Just a Girl - Sex Stories

Just a Girl

... middle of the night?” Mina flashed back on the night. She’d been sitting on the living room sofa, the television on without sound, when he came down the stairs. She knew there’d been another man up there with them in her mother’s room. He seemed calm for someone walking out of a party that was still going on. His face had registered surprise when he spotted her, and they stared at each other a long moment in the light of the TV. He’d walked in and taken a seat on the other end of the sofa without a word. They’d talked. She could smell her mother all over him. “Guess she’d just assume a lot of stuff that isn’t true. Like always.” “I suppose anyone would. Still kind of wondering that myself.” “Like I wonder why you took me in? I mean, at first I figured you probably wanted to fuck me, but you would’ve tried before now.” “You’re a virgin, Mina. That’s…delicate.” Her body went stiff and her face burned with shame. “How…could you know?” “I wasn’t completely sure. Until now.” She couldn’t remember when the virginity she’d clung to so hard had begun to feel like a burdensome curse. She’d resisted with all her might becoming the promiscuous cliché her mother was, yet she’d had all manner of objects and toys inside her pussy. The fingers and tongue of that girl out west during her brief time muling heroin across the Mexican border. Anything and everything to fan the rage in her cells but a man’s cock. She waited for the tremors in her soul to subside. “Mister? Do you think it’s ...

... true that girls become their mothers?” Deep, patient breath. “I think the realities of being alive can’t be passed off with bumper sticker slogans.” A few shreds of peace filtered through her spirit while the burn in her nipples and clit flared. “Mister…I only have my panties underneath.” A low, raspy sigh rose out of his throat. “Good. Show me.” She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head. His eyes were on the throbbing nipples tipping the unruly globes of her breasts. She wanted to please him…to know he admired her the way he admired women like her mother, but it seemed impossible he could ever think she was that kind of beautiful. Her eyes fell to the floor as she let the bunched up shift fall out of her hand. “You’re a beautiful girl, Mina. More than you realize.” “Thank you.” She said it so softly she was pretty sure he hadn’t heard her. “It’s a dangerous game to start comparing ourselves with other people,” he said. “There’s always someone bigger, better, faster, stronger…whatever. But you should know this…you’re much more beautiful than your mother ever was on her best day. She just…tries too hard.” He couldn’t be serious, but she wanted to believe he was. Now her breath was becoming strained. “Take off your panties,” he urged softly. She was painfully aware of his gaze rolling over the treacherous geography of her breasts, but the thought of him seeing the shaven pout of her pussy was terrifying in a way that made her lips feel thick and sodden. “Go ...