The Shoplifter Chapter Two - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Two

... my room fretting. I cannot tell you how many times I came home went directly up to my room, sat at the desk and blankly stared at my school calendar. My relationship with Kyle slipped away quickly as well. I could not tell him a thing, of course. He knew there was something heavy in my life, but I could not come up with any explanation that made sense. I was no longer what he thought I was. I was now a slut, a tramp. I knew it and I could not hide my feelings very well. I struggled to act normal and do normal things, but it was a failure. Kyle and I attended the prom exactly two weeks after Mallmart. I will summarize the entire evening in one word...bad. I just could not be a good prom date. I was sealed up in my own little world of worry and fear. I felt very distant from him and by then, enough time had passed, that he had picked up on my darkness and started to reflect my feelings. It was just assumed for a long time we were going and there was no way to back out. So we went. Making matters worse the prom was two weeks following Mallmart and nothing was happening, period wise, for me. Every waking moment I worried. Time after time, I found myself trying to figure out how vulnerable I was that day at Mallmart. I tried every way I could think of to pin down days on the calendar, but the only thing that became clear was I had not been paying enough attention in health class. Calculating things was impossible and the harder I tried the more nervous it made me. My days were ...

... filled with worry; my nights were filled with terror. The only bright spot was physically I felt fine. I was so aware of everything to do with my body; and while my head was a wreck, my body felt great and looked great from head to toe. Absolutely all physical aftermath from my day at Mallmart was gone. Kyle picked me up at six. My dress was beautiful virgin white. He wore white accessories. He took me to dinner at the country club…very nice. We went to the dance at the school. He wanted to leave early. We went to a hotel room he and his soccer buddies had gotten. They drank…I don’t. They smoked a little…I don’t. Kyle tried numerous times to take me to the dark room…I didn’t go even though the crazy thought did crossed my mind to have sex with him. I would then have someone legitimate to blame if things went wrong. That idea almost made me choke; how dumb; having sex with Kyle would help nothing. He was white, my school was white; my whole community was white and I had been screwed by the biggest, blackest man you have ever seen. Kyle took me home around two in the morning. There is nothing more to say about Prom night. It was a complete washout for me and I know it was worse for him. His face said everything as he gave me a peck on the cheek at the front door, turned, and headed home. After he was gone I sat on the couch in the living room, reflecting. It is sad to say, I was so preoccupied with my shoplifting problems, I didn’t think about Kyle or prom for another minute. The ...