Love Collected Stories

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together.”

~Plato, Symposium~

Loveless

I don't know if people relate with me or not but fuck it, i will tell my tale anyway. This is my story and my name is Ana. I’m twenty-three years old. I’m the wife of a man named Rico. We’ve been married for six years and have a five-year-old daughter.

I love my husband deeply. But I honestly don’t know if Rico loves me the same way. We got married because I once went away with him for several days and didn’t come home. Everyone searched for us. When they finally found us, our parents forced us to marry. I didn’t want to get married yet. But they were ashamed of the rumors that I was already pregnant, so they pushed the wedding through.

I didn’t leave with Rico for no reason. My parents had been working abroad since I was six years old, and they only came back around the time I got married at seventeen. I felt abandoned. I was lonely. Especially after the boy I liked in school, Paolo, rejected me. I felt worthless. Then I met Rico through a wrong number. From that day on we grew closer, and I believed he was the only one who truly cared about me.

But after we got married, reality hit hard. My mother-in-law never liked me. She constantly mocked and belittled me just because I only finished junior high and didn’t have a job. She always compared me to Rico’s ex-girlfriend.

“Must be nice being Mrs. Santos. Pretty daughter-in-law, stable job, and she even loves her mother-in-law. Mrs. Santos just sits around and gets her allowance every week,” she would sneer while I helped her in the kitchen.

“And Mrs. Reyes too. Her daughter married a rich man. Every month she gets hundreds of thousands in allowance. Rice by the sack. No wonder she’s always gossiping at Mrs. Lopez’s house in the afternoon. Her life is set,” she would go on, glancing at me over and over.

I just stayed quiet, tears rolling down my face. Telling Rico was useless. He never reacted. I had complained dozens of times, hoping he would do something, but he only stayed silent. This time I was done. I was furious. I couldn’t take my mother-in-law’s cruelty or Rico’s indifference anymore.

So I downloaded a dating app. I uploaded a profile photo that showed off my full breasts. Yes… I started selling myself. Just to shut that greedy woman’s mouth.

Before long my phone was flooded with messages from men. They all wanted my body. I started arranging meetings.

“Ana, baby, don’t forget. Ten o’clock at the hotel, okay?”

The message came from a client I had known for a while. He used to seem like a decent guy. We started off casually. But after I entered this dark world, I realized he was just good at hiding his secrets. No wonder he was still single. He could fuck women easily without ever getting married.

The moment I walked into the hotel room, he pulled me into his arms. His mouth crushed against mine hungrily while his hands already squeezed my large, heavy breasts.

“Ana, baby… suck my cock…” he whispered against my lips and neck.

“Yes. Whatever you want. As long as you pay extra, I’ll do anything,” I answered, squeezing his thick cock through his pants.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. I pulled his zipper down and freed his veiny, already-hard cock. I licked it greedily from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head and dipping into the slit until he groaned. Then I took him deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Spit ran down the shaft. I sucked his balls too, licking and gently pulling them into my mouth. I worked him with my tongue and lips until his eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, Ana… you’re so good… keep going… don’t stop…” he moaned, gripping my hair and thrusting into my mouth.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I asked sweetly, stroking him with my hand while licking the head again.

“Fuck yes… so good…” he panted.

“Want more?” I licked him like a popsicle, from base to tip, then lightly slapped the head with my tongue.

“Yes, baby… oh fuck… fuck…”

I didn’t wait. I swallowed his cock again, forcing it all the way down until my throat bulged and I almost gagged. My tongue kept moving under the shaft. In less than five minutes he was ready to explode.

“Ana… I’m gonna cum… oh fuck… fuck… yes… take it… swallow it all…” he groaned as thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth.

I swallowed every drop. Then I pulled him down and kissed him deeply so he could taste himself.

My pussy was still untouched, so I shoved him onto the bed. I straddled his half-soft cock and rubbed my soaked pussy along the length until he hardened again. I climbed up and sat on his face. He licked me hungrily, tongue fucking me and sucking hard on my clit until I was dripping. Then I moved back down and sank onto his thick cock in one slow motion.

“Ahhh…”

I rode him hard, bouncing up and down while squeezing my own heavy tits. They slapped together with every thrust.

“Ana… you’re so aggressive. I love how you fuck. You’re so good at draining my cock…” he praised, twisting and pinching my dark nipples.

“I’ll satisfy you whenever you want. This pussy is yours. As long as you pay, I’ll do anything,” I moaned, grinding and clenching around him.

The wet sound of my ass slapping against his hips filled the room.

“Switch. I want to fuck you properly. I want you shaking.”

He flipped me onto all fours and slammed into me from behind in one deep thrust.

“Fuck… ahhh…” I cried out as his thick cock stretched me open to the base.

The loud, wet sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room.

“Ahh… ahh… fuck… your cock feels so good…” I moaned.

“Your pussy’s tight… still gripping me. You work out?” he asked while pounding me hard.

“This is my workout… getting fucked,” I answered, biting my lower lip.

“You fuck your husband every day?”

“Sometimes three times a day when he’s off work. But I’m the one who asks for it. I get horny easily.”

“And now? How often with your husband?”

“Not much anymore. I’m too sore from getting fucked day and night. My pussy might get ruined. Besides, I’m already a little loose,” I answered honestly.

“I’m close… don’t stop… fuck… your cock feels so good… right there… harder…” I moaned, eyes rolling back as my pussy started to clench and gush.

“Fuck… yes… keep fucking me… I’m cumming…” I cried, gripping the sheets.

“I’m cumming too… take it…” he growled as he flooded my pussy with a second load of thick cum.

When he finally pulled out, I scooped the cum leaking from my pussy and licked it off my fingers while he watched with a filthy smile.

“You’re amazing, Ana. You’re a real fucking queen. I’m even more addicted to you,” he said, kissing my forehead.

After that we showered together. We soaped each other up. His hands found my wet breasts again, then slipped two fingers inside my still-creamy pussy. Not long after, he fucked me again right there in the shower, pressing my back against the steamy glass while holding one of my legs up. The wet sounds of our bodies mixed with the running water.

By noon I left the hotel with five thousand pesos in my hand.

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At six in the evening my phone vibrated again.

“Baby, meet me at seven for karaoke. Wear something sexy.”

Another client for the night.

At exactly seven I rode my motorcycle to the biggest karaoke place in the city. I went to the front desk, asked for the reserved room, and followed the staff. Before entering, I stopped at the restroom. I changed into a tiny skirt, a G-string, and a cropped tank top with no bra. My big, firm tits were half spilling out. I sprayed perfume on my neck and chest.

