He looked frustrated, a distant apathy in his eyes. I decided that I didn’t care about what he had to say. I was sick of him and his stupid ass face, thinking he could walk all over me and treat me like shit. “We’re done.” I said quietly and turned back around to walk in the opposite direction.
How foolish I had been to hope that anything would ever change, and that we could eventually make it work. I sobbed quietly as the distance between us increased, but I couldn’t help but to glance over my shoulder to see how he was reacting—or if he even was.
He just stood there, staring at me apathetically. There was no trace of emotion on his face, or any indication that he had anything left to say in his defense. Just as I turned my head back around and started walking, I could hear him yell my name.
“Emily! W–wait!” He stuttered and I could hear his loud, fast footsteps against the pavement as he ran towards me.
A sparkle of hope was lit inside my broken heart—would everything be perfect soon again, and this stupid argument gone like a speck of dust in the wind? I turned around and looked at him through wishful eyes, hoping to hear him say those three sweet words: I am sorry.
“You won’t tell Nolan, right?” He asked, panting slightly from the jog.
You have got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously? I stared at him with a blank face, unable to believe that that was all he had to say.
“Tsk.” I scoffed, staring into his confused eyes for a moment. He really had no clue.
I turned away and walked quickly across the street, not looking back again. He wasn’t worth it. I didn’t want to hear any more excuses, because he obviously didn’t even care about me one bit. I heard him yell something more, but I couldn’t hear him and I honestly didn’t care. As I stepped out of the street and onto the pavement on the other side, I wiped the last tear from my cheek and dug my phone up from my pocket.
“Where are you?” I texted my stepfather. He should be around here somewhere. I thought, feeling safer just from the thought.
Suddenly I remembered that Nolan thought that Cole was coming with me, and I would have to awkwardly explain why he wasn’t. I hope he doesn’t see that I’ve been crying.
I looked around myself, noticing how empty the street looked in front of the club, and how beautiful the colorful lights from the neon signs looked as they reflected against the rainy asphalt. Cole was nowhere to be seen—he had probably gone back inside the club to make arrangements with his… friends.
My phone buzzed in my hand, startling me slightly. “I’m near the city. Which place are you at?” My stepfather wrote back.
A smile appeared on my face again—I couldn’t help the fact that Nolan always made me smile—but it quickly faded once I remembered what Cole had said; that Nolan wasn’t my ‘real’ father. Maybe he was right, but the fact that Nolan isn’t my biological father, didn’t mean shit. My ‘real’ father had left me and my mother years ago, never to look back, and in my mind he was already dead. I sat down to wait on a small wooden bench by the park entrance, hoping that the beautiful, tranquil environment would help calm me down.
“Near the western park entrance, on a bench, alone.” I wrote and hit send.
I kept glancing from side to side, keeping a close eye on both sides of the street in hopes of seeing my stepfather’s car. I just wanted to go home and put an end to this shitty day. Soon, my phone vibrated again.
“Alone? Where’s your boyfriend?” Nolan wrote, with a sad smiley on the end.
I wasn’t sure how to answer. Maybe I should just tell him that we broke up. If anyone could make me feel better about it, it was Nolan.
“Yeah, he’s not coming back to our home ever again.” I responded, feeling even more nervous now that I was hinting towards a break–up.
The thought of never seeing Cole again made my heart break, even though I knew deep inside that he wasn’t anymore the person that he had been when we first met. A tear appeared in the corner of my eye and I blinked it away, suddenly remembering that I was wearing make–up.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed, frantically digging around my purse. I pulled out a small mirror and inspected my face meticulously for tear streaks—or any other signs of drama—but luckily there were none. All I could see was a girl with sad, tired eyes who was waiting for her father to save her. I quickly put the mirror away when I heard my phone receive another message.
“Why not?” Nolan wrote.
I groaned to myself. Of course he had to ask about it.
