This story is a continuation of my first story, if you haven't read the first one you may miss some important details. I would like to sincerely thank Teloz for doing a wonderful job editing both my stories, I couldn't have done it without him. I have already started chapter three and it should be completed soon. I will keep them coming as long as people keep reading. I hope you enjoy!
Amelia sat upon Kevin's lap, bare breasted, displaying her smooth skin to him, her nipples were hard with the chill of the air and excitement. The evening had been full of so many unexpected events. Moments ago she had watched Gretchen, Hannah, and Joe make love in ways she had never even imagined, and she had become more aroused than she had ever thought possible. Now she was about to give her virginity to a man she had met just hours ago. She considered telling him that this would be her first time. She was vulnerable and nervous, as she contemplated the situation. He touched her gently almost as if he sensed her nervousness. His touch calmed her.
"There's something I need to tell you. I'm a virgin." Amelia's voice was a mere whisper.
Kevin tenderly cupped her chin in his hand and upturned her face to meet his sincere gaze.
"Listen, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
Touched by his gesture Amelia kissed him, softly at first but as their kiss lingered on it turned into something more. She stood above him topless, and slowly pulled her skirt down, looking at him as his eyes drank her in. Kevin sat up and unhurriedly reached for the waistband of her small white panties, he slowly pulled them down, his hands brushed against her thighs all the way down to her feet. She stepped out of them as she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. She took a dominant stance above him. She kissed him and pushed him down on the fluffy blankets beneath them. She straddled him as she pulled his shirt over his head revealing his tan satin skin. She fumbled with his jeans and quickly unbuttoned them, pulling them down to his ankles. Kevin kicked his feet free of his jeans and stripped his body bare to oblige her.
Her nervousness was replaced by a strange thrill, a feeling of control, and she liked it. She kissed him and lay him back again, this time there was no cloth barrier between them. Their hot skin pressed together, her moistness meeting his hardness as it rubbed against her, begging for entry. His cock was long and sleek with a perfect mushroom shaped head. With each kiss and suckle she placed upon his skin his dick throbbed and his body's reaction excited her. She tested this theory and relished the fact that she controlled him, that she could tempt him, and make him subject to her every whim. She arched her back to press her wetness even more powerfully against him.
She moved in a circular rotation as she teased his cock and her clit with each heavy stroke. She let go of herself, and closed her eyes as every sensation coursed through her body. Her hands pulled her long auburn hair off her back and her pale creamy skin glowed, flushed with the warmth of desire, an intense contrast to his dark silken skin. Like an artist making each careful brush stroke she too moved with a sense of purpose. Her sex was dripping with anticipation, each movement awakening her sexuality even more, and building her desire.
"I want you, please I need to be inside you," Kevin's voice, raspy with desperation sent a chill down Amelia's spine.
Without a single word she allowed him to slide inside her slowly. She felt the tip of him enter her, she moaned feeling the first penetration. There was no physical barrier, no blood or pain as she had heard there would be. Perhaps the bike accident she had had at age eight had claimed her hymen, making her a virgin in name only. Her body moved to push him further inside her, he grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her down on him, selfishly forcing himself inside her without consideration of her feelings or her gratification. With each movement her clit rubbed against his pubic bone sending vibrations through her, urging her body to move faster and faster. He continued pulling her down hard, worried only about his own orgasm, pounding her in ways no virgin should sustain. Although she was unsure of his motives, she felt no emotional connection with him, she tried to focus only on the physical pleasure each stroke his slender cock made as it entered her. She felt a pressure building inside her and she wanted to let it go, and melt away from her heated core like lava. She wanted nothing more than to feel the release she had witnessed on the faces of the three lovers she has watched earlier.
"I'm about to cum, get up, get up now!" Kevin moved frantically and pushed her off him, nearly knocking her down. His hand grabbed his cock and he gave it a few savage jerks before it made a mess on his belly, he wiped the goo clean with a blanket and abruptly stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to go now." He grabbed his clothes and left without another word.
Amelia sat there dumbstruck and unsatisfied. This was not how she envisioned her first time, she felt used, cheated, and disappointed, her eyes pricked with tears. This was not like any scene she had seen in the movies, not the loving affection displayed, the cuddling, hand holding, or loving gazes she had seen so many times in her mind.
Moments after she had been deflowered the twins said their good byes to Joe and all three girls sneaked back into the house arriving at the girls sugary pink room. Amelia made an alternative bed on the soft carpet, while the twins lay in their own beds. She lay there cupping her sore, battered sex in her hands and cried herself to sleep. Used and thrown away like a Kleenex, she closed her eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.
The sun glared through the window and hit her face in an unpleasant way, waking her as she sprawled on the bedroom floor, harsh reality hitting her more brutally than the sun. She was no longer a virgin, she was no longer pure, and she had given her most precious gift to a complete and total stranger, who, apparently, was a self centered jerk.
Amelia looked over to see Hannah and Gretchen sound asleep, their bodies intertwined together much like they had been the night before. They looked much more innocent when sleeping, like the dolls she had thought they were when she first laid eyes on them. She quietly made her way down the stairs and crept out the door. Once outside she breathed a sigh of relief, she did not have to face her demons this morning, she would go home and take a very long hot shower and wash away her shame.
Once home she walked directly to the shower, undressed, and stood in the stream of scorching water trying and failing to erase the horrible mistake she had made.
"I'm so stupid, how could I..?" Her voice trailed off, replaced by quiet sobs. Her warm tears trailed down her face camouflaged by the shower.
Never in a million years would she have thought a single decision would change her life so much. She felt horrible about herself, and she had no one to talk to about it. She didn't want anyone to know, this would be her secret disgrace. She spent the rest of the weekend silent in her room, finding comfort in the music flowing from the radio, and the warmth of her own blanket.
Monday morning came and the dread of facing the kids at school and her best friend Simone weighed heavy on her. Amelia felt as though she was wearing a banner that said "slut" across her chest. The school bus arrived at the school, and for the first time, Amelia was the last one off the bus. She made her way slowly to her locker hoping to avoid everyone along the way.