“Damn. There’s my thick girl. You’re finally here,” he said the moment I walked in, already groping my heavy breasts.

Without any small talk he pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him. We sang while I grinded on his lap, rubbing my pussy against the hard bulge in his pants. I guided his hands under my top so he could twist my nipples.

“Ana, baby… can I suck them?”

I pulled his head to my chest. He latched on hungrily, sucking and biting my stiff nipples.

“Ahh…”

I got even wetter. I ground harder against him, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, dark cock. I spit on my hand and stroked him from base to tip. His eyes rolled back and the microphone fell onto the couch.

“Fuck, Ana… your hand feels so good… don’t stop…”

“Don’t leave my pussy waiting too long. It’s already soaked… just shove it in,” I teased.

I pulled my skirt up, lined his cock up, and sank down on it in one motion.

“Ahhh… fuck…”

I rode him hard, squeezing my pussy around his cock with every bounce and grinding my clit against him.

“Ahh… ahh… that feels so good…”

Suddenly he stood up, carried me, and laid me on the couch. He pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and started pounding me deep and fast.

“Fuck… your cock is so long… hit it deeper…” I moaned.

“You like getting destroyed by my cock, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes… it feels so fucking good… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop…” My pussy clenched hard around him as I came, gripping his waist tightly.

“Take it… I’m cumming inside you…” he groaned as he emptied another load deep in my pussy.

We stayed tangled together for a while, then went back to singing like nothing had happened until the time was up.

That’s how my days have been ever since my mother-in-law started breaking me down. I’ll keep betraying her son if that’s what it takes to shut her cruel mouth with money.

THE END

1

“Aina, I love you. Will you accept my love?” I asked while holding both her hands.

Aina only smiled, then pulled her hands free from mine and walked away, leaving me behind.

“What’s your answer, Aina?”

“Aina, why are you just staying quiet?” I shouted.

Aina kept walking, putting more and more distance between us. She left me with a million questions.

Yeah, that was Aina—the mysterious girl full of question marks. Pretty face framed by dimples, straight hair. That was the last time I ever saw her, at the Form 5 SPM farewell. Maybe I really was too late telling her how I felt, and then we graduated.

Ten years slipped by without me noticing. All that time I lived in Kuala Lumpur with millions of other people chasing their dreams and ambitions in this city.

God knows how many girls I’ve dated.

Still never found the real thing.

Her sweet smile stays locked in my heart.

It’s time to find the girl I never got over.

I floored the gas and headed for Bandar Melaka. Luck was on my side—I got two weeks’ leave from work. I’ve been working long enough to be a permanent staff. You could say I’m settled: own house, own car. This is the perfect time to go after her.

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My name is Amir. Somehow I’ve already hit twenty-eight. Right now I’m driving toward the city I used to live in—the historic one, Bandar Melaka.

It’s been ten full years since I last set foot there. Not because I didn’t want to. There simply aren’t any relatives of mine left in that place. I’m originally from Johor. My dad used to work for the government as a civil servant. He was always posted out of town and would usually stay three or five years at a time. Melaka was one of those towns where he was stationed.

My mission in this city is crystal clear: get answers from the girl. Her name is Aina Sofea. I’ve been hearing bits and pieces from my old high school friends. She’s wearing the hijab now. That only makes me more curious, and my heart starts hammering harder at the thought of seeing her again.

It’s not that I’ve been stuck on one girl the whole time. No. I’ve tried putting my heart out there for several women who actually caught my interest. But after two months or three months of dating them, that dimpled face would suddenly pop back into my head.

She’d smile at me inside my mind, cocky as hell. Whatever liking or love I was trying to build for the girl I was with would just collapse. And I’d end up single again.

I drove past the North-South Expressway. Before I realized it I was already in Johor Bahru—the city they call the southern gateway. I looked for a hotel somewhere in the city. My brain was pretty fried. Driving alone does that to you. On top of that my eyes were starting to feel heavy.

The night got thicker. I smoked a cigarette and drank a cup of black coffee out on the balcony of my hotel room, keeping myself company in the loneliness. This city really is beautiful. Sitting right on the strait, it looks stunning at night with all the house lights glowing like fireflies floating around.

The sleepiness that had been hitting me suddenly disappeared. Old memories came flooding back. The sweet ones from when we were still in school together.

Back to the past…

That morning I was going back to school. Somehow the long break was already over. I don’t know why, but during holidays time flies, while during school it feels like time deliberately slows down just to mock me who’s already sick of studying, studying, and studying again.

Maybe I’m just the only one who feels that way. Like always, that morning I was late. Not because I woke up late. It was because I just didn’t feel like walking into a brand-new classroom. New friends, new atmosphere.

Of course I was already tired of that kind of thing. I’d moved schools several times. Some people might have been jealous of me, but the truth is I was jealous of the friends who got to stay in one place. Grow up and develop with the same friends.

Like always, morning assembly was already finished. This was my last day with my Form 4 friends. I read the wall where the student names and their classes were posted.

I walked into the class that had my name on it. It was already packed. Only one desk left for me. Oh no—I was sitting next to a girl. From the very beginning my desk partners had always been guys. I walked over to my seat. It was right in the middle, the third desk from the front.

The seat on her left was empty. I approached it, took off the bag I’d locked, and sat down.

“Hey, I’m Aina. What's your name?” The voice came from my right—clearly a girl’s voice.

I turned my head toward the source. Wow. The girl was really pretty, ponytail hair, smiling sweetly with little dimples at both corners of her cheeks.

She held out her right hand—smooth-looking—as a sign of friendship. I took that soft hand. Then I gave her the best smile I had, the one people say is sweet. Sweet-bitter, more like it. Hehehe.

“Amir,” I answered.

That was the first time I ever met her. A pretty girl I somehow never noticed during the two years I’d been at that school.

Day by day I got closer to her. Jokes and laughter filled the time we spent together. Little sparks of love started growing in my chest. Especially because she and I often walked home together. I really wanted to tell her how I felt, but…

One day at school…

It was recess time.

“What do you want to eat, Amir?” she asked.

“Dunno, Aina. I’ll just eat you,” I answered, grinning.

“I can be eaten?”

“Of course. It’s your heart that’s getting eaten by me,” I said, laying on the cheesy line.

“Shusshh, incoming the player,” Lina muttered from the desk behind me.

I saw my close friend from Form 4, Azlan, walking toward us. Yeah, Azlan was handsome and known as a player.

“Hey, Amir,” he said.

“Hey, Lan,” I answered.

“Hey, Aina,” he said.

“Oh—hi, Lan,” she answered.

“Aina, can you stand up for a second? There’s something I want to say to you,” Azlan asked as he stepped over to her side.

