Love Hurts - Sex Stories

Love Hurts

- English is not my native language, so mistakes can happen. Sorry in advance. If you like the story, have suggestions for improvements or are willing to proof-read (or just read it in advance to tell me if it sucks) a possible new part, please let me know! - Votes and comments are my main fuel for writing exclusively for this site (write in English is hard as fuck!), so if you like and want more, please support! - Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!! *This story was originally posted in 2011 under the alias of Lilith04 and has been fully edited, with rewritten parts, new title and the possible next chapters may differ as well. ***** Love Hurts - A Different kind of Love. It wasn't the way I expected it to be, but I don't regret it. Sometimes things happen for a reason, good things and bad things. Sometimes they just have to happen, both of them, so you can discover who you really are. Getting older is hard. At first you are obsessed with the first kiss, and then you're obsessed with the first time. But what happens when your friends, all of them the same age as you – just old enough to get a driver's license – have already had sex and talk insistently about blowjobs, styles, orgasms and stuff? At first you think "Damn it, I'm surrounded by whores!" But soon after that, you feel out of place. You have to be there, talking about experiences you had and, for that, you have to be experienced. So my next step was to find a guy to initiate me. To make me like ...

... the others and, for a girl like me, that was hard to obtain. Something in me, maybe something my parents did to me while I grew up, made me a different person. My dad a Major in the army and my mother a judge... My life had been ruled and watched until I got to high school, but when I finally got some freedom I was already too "damaged" to enjoy it. I couldn't stand boys of my own age. They looked so... Stupid... But it didn't stop me. I knew what I wanted. Soon, just as we entered vacations, I dated a boy named Paul. He was a tall, slim guy, with brown hair and had the most serious look I could find. He seemed really surprised with the clear chance he had with me, as if he wasn't expecting a chance like that to fall into his lap that way. Everybody used to tell me I was pretty, everybody. Short (5'2" 1/2), moody and a true brainiac, but pretty. What always made them think that I was supposed to be the first to share a bed with someone, thanks to the number of guys who already asked me out. But it wasn't that way. I was... weird. I couldn't even do the masturbate thing right, for Christ's sake! The description my friends gave of an orgasm simply didn't match with anything I'd ever experienced. One day I came to a friend crying, asking her if I was frigid or something. She said I wasn't frigid, I was just stupid. That's why I love my friends, you know... Anyway, we'd been together for a while, a week I guess, and I never hid where I wanted our relationship to go. Kissing and ...