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My First b**st

Written by my cousin. It was 9:30 am, and I had to go home to get some papers I’d left there. I entered quietly, because I didn’t want to wake Scott. Exactly why I didn’t want to wake him was a mystery to me: we had been dating for several months, and he’d moved in with me a couple of months back. He had been looking for a job since I’d known him (except for a short-term stint helping a friend out with his yard business), but he didn’t rise early enough to find one, it seemed to me. He assured me that these days, everything is done online, and he was really busting his ass to find work, but it was really hard since he’d had that theft and dealing in stolen property conviction, where he didn’t really do anything wrong, but his “buddy” threw him under the bus. He really had no alternative to taking the plea rather than fight it out in court where it was his word against the “buddy’s.” Well, yes, I understood that, but it still made me feel used when I found him still in bed when I came home for lunch. Of course, I was paying all the bills. I was doing all the housework too, since every effort he made in that direction had to be done over, so I finally just accepted that I’d be doing that too. Doesn’t sound like such a great deal for me? Why did I continue it? Well, Scott was a charmer. He had been an all-state quarterback of the local undefeated football team ten years ago. He was still in great shape. He was tall. He was good looking. He had a big dick, and he knew how to use ...

... it. Did I mention that he was also a charmer? He could charm a turtle right out of its shell. He was a real talker. Of course, I knew early on that he was mostly full of shit, but at least the sex wasn’t. Oh yeah – he loved me. He loved me so much; he would do anything for me; he would buy me the world (if he just had some money); I made him complete; I was his soul-mate, and he hadn’t even thought about another woman since he met me. To be fair, when I would come home after work, he was always at the computer filling out online job applications. Of course, there was that time he didn’t hear me come in, and he was looking at porn on the computer. He had just filled out ten applications, and was taking a break. As you can tell, deep-down I knew Scott was taking advantage of me, but I did believe he loved me, and of course, there was the sex. However, it was beginning to get to the point that I wanted something to change. I did feel used – I couldn’t help it. I had no idea where he would go or what would happen to him if we broke up, and I wanted our situation to improve. So that was the situation when I quietly entered the apartment that morning, and silently pushed the door closed. A couple of soft steps, and I heard, “OOOOHHH!” “OH, OH, OH. Uhhhhnnn.” Well, you know the rest. It was coming from my bedroom, and it was clearly a female getting fucked. I was pretty sure that I was the only female who was supposed to be getting fucked in that bedroom, so I quietly approached the ...