Aina stood up. Then suddenly Azlan confessed his feelings with that dramatic half-kneeling pose—one leg folded under him like a cushion. I was completely shocked. A weird, tight feeling filled my chest. Aina looked confused and for a second glanced in my direction. I still don’t know what that look meant. Then the words came out that somehow stabbed me straight through the heart.

“Yes, I accept your love, Lan,” she said.

Disappointment wrapped around my mind. Somehow I got carried away by emotion. Reflexively I shoved my desk and walked straight out of the classroom.

“Amiiir!” Aina’s voice called after me.

I ignored the call. Of course the fire of jealousy was burning in my chest. Hot air filled my head and disappointment slammed into my heart. It felt so tight. My dream of confessing to her was completely dead.

My relationship with Aina turned sour. It was weird. Aina herself noticed the change in my attitude.

“What’s wrong with you, Amir? You used to like joking around, now you just stay quiet,” she asked.

“So if I’m quiet, that means I’m wrong? Am I obligated to talk and joke with you? No, Aina,” I answered coldly.

“Huuu, so cold,” she said.

“Whatever. Just talk to Azlan. If you want, he can transfer classes and switch with me so you two can be all lovey-dovey,” I answered.

“Hey, what’s with you? Are you jealous?” she said.

“Hmmm, no way,” I answered.

“I don’t even feel like talking to you, you just piss me off,” she said.

“Whatever,” I answered.

Yeah, I was really pissed at her for accepting Azlan’s love. Even though she knew Azlan was a player and a bastard. He liked telling his friends every single thing he’d done with his girlfriends. Maybe Azlan saw that as proof of how great he was at conquering women. I saw him as a sex criminal.

And sure enough, that afternoon when I was going home from school and heading toward the boys’ toilet, I passed a rest room. I heard a woman’s soft moans that somehow sounded familiar.

“Lan… don’t… hmmmmmp…” she moaned quietly, but I could still hear it.

I got curious. I peeked through the window of that rest room. What I saw really tore my heart open. Aina was kissing Azlan. Thousands of knives stabbed into my chest. It hurt so damn much. Especially when Azlan’s hand started squeezing Aina’s right breast. I saw Aina’s hand trying to stop his naughty hand, but…

Her hand only managed to hold him for a moment before it went weak. Azlan pressed her body against the wall of the room, his knee sliding between Aina’s thighs. He pushed her school uniform up, revealing white skin that trembled under the dim light. Azlan’s mouth moved to her neck, sucking slowly, leaving wet marks that made Aina catch her breath in short gasps.

Azlan’s hand went lower, tracing her stomach then slipping inside her skirt. Aina bit her lip, her hips lifting a little as if her own body was betraying the refusal in her head. Soft wet sounds could be heard when Azlan’s fingers found the gap behind her underwear. Aina moaned through clenched teeth, her toes curling inside her school shoes.

Azlan pulled her skirt higher, exposing her thighs, then lowered the zipper of his own pants. He rubbed his already-hard cock along Aina’s wet slit—not pushing in, just sliding slowly, over and over, making Aina bite Azlan’s shoulder so she wouldn’t make too much noise. Every rub produced a quiet wet sound that was still clear to my ears standing outside the window.

Aina spread her legs wider without being told. Azlan pushed the tip in a little—just the head—then pulled out again, rubbed, pushed in another inch deeper. Aina squirmed, the hand that had been rejecting him now gripping Azlan’s shirt. Her breath was short, chest rising and falling fast. Azlan sped up his movements, still shallow, still rubbing, still torturing her with a rhythm that never fully filled her.

I stood frozen. Every one of Aina’s moans, every wet slide, every time her hips rose to meet him cut deeper than just jealousy. Several times it was clear Aina tried to fight it. But obviously her strength lost to Azlan. Anger rose in my chest. I immediately walked to the door of that room and kicked it hard.

Thuddddd!!!

Of course they must have been startled. I ran away from that room and headed straight home.

“Argggggggg, Azlan you fucking bastard,” I muttered.

“You’re an idiot too, Aina,” I muttered, pissed.

That night I looked really pissed off. Like a complete fool. I cursed both of them. Even though they were dating, somehow I just couldn’t stand seeing Aina being touched by someone else.

The next morning I went back to school. The anger was still wrapping around me. I noticed something different about Aina. Her eyes looked puffy, like she’d just been crying. And she looked like someone who’d gone quiet.

“I already broke up, Amir, with Azlan,” she said suddenly.

My anger suddenly disappeared and turned into happiness. A small smile appeared on my lips.

“Why did you break up, Aina?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to break up,” she answered.

The recess bell rang again. I saw Azlan with an angry face walking toward Aina.

Bang! Azlan’s hand slammed down on Aina’s desk.

It made me, Aina, and a few other people still in the class jump in surprise.

“What’s the fuck is this, Aina? Suddenly asking to break up and all!?” he said.

Aina just stayed quiet.

“There’s no history of me getting dumped by a girl. Cheap slut acting pure. Acting all holy, Aina. Said you didn’t want it, but once I kissed you you got addicted. Once I touched you you got comfortable. Too bad someone interrupted yesterday,” he said, humiliating Aina.

Aina looked sad and without realizing it tears started falling down her cheeks. Women really are weak creatures—their hearts break so easily.

I stood up and walked over to Azlan.

“Sorry, bro. If you want to be a human, just be a human. If you want to be a dog, just be a dog. Don’t try to be both human and dog at the same time. That just makes you a human dog,” I said, then punched him straight in the face with my fist.

His lip started bleeding.

“Wow, a late hero, huh,” he said, smiling and challenging me.

So a serious fight broke out between me and Azlan. We traded punches and kicks. Nobody separated us. Until finally I saw an opening when both his legs were spread. And there was his fragile dick, not protected at all. I immediately aimed my right foot right at the middle of his crotch and kicked his dick hard.

“Aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh!” Azlan groaned in pain, dropping to the floor and rolling left and right while both hands held his dick.

“Bastard, Amirrr,” he said.

“Hahaha, everyone already knows who the real bastard is,” I answered.

“One more time you touch Aina, it won’t just be your dick that gets destroyed. Even that handsome face of yours I’ll turn into something ugly,” I threatened.

In the end a teacher came and helped Azlan who was still in pain. Azlan and I were both sent to the discipline room.

“Thank you, Amir,” Aina said.

“You’re welcome, Aina. I can’t stand seeing a girl get hurt,” I answered.

My relationship with Aina got better again and we became close once more. We were almost like something more than friends. Beautiful memories with her started getting recorded in my mind. But I was still too shy to tell her how much I liked her.