“You know… we had some problems, and it couldn’t go on.” I hoped that my vague explanation would be enough for him, and that he wouldn’t interrogate me like he did to everyone else.
After all, he worked as a police officer and was more than used to drug dealers and what kind of crowd they were. Nolan had been the first one to hint about Cole’s dealing habit—long before Cole had mentioned it to me himself. Coincidentally, all our problems had started around the same time…
“Drugs?” Nolan answered immediately.
I stared at the white–lit screen for a moment. I didn’t know if I should tell Nolan the truth, or lie to protect Cole. Fuck Cole.
“Yeah.” I answered plainly. Now, I really hoped that he wouldn’t interrogate me. I didn’t want him to think that I was involved with any of that stuff.
Suddenly the bright light of car beams shone in my face, and I turned my head to see Nolan’s car parking across the street. He rolled down the driver’s window and stuck his head outside with a wide smile. Faint, quiet music spilled out from his car.
“Your ride has arrived!” He said in a loud, cheerful tone.
I couldn’t see him well through the darkness, but I skipped happily across the street towards him. He reached through the car and pushed open the passenger door for me, and I slid inside and down onto the heated seat. It was a nice change after the cold wooden bench.
For some reason I was feeling shy, and my eyes darted across the car, looking everywhere except into Nolan’s face.
“Hey you.” He said as I closed the door and wrapped the seat belt around myself.
“Hey.” I mumbled. “Sorry for waking you up.” I added, finally mustering the courage of glancing up into his dark, brown eyes. There was no anger in his eyes—only quiet, caring calmness. He was making me feel better already just by being there.
“No worries.” He laughed and drove off onto the street. “I did promise to come, didn’t i?”
“Yeah, you did. Thanks…” I said, staring out the window of the car, with sadness written all over my face. Please don’t cry. I begged from myself. Just let it go for now and crawl under the bed sheets at home and cry there instead, please!
“It’s alright. So… did something happen?”
I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, trying to gather my head for a few seconds before I responded. What could I tell him that he didn’t already know? And why does he always need to ask about everything? Ugh, I hate these kinds of situations…
“We just broke up. You know why.” I explained briefly, feeling a tear appear in the corner of my eye again. I wiped it away quickly with the back of my hand.
“I think you made the right choice, hun.” Nolan patted my left thigh with his warm hand, leaving it for a moment against my bare skin.
“You think so?” I said softly, blushing faintly from his touch. I loved it when he put his hand on my thighs—or anywhere else on my body for that matter. Please don’t stop. I hoped quietly and placed my hand on top of his, wrapping my fingers in between his. I recalled memories of him rubbing my thigh with his steady hand—softly, slowly and always without a single care in the world.
I looked up and watched his face from the side, seeing the serious wrinkle in his forehead appear as he concentrated on driving. Suddenly he turned his head and caught me gazing at him. I felt strange all of the sudden, as if all the sadness in my heart had been replaced by joy and excitement.
“Clearly that dude wasn’t good for you.”
He tried to console me.
In truth, it was working. I felt as if a huge weight had lifted off of my shoulders. I was starting to feel like I might be able to get past this after all.
“Are you hungry?” Nolan continued. The thought of stopping at a grimy corner store or gas station restaurant didn’t appeal to me very much. I felt bad enough already about the break–up, I didn’t need the added inevitable guilt of shoving fast food down my throat.
“No thanks!” I said quickly. “I’m not hungry.”
“Well, I want some!” Nolan said with an excited look on his face. He loved to eat out—even if it was just at the corner store café, or the neighborhood barbecue.
“Oh, come on. Can’t we just go home?” I pleaded jokingly.
He looked at me and smiled again, but he didn’t answer. However, a moment later he drove straight past the ramp to fast food heaven, as he liked to call it, and headed straight home instead.
I could feel his thumb move in circular movements, slowly caressing the outside of my thigh. Just when I had thought there would be no more temptations, he teased me in this way. He must know that I like it… otherwise he wouldn’t do it, would he? I thought quietly to myself. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat with a faint smile on my face, enjoying the tingling sensations that his hand shot through my body.
