The Bully’s Birthday and Making AmendsIn my day to day life I was a very shy and reserved girl. I didn’t speak unless spoken to, I dressed modestly, which meant no sleeveless shirts or above the knee skirts or dresses. Halloween was different, though. Halloween was my time to shine. Every time October came around my heart would race and my mind would count down the seconds until we fell onto that glorious day of costumage. My outfits were always carefully planned and executed. I rocked the costume contests every fucking year since I was 14, just not anywhere I might run into someone I knew. Since I just turned 18, I decided to take my costume to a much riskier place. My crush, and bully, was throwing a Halloween party that I, of course wasn’t invited to. So I was going to crash it. He made fun of my clothes, my hair, my lack of makeup. He just put me down in general and made me feel like crap about myself, which made me less willing to take those risks and change the things he didn’t like about me. But over the past summer and through the beginning of the school year he hadn’t bothered me as much and I found myself ridiculously enamored with him. He was basically the embodiment of everything I wanted to be, but was afraid of doing. He had tattoos up both arms, on his chest and back, up his neck and from what I’d seen during gym they continued down to at least his hips. He had a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing, his tongue was pierced and he wore gauges and had shoulder length brown hair. He was the bad boy of our school and he ran the hierarchy of students. When I got home from school on the 31st, a Friday, I ran straight to my room and started getting ready. The first step was to dye my normally brown hair a coppery red. (I suggest following the directions and not dying your eyebrows, but I did it anyway.) With that done and after having a shower to remove every inch of hair on my body, I started tying my hair up close to my head, ensuring my hair dried in perfectly formed ringlets as I worked on the rest of my costume. My makeup was bold and heavy, a rich royal purple smoked out into a thick black winged eyeliner. My complexion was already very nice, but I wanted that chiseled model look so I contoured and highlighted appropriately. Then I put on a pinkish nude lip and a bit of an emerald and violet glittered gloss. I shimmied my way into my dress, which was little more than a bodice and v shaped skirt that came up to my hipbones on either side. I put body glitter over my chest, arms, and legs, creating the slightest glitter when I turned around. The emerald and violet beads and gems on the princess cut bodice shimmered with a similar twinkle and I smiled. Technically the dress had sleeves, but they were essentially decorative ribbons of black lace that d****d loosely over my upper arms. When I stepped into the ridiculously overpriced designer purple velvet high heels I’d bought for the outfit it suddenly felt worth it. I let my hair down and tousled the curls loose then looked at myself in the mirror. I could probably not even wear the mask and no one would recognize me. Between the hair color and style change and the makeup, I looked like a very different person. And looking at my outfit, I knew no one would really be looking at my face. Beneath the layers of clothes I wore on the regular, I had a very muscular and athletic body that was really only seen through freshman year in PE. I got my credit and it wasn’t required after that first year, so I had no reason to torture myself with that. I did, however, compete in roller derby out of state, which gave my legs and core a constant workout. I pinned the intricately scrolled and decorated Venetian mask into my hair and then covered the whole outfit up with a thrift shopped long black leather trench coat, in my crush’s size as I intended it as a gift to him, considering Halloween also happened to be his birthday and was the purpose behind the party. I was about an hour late, which was intentional, and arrived on foot after asking my driver to drop me off at the end of the block. I walked in quietly and took in the various costumes. Someone handed me a drink and I sat it down on a nearby table. I recognized pretty much everyone in their very low effort costumes, but a few of my classmates actually made the effort and it was harder to tell who they were. I walked slowly between people, smiled and mingled, but I didn’t speak, I just curtseyed as I made my way through. I made it to the kitchen and mixed my own drink and carried it with me as I made my way up the back stairs. I worked my way through the people and back to the living room, Gavin was sitting on a couch with his friends, most of them were already out of it on something that was spread over the coffee table. Gavin was in the middle, laughing about something, but he was much more clear headed than the others were. I approached and Gavin glanced up at me, his devil costume was fairly low effort, but still effective, he was wearing his normal clothes but did some actual fx around his forehead to make the horns look like they were protruding from his skin and he had really nice fangs in, which I noticed when he smiled. But otherwise, he hadn’t really changed his look.