Time flew by. Somehow today was already my last day of school. The graduation results had been announced. Aina and I both graduated with the best grades.

Like always, we held the uniform-signing event. Yeah, what we did was wrong. But it was one form of freedom after three years of the same study routine.

I pulled her right hand and held it tightly with my left hand, moving away from the crowd of people lost in the euphoria.

“Aina, I love you. Will you accept my love?” I asked while holding both her hands, standing face to face.

Aina only smiled, then pulled her hands free from mine and walked away, leaving me.

“What’s your answer, Aina?”

“Aina, why are you just staying quiet?” I shouted.

Aina kept walking farther and farther away from me. She passed the houses of those people and disappeared from my sight. Her leaving without answering my question left me with a million questions even until now. I hope you miss me too, Aina.

Back to the present…

Somehow I’d already finished a whole pack of cigarettes. Same with the cup of coffee that helped me remember all those old memories. Those old memories slowly started leaving my mind.

Not long after that, sleepiness and tiredness hit me. Time to sleep and recharge this body that was getting weaker and weaker, until I finally drifted off.

“ZzzzzzzzzzzzZzz”

2

“Yaaaaawn…”

Birds chirping woke me up. Like they were calling my name, telling me to get up and keep going. I checked the clock—already 8 a.m.

Breakfast tasted damn good. Special fried rice plus a warm plain tea really helped warm up my body that still felt cold from the morning air in this city. Through the window I watched the thick fog start to fade, replaced by slanted rays of sunlight.

I hit the gas again, heading south onto the expressway toward Melaka. This highway connecting the surrounding areas really is something else. The road is extreme—twisting up and down a hill, pumping pure adrenaline.

I’d been driving for two hours already. Before I knew it I was in the Ayer Keroh area. Part of me wanted to stop at a few of the historic spots here. Places I hadn’t visited in forever. Pretty soon I’d be in Bandar Melaka itself. The place I was aiming for after passing a few housing areas.

The welcome gate of Bandar Melaka greeted me. Finally I was here. The city didn’t look all that different from the one I left behind. The traditional vibe was still strong.

Without wasting time I headed straight for her house in one of the residential areas in Melaka. I still remembered the place perfectly. Back in school I used to visit a lot—sometimes to do homework, sometimes just to hang out.

The clock showed 1 p.m. I pulled my H-logo hatchback over to the side of the road right in front of her gate. The house had completely changed. No more traditional look. Now it was modern minimalist, two stories.

Was this really her house? I started doubting. But the info I got from Faiz, my close buddy, said Aina still lived at the same address. Yeah—before I took off chasing after her, I’d asked around my old high school friends. I didn’t want this whole trip to be a waste.

Knock-knock-knock.

“Assalamualaikum,” I said.

Click. The door opened.

“Waalaikumsalam. Ehhh, you’re Amir, right?” said a middle-aged woman who was none other than Aina’s mom. Her pretty face had been claimed by age. Wrinkles were starting to show. Her eyes scanned me carefully.

“Hehehe, yeah, Auntie. How’ve you been?” I answered with a smile.

“Good, Amir. Wow-wow, you’ve gotten even more handsome. Where the hell have you been disappearing to?” Auntie Aishah asked.

“I didn’t disappear, Auntie. My dad got transferred to Kuala Lumpur,” I answered.

“Oh, is that so. You should’ve at least told me, Amir. Auntie already thinks of you like family. Don’t just vanish like that. You’re here looking for Aina, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Sorry, Auntie. Yeah. How’d you know?” I answered.

“She’s at work right now, Amir. Come on in. We can chat while we wait for her to get home,” she offered.

“Oh right, it’s Monday, isn’t it. I forgot, Auntie. Hehehe,” I answered.

So Auntie Aishah and I talked about everything and nothing. That simple, down-to-earth Melaka vibe of hers hadn’t changed at all. We got along great. Until finally her husband—Uncle Razak—came home from work too. Then the three of us just kept talking.

“You’ve gotten even more handsome, Amir,” he said.

“Hehehe, you and your flattery, Uncle,” I answered.

“You’re here to finish that unfinished love story, aren’t you?” he said.

I just stayed quiet and felt my face heat up.

“Finish whatever you need to finish. But don’t force it, Amir. Feel bad for Aina later,” he added.

I had no idea what he meant by that. I just nodded. We changed the subject and the atmosphere lightened up again.

“Assalamualaikum,” a girl’s voice came from the front door.

Yeah—that familiar voice. That sweet voice I hadn’t heard in so long. Had to be Aina. And sure enough, when I turned toward the sound—

“Waalaikumsalam,” the three of us answered.

I could see the change in her. She was wearing a hijab now. She had on a tosca-green one-piece work dress, matching tudung, paired with a white blazer that made her look even more elegant. Her face showed pure shock when she saw me.

Then that smile—the one with the two little folds at the corners of her cheeks—bloomed again.

Aina walked over to me. I stood up and held out my hand.

“How are you, Aina?” I asked.

“I’m good, Abang. You’re doing okay too, right?” she asked back without taking my right hand. Instead she put both her palms together and offered them that way.

“Amir, Uncle and Auntie will leave you two alone for a bit,” Uncle Razak said, and then both of Aina’s parents walked off toward the living room. Then after they gone,

Slap!

I felt a hand smack my cheek. Whose hand could it be but Aina’s.

“Ow, Aina, that hurts, you know,” I said, rubbing my cheek.

“Sorry, Abang. I just needed to make sure you were really Amir and not some random guy. That guy was the one who just left me hanging back then. I thought Amir was already gone for good,” she said.

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense, Aina,” I answered.

“Yeah, it’s really me. You’ve gotten even prettier, Aina. Especially now that you’re wearing the hijab,” I said.

“Hmm, smooth talker. You’ve got an agenda, don’t you,” she said.

“You already know me, Aina. But before I tell you why I’m here, can I take you out to enjoy the beauty of Bandar Melaka at night?” I asked.

“I don’t mind, Abang. But you have to ask my parents first,” she answered.

Even without asking I knew they’d say yes. Still, I went and asked Aina’s parents for permission.

Now I was on Jonker Street. I was enjoying Melaka’s famous sweet street-food for dinner, sitting with the girl I’d been missing for so long. Jokes and laughter filled our conversation. It felt like we were a couple already deep in love. No awkwardness between us at all. The thirst from all those years of missing her finally got quenched.

Now she was in the car, on the way home. I felt her head resting on my left shoulder.

“Aina, come with me to the beach tomorrow,” I asked.

“Where? Tanjung Bidara Beach?” she asked.

