Beauty And The Biker
Date: 7/12/2016,
Categories:
College Sex,
Author: Poppet
... awkward shyness shined through and I felt that deep attraction for her begin to grow in my heart again. “Can we talk in private?” I stepped forward, resisting the urge to take her hands into mine. “I really can't say no, can I? You've rode all this way to see me, so I doubt you are just going to go away.” The heat in her face darkened into a simmering anger. “Um, let's go upstairs. It's quieter.” “Holly, what the fu--,” Sean tried to object, confused as to who I was and why she would even want to talk to a guy like me. “Don't worry, I'm in good hands." she shot back. "I'll be back soon.” Hearing all of this made me angry. It hurt a lot, but what could I do? At least she was willing to talk to me. She took me upstairs into one of the rooms and waited for me to say whatever it is I had to say. “I don't even know where to begin, Holly. I never wanted to end things. I was happy. I didn't think you were feeling any different. When you said you wanted to see other people, that you were too young to date and be so serious, I tried to understand. But now you're dating that frat jock? I had to hear it from one of the fucking Jackals! Man, that is so fucked up.” I was angry and frustrated. I paced the room as I ranted, walking from a bare wall to an empty dresser that looked like it was salvaged from a burnt out commune. A single bed was pushed into the right-hand corner, with a desk and armchair to the left of it. Nothing else was in the room. At least it gave me room to pace and I ...
... did, just like a caged lion waiting on it's dinner. “What did I do that was so wrong? What was so wrong about us that made you want to end it? Wasn't I making you happy? You seemed happy. Was it all a lie? What could I have done to change things?” My questions poured out and I couldn't stop myself. I finally had the chance to ask her all of those things that had been haunting me, but I wasn't given her a chance to answer them. I had too many questions too much time had built up. My anger, my hurt, and my drunken stupors. All of it just came, wave after wave of pain and sadness. “I was happy, Jackson. I was so, so happy. My parents didn't like that I was dating an older guy, let alone one who basically lives at a bar and works on cars. They said I could do better. I didn't and don't feel that way,” Holly trembled as she spoke and tears pooled in her eyes. One lone drop escaped and slid down her cheek. “I went on a few dates with other guys, but none of them clicked. I met Sean and he was the only one I could even tolerate, so I just stayed. Please, you have to understand, things moved so fast!” she cried out, throwing her hands up, as though she was defeated. Seeing her hurting was more than I could take and my frustration and anger evaporated in the warmth I felt for her. “Holly, please. I don't want to cause issues with your family, baby, but damn girl, I love you. Like, I am madly in love with you. Don't you understand? I have never felt this way about someone before.” My ...