What Lena Wants - Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

What Lena Wants - Chapter 6

... just made him too constipated. “Um,” I said, looking at Doris, then at Milo who wasn't paying attention, and texting on his phone. “Yeah. I mean, no. It’s for my brother’s girlfriend.” I bit my lip, nervousness flustering me. “She’s pregnant, and her parents kicked her out. This is supposed to ’cheer her up!’ Or so my mom says.” Jake laughed, tucking the frozen cardboard boxes of ice cream into plastic bags. “I thought maybe he was your boyfriend, and that was why he bought that mega pack of condoms.” Jake realized what he’d said and blushed from the tip of his scalp down into the V of his polo shirt. Fuck! “Lane, you ready?” Milo asked, impatient. He swung his plastic bag back and forth. It was easy to see what he’d purchased through the thin plastic of the bag. And I had just told freaking Jake from Math class (with me AND Lucy!) that his girlfriend was pregnant. So it makes total sense for him to buy condoms to have sex with his pregnant girlfriend. I grabbed Milo by the arm, my face on fire with stupidity, and tried to tug him away from the checkout. “We should totally hang out this summer, Lena,” Jake suggested. “Yeah! That would be great! I’ll call you!” I wouldn't. I practically ran out of the store, yanking Milo with me. “Unlock the car,” I said. The click of the locks cleared some of my stress, and I lunged into the dirty back seat with my bag of ice cream. Milo took forever to get in. “Who was that?” Milo’s voice was tense. “How do you know him?” “Um, he was in math ...

... with me,” I replied, not really paying attention. “His name’s Jake.” Milo turned around to look at me. “You’re not thinking of going out with him are you?” I gave Milo a ’what the fuck’ look. “I don’t know? What does it matter to you?” “What does it matter to me?” Milo repeated. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. “Um, are we not together? Because I kind of thought we were?” Wait, what? Was Milo jealous of some wimpy, little stock boy? And hey, why was he allowed to have a girlfriend, but I couldn't have a boyfriend? “You have a girlfriend,” I reminded him. “Or did you forget about that?” “I just fucking spent the last of my money on condoms, Lena,” Milo spat, looking at me. He grabbed the bag and threw it at me. “I got them for you.” “Because nothing screams romance like buying condoms to use with your little sister!” I quipped, throwing the bag back at him. “Since you are so romantic, why don’t you use them with your girlfriend! Oh, wait. You already got her pregnant!” “Fuck you!” “Too late, ya already did.” Milo crawled out of the driver’s seat to me. He shoved the grocery bags out of the way, and grabbed me tight, pinning my body to his. His lips met mine with force, almost swallowing me whole. I let his mouth lead mine, while I tugged at his shirt. Milo’s shirt was off and his hand was up my skirt, caressing me through the cotton of my panties when headlights flashed in the car as someone pulled into the parking lot. “Shit,” Milo cussed, breaking apart from ...