“Yeah, Aina. I’m curious. People say the beach is beautiful. As beautiful as you. Hehehe,” I answered.

“Okay, Abang. Tomorrow I’ll just take the day off,” she answered.

“That’s more like it. You wanna be my girlfriend, don’t you,” I said.

“Huuu, you wish. You’re such a smooth talker,” she said again.

“I’m serious, you know. You keep calling it smooth talk,” I asked.

“Fine, fine. I believe you. You’ve gotten more handsome too, Abang,” she said, looking a little shy.

“Of course. We’ll be the perfect couple, Aina, if we get together. Especially if we end up getting married,” I said.

“Don’t hope for too much, Abang,” she answered.

Aina’s answer left me with a million questions. I had no idea what she meant. Was she already seeing someone…?

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One morning at Tanjung Bidara Beach…

The roar of the waves.

Waves racing toward the shore.

Carrying grains of sand to scatter.

I was with the girl of my dreams.

Sitting nicely at the edge of the beach.

Enjoying the wide ocean that stretched out like it had no end.

The morning air felt cool.

Especially with her next to me.

We started running around, teasing each other, chasing each other.

Like a pair of lovers getting all lovey-dovey.

Aina and I faced each other.

Our eyes locked.

Then a smile appeared.

Our lips slowly moved closer.

And finally we kissed.

“Hmmppppp.”

I kissed Aina’s thin lips right there on the beach.  

Aina kissed me back. Not out of lust—just pure overflowing affection and longing.

“I love you, Aina,” I said after we stopped kissing.

“Love you too, Amir,” she answered.

“Will you marry me, Aina Sofea?” I said, dropping to one knee in front of her and holding out a red heart-shaped ring box.

“So… so… sorry, Abang,” she said.

“Hikss… hikss… hikss…” she cried.

I had no idea what was going on with her.

“Why are you crying, Aina?” I asked.

“I… I… I’m getting married, Abang,” she answered.

Boom.

Like a lightning strike.

“Yo… yo… you’re too late, Abang,” she said again.

“Argggggggg,” I muttered.

“Why am I always too late?” I regretted.

It felt like God just wouldn’t let me be with her.

Yeah—God only let me keep the beautiful memories of her.

The harder I chased, the farther that love seemed to walk away.

It’s true—forcing a relationship only ends up hurting.

“Ten years is a long time, Abang,” she said.

“A lot of guys offered me their hearts...” she said.

“You never chased after me, Abang,” she added.

“Even after that farewell party was over,” Aina said.

“I waited for you to come after me, but like an idiot you just disappeared like some dream that floated away,” Aina said.

“In the end I made a choice,” she said.

“I accepted the proposal of a guy who actually has a future,” she said.

“Not just empty talk—someone who could give me certainty,” she said.

“I’m sorry, Abang,” she said.

“Hiks… hiks… hiks…” Aina’s crying voice.

I felt that same pain all over again.

Disappointment and heartbreak mixed into one.

My body felt so weak.

Like a body without a soul.

My long wait for an answer felt completely wasted.

Once again this pain was all I got.

Like this love was completely one-sided.

This heartbreak felt like getting stabbed over and over.

The disappointment was huge.

But that was the consequence of an answer.

I forced myself to stay strong.

Even though I wanted to cry.

“Congratulations, Aina,” I said.

“Hikss… hikss… hikss…”

“Tha… tha… thank you, Abang. Don’t forget to come, Abang,” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll come—and at the same time say goodbye to you, Aina,” I said.

“That guy’s really lucky. Who is he, Aina?” I asked.

“Ju… just a regular guy, Abang. Hikss,” she said, still crying.

“Come on, don’t cry, Aina. You’re supposed to be happy,” I said.

“I’m sorry for showing up in your heart again,” I added.

“But I really, truly love you,” I said.

But love can’t be forced.

Only fate can decide.

Whether that love keeps going…

Or just turns into a lament.

I turned around and walked closer to the water’s edge.

“Arghgggghgggggg!” I yelled.

Yeah—I had to let that love go.

So it could be replaced by someone else’s love.

Let my love story with Aina stay a beautiful memory.

No more regret left.

Because I already fought for it.

I wiped the tears that had started falling.

But the drops only got bigger and bigger.

“Abang, Aina’s gonna head home first,” she said from not far away.

“Yeah, Aina. Be careful,” I answered without turning my head, because I was too embarrassed for her to see me crying.

Aina had already walked away.

“See? Nobody chased me. You so damn clueless!” she yelled.

What the hell did she mean? I turned around and saw her smiling. Yeah—that smile. The smile that always lived in my head. The smile with the little folds at both corners of her cheeks called dimples. Aina was smiling at me.

“I loveeee you, Amirrrrrr!” she yelled.

I immediately ran toward her.

“I love you too, Aina,” I said.

“Marry me, Amir. I’ve been waiting for you way too long. Good thing you showed up at the right time, sorry for the prank!” she said.

And without us even realizing it, our lips met again.

Her thin lips felt warm.

My heart felt so happy.

I almost had a heart attack when I realized she’d been messing with me the whole time.

My long wait finally got its answer.

I succeeded in chasing her.

Chasing the girl of my dreams.

One month later we got married. I recited the ijab kabul as my sacred promise to her.

A promise to always love her.

A promise to always be faithful to her.

A promise to always protect her.

A promise to always make her happy.

Wedding Night…

Finally the wedding reception was over.

All the guests, relatives, and family had gone back to their own homes.

Now Aina and I were officially husband and wife.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

My heart was pounding hard as I watched Aina undressing herself. Her white wedding gown was complicated as hell—really hard to take off. Especially since it was so covering. Made sense because Aina wore a tudung. One by one she managed to get it off. Her white tudung. The wedding gown. The corset she was wearing. Somehow it felt like watching a dancer slowly revealing herself. Of course my cock stood straight up.

Now I could see the long hair I’d never seen before. Straight, jet-black, cascading down. And the forbidden parts of her body that kept getting more and more exposed, answering every dirty curiosity in my head.

Her white body was now only covered by a white tank top and white panties. She smiled shyly at me, already on the bed.

I smiled back. Then she walked over and lay down next to me. Her skin was so white and smooth. The curves of her breasts pushed out, peeking like they were begging for my dirty hands. Fuck, I was getting more and more impatient.

“I’m completely yours now, my lovely husband.” she said.

Our lips met. Kissing, tasting each other. My hands didn’t stay still. I gently squeezed both her breasts that were still covered by the bra and tank top, one after the other.

Her breasts felt firm and springy, making me even more curious about what they really looked like.

