Connor was tall, and strong, with a lean body and square jawline, with powerfully dark eyes`.
My step mom (my dad remarried and then died) was the self proclaimed ‘Whore on heels’, bringing men home every other night, making me listen to them go at it constantly. She meant well, but she went about it the wrong way, and no matter what she never stood up for me or tried to defend me. I was so sick of sex by the time i was 13 i knew that i never wanted to do it with anyone. Not with all of the things that i had seen, and heard.
Many times her dates would end up with the sleaze bags realizing that there was another girl in the apartment that wasnt as loose as the grand canyon. By my 14th b-day, i had been beaten up several times, almost raped what seemed like hundreds of times, and had to fight grown men off of my 5 foot frame constantly. The cops were always being called on us, but they never seemed to listen to me, leaving before i could explain the entire situation that completely contradicted my step mom’s lies.
When Connor came into the picture, i had just turned 18 and my bruises from her last boyfriend were still healing. I remember walking into the living room and seeing him standing at the kitchen sink with a cup of coffee in his hand. I froze right there, hoping to god that he wouldnt see or hear me, until he looked up and i remember how tense i felt, hoping that he wouldnt come after me. He didnt though, he just gave me a huge smile and nodded at me. WE introduced ourselves, but i didnt move from the living room as we chatted lightly. Then my mother came in and started talking, and that was our first introduction. He started to come around alot, but he began to just hang out more then he and her did it. I asked my step mom about it one day and she just smiled.
“Connor’s a nice guy, and god knows he’s probably good in bed but… There’s just something about him that’s not my type.”
“Anything with a dick’s you’re type.”
“Anything with a dick that likes it rough.” she said and i had to hide my cringing. “No, he just seems to be hanging around because he likes to. I mean, he likes hanging around you. He’s a hot one, but i just dont think of him like that. Never really have except for the first night i saw him….”
“Did you guys ever have sex?”
“Oh no. The first time he came over i was so drunk i passed out before the foreplay. he hasnt tried too much since.” i remember feeling and instant flush of humiliation sweep over me. I didnt say anthing for a long time before she spoke up again. “Although you could go for him if you want. Lord knows you need a good orgasm.”
So ther i was. Freshly turned eighteen, just given permission to have sex with a man, (and i tell you a MAN)by my mother, who met the MAN because she almost had sex with him. Weirdest Step mom in the world, and although i know none of you will believe this, i swear, it’s true.
So from then on, my mom was giving him and i every opertunity to be alone together, and i was beginning to believe seh was mental.
Then one night, she went out of town for the weekend to have a ‘f**k fest’ with all her slutty friends and she asked Connor to come in and check on me every once in a while. She let me know before she left that this was the time i should ‘Do him’. but i wasnt so sure.
He came over on saturday, and i still remember that red shirt he wore that fit perfectly over him. he came in and sat on the couch and we were watching tv for the longest time, until he started to get dark.
“Well i should get going.” He said and i remember feeling panicked.
“Why?” i asked him, grabbing hold of his forearm gently before he tried to get up. He looked at me and i tried not to melt beneath his beautiful eyes.
“Well i cant just stay the night, now can i?” he asked me, giving me a wink. I gulped down some courage before i spoke.
“You could.” he started at me like i was crazy before he continued.
“if i did, do you know wht people would think?” He asked me and i shrugged.
“Who cares?” I said, scooing closer towards him, while at the same time trying to make it look normal.
he shook his head.
“Are you sure?” He asked me, and i nodded, thrilled as all hell to have him stay the night. For once i might actually feel safe. he looked at me for a long time before i turned away. Then, he reached out and grabbed my chin with his hand and turned me to look at him, his eyes smiling.
“You’re beautiful.” he said to me and i could have sworn the entire apartment building could hear my heart. But then, he leaned in and kissed me lightly, it soon turning passionate. I felt dizzy as he hand burned warmth on my skin until he pulled away obruptly.
“I’m sorry, God, i’m sorry!” He said and i smiled at him.
“DOnt be sorry.” I said, and i leane din t ksis him again. I soon felt his hands on my waist, turning me to lay longways on teh couch, and he slid ontop of me, running one o fhis hands through my hair as he kissed me. My hands were scratching at his back as he pressed firmly against me, and i began to feel him harden through his jeans, which turned me on even more. But then, for some reason i pulled away.
“I’m not like my mom, Connor, this is my first time, i’m not a slut.” I said hastily, ahd after a pause he smiled at me, giving me a nod.
“Oh i know.” And he broght his lips down on mne again. After some kissing i felt his huge hand slide between me and him down to my area, and he began to rub me through my shorts, and i couldnt help but moan. he sat up, and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them off of my legs, along with my panties, (which i felt SO awkward about.)
I sat up with him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to lift it up and over his head, exposing his chest. he reached towards by belly and grabbed my shirt, lifting it off, and the reacehd around to unfasten my bra and pull it off. I was completely naked, and he grabbed me and pulled me into him, kissing me so deeply i felt as if i were going to faint. My nipples pressed against his bare chest, and his hands roamed my back for a second until he reached down and began to unzip his pants, and within seconds they were off, and we were immidiately back to kissing.
He laid back down on me, and i felt his manhood nudge against me, sending electric shivers through me. He pulled up for a second and gave me a reassuring smile, and i gave him the nod of approval he waited for, and then leaned down and helped himself in.
I felt a flood of pain as he wrapped his arms around me and moaned, pulling in and out lightly. I began to moan as well, but i couldnt quite tell if it was from the pain or from the pleasure that began to seep through me. And soon that was all that was left.
He pumped in and out, and we were both breathing hard and moaning, him leaning in and kissing me every once in a while as he thrusted ina nd out. He began to go faster, and i felt as if i were going to start screamig, it felt sooooo GOOD! I think i might have if i dind know for sure how htin the walls were. But then he began to thrust harder and i almost couldnt hold back.
“Oh GOD!” he yelled out as i shouted his name. “Yeah… How’s that feel, hu? YOu like that?” He asked me, breathlessly and all i could do was say yes, yes, yes, over and over again, and i heard him chuckle at me as i tried desperately to pull him closer.
“You like that, dont you? mmmmm….” He moaned. “Oh baby, i’m gonna come…. Oh yeah.” he said, trying to hold hiself back.
“Go ahead… My mom put me on the pill…” I said to him recalling briefly the argument that we had about it, and then he nodded. He started going faster and i came myself, yelling out loudly, shoots of pleasure sinking into every muscle in y body. He came soon after me, and we just sat there for the longest time, him still inside of me, and us kissing lightly.
Then we did it again.
When my mom got back, Connor and i were sitting on teh couch together and she didnt even say anything as he and i kissed and held hands in front of her. we didnt have sex after that weekend for a long while. That was until we got married in the spring after i turned nineteen. Now we do it constantly, and although i know it’s cheesy, but… I love him, and i’m so grateful for him to be there for me. He was there then, and he’s here now, and he always will be.
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