“Like hell you will,” He said as he pulled me into a hug.
“I thought you might say that,” I said, pulling away to look at him.
“I’m still going to kill Finn, he had no right to get you involved in any of this,” he said softly.
I laughed, “As much as he made the call and offer, I didn’t exactly fight it. In fact I goaded them on. When you left the bar that night, I really didn’t care what happened anymore. I would have knelt on the bar floor and sucked and fucked everyone in there to feel a little less rejected. Your brother-in-law was just an opportunist that didn’t know me.”
“See, I think the reason you pulled him aside and talked to him before you left was because you know me. You knew what kind of trouble I was capable of getting myself into when I stopped caring about anything but ridding myself of the pain of rejection,” I said softly.
He looked away from me and clenched his jaw for a moment before he spoke, “I didn’t know it would be something like this. I thought, at worst, you might hang out in the men’s room and use a few guys that came in. Get high and get arrested for public indecency. Maybe a few guys and girls to ease that ache to be wanted. I asked him to watch out for you, instead he got you into more trouble than you ever would have gotten into on your own.”
“To be fair, I think he thought it would be a one and done deal. Which is what I thought too, and was fine with, even when they hurt me, I really didn’t care,” I said.
“And what just happened?” he asked.
“I wasn’t fine with,” my voice was quiet as I looked away from him.
“Can I give you that bath now?” He asked.
I nodded and we got off the bed, the old man’s thin cum dripped down my inner thigh, making me feel nauseous. I leaned on Liam as he guided me out of the bedroom and down to the bathroom. He closed the door behind us and I leaned back against the wall as he started getting the bath ready. The mirror on the back of the door caught my attention as I waited. I still had some light yellow/green bruising on my ass and breasts, most of the other bruising had gone away. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.
My mom said I had the thighs of a dancer, which was a nicer way of saying I needed to go up a size in my clothes to avoid them being too tight on my thighs, but then that required me to get the clothing tailored at the waist in order for them to not be a good few inches too loose on me there. I had a nicely rounded ass thanks to years of a job that required me running up multiple flights of stairs multiple times a day. My waist curved in, and my stomach was flat, but there was a soft layer of fat padding my overall shape, no distinguished muscle tone to be seen, just a soft line. My breasts were on the larger size, my last boyfriend said they weren’t large enough for him, he preferred the soft and squishy, heavily fatty breasts. Mine were like a stress ball inside of a jello-filled balloon, soft, malleable, graspable, but there was still a firmness beneath the soft layer of fat that took a little more effort to knead.
A sprinkling of freckles dotted my skin randomly and my nipples were a deep pink that lightened out to a softly pink, barely discernible, areola. I had a nice body shape, I think.
Liam came up behind me as I was looking myself over, my fingers trailed over some of the bruising lingering on the swell of my breasts. My hair was thick auburn curls cascading over my shoulders and he nuzzled his face into the ends of my hair, kissing my neck softly.
It startled me and I jumped slightly then looked in the mirror at his reflection.
His hands traced over my body, rubbing me softly, “You know what first drew my attention to you, Gin?” he asked softly against my ear.
I shook my head slightly and he smiled, “I was up on stage, giving my speech on why I’d make a great student body president and you groaned so fucking loud that everyone turned their attention to you. You stood up and you challenged what I said. You won me that presidency because you gave me an opportunity to show the other students I was open to listening even if I didn’t agree.”
He kissed my cheek and said, “I’d seen you around before that, saw you at the beach over the summer, always with one of those ginger candies, but that first day of school, when the candidates were bing introduced, that was the day you caught my interest. I needed to know you but it took me nearly two months to work up the courage to talk to you one on one. You were so adamant that I was just another posturing asshole spouting off my parents’ beliefs that when I approached you about running with me, you laughed in my face and I fucking smiled about it. Never been rejected so hard in my life, but you made yourself a mystery to me, a challenge, and I wanted nothing more than to know you,” he said.
“I might’ve run with you if you’d bothered to know my name before you approached me instead of calling me Gin,” I said with a smile, “I thought you just horribly mispronounced Janine.”
He laughed, “When did you realize I wasn’t?” he asked.