I stopped the kiss. Then I pushed her white tank top up. Aina’s face flushed with embarrassment. Maybe she still wasn’t used to showing her beautiful body to the opposite sex. I took her bra off too. Unhooked the back clasp and slid the straps off her shoulders.

God, those breasts. Breasts that left me stunned because they looked so perfect to my eyes. Round and firm with small pink nipples already hard and standing up.

“Abang, stop staring. It’s embarrassing,” Aina said.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, baby. Let me kiss them,” I said.

Aina only nodded.

I immediately played my tongue around her nipple. I started with the right one. Circled the small bud. Then kissed and sucked that already-hard little nipple with my lips.

“Ohhh… Abang… that tickles…” she breathed.

While I sucked her right nipple, my left hand played with her left breast. I kept stimulating Aina. The pleasure must have been spreading through her whole body, because her moans started getting clearer.

“Ahh… Abang… what are you doing to me…” she moaned.

After I was satisfied with her right nipple, I moved to the left one.

Aina’s moans got more intense and echoed through our room.

“Ahh… ahhh…” she moaned.

Now I pulled down those white panties. Her pussy was right there—thin hair, and the folds of her hole that still looked neat and tight. I spread her legs and aimed the head of my cock to start splitting her open.

“Hold on, baby. It only hurts for a second,” I told her.

Aina just nodded.

I started pushing in. I thrust my hips forward so the head of my cock began splitting and forcing its way into her hole. Even though she was already wet, it still felt insanely tight. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, my cock managed to enter her until the whole shaft was buried deep inside.

Schlick…

Squelch…

“Ahh… it stings, Abang…” she moaned.

My cock was now fully inside her.

I started moving my hips slowly, then more intensely, then faster and faster.

The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

“Ahh… ahh… ahhh…” she moaned.

Her hole was so tight and felt so fucking good. I couldn’t hold on much longer. Especially since this was my first time having sex. I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock started throbbing.

“Ahhh… Abanggg…” Aina moaned as she came.

I could feel her orgasm fluids hitting my shaft. I sped up even more. I couldn’t hold it. My cock pulsed harder and harder and—

“Fuck… Aina…” I groaned.

A hot surge of my cum filled her womb.

I kissed Aina on the forehead and our night of sex came to an end.

This is the end of my story. The story of chasing the girl of my dreams. Thanks to my effort and also to fate, the girl is now in my arms.

Chase your love and don’t just let her walk away.

Better she leaves because of an answer than because of a question mark.

The End

1

My name is Ethan Parker, and I’m a junior at one of the most well-known public high schools in my city. I’ve had a massive crush on this girl from the neighboring high school for a long time. Let’s just call her Olivia Carter. She’s gorgeous—tons of guys are into her, and she’s pretty popular at her school.

Honestly, I’ve never had the guts to tell Olivia how I feel. Forget actually asking her out; even texting her made my hands shake. Hahaha… what can I say, man? I’ve got some bitter history with girls, so I’m kinda traumatized about getting close to one.

Luckily, I’ve got my best friends, Jake and Ryan. They’re the ones I always vent to whenever I’m stressing about Olivia.

One day during a free period at school, I stepped out of class, put on my headphones, and started zoning out thinking about her. I was so deep in my daydream that I didn’t even notice Jake and Ryan standing right next to me.

“Yo, dude, what the hell are you doing? You’re gonna get possessed or something!” Jake smacked my back with his thick 200-page economics textbook. I jumped up like I’d been electrocuted.

“Bro, you trying to give me a heart attack?!” I snapped.

“What’s up, Ethan? Thinking about the queen again, huh? Hahahahaha!” Ryan jumped in. Me and Ryan always called Olivia “the queen” as our code name.

“Come on, man… always Olivia this, Olivia that. Let’s hit up Blueball Café! I’m starving, bro!” Jake said.

“Nah, I’m good. I don’t have any cash,” I replied sarcastically.

“Hah? Ryan, you buying this?” Jake asked with his heavy accent.

“No way… this rich kid? Nah,” Ryan answered with an equally thick drawl.

Jake and Ryan had transferred from somewhere out of state. They still talked with that heavy regional accent from back home.

“Man, what are you guys even saying? Speak normal English! I can’t understand a word,” I cut in with a straight face.

“Hahahahaha… that’s why you gotta pay attention in regional accent class, dude!” Jake laughed mockingly as if there really were a class on regional accents at this school.

“Forget it, just come with us! Hurry up… we’ll spot you. Mr. Anderson isn’t teaching today, and the final bell’s about to ring anyway,” Ryan said, yanking my arm.

I wasn’t really feeling it, but I’d rather go than stand around looking like an idiot in front of the classroom. So I went back in, grabbed my bag plus theirs, and followed them out.

Blueball Café sat at the intersection right near school—just a five-minute walk. I slung my backpack over my shoulder lazily. My mood was off all day.

After a few minutes, we spotted the café with rows of parked bikes and cars out front. I noticed one motorcycle I recognized immediately, and my stomach dropped. I glanced at Ryan and Jake—they were fighting back grins.

My gut feeling got worse. We walked inside, and in the corner I saw a group of guys and girls, all still in high school uniforms. I didn’t recognize any of them.

“Yo!” Jake greeted one of his buddies.

“Yo! You skipping too, bro? Hahahahaha!” the guy replied. I think his name was Tyler—a big, tall dude who looked like the typical tough-guy type.

“Hey Chloe. You been waiting long?” Ryan asked one of the girls he had a serious crush on. They immediately started talking privately.

Soon the whole group was chatting loudly about everything and nothing. I just sat there quietly, listening and laughing when something funny came up (I didn’t know anyone there, after all).

I drifted off again, still uneasy about that familiar motorcycle outside. Not knowing what else to do, I put my headphones back on, looked down at my phone, and scrolled through songs.

Once I found the right track, I hit play. My favorite music filled my ears. I smiled and tilted my head back.

I froze. It felt like a construction worker had me in a chokehold. There was Olivia standing right in front of me, hands in her jacket pockets, smiling sweetly. My heart slammed in my chest.

“Take those headphones off! You’re gonna go deaf!” she said, snatching them away.

“Report to your queen first!” Ryan elbowed me.

I was so shocked and starstruck that I could barely speak. “Huh? Q… queen? Whaaaaah?” I mumbled like an idiot.

The whole group burst out laughing. Jake was crying from laughing so hard, and Tyler pounded the table. I have no idea how stupid my face looked, but I was mortified. I never expected Olivia to be part of this crew.

After that, I started joining the conversation. Turns out they were all cool, friendly, outgoing kids. I fit right in with the group.

From then on, we hung out all the time. I got to know every member of the crew, and because of them I was able to get closer to Olivia.

