A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

... napkins to Emmy as Derek walks away. Emmy wipes the cum off her face and then stands up, walking toward the slide to grab her panties. "You okay?" Tyler asks to her as she shimmies the panties up her thin legs. Emmy just looks at him with a displeased expression. "Look, let's talk..." Tyler begins, putting his arm around her as they walk towards the car. "We're just joking around with the recordings, of course we're not going to show anyone. We were just having some fun. You like it, right?" He stops to face her, holding her head up towards his eyes. "Come on." He says smiling as he gently holds her head, both his hands on each side. "A little..." She smiles slightly. "You know I love you, right?" Tyler says softly while his right hand strokes the back of her head. "I'm breaking up with her soon and we can be together, okay?" He smiles down into her eyes. "Okay." Emmy smiles as her hand holds onto his wrist. "You know you're the hottest girl in school, right?" Tyler says, smiling down at her. Emmy smiles and giggles. Tyler kisses her on the top of her head. "Come on, I'll take you home." He says before putting his arm around her and walking with her to the car. Emmy and Tyler have been fucking for months and he continues to make promise after promise while continuing to treat her like shit. And Emmy keeps coming back to him. They get in the car. "Hey babe, you mind checking out the merry-go-round? I think I left my phone on it." Tyler says from the driver's seat. Emmy gets ...

... out and walks quickly to the merry-go-round. She hears the squealing of tires. "Haha stupid slut!" Tyler yells from the car. "You fucking asshole!" Emmy shouts as she realizes what's going on. She sees them driving away. She feels awful, like she just got punched in the stomach. "Urgh!" She exasperates angrily, her hands on her temples. She sighs while running her hand through her hair slowly. A lump in her throat forms as she fights back the urge to cry. Luckily she didn't leave her purse in her car. She thinks about calling her friend Kelly or her uncle Chris, or even her father, but decides to just walk home instead. She begins the roughly four mile walk home, arms folded, feeling angry and ashamed of what she did. Her thoughts of self-hatred return to the strongest they've been since she was last with Keith. It's Friday evening, two days after what transpired between Emmy and the two jocks from her school, and Emmy is at her friend Kelly's house. Mr. Howard, Kelly's father, walks into his daughter's room where the two teen girls are gossiping and listening to music. "The neighbors next door are keeping an eye on you two, alright? Kelly, if you don't behave I'll make sure you never leave this house again." He says sternly while looking at his daughter, who hosted an underage drinking party a few weeks prior that got interrupted by police. "Call us if you need anything." He says, catching a little glimpse of his favorite of Kelly's teenage friends, Emmy. "Yeah, dad. I know." ...