And also, for everyone who was like, "Did her Dad push her out when she was naked?" That's a different scene. I'll add something to make that clearer, though!
Love. No, that isn’t the right word. Lust. Lust is better. Lust drove me mad, made me lose everything that I once held on to. Marco left me, just because his Dad didn’t want him hanging around a strumpet. Slut, whore, strumpet. They’re all the same.
And I know that he’s right.
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He brushed my brown hair out of my face. "You've always had such beautiful eyes, Mandy," he said. "They remind me of the ocean."
They were somewhere in between blue and green, but not quite teal, either. They were like the ocean, I suppose.
Marco’s hands caressed my cheek. His lips pressed against mine softly, slowly. They begged for my mouth to open just slightly, and I obeyed. His tongue slipped into my mouth, slid over everything, and I tasted him for a moment.
He pulled back, “Oh, Mandy!” he said. “You taste…did you chew gum?”
I laughed, ignored his question, and crushed my lips onto his. He pulled back, taking a breath. His tongue slipped out from in between his lips and I wrapped my lips around it. I sucked on it, pulling back and forth, back and forth.
I looked down and my first thought was, Dammit, he’s wearing a belt! but I put the thought out of my head. We could get the belt off.
And so I went to work, occasionally letting my hand slip, which I could tell he thought was extremely sexy. I removed the belt and pulled off his t-shirt.
He sighed, “Should we…do this?” he asked cautiously.
I was sort of hurt by his question. “You love me, don’t you?” I asked, and he nodded. “Then yes. We should.” I ignored my conscience.
His hand reached up my shirt, feeling my stomach, my ribs, and finally, my breasts. His other hand was around my back, and his lips were at my neck.
I let out a satisfied moan as he grasped my breast. His other hand came from around my back, up my shirt, and did the same to my other breast. I groaned and let out a heavy breath, which acted as motivation for him. His grip grew tighter, my breathing grew faster, and then…he stopped.
His hands appeared again, and they removed my shirt. “The bra has got to go,” he said devilishly.
I mouthed the words, With pleasure and we went to work. Finally, it was gone. He stood in awe for a minute, admiring my breasts. They were naturally big, and I took pride in them. He took a step closer and shoved me onto the bed. He lay down on top of me and began licking my stomach, and then in between my breasts, never touching anything but the sides.
“You’ve been hiding this,” he said in between licks. “I’d be angry at you, but I’m busy.” Finally, he arched his back and reached with one hand to feel my breast naked. Seemingly pleased with the feeling, he twisted my nipple, and then licked it. He nibbled and tasted and took what was mine.
His ginger hair was now a mess, and his hazel eyes were wild.
I reached down and felt his manhood, still clothed. I unzipped his shorts slowly until he was only in his boxers. He then removed my shorts, revealing my underwear. And simultaneously, we removed the last barrier to what seemed like true love.
He rubbed in between my thighs and then thrust, pressing his manhood into me. I welcomed him and he thrust again. I let out a moan, a pleasured cry.
“Don’t stop,” I said in a slow, sexual whisper. “Make this last forever.”
His fingers entered me, rubbing me, and I let them. It was him I wanted to please. I loved him.
Suddenly, I was on top, and his hands were on my back, my butt, my thighs. He was enjoying everything. He pushed me over and licked my breasts again, nibbling on the nipples. He reached with his hand and groped tightly. A mixture of pain and pleasure exploded inside of me.
Without warning, he stood up, put his clothes back on and said, “I have to go. I’ve…I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m sorry, Mandy.”
I sat up and asked, "Marco, what's wrong?"
"I just had sex!" he said. "My Dad...he's so against it. He's so against teen and unmarried pregnancy. If I made you pregnant...he would flip. Hell, he's going to flip as it is!"
"He doesn't have to know."
"It's not that simple!" he shot back.
"Marco, you love me!" I reminded him, standing up and putting on his bathrobe.
He heaved a great sigh and shook his head, "I don't know anymore, Mandy. If this is all you were after, than do you love me either?"
I felt as if I had been punched in the gut. I felt as if someone had just cut me open, removed my heart, cut it up, and put it back in. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think.
Finally, I muttered, "You don't love me, then?"
He repeated, "I don't know anymore."
"But...what about what we had?"
"It'd be best if you just left."
"All over your idiot Dad!" I yelled. "Dads are worthless! They die! They're not worth anything."
And then he said something I never expected, something that was lower than anything I had ever said or done to him, "Maybe you just think that because your Dad was a drunk."
I ran away, crying.
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Marco's number was the Caller ID. I was so tempted to ignore it, but I picked it up anyway.
"Hi," I said icily. There was no emotion behind my words. I didn't know if I even felt an emotion toward him except anger anymore.
He was silent for a moment, but then he finally said, "You hate me."
I was about to protest, but then I replied, "Maybe a little."
He sighed, "I'm sorry about Friday. I didn't mean to...be such a jerk."
I paused for a moment and told him, "I think it's time your Dad knew."
"Yeah. Me, too."
My throat felt dry, and my heart felt scared, like I had said the wrong thing. Maybe his Dad didn't have to know. Maybe we could just keep it a secret.
But I knew what was right.
"I hope he's not too mad."
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His Father ran at me, “Get out of here, slut! You deceived my son!”
I screamed at him, “I love your son! I love him like no other!”
Marco yelled from the house, "Dad, stop, it wasn't just her fault! I made the choice to have sex, too!"
“You will never see my son again!” he yelled at me. “Go away, whore! Go away, slut!”
And I ran away, never looking back.
I’ve mostly forgotten about that night with Marco. All the evidence of it that I have is Lilly, the flower that bloomed when I thought that all else had withered. My—our sweet darling Lilly.