My hand started to wander up my leg, as if by instinct, and rolled my dress up higher, exposing my soft pale skin. I wished that he could get curious and let his hand wander higher and feel the inside of my thigh… I didn’t dare to open my eyes, but I could feel the warmness on my cheeks, and the sudden wetness between my legs.
The car started to slow down, and so did the movements of his hand. Had I scared him? Had I ruined the moment? As the car stopped completely, I opened my eyes to see what was going on. Nolan had parked the car at the side of the road, but it was still on. His hand had lifted from my thigh but was hovering close by, as if he was being very careful—indecisive, perhaps?
“Why did we stop?” I asked quietly, turning my head towards the right and seeing Nolan look back at me, his eyes reflected against the window. I opened my eyes completely, watching the intense look in his eyes and trying to figure out what it meant.
“You tell me.” He whispered, and not a second later I felt his hand on my thigh again. This time it felt heavier, as if he was pushing down on me. He was feeling me out with confidence now.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes again, embracing his warm, tender touch. He slid his hand in under my dress, almost going in between my legs. This is it! This is the moment I’ve always wanted. I hadn’t expected his touch to feel this way—so warm, and so strong. He seemed to know just what I wanted as his hand slowly caressed my skin. I just hoped that he wanted it too.
His fingers continued to wander higher up my thigh. As they brushed against the seam of my panties, I couldn’t help but to inhale sharply and hold my breath. But just as I thought the moment had come, his hand slid down across my thigh again. What a tease. I thought, frustrated. My pussy felt hot and wet, throbbing with need and arousal. I wanted him to touch me. Now.
I closed my eyes and relaxed my tense body, sinking back into the leathery car seat. Cole was long gone from my mind, and all I could think about was Nolan’s hot hand rubbing my skin. His hand teased my thigh, caressing it with a gentle touch in its most sensitive areas. It wandered up and down, to the side and in between my thighs—everywhere except where I wanted it to go. After a short moment, I was squirming in my seat, subconsciously pressing my lower body against his hand, as if to invite him.
I spread my legs and he let his hand wander up in between them, gently tickling it as he went. As my leg ended, so did his caresses, and I bit my lip anxiously, quietly begging for him to make the next move. His finger probed the space between my thigh and the seam of my panties, touching me where no–one had ever touched me before. I gasped instantly as his hot finger touched my swollen, pink pussy—unable to contain myself.
“Well, you seem… excited.” Nolan whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “I had no idea you liked my touch that much.”
I sighed quietly before answering. “You have no idea…”
I thought back through my life, trying to find the first time I knew that I wanted to fuck Nolan. Was it the first time I saw him in his uniform—dark blue, sleek and mysterious?—or the first time I saw him without a shirt on, perhaps? His muscular torso and arms stood out even now through the thin fabric of his gray crewneck.
Another one of Nolan’s fingers slipped under the seam of my panties and spread my pussy lips apart, becoming soaked in my horny juices in the process. My sensitive, virgin pussy was pulsating heavily, sending signal after signal of intense pleasure to my brain, causing me to twitch and pant slightly.
I reached for my belt and unbuckled it, allowing myself to lay back against the window and spread my legs wider. My fingers grasped my panties and pulled them down slowly, my body wiggling in the seat as I slowly removed them.
I opened my eyes and looked up at Nolan, suddenly seeing him in a completely new light. The was a blush on his sunburnt cheeks and a frisky smirk on his lips, but the thing that took me most by surprise was the look of intense desire in his dark, brown eyes. He looked like a man that hadn’t eaten for a very long time, and had finally been presented with a massive buffet.
My eyes glanced over his sharp jaw and onto his muscular arms. I bit my lip as I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his bicep. It felt stiff and tense under my hand—as if he was tensing it intentionally—and I enjoyed the touch thoroughly. My other hand wandered down over his chest, finding its way underneath his shirt and touching the bare, hairy skin of his torso.