“I like your jacket,” he yelled at me over the roar of the music. I smiled and curtseyed, pulling the edges of the jacket up slightly. I bent my finger and tilted my head slightly as I beckoned him up from the couch. He was smirking and put his cup down on the coffee table then got up and moved into the crowd with me. I lured him off to a corner of the room and when he approached me he backed me into the corner, he looked excited. I sat my cup down on a table next to me and looked up at him.I began to unbutton the coat, slowly revealing my costume beneath. His smile grew almost as much as his pants tented. I slid the jacket off of my shoulders. He reached out towards me and I moved, carefully sliding the jacket onto him. He laughed a bit and shook his head, but watched as I moved behind him. “Whats your name?” he asked in a more normal tone, it was quieter over here.I put my finger to my lips and arched my eyebrow, but he couldn’t see it beneath my mask. He smirked and looked around the room, trying to see if he could figure out who I was, “Adriane? Lexi? Chelsea?”I shook my head and crinkled my nose at the guesses. He moved closer and I backed up, bumping into the table that had my drink on it, which slid off the surface. Gavin moved quickly to catch it and reached past me to sit it on the bookshelf behind me as he leaned over me I could smell him, he had this intoxicating scent of leather, black pepper, and burning wood about him. He was blushing as he looked down at me. When he moved to put the drink on the bookshelf, his crotch pressed into my upper thigh and I could feel just how hard he was. He didn’t make a move to step away though, so I slid my fingertips up his inner thigh and he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Who are you?” he asked in such a quiet tone that I wasn’t sure if he’d meant for me to hear him. I moved my hand to cup his cock and he grabbed my wrist and pushed it away as he saw Chelsea quickly approaching us, fury on her face. “What the fuck?” she yelled as soon as she knew he had seen her. He rolled his eyes and looked to Chelsea, “You broke up with me two weeks ago to fuck Zeke, I don’t even know why you’re here, I didn’t invite you.” She was in an angel costume that consisted of white hot pants, a bustier, and a novelty store wings and halo set. I was getting the attention she normally did and she didn’t like it one bit. She scoffed and tried to push past Gavin, but he held his arm out to the table beside us, blocking her path to me. “Go home, Chels,” Gavin said as he stared her down. “I just wanna know who the slut is,” she countered as she grabbed his wrist and tried to get past him.He looked around, “Looks like you’re the only slut here, now either get out or go try and make me jealous by humping whatever desperate lonely soul you can get your claws into.”She looked furious as she turned and huffed away. Gavin reached back and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs and down the hall to his bedroom. Inside were a couple of classmates fucking on the floor and he groaned, “Get the fuck out of my room, Christ!” They scrambled up and gathered their clothes as he practically shoved kurtköy escort them out of the room and slammed the door behind them. He laughed as he leaned his head against the door. “I didn’t even want to have this fucking party,” he exclaimed as he turned his head to look at me. I was standing in the middle of his bedroom floor, watching him intently. He turned and leaned his back against the door and looked at the sleeves on the jacket, “So is this for me?” he asked. I nodded. “I don’t even know who you are you got me a leather jacket for my birthday? Everyone else just brought booze and d**gs,” he pulled the jacket off and looked at it, specifically the label inside and just looked back at me, “This is a legit…Who are you?”It was really old and valuable, a leather Naval Officer style jacket. I’d found it in a thrift store marked down to $20 because nobody knew what they had. They sell for hundreds of dollars online. I shrugged. He put the jacket over a chair and he huffed a little, “What’s with the no speaking routine?” he asked. I smiled and motioned to my outfit. “Part of the costume?” I nodded. He approached me and backed me up to his bed, “Will you talk if I get you out of your costume?” he said it with a smirk that suited his costume perfectly. I bit