The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... worst possible date for the prom. Beyond all that, a strange hollow feeling kept sneaking into the back of my mind. I am now very used merchandise. Where before, I had placed myself on a pedestal; I was…a virgin…so cute…so well built…such blue eyes…so many good friends…and such a future. Kyle did not deserve me. Now, if I faced the truth, there was no way I deserve him. He was good and kind and in love with me and I was now a nineteen year old pregnant, felon shoplifter, who has had sex with at least a dozen older black men. I had gone from stuck up cute virgin to promiscuous tramp in one day at Mallmart. For reasons you understand I had not talked to him except two short calls all summer. Was he still available? Would he want to talk to me? I picked up an idle phone in front of me and in ten minutes I had a date with Kyle to hang out tonight. Immediately my new euphoric outlook soared to new heights. With Kyle in my life and this pregnancy behind me, things could not only get back to normal next week, but I could have new dreams and goals that made my life right and my parents proud. As I drove home thoughts crossed my mind. All those months he had wanted to have sex with me and I had never let him get close. I had been so concerned about my self- image, morality, and pregnancy. My virginity was just about the most important thing in my life. Now, it was all gone. I had nothing to lose, absolutely nothing. Maybe I could find a positive in this big negative. What a way to ...

... bring him close to me. College would seem much less lonely if I had a boyfriend. My thoughts finally crystallized. “Kyle my good friend, you are going to have your way with me tonight”. It took just two phone calls to set it all up. Kyle picked me up at seven. My parents could not have been happier, they showed it openly. You would have thought Kyle was a prince. Dad greeted him warmly. Mother hugged him with a big smile. He was dressed like a preppy college guy, so good looking. I was wearing the same longer skirt and the white top; with the blouse hang out it was cute enough and very safe. My parents were headed out to a card game. No way would they be home before midnight; plenty of time for this preppy guy to have the treat of his young lifetime. Kyle and I walked out hand in hand ostensibly to head for the mall and a movie. He was driving his dad’s blue Cadillac; this was a special occasion. As he opened the door for me, I turned and kissed him on the cheek. I could see the surprise in his eyes. I could tell my lips were warm against him. I knew I sent a message. He could hardly drive. I took his right hand over into my lap and held it gently; another message. He kept looking over at me. He drove right past the mall to a motel. No more than twenty minutes later, he was a hundred dollars lighter and we were in a very nice motel room together. He sat on a chair by the desk. I turned back the bed spread, kicked off my shoes and sat down, propping up with two big pillows. We ...