“You like that?” He whispered, wrapping his free hand around a lock of my hair.
“I do.” I confessed, dragging my hand along the shape of his ribcage.
“Then you’re going to love this.” Nolan suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down against the car door. His hands wrapped around my knees and pulled me towards him, causing me to lay down on my back in the seat. I couldn’t help but to let out a giggle as his finger playfully tickled my inner thigh.
Nolan pressed his body against mine gently, holding most of his weight up with one hand, while the other teased my body. I could feel his stiff, throbbing cock poking my leg through the fabric of his pants. He moved his head down and placed his lips against my neck, kissing it softly. I cocked my head back and let out a pleased moan, shivers shooting through my body as his lips tickled my sensitive skin.
Meanwhile, his hand was slowly dragging itself up my inner thigh, causing me to breathe heavily with anticipation. His fingers spread my wet pussy lips, and pleasure shot through me like an electrical volt the instant he brushed against my swollen bud. It was intense, like nothing I’d ever felt before—not even on my own.
Nolan’s lips tightened against the skin of my neck, suddenly biting with gently with his teeth. I gasped at the pain, but it felt good at the same time. His thumb circled my clit, teasing it endlessly, while his other fingers spread and rubbed my blood–filled folds.
Nolan’s lips lifted from my neck and moved to my mouth, gripping my bottom lip between his teeth. I had started to grind my body against his fingers, causing his fingers to slide up and down my fold and causing me immense pleasure. With his thumb still caressing my peak, his middle finger wandered down and teased my opening.
He probed it gently and I let out a groan, feeling my pussy clench tightly around his finger. I wrapped my legs around Nolan and pressed my body against him, letting my hands across his back and scratching it slightly. He groaned as I did, and suddenly pressed his finger into me.
“Ah…” I moaned, suddenly frozen.
He started to move his finger around inside of me, massaging my inner walls; all the while his thumb rubbed my clit. I held my breath, unable to concentrate on anything except the pleasure that his touch was giving me.
My han
d found its way behind Nolan’s head and grasped firmly around his silky hair, pressing down on it slightly as if I was channeling all the pleasure out of my fingertips. My nails dug into his scalp as he picked up the pace, and a warm, tense feeling was building up inside of me—a pressure, as if something was pounding on the door of my body and bursting to get out.
I could feel it taking over me more and more as Nolan’s fingers flicked faster and harder, making me moan and gasp loudly. Then my entire body tensed up and it was as if I exploded. Shivers shot across my body like arrows, all the way from the core of my body and out to my fingertips.
“Oh… God…” I moaned between sharp, shallow breaths. “Nolan… it feels so good!”
I had never imagined that it could feel this good—and if I had, I’d had lost my virginity much sooner! But ultimately, I was glad that it was with Nolan. My pussy was throbbing and increasingly sensitive, and each touch of Nolan’s gentle hands as he pulled away, caused me even more pleasure.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He mumbled and smiled at me, reaching out to grab my hand.
He placed it on the outside of his pants over his groin, letting me feel the massive, stiff erection through his sweat pants. With sudden confidence, I grabbed his pants by the seam and pulled them down slowly, revealing his rock hard, thick, straight cock. It stood tall and proud, poking out right towards my face.
At this moment, Nolan reached behind him and shut down the car completely, causing the lights to go out and leave us in the darkness. All I could see was him and his fat cock, illuminated by the dim street lights outside. Parked on the side of the road, I reached out and started to stroke Nolan’s cock. It felt warm between my fingers—just like his hands.
As I rubbed his throbbing thickness, I couldn’t help but to wonder what it tasted like. He was letting out soft, quiet moans of pleasure every now and then, his hand entwined in my hair and stroking my hair softly. But I didn’t want a soft treatment—I wanted him to groan and pant and sweat, all from the pleasure I was about to give him.
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