Love Hurts - Sex Stories

Love Hurts

... that made me relax my body even more and I just kept starring at him. "So, how old are you?" He asked, looking intensely at me, then to the road. "I'm sixteen... Did it three months ago... Why do you keep looking at me like that?" "Cause you are hot. And these blue eyes, whoa..." He said with eyes fixed on the road. "And you were already thinking about that when you took me out of the cross-fire?" I asked, feeling my tongue even looser. I was sounding like a drunk. "No. I was just taking an innocent girl out of harm." He said seriously, changing tone, like he was pissed about what happened. "So I'm hot... Don't you think I'm too young for you?" I asked. "It depends on you. But what really intrigues me is… What the hell were you doing at that bar?" He asked looking at me again and putting his big hand on the nude part of my thigh, near my knee. I automatically put my hand over his, to take it off, but I felt his warmth on my leg… It felt great, so I left it there and he started to caress me, up and down, sometimes his fingers getting close to my groin, beneath the skirt of my navy blue and short halter dress... And the weird thing was: it didn't bother me at all. So I told him the whole story, even some details, like the way I couldn't be with boys my age, my virginity, everything, while gasping from having his hand massaging my inner thigh and his fingers so close to my panties... It felt amazing to share all of it with someone else. And to my surprise he listened like he ...

... was really getting my point. But the good moment didn't last, because he saw his friends parked with a lot of other bikes and vans in some kind of abandoned parking lot and pulled in. He left, walked around the car and opened my door "Follow my lead, no matter what they say and don't struggle no matter what I do, ok?" He instructed while pulling me out of the car. I heard excited shouts and whistles as he pulled me out of the car. There were many of them, almost twenty, and I couldn't even keep myself standing without Owen supporting me. They were in circle, waiting for him to approach with me. A lot of them tried to reach me as we were passing, but Owen was covering me. I should have been panicking, but I wasn't. When he stopped we were less than four steps from the beard guy, who immediately started talking, like he was their leader. "And that's Owen with our night meal! Good job buddy!" He said in a proud tone "Pussy! That's how we celebrate the death of those unfortunate pigs! Bring her on, Owen!" And the men howled like jackals. But Owen didn't move, holding me from behind and crossing his arms just beneath my breasts. "I'm not sharing this one, Jeff." He said, followed by a simultaneous and loud "What!?!" yelled by the other men. And as the furious men were getting close, Jeff stopped them. "Wait! Get tha fuck out you crazy mothafuckers!" They were really close to us when they stopped and obeyed beard guy, leaving us alone. "What are you talking about, Owen?" Asked Jeff. ...