We all got really tight. One weekend we decided to go to the mall together. The girls—Madison, Olivia, Chloe, and Hailey—wanted to check out clothes, while me, Ryan, Tyler, and Jake headed to the gadget expo on the fifth floor. We took Jake’s big SUV.

Like most girls around here, Madison, Chloe, and Hailey wore t-shirts and short shorts, but Olivia had on a t-shirt and full-length jeans.

Her shirt was modest but tight, and a little loose around the chest, which really showed off her sexy figure and gave a tempting view of her cleavage.

I sat up front next to Jake, who was driving. The girls squeezed together in the middle row, and Tyler and Ryan took the back.

In the car, the girls were gossiping nonstop.  

“Damn, Olivia, you look so sexy right now…” Madison teased.

“Yeah… it’s giving a certain vibe… hahahaha,” Hailey added, and the other girls laughed.

Olivia looked embarrassed and tried to cover her chest.

“Come on… all my shirts are in the wash. I didn’t realize this one was too small.”

They moved on to talking about makeup, fashion trends, and a bunch of other stuff guys don’t care about. Ryan and Tyler were deep in conversation about a phone in the gadget magazine Jake brought.

I pretended to scroll on my phone, but I kept sneaking glances at Olivia’s cleavage from across the seat. I swallowed hard.

Right before we reached the mall, a heavy downpour started.

“Aw man… it’s pouring, and the underground parking is probably full. Let’s find somewhere else,” Jake said.

“Nooo! They have umbrellas you can borrow there!” the girls answered together.

“Fine… whatever,” Jake chuckled and pulled into the open-air parking lot.

We parked, jumped out, and ran toward a covered area. Three parking attendants happened to be heading back with four umbrellas. Everyone grabbed one. Me and Olivia got left behind. We watched the others head off under the umbrellas.

Five minutes passed and no one came back for us.

“Wanna just run for it? It’s less than a hundred yards,” I said to Olivia.

She nodded. We dashed through the heavy rain. By the time we reached the mall entrance we were both soaked, though my waterproof jacket saved me from the worst of it.

“Shit, sorry… the attendants just took off somewhere,” Jake apologized.

“Yeah, we were gonna give you guys an umbrella but they left with all of them,” Madison grumbled.

I nodded. When I looked at Olivia, she was shivering, completely drenched. Because her shirt was wet, every curve of her body was visible, and her cleavage was even more exposed. I swallowed again.

As we walked inside, I noticed every pair of eyes in the mall staring at Olivia’s impressive cleavage. The others didn’t notice because they were walking ahead.

Olivia tried desperately to cover herself. She looked mortified and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. She was shivering badly. Feeling bad for her, I ran to the nearest drink stand, bought a hot tea, and brought it back.

“Here…” I handed it to her.

“Thanks, Ethan,” she said quietly. She drank it right away, but it was awkward because she still had to keep covering herself.

When she lifted her arm to sip, the shape of her breasts became even clearer. My eyes widened and my dick instantly got hard. I quickly pushed the dirty thought away.

I felt sorry for her, so I took off my jacket and put it on her, then wrapped my arm around her. Disappointed groans came from all directions as her body disappeared under my jacket.

I shot a sharp look at a group of guys who had been laughing and pointing at her. When they saw me glaring, they scattered.

Olivia was surprised by what I did but didn’t pull away. She looked at me with an expression I’ll never forget—deep, intense, and piercing. It made me weak.

I couldn’t hold her gaze, so I let go of her shoulder and slowed down until I was at the back of the group. I felt embarrassed, awkward, and weird about what I’d done.

I thought she’d be furious with me. But she wasn’t. She kept joking around like normal, though I caught her glancing at me a few times. My heart raced. Did this mean she had feelings for me too?

One weekend there was a big city festival. My crew invited me to watch the parade at the town square, but I turned them down because I wanted to get home early. My house was pretty far from downtown.

The whole ride home I barely saw anyone—they were all heading to the festival. The city felt like a ghost town. I wondered just how big this event really was.

I cruised on my motorcycle, relaxed. When I reached the intersection, the light was green. “Nice, gun it!” I thought.

Suddenly, right in the middle of the intersection, a motorcycle came flying toward me at high speed. The rider looked drunk—no helmet, red eyes, messed-up face. I slammed the brakes, but he swerved to follow me. I was stunned. We were only a yard apart.

“What the fuck should I do?!” I cursed in my head.

CRASSSSHHHH!!!

I caught a glimpse of the asphalt flying away from me and then… everything,

went,

black.

The first thing I felt was pain and cold in my right arm.

“Where am I? I think I crashed… am I dead?” I wondered.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on a couch. White ceiling. Sweet perfume smell—I vaguely recognized it. I looked around and saw my friends sitting nearby: Noah, Emma, and… Olivia!! My breath caught.

“Still alive, Ethan? Hahaha!” Emma joked.

“You’re damn lucky, man. Just some bruises on your arm! Your bike’s totaled in the yard. Nobody else helped until Olivia found you. But dude… passing out like that?” Noah laughed.

“Ouch! Why are you guys all here?” I asked, wincing as I touched my arm.

“I was on my way home and saw you lying in the road with your wrecked bike. I texted Noah and Emma since everyone else was stuck in festival traffic. Luckily they hadn’t left yet, so I sent them over,” Olivia explained while pressing a cold compress on my bruised arm.

So that was the cold feeling. My pulse raced…

“An angel spoke to me…” I muttered.

“Huh? What’d you say, Ethan? You’re definitely talking nonsense! He was talking about you, Olivia!” Noah blurted with a grin.

“What? For real? What did you just say?” Olivia asked me.

“Ah, nothing… don’t worry about it… hahaha,” I replied.

Emma checked her watch. “Hey, Noah and I gotta head out. My date’s waiting… hehe. Saturday night, you know? Haha.”

“Uh-huh, we know… the ones still single…” Olivia laughed.

“See you later, man! Ethan, drive safe next time! We’re out, Olivia!” Noah said, grabbing his helmet.

“Later!” Emma smiled. Something about her smile felt like it had a hidden meaning.

Olivia walked them out. Her phone was lying on the table. I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed it and opened her messages.

I was shocked. There were tons of texts from random guys trying to hit on her. Even while I was looking, new ones kept coming in.

Then I checked her sent messages. I couldn’t believe it—she only replied to me and our crew, and she texted me the most by far. Ever since the café incident, we’d been texting a lot.

“Wawawawawawa……!!” I screamed happily in my head.

Seconds later the door opened and Olivia walked back in.

“Hey Ethan, have you eaten—” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw me on her phone.

