Behind the Mask Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Behind the Mask Ch. 14

All characters are at least 18 years old.

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The arms around me were so warm, and I clutched them closer to me. I hadn't felt such a thing in years, so having him with me here was a dream come true. My eyes opened as I slowly gained consciousness, my mind booting back up and going over those first few thoughts again. Peering down, I saw one of his arms around my waist, the other seat belted across my chest. Realization dawned on me, and I took a deep breath as I suppressed the reflex to freak out.

"Morning," August murmured, sending goosebumps up my neck. Swallowing, I extricated myself from his embrace and stood woodenly, making my way to the chair at my desk. He sat up and pulled one of his legs up to rest his chin on his knee while I sat down. I put a hand to my face, closing my eyes and actively maintaining composure.

I had given my virginity to him last night. It felt like losing the last piece of Jordan I had left. My heart felt heavy in my chest. Why did it feel like I was cheating? Jordan was dead. He wasdead. My breath escaped me stuttered, and I choked back a sob.

August sighed. "Yeah. Knew it'd be like this." I opened my eyes and watched him through my fingers. His gaze was on the floor, a sad frown on his face. He still had the condom on from last night, and a sudden bout of hysterical giggles overtook me. "What?"

"That rubber looks fucking disgusting," I laughed, and he looked down. It was shriveled and dry, hanging limply on his flaccid member with a deposit of yellowing cum at its end. The outside was brown with dried blood. Nothing embodied the beauty of a girl's first time like such repulsive imagery, and I couldn't keep the laughter in.

"Eugh, gross," August commented, yanking it off and grimacing at the off-putting sight. He tied it off with a chuckle, and I pointed at the waste basket for him to dispose of it. After he sat back down, I gave him a small smile and he returned it.

"I'm sorry," I stated, folding my arms. "For my initial reaction. I just needed a moment to process."

He nodded. "I get it. Are you... okay with what happened? I wasn't trying to take advantage of you."

"You think anybody could take advantage ofme?" I quipped, and he chuckled again.

"When you put it that way, I suppose not." I waited for him to ask me what last night now made us, but it never came. I knew he was interested in making this something more, but at least he wasn't being needy about it. "You didn't mention that you were a..."

"A virgin?" I finished, and he nodded. "Oh please. I have a reputation to maintain." We both laughed wryly. "Why, what did you think my body count was?"

"Never made a guess, but I'd assumed the proprietress of a sex club would be higher than zero," he pointed out.

"That was the idea."

"Well played." He paused, and a look of melancholy crossed his face. "Is anything real?"

I hefted my breasts for him to see, and he snorted and shook his head. "And my purity. Did you know ...