What Lena Wants - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

What Lena Wants - Chapter 2

Hi lovelies! I bring you chapter two of Lena and Milo's story. I hope you enjoy it! Chapter three should be out soon. Xoxo, Cede --- Ever since we went swimming two weeks ago, Milo has ignored me. If there is a chance we might be alone in a room together, he leaves. He practically lives at Lucy’s house now. I know he’s fucking her. God, she’s such a slut. I wish I was her... At first, I was heart broken. Milo had ripped my beating heart out of my chest and squashed it with his bare hands. Why didn't he love me? Why didn't he want me? My self pity lasted almost a week. Then I got angry, and knew I needed to come up with a plan. I knew I couldn't make Milo jealous by using another guy, plus, the thought of another guy touching me or fucking me made me want to throw up Anyways, I wanted Milo to be my first time. So, my next plan of action was to break him and Lucy up. School was out, and anyways, Milo had graduated back in June. Lucy was my age, and would be a senior in the fall. That crossed trying to spread a rumor about her again off the list, too. Fuck. I was running out of ideas. Suddenly, I heard the garage door slam. I looked up from my spot of the couch to see Milo stalking out of the kitchen. He looked pissed. “What’s wrong? You finally catch Juicy Lucy with another guy?” Milo glared at me. “Shut up, Lena!” I jumped up, my phone falling off my lap. “Ohh! You did!” Thank you God! “Was it Marc Newman like the rumor at school said?” Milo ignored me and stomped up the ...

... stairs. I follow quickly behind him when he spun around sharply. I bumped in to him, my boobs pressing against his sun darkend arm. “Leave me the fuck alone Lena! I’m not going to talk to you about Lucy, and there is no way in hell I'm going to let you in my room alone.” I rolled my eyes. And they say teen girls are melodramatic. I chased after him, but he still beat me, slamming his bedroom door in my face. I heard the lock click in place, not that it could keep me out. It was just a matter of sticking a straightened bobby pin in the tiny hole, and pressing the button. It took me a matter of seconds to remove a pin from my hair and have his door swinging open. “Get out Lena!” Milo grumbled. “Leave me the fuck alone.” Milo was laying face down on his bed, his pillow over his head. As usual, his room was a disaster zone. Dirty dishes and empty water bottles littered the floor beside his bed. The sheets were barely hanging on to the mattress, and there was a pair of girls panties hanging from the knob on his nightstand. Those were my undies! I marched over and grabbed the cotten underware holding them up. They were definitely mine. And ew, they were crusty, too. “Why do you have a pair of my panties in your room?” I asked, holding up the evidence. “And why are they crusty?” Milo sat up, alert, and tried to snatch the panties out of my hand. “They’re Lucy’s.” “No, I’m pretty sure they’re mine.” I held them out of his reach. “And you jacked off in them, didn't you?” A smug grin spread ...