her. Then, it occurred to him that this might scare her. He was a 6' 3" construction worker. He had on a dirty shirt, torn pants, and big boots. She, on the other hand, was a petite girl with clean, porcelain skin and soft brown hair.
He stopped within a few feet of where she was lying and tried to speak to her.
"Excuse me, miss. Are you okay? I saw what that asshole. Fuck, I mean, what that guy did." He needed to watch his mouth. He wasn't used to being around anyone but his construction worker buddies lately. He tried again to speak to her, but she was in a shock. He had to do something. He went over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. It was large and calloused, but she seemed to reacted slightly to his sincere and gentle touch. After a while her crying only became worse and she was still crumpled on the ground. It was heartbreaking to watch, and he had to do something. He effortlessly scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her front door. She didn't even seem to notice. She was clutching her keys in her hands. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hey, hey...shhh it's okay. Let's go inside. It's okay. Please don't cry," he whispered.
Her release on her keys slackened at his gentle words, and he unlocked the door. He carried her over to what he could only guess was her living room sofa. It looked homey and comforting, exactly what she needed. He delicately placed her on the sofa and sat down next to her. Now that she was upright he could see the tears streaming down her face and falling onto her crumpled dress. Despite it all, he was still shocked by how beautiful she was. He continued to sit with her and began to rub her back when she seemed comfortable with him.