my lower lip and tried hard to not blush or smile too big and shrugged. He ran his fingertips up the sides of my face and lifted the mask slightly but felt the resistance of the bobby pins holding it in place. He carefully found each one and removed them from my hair until the mask came away easily. He tilted my face up towards him by placing his fingers under my chin. He was looking at me intently, trying to place my face but not quite doing so. I smiled and closed my eyes as I pulled out of his grip. I headed back towards his bedroom door and he whined a little until he saw that I was just locking his bedroom door. He followed me and put his hands on the door behind me, on either side of my head. “I know you. I know I do,” he whispered. Again, I wasn’t sure if he’d intended me to hear it or if he was just speaking out loud to himself. He slid his hand down the door and then down my side until his fingertips came to the slits in the fabric at my hip bones. When his fingers touched my skin he pulled them away quickly almost as if he’d burned himself, but when I didn’t flinch or even look away, he put them back on me and slid his hand back to grab my ass as his other hand held the back of my head. He looked me in the eye and I said nothing as he racked his brain. His fingers grasped and rubbed both my ass and the back of my head, “I don’t know any redheads,” he said under his breath. I smiled, which made him smile, “You’re not normally a redhead…” I tried not to smile bigger and shrugged. “It’s not a wig,” he said as he caressed the back of my head and tugged lightly on my hair. I shook my head. “Do you go to school with me?” I blushed a little and he smiled, “So come Monday I’ll know who you are regardless because your hair will still be red.” I nodded. “Will you just do one thing for me?” he asked. I tilted my head slightly, quizzically. “Tell me happy birthday,” he said more than asked.I smiled and leaned up on my tip-toes and he leaned down. I kissed his cheek, and his jaw. I held his chin in my hand and let my lips brush against his ear, “Happy Birthday, Gavin,” I whispered in a slow steady breath.He closed his eyes and smiled and I leaned up just far enough to kiss him softly on the lips.He grasped my butt and lifted me off of the floor, my back pressed against the door and his hips held me up high enough that he could kiss me deeply and with ease. I moaned and slid my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. There was a lot of charged sexual tension between us and I enhanced it by pushing myself down against the bulge in his jeans and grinding against him as he kissed me. He had both hands on my upper thighs and ass, holding me steady against his door. His grip on me was tight enough to leave bruises, I was sure of it. Then he pulled out of the kiss and lowered me back to the floor. His hand left my ass and slid over to the lock on the bedroom door. He didn’t look away from my eyes, so he fumbled with the lock for a second, but unlocked it. “You should go,” he said softly. I looked away from him, down to the floor and nodded, “I’m sorry,” I said. I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled a little and took off my heels and began running down the sidewalk, headed back the nearly five miles towards my house in a costume that only just barely passed the mark for being fully clothed. I stopped at the library and sat on the stairs for a little while to catch my breath. I was crying a little and trying not to feel incredibly stupid as I sat there. It was freezing out and I didn’t bring anything warm to wear home. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that, but I wasn’t going to leave the party with the jacket I’d given him as a present. I lay my head against cool stone at the side of the stairs and closed my eyes. I just wanted to gather my thoughts, to calm down so I could breathe normally. I was sitting there for what seemed like forever, curled up on myself to conserve warmth as much as I could in almost no clothing. When I opened my eyes I felt warm again, and soft instead of the hard stone of the steps. My vision was blurry for a few seconds but it cleared after a bit and I saw Gavin sitting behind the wheel of a car, his head was on the steering wheel and his hands were over his head. It was his car, I’d guess? It didn’t feel like we were moving. There was a blanket over me and the heater was on. We were parked outside of the library. I just sat there, looking at him. After a few minutes he looked over at me and smiled when he saw that I was awake. I didn’t move, or smile, or do anything but blink. “You’re lucky I figured it out,” he said as he reached over to feel my cheeks, they were red and windburned from running in the cold, but they were warming up and he sighed in relief. I pulled the blanket off of me somewhat, my