My heart dropped.

“Shit… idiot! Idiot!! She’s gonna be pissed!” I panicked internally.

“Have you eaten? I’m about to make some chicken stir fry. Want some?” she asked, taking her phone back and sitting on the floor beside me. I could tell she was trying to stay calm.

“Uh… yeah, I already ate… hehe,” I answered awkwardly.

An uncomfortable silence fell over us. We were both nervous and embarrassed. Finally I tried to break it.

“So… where am I exactly? I meant to ask earlier but kept forgetting.”

“This is my house. You crashed nearby. The street was empty and no one else was around, so I brought you here,” she smiled awkwardly.

“For real? I’m at your place? I feel bad about your family—I’m a guy!” I said quickly.

“It’s fine… everyone’s at the store, so no one’s home,” she said softly.

“So… it’s just… the two of us here?” I asked, stumbling over the words.

Olivia nodded slowly, looking down at her phone. I caught a blush on her cheeks. I tried to sit up, ignoring the pain in my arm.

“Don’t sit up yet!” she said, grabbing my hand.

I looked straight into her eyes. We stared at each other for a long moment. Her calm gaze was full of maturity and warmth. I was speechless.

The pain in my arm disappeared. A few seconds later Olivia realized first and blushed.

“Oh, right. I’ll go make those fry…” she said, changing the subject.

I stayed quiet.

When she stood up, I pulled her hand fast so our faces were inches apart.

She was a little taller than me, maybe 5'7", with fair skin, a slim body, and breasts that weren’t huge but were perky and incredibly tempting. Perfect proportions. Her long, straight, shoulder-length black hair looked well-cared for.

Olivia stared deeply into my eyes. For a second I hesitated… “Should I?” I thought.

I leaned in. She didn’t pull away, so I went for it.

I kissed her lips with all the affection I had. No resistance—she even closed her eyes.

I gently pulled her down beside me and kept kissing her.

The feeling was incredible—her lips were warm and soft. We made out for about three minutes. In that time, who wouldn’t get turned on? Hehe…

I wrapped my arms around her waist. Olivia opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. I brushed her hair aside, revealing her smooth, elegant neck, and caught the scent of her perfume. I kissed the left side of her neck.

“Mmmmmhh…” Olivia moaned softly and squeezed my hands.

I turned her so she was sitting with her back to me and kissed her neck again. My breath tickled her.

“Uuuuuh…” Her moans started getting out of control.

My hands unbuttoned her uniform one by one. She held my hands but didn’t stop me.

Green light.

Heehehe…

Once half her shirt was open, I saw her cream-colored bra and pulled it down. Her breasts were full with cute pink nipples. Her skin was unbelievably smooth.

“Ehm… ehm…!!” Olivia cleared her throat, teasing me.

“What? Why?” I grinned.

I suddenly cupped both breasts. Her body tensed hard. I gently squeezed them and kissed her again.

“Nnngggggh…… mmmhh…!” she moaned into the kiss.

I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

“Nngg…. aaaaahh…. aaaahh…!” Olivia pulled her lips away and focused on moaning.

I didn’t mind. Let her enjoy it.

My back started tingling, so I tried to lay her down on the couch, but she resisted.

“Don’t… not here… let’s go to my room,” she said, breathing heavily, with a smile.

Whoa… this could get dangerous in the bedroom. But my instincts overruled my brain. Hehehe… I picked her up and carried her. Even with a broken arm I would’ve carried her.

“Which one?” I smiled.

“That door,” she pointed.

I opened it, laid her on the bed, and locked the door behind us. I picked up where we left off, lying beside her and kissing her neck.

“Uuuh…. uuuhh…” Olivia moaned, eyebrows furrowed.

My hand slowly slid under her skirt, tracing her stomach. When I reached her panties, I held my breath.

I slipped my fingers inside. She was completely shaved. I immediately started rubbing my middle finger along her pussy.

“Hmmmff….. uuuaaaaaaahh….. aaaahh… aaaahh…!” Her breathing turned into rhythmic moans matching my strokes.

Olivia gripped my hand so hard her knuckles went white.

Her face was incredibly hot. My dick, already rock hard, strained painfully against my underwear.

“How’s it feel, Olivia? Good?” I asked.

“Aaaahh….. e… uuuhhh… sooo goood…. sooo goood….. aaaahh…!!” she half-screamed.

Seeing how easily she got turned on, I sucked on her nipple, squeezing her breasts and licking them.

“Ngggghh….. aaaaahh…. aaaahh…. yesss…. sooo goood… keep goooing…”

Olivia started babbling—she was lost in it.

I licked and sucked her nipples wildly. She squirmed harder.

“Aaahh… something’s… aaauuhh…. coming…. uuhh… I’m gonna cuuuummm!” she panted.

“Eh? Just let it happen!” I kept licking.

Her body suddenly shook violently and tensed up. She gripped my right hand so hard her nails dug in and drew blood. I didn’t care. I smiled, enjoying every second of her orgasm.

“Wh… what was that?” she asked, still panting.

“You didn’t know?” I asked back.

“No… what was it?” she said weakly.

“That was an orgasm. You really didn’t know?” I was surprised.

“Oh… sorry, I don’t know about that stuff… but it felt amazing… I can’t even describe it,” she smiled.

I was amazed. “She’s so innocent she didn’t even know what an orgasm was. And she gets turned on so easily… let’s go further.”

I winced as my bloody hand brushed my shirt. Ten deep scratches were still bleeding. I stood up, grabbed tissues from her desk, and wiped the blood.

“Sorry… does it hurt?” she asked guiltily when she saw my hand.

“Nah, it’s fine… don’t worry,” I laughed.

“I feel so bad… you just got in a crash and now you’re hurt because of me,” she sighed.

“It’s okay. Just relax for a second,” I said, walking back to her.

I sat beside her, slid my hand under her skirt, and pulled off her soaked panties. She was too weak from the orgasm to resist.

“What are you doing, Ethan?” she asked, looking worried.

I just smiled. Once they were off, I tossed them aside—my lust was at its peak.

I hiked her skirt up to her thighs, revealing her smooth skin. I stroked her legs.

“Aaaawwwhhh……” she moaned again.

I lowered my face to her pussy. It was clean, pink, completely shaved, and smelled amazing. I could faintly catch her usual perfume. “Did she spray some down here too? Whatever.”

When my breath hit her sensitive spot she said,  

“Ethan, what are you doing? Wait… I’m not ready for this… stop… stoopp… aaaaahhhhh!!!” She screamed as I buried my tongue inside her.

I devoured her, licking wildly, kissing and gently nