I was 16 when I ran away from home to move in with my boyfriend. To this day, I still don't remember what made me do it, but it was one of the worst decisions I had ever made. I had pretty decent grades for a rebellious 16-year-old girl, but it was my boyfriend, Braden, who finally convinced me to quit school like he had done and clean his house while he was out drinking. He was at least 5 years older than me, though he acted like he was a child. I loved Braden with all my heart, yet for some reason, he seemed so distant. I was pretty much in a living hell for the next 2 years, him rarely giving me any affection. I would have ran away again, but this time, I had no place to go. Not to mention the fact that he seized every penny I made, saying it was for rent, yet running off to get drunk with his friends. We were on the verge of being evicted by the time September rolled around. I was getting ready to pack my things when he walked in with a huge wad of cash. 6 months worth of rent. The landlord accepted it with a grin, yet the thought always lingered in my head: where did he get that kind of cash? At the time, I didn't care. All I cared was that I had a place to stay and food to eat.
Finally, my 18th birthday rolled around. I figured it would just be another day for us, seeing as how Braden had missed out on my previous birthday. I figured I'd just go out with some friends and celebrate my coming of age, but then Braden came crashing into the apartment. The scent of booze lingered as he waddled towards me and enclosed his arms in a bear hug.
He was practically bent over, his face pressed into my breasts. He looked up at me and shinned me a big toothy grin. "Hey, baby."
"Ha... Ha.. Happy..." he sputtered between burps, "happy birthday!"
I grinned sheepishly. "So you remembered! Did you get me anything?" I smiled hopefully.
He released his arms from me and threw himself onto the couch. "Yep. A present." he had a crooked grin on his face.
"Where is it?" I said. I gazed nonchalantly at his pants. There was a huge bulge pushing against his jeans. I figured I knew what would happen next.
"Well, I don't have it YET, but I guess I could tell you what it is..."
I was pretty much beaming at this point. After all these 18 years of life, I still bore my virginity. I respected Braden for him not trying to take advantage of me whilst I was underage, but after all this time, I was horny and wanted to finally do the deed.
"I got you a job." he was grinning again. I felt my smile fade.
"Braden... you know, I'm 18..." I felt he was too drunk to get what I was hinting, so I full out said it.
"I wanted you to take my virginity tonight... you've been very patient with me, given me a place to stay, and I love you. I want to give you something in return..."
Braden seemed to finally understand. "If that's what you wanted, you could have told me... now I went out and got you a job at my work... do you even know how hard it was to get you in there? Now I gotta tell my boss that he just lost the best worker he'd ever had!" the rest of his rant was just drunk ramblings that made no sense at all. I suddenly felt guilty. I knew how Braden was. I sat next to him on the couch and soothed him.
"I'm sorry... I really should be grateful I have such a good boyfriend. I'll still do this job you told me about, no matter what."
His head was cradled in my knees. He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "Do you promise?"
"I promise."
I felt like a mother soothing her child. Braden grinned again and started toying with the elastic string on my shorts. He slowly slid then down with his left hand while his other wandered to my panties. Soon, he had slid those off, exposing my hairless pussy. It was possibly the first time he had ever seen it. I was actually very amazed that he showed no interest in taking my virginity before. I guess I was surprised he was so decent, even after all that he had put me through.
He inserted a finger childishly and started moving it around inside. I moaned quietly. He slid his finger out to reveal a thick layer of my pussy's own lubrication. Sliding his index and middle finger in deep, he moved them around. His knuckle was pressing against my clit. He thrusted them in and out slowly then ripped them out suddenly. He put his fingers that were soaked in my pussy juices to his face and slowly parted them.
"You're really wet..."
I sighed. Sometimes, his stupidity was unbelievable.
His next few actions seemed to be in complete slow-mo. Him taking off my shirt and bra, and his stripping completely except for his socks, him stroking his erection, eating and then fingering my wet, hot pussy. I could see him shifting as though he was finally going to stick his dick in me .
"Braden!" I bellowed from a hushed moan. He stopped and looked up at me.
"Do you have a condom?"
He stared at me blankly.
"Well?"
"I... uh... no, sorry..."
I sighed. "Don't cum in me, okay?"
Braden nodded excitedly and positioned his cock in front of my pussy then looked up at me. He slowly penetrated my tight, virgin pussy.
"Ooooooooh..." I moaned as I felt his thick, huge dick hit the back of my pussy for the first time. I felt my hot fluids slowly run down his shaft, along with my virgin blood.
"Feel good?" he asked. He thrusted out and back into slowly while caressing my rock hard nipples. I screamed with delight.
"Br...Aden..." I managed to sputter between moans.
I bet we look like wild animals, fucking on his old, ugly couch. I suddenly wished we had filmed it, though it was hard to think while being screwed so loudly.
He propped my up into a sitting position so he could finger my clit while he thrusted me.
He pinched, flicked, and toyed my clit playfully. I could barely muster it. I was breathing so hard that every exhale was an exhausted moan. My moaning grew louder. I could feel my first orgasm making it's way.
Braden noticed this, and picked up the pace.
"Yeah, baby, you like that?"
"Y-yes!"
"You like it when I fuck your pussy? Do you like it when I play with your horny little clit?"
"YEAHH!"