hands and arms were red from the cold, but they felt like they were burning. He put the blanket back over me, “Stay under until you completely warm up. It still took me nearly an hour to figure it out and actually find you.” “I feel hot though,” I said and tried to pull the blanket back off of me but he held it up over me. “It’s because you were in the cold long too long. You need to really warm up,” he said as I continued to struggle and protest. “Do you actually know who I am or are you hoping I’ll think you know and not try to hide it?” I asked. He smirked a little, “I know. I went around after you left and took note of everyone that was there and who wasn’t. You crashed my birthday party, but you’re also the only one that told me happy birthday, and the only one that actually brought a gift, so I can’t even be mad about it.” “What if I’m not one of your classmates?” I asked. “Jessica Brighton, the frumpy girl with mousy brown hair and oversized clothes at school,” he said as he looked me over. I shrugged, “You didn’t treat me like I was frumpy tonight.” He nodded, “Because you weren’t. Where’s this girl been the past four years?” he asked with a slight laugh. “Bullied and afraid to explore anything different,” I said quietly. He looked away from me when I said it, then turned back to me, “Of all people, why did you get me a present? I’ve treated you like shit and you had the most reason to avoid anything celebrating me at all.” I pulled the blanket over my head and he tugged it back down, “You said I had to stay covered until I’m warm,” I protested.“You’re avoiding my question, not warming up,” he replied. I pulled the blanket off of me and pointed at my costume, “I wanted to be memorable but unknown, a ghost of a girl that you’d never see again after tonight.” “Wouldn’t the hair be a dead giveaway come Monday?” he asked as he reached over and tugged on one of my curls. “I was going to dye it back over the weekend,” I said as I pulled my hair away from him. “Why’d you want me to leave?” I asked.“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave, I said you should leave. Should leave, as in a ‘I can still think clearly right now and know this is going to progress if you don’t and I don’t know how sober you are and you weren’t saying anything, so consent was murky and I don’t maltepe escort want to fuck up my life because I got turned on and ignored reason,’ type of you should leave,” he said. “Why’d you come after me?” I asked.“Because I know you’re like 7 miles from my house and it’s barely 40 degrees outside. Plus, the jacket you came in was laying on the chair in my bedroom. I know I’ve been an asshole to you, but I’m not a monster. I wasn’t going to let you freeze or get frostbite or something while walking home.” “It was too warm for me to get frostbite and it’s closer to 5 miles from your house. I was almost home and just sat down to catch my breath because I ran most of it,” I said. “You were passed out. I tried to wake you up and you just mumbled something and passed back out…” “That’s a sign of hypothermia, not frostbite.” He smirked, “I liked it better when you weren’t talking.” I scowled at him and he reached his hand over to my arm, putting the back of his hand against my skin, “You’re still too cold.”He started to climb over the center console and climbed into the seat beside me, “Put your arms under my shirt,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.I did as he asked me to and he cringed as my arms touched his skin, so did I actually. He was so warm it felt like he was burning me. He reached over and turned the heater up higher and pulled my legs up into the seat. He rubbed his hands over my back, and up and down my arms and legs, trying to warm me up. I curled up against him and didn’t object, I was freezing and my teeth were chattering but I was trying to act like I was fine.After a few minutes he put his hand under my chin and lifted it to get me to look at him, “Your lips are still kinda purplish,” he said. I was shivering all over and just nodded, “I didn’t think through the leaving part.”He kissed me and I tensed up momentarily. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and in spite of my better judgment, they were a welcomed distraction from the chills that were going through my body.“Can I take you back to my house?” he asked, “or I can just take you home if you want,” he added quickly as he looked away from me. I hesitated before answering, “I want to go home,” I said. He nodded and started to climb back into the driver’s seat but I grabbed his hand, “Is everyone still at your house?