High School wasnt the best of times. My parents divorced, my sisters brain tumor caught up to her and my grades were slipping faster than an avalanche down a slope. It wasn’t good. This is probably one of the only redeeming memories I have from the time.
Whenever I smell lemongrass I remember her now. She loved wearing her makeshift lemongrass perfume. She said it made her feel attractive, Whatever that means. To me, it just felt dodgy. Who in god’s name would put a bunch of dollar store lemon grass into an emptied glass cleaner container and call it perfume? She would, and she did. She was weird. But in a fun way.
It wasn’t the best way to lose one’s virginity, I’ll give you that. I didn’t love her or anything. I liked her though. Which is sort of why I still visit her parents property at times. Her parents moved out of the house a few years ago. It remains empty, with her bedroom walls still covered in her favourite shade of orange. Scattered all over the floor of the room are some of her belongings that her parents left behind. They’re almost unrecognizable now, with all the dust and mould that cling onto them.
Every time I enter that damn room I’m hit with a strong smell of mouldy lemongrass, and every time, a melancholic wave drowns me in sorrow. I hate her for what she did to me. Why is love such a bitch and why do I have to endure the pain of loving a dead woman?
I suppose you’re not her for my whining though, here’s how it happened.
Her parents were asleep. Their dinners were pleasant as usual. We were in her bedroom, about to go to bed. I was on her bed, thinking thinking things through when it happened.
Her face took on an expression of grimace as she sat next to me on her velvet bed. I couldn’t help but ask her what was wrong. After glancing at me momentarily she placed my palm on her moist inner thigh. She told me her inner thigh felt sore from all the running around.
I instinctively started rubbing her thigh in a circular manner. She sat in silence and watched, and after a few moments of such silence she asks me to move my arm further up her inner thigh. She did this two or three times until I felt something bristling against my fingertips.
“Don’t be shy”, she said to me as she lifted up her skirt. As my gaze shifted from her eyes to her inner thigh, I was hit with a view of her innards.
I felt a strong throbbing sensation in pants, and I had never felt anything like it. It felt strange, but it felt, nice.
“it hurts right here” she said as she placed my hand on her bristly innards. “go on, rub it” she said as I sat there perplexed, not knowing what to do.
One thing lead to another and her hand was on my zipper, and she was unzipping my pants. I asked her what she was doing and she said she watched her parents doing it and knew what she was doing.
She unzipped and took off my pants and began staring at my tiny crotch. It was rock solid, and it throbbed so much it hurt. “I trust you more than anyone else, you’ve been there for me when no one was. I wanna thank you”, those were her exact words before she stuck my cock in her innards.
She moaned and squealed like a pig as she rode up and down my cock. For thirty seconds, it felt like absolute bliss. I almost passed out as white liquid began to flow out of my member. I remembered her saying “wow thats so warm” as she slid it out of her.
She was just as confused as me as we sat there on the bed not knowing what to do with the mess we had created. We went to bed and didn’t think much of it, and we went on with our everyday lives, preferring not to talk about. One day however, I got a call from her house. It was her dad. He was yelling at me. “how dare you get my daughter pregnant you lousy bastard” he said and I stood there and quivered, not knowing whether it was directed at me or not.
“you’re a dead man” he said, and cut the phone at a lightning pace. The rest is kind of a blur to me.
I dont know whether to celebrate my early victory with women or lament the loss of the one I loved. All I know is that I may have killed her accidentally, for she didn’t survive that pregnancy.
It’s been plenty of years since, and I’m in fifties now, but my life has been and will continue to be in tatters. She ruined my life, and she ruined me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n2s6f0/my_friend_18f_asked_me_to_massage_her_cramp_for