Love Hurts - Sex Stories

Love Hurts

... groping were more than common, and I let him do whatever he wanted, but it didn't help. He was too respectful and I was too polite. He always kept saying sweet things, caressing, taking care of me. And eventually I started to feel bored. Even the good feeling I had while he was touching me was disappearing. All my friends were asking how was it to have sex with Paul, he was one of the most handsome guys in our class after all, and I lied, saying that we were waiting for a special moment. I couldn't let them know that he didn't even turn me on. That's when it happened. Paul had got his house to himself at the weekend and asked me to sleep with him. A big part of me, the one who accepted, wanted to go on with that and carry on. But the other part was yelling at me "Good girl! Let this bozo pop your cherry!" And that was the predominant part when I ran away from him, leaving him half naked in that bed. It was the weirdest moment of my life, running from a guy that, I knew, was the best option for me, like he was some kind of monster. He would never forgive me and I'd probably never forgive myself. It happened that I took my car and I drove away through the night with no destination in mind. More than two hours after hitting the highway I had the best (worst) idea of the night. In my head I wanted desperately to do something stupid, something that could make me think more of what I was doing than what I just did. And there was a bar next to the road so I decided to make a ...

... stop, use some charm to get a beer even being underage, and drive...drinking and listening to some melodramatic music to fit my mood, just like I saw in some movies. Stupid. But just the walk to the bar brought me a bad feeling. It was in the middle of nowhere and had a bunch of weird cars and motorcycles parked near, but "what the hell!" I thought... Did I say that I was stupid? A sour smell mixed with tobacco filled my nostrils as I opened the door. The place was filled with the strangest mix of people I had ever seen. Several of them looked at me, men and women, and I automatically felt intimidated, but I gathered courage, took a deep breath and moved on, hearing the sound of a big discussion going on while crossing the place in my way to the bartender, as if two gangs were starting a fight right there. But no one seemed to care. So I wouldn't too. The man behind the counter was a paunchy guy with a moustache, completely tattooed, who stood right in front of me soon as the guys at the bar moved to let me through. "Hey... Uh... I want two beers please." I said trying to sound more confident I could. It wasn't working. He just grinned at me, put his elbows at the counter and spoke playfully. "Sure, Miss. Don't you want some cigarettes too? Maybe some pot?" The guys surrounding us laughed loudly, making the people near us pay even more attention to me. They all leaned toward me, as if trying to sense my smell, to get closer, to see through my clothes. What was I thinking when I ...