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, “I doubt they even noticed I left to be honest.” I thought about it for a minute while he rubbed his hands slowly over my exposed skin, the warmth of his hands had faded, but it still felt nice. I looked up at him and bit my lip slightly, “Let’s go to your house.” He smiled and quickly climbed back into the driver’s seat and headed back to his house. It didn’t take nearly as long to drive from his house as it had taken me to run the distance I had, but it was a long enough ride for us to talk and me to warm up enough to take the blue tinge away from my lips. Along the way he confessed that he gave me such a hard time because staying at the top of the high school hierarchy was important to his parents and it didn’t matter that treating people like shit made him feel like shit, so long as he was top dog, his dad was fine. He apologized for all of the ridicule and put downs I had endured over the past few years and stressed he was done with all of that. He was just sick of dragging people down for no reason. When we got back to his house a lot of the party had died down, some k**s had left, some still lingered, the alcohol was mostly gone, as were the d**gs and the people who brought both were gone as well. He helped me into his house and once inside we ran into a very drunk, or maybe high, Chelsea.At first she came after me, but Gavin got between us again and guided her back towards the living room. Then she was all over Gavin, begging him to take her back and promising to make it worth his while. While she was hanging onto him and trying to unfasten his belt, he pulled out his phone and sent her a text. She heard the notification go off and got distracted enough that he was able to put her on the couch, where she proceeded to fall asleep. He apologized to me and he guided me up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom next to his bedroom. He came into the room with me and ran a warm, but not hot, bath. “This should help you warm up quicker. There’s towels and such behind this door, I’ll be just outside if you need anything,” he said as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out.I grabbed his hand before he left, “Stay?” I asked.He nodded and came back in the room, closing the door behind him. He put the back of his hand on my cheek and trailed it down my neck and over my shoulder, then down my arm, “You feel warmer,” he said. I nodded and gathered the courage to move closer to him, “Are you cold?” I asked. He shook his head and put his hand on my hip. I looked down at his hand and smiled, “Do you want to pretend you’re cold so you can come into the bath with me?” I asked. He whined a little and looked from me, to the tub and back to me again, “What are you doing?” he asked as his hands slid up my outer thighs and under my skirt. “Letting you finish apologizing,” I said, moving just a couple of steps closer to him and began unfastening his belt. I was much more fluid than Chelsea had been and with no resistance from Gavin. I bit my lip and looked up at him as I unfastened and then unzipped his jeans. He made no move to stop me, but his hands tightened their grip on my thighs as I grasped his waistband and slid them down his thighs as I knelt down in front of him. His hands slid up my body as I moved down his. I looked at him and he grabbed my hands and pulled me back up to my feet. He turned me around and took off his shoes and pants then slid his hand along the side of my dress and unzipped it enough to pull it down my body. I stepped out of it and turned back around to face him. My hands slid under his t-shirt and I pulled it up and lifted it over his head as he bent over and helped me pull it off of him. I was only wearing a small pair of emerald green panties and he was wearing a pair of black boxers. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs until they were at my ankles and I could step out of them. I expected him to stand back up after he’d pulled them off, instead, he just looked at my body, his hands on the backs of my thighs. It made me feel insecure and panic was close to setting in, thinking it was a trick and I’d been tricked and this was just another game, another way to ridicule me and hurt me. Then he kissed my inner thigh, kind of forcing my legs open just a bit. His lips moved higher, then to the right and he closed his lips over my clit, giving it long slow lick back and forth. I moaned and my knees went a little weak as I grabbed onto his shoulder for support. His hands groped at my inner thighs, pulling at them as he dragged his tongue over me and pulled me partially over him, one leg over his shoulder, my hands on the back of his head, and my other leg quickly buckling as his tongue slid into me. I moaned loudly and he moved closer, curling his tongue over my clit, the metal ball on his piercing was cool against what may have been the only part of me that remained a normal temperature. His lips closed over me and the hoop of his lip ring dragged along a sensitive area, it