“When I saw you write my name as ‘Gin’ on our Gov and Econ project,” I said, looking him in the eye, “I’m still mad the teacher thought I didn’t turn in my part of the project because of that, but thank you for explaining that it was your fault. I did love learning the origin of your nickname for me, but I wish it hadn’t been on a giant, huge part of our grade, project.”
His hands caressed my stomach and he kissed my cheek, “I paid off three classmates to get you in my group for that project.”
I leaned back against his chest and sighed happily, “You really were a natural politician, huh?”
He kissed my neck and his hand trailed down between my legs, “I think I need to be allowed to get you off now, Gin.”
I nodded and he pressed his knee between my thighs, opening my legs slightly as he started rubbing my clit, slowly and softly, teasing me. His other hand slid up my body until he grasped my jaw just at the top of my neck and turned my head slightly, exposing more of my neck to him as he kissed gently down to my shoulder.
His fingertips slid further back on my pussy and I felt his dick sliding between my pussy lips, coating himself in my fluids, as well as the old man’s cum. He groaned as I tipped my pelvis to him. The head of his dick barely caught on my entrance as he pushed himself along me. “Do you want me to fuck you again, Gin?” he asked breathily, his grip on my neck tightened slightly and my nipples hardened in the excitement.
I moaned and pushed myself back to him, guiding my hand between my legs to apply pressure to his dick and allow him to angle his cock up so it would go inside as he pushed forward. His dick squelched in the liquidy semen already inside of me and I arched my back, moaning as he pushed deep. His hand on my jaw and neck tightened and he pulled me until I was arched enough for him to groan in my ear as he thrust into me. I had one hand behind me, grasping his hip and holding myself to him while my other hand was on the wall in front of us, supporting me. He fucked me deep from behind and toyed with my clit gently, making me whimper and squirm on his cock.
“I want you to cum so fucking hard on my cock,” he whispered as I moaned and tensed my body.
His dick was repeatedly hitting a sensitive area inside and his grip on my throat was sending chills throughout me, assisted by his thumb and forefinger gently grasping and stroking my clit, then his forefinger and middle fingers pressing firmly above my clit and rubbing in small circles downward until I was whining and pushing myself back onto his dick. He rocked himself inside of me and I gasped as the head of his dick rubbed forcefully along the forward wall of my cunt as it thrust towards my cervix.
The back of his palm rubbed my clit hard and he used his fingers to hold me firmly to him as he thrust and rubbed hard against the forward wall again. I gasped and whimpered, “Is that what you like?” he whispered.
I nodded and he did it repeatedly, fast thrusts in followed by rough, slow rubbing. After a few thrusts, his hand on my throat and cunt were the only things keeping me off of the floor as I came hard, spraying his hand, the mirror, and the floor below us in a thin slippery liquid. I felt him smiling as he bit and kissed my neck then slowly pulled his cock from me and carried me over to the tub as my body was still tensing in pleasurable contractions of my cunt and abdominal muscles.
He was standing beside the tub, still hard and as he pulled away from settling me in the tub, I pushed my mouth down on his cock hard, gagging myself until the tip of his dick was as deep as I could take it in one thrust. I rocked my throat on him and my tongue languished on the underside of him, forced flat in my mouth as the unexpected feeling of me swallowing his cock so suddenly pushed him to blow directly down my throat. He grabbed the shower curtain rod with one hand to brace himself and nearly pulled it out of the wall as his knees went weak. His other hand was on the back of my head, holding me tightly to him as he yelled, “Oh fuck,” over and over again as his grip tightened in my hair.
When he dislodged his dick from my throat I gasped and lay back. He fell onto his knees beside the tub, his lips found mine and he kissed me, holding me up to him by the back of my head and my shoulder. He pulled back with great hesitation and looked me in the eyes, “I was only supposed to get you off, Gin,” he said weakly.
I smiled, my breasts rising and falling with each deep breath as I fought to steady my heartbeat, “I’ve never played fair, Liam, you know that.”
He kissed me deeply again then started washing me with a shaky hand and a big smile.
My mind reeled over everything. From the reason I came here, to everything that had happened since. Was this a good thing or was I just torturing my old friend by being here?
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