tickled slightly. I was tingling and didn’t really know what to do with myself as worked my pussy and held me up as he did so. My legs were little more than jello. He groped and squeezed my thighs as he worked to hold me up when my legs were incapable, but he didn’t stop what he was doing at all. His lips and tongue savored me until I tensed up and cried out. His movements softened, and I could feel him smiling as he gently lapped at me until I stopped shivering. He pulled my leg off of his shoulder and I nearly fell as I stood on my own feet again.His lips had a gloss to them and he pulled me down my knees with him and kissed me hard, his tongue lapped at mine and I could taste myself on him. I circled my tongue along his tongue ring and he moaned softly. My hand groped his cock through his boxers and he reached down and pulled them off of his hips, freeing his cock for me to touch, and I did, trailing my fingers over the shaft and up along the wet tip, wrapping my hand along the underside of kartal escort him and stroking slowly and gently as we continued to kiss. He pulled free of the kiss and looked me in the eye, “Your bath is getting cold.” I nodded and bent down, licking the moisture from the tip of his cock. He groaned and gathered my hair in his hands rubbing the back of my head and neck as I began to suck on his cock. He let me move my lips down over the head and moaned as I stuck out my tongue and dragged it up as my lips moved back to the tip. He pulled my hair and pulled my lips off of him. “Can I…” he asked as he trailed off and rubbed his fingers along the wetness of my pussy. I nodded and he pulled me up onto his lap and found a bit of resistance as he tried to push into me. I shifted and he moved slightly and then I felt a pop and we both whimpered as I slid down onto him. It hurt and I was shivering again for completely different reasons. He moved his hand up my back and curled it over my shoulder to pull me down against him a little harder. I gasped and he stopped. “You okay?” he asked as he looked at me. I bit my lip and nodded, blinking away the tears that were filling my eyes. He stopped and tugged my lip free of my teeth with his thumb, “You’re not okay, we can stop,” he moved his hand from my shoulder to my inner thigh and started to lift me off of him, but I pushed his hand away and lowered myself fully down onto him with a loud whimper, tightening my thighs and cringing as I sat firmly against his lap. A few tears were trailing from the corners of my eyes and he tried to get me to lift my face up to look at him but I clung to his shoulders and kept my forehead pressed against his chest as I breathed through the worst bit of the pain. “Jessica?” he whispered into my ear. It got my attention and I looked up at him, he was cringing and crying almost as much as I was. “You’re digging your fingernails into my back really deep,” he kind of choked out as he tried to laugh it off. I let go of him and I had blood on my fingertips, “Oh god! I’m so sorry!” “Fair’s fair,” he said as he moved in me slightly causing me to whimper and put my hand on my lower abdomen. “Do you want to stop?” he asked. I shook my head, “I just need a minute.” He kissed my cheek and pushed my hair off of my shoulders so it was all going down my back, “It’ll hurt less as I move,” he offered. I bit my lip and nodded. We both began to move slightly, just rocking back and forth a little helped ease the pain some, but his gentle upwards movements helped too. He kissed my breasts each time he lifted me up, sucking on them and teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth. He was groaning and guiding my hips against his, rubbing my clit with his thumb as his hand guided me down onto his cock. He leaned his head back and moaned, “Fuck me.” It wasn’t a direction so much as just an utterance of enjoyment, but I was feeling a bit more confident and took it to heart. I moved up and down on him a little faster and he moaned louder, his thumb rubbed my clit back and fort, almost absentmindedly as he was greatly distracted and trying hard to focus on not cumming. He bit his lip, tugging at his own lip piercing and I leaned forward and licked his lip. He smiled and squeezed my hips, tugging me down hard against him, making me yelp and giggle. We kissed and moved against one another as the water in the tub grew cold. His thumb rubbing in little circles around my clit as his cock moved in and out of me made me shiver and moan, after a little while I tensed up and he groaned as he felt my cunt contracting against his dick. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his hands, watching my body as I rode him just a little harder and faster through my orgasm. My tits bounced slightly, they weren’t particularly large, but they suited my frame and he seemed to enjoy the way they fit right against his palm, with just a little overspill, when he cupped his hands over them.I could tell he was still trying to hold control and stay hard, trying to avoid cumming, so I leaned forward and pulled his lower lip from between his teeth. My thumb grasped his lip and pulled at it a bit as I leaned down and licked his tongue piercing. He smiled and opened his eyes. I smiled back at him and tugged on his lower lip slightly with my teeth then moaned softly and said, “Gavin, may I have your cum now?” He groaned and started to lift me off of him but I pushed myself back firmly against him and rocked on his cock as my lips brushed against his ear, “I want you to fuck your cum deep inside my pussy.” He whimpered and put his hands on my back, lifting me with his cock still in me. He lay me back on the bathroom floor and pushed my legs up and open until my knees were touching the floor and he bucked his hips against me hard. He let go of my legs and I kept them lifted as high and open as I could. His hands clamped down on my wrists and he pinned my arms above my head, stretching my upper body out as he grunted and groaned, pushing his cock deeper and harder into me. He pulled both of my wrists together and held me in place with one hand, his other hand moved down to my jaw and grasped me, holding my head still while he watched me squirm and writhe beneath him, “Cum for me again, and I promise to overflow you with mine,” he panted it more than he said it. He let go of my wrist and I moved my hand between us, rubbing my clit as he fucked me hard and deep. He was dripping sweat and he was throbbing inside of me. I was able to reach another orgasm as he closed his lips around my lower lip and tugged on it slightly as I moaned and arched my back. He felt the contractions and smiled, his hands quickly moved to my hips and lifted me so he could push deep inside of me. He kept his word as I felt the pressure and warmth of his cum filling me, his cock twitched and he panted as he collapsed onto his forearms, his upper body hovered just above me and his lower body was firmly against me. I stroked my hand up and down his back as he worked on catching his breath, “Are you still going to be an asshole to me at school?” I asked.He smiled and laughed a little, “Do you want me to be?”I shook my head, “I want you to come up to me in school on Monday, no matter how I’m dressed or what makeup I’m wearing and kiss me.” “Tell me happy birthday again?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he looked over my face. I leaned up to him and kissed his cheek, then his jaw and whispered in his ear, “Happy birthday, Gavin. I hope I get to celebrate it with you again next year.” He sat up and pulled himself free of me, watching the overflow of his cum spilling down my cunt and towards my ass. It was tinged the slightest pink as his creamy white fluid mixed a few drips of blood from my torn hymen. “People are going to talk if I just run up to you on Monday and kiss you out of nowhere. Everyone was talking about you tonight, wondering who you were, where you were from, why no one recognized you. I think you should keep the red hair. It suits you, and jaws will drop when they figure it out,” he said as he helped me up to my feet. I could feel his cum dripping down my inner thighs. He put his hand between my legs and rubbed me gently, spreading his cum into my labia, “I’m going to go find something for you to wear after. You should go pee so you don’t get a urinary tract infection, it’s pretty common for a girl to get one after she has sex for the first time because no one ever tells her it’s a thing. I’ll be back in just a minute, okay?”I nodded and he didn’t even bother putting any clothes on, he just headed out of the bathroom. I went pee as directed, then I went back over to the tub and refilled it with hot water. We washed each other, talked, laughed, and caressed one another right up until the water went cold again. I was falling asleep when we finally got out of the tub. He gave me one of his t-shirts and a pair of his middle school gym shorts to wear. There was more kissing, touching, and rubbing as we lay in his bed together. When we fell asleep I wasn’t wearing the shorts anymore and he wasn’t wearing anything. I wondered, for just a moment, if this was all just some dream I was having. It made me almost afraid to fall asleep honestly. But I did fall asleep, and so did he and when I woke in the morning I was on my back, moaning softly with my shirt lifted up above my chest, my legs were spread, and Gavin’s tongue was making me squirm against him as he lifted my hips up towards him. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered, “Fuck me,” in a tone that was more akin to an utterance of pleasure than a direction, but he climbed up me, kissed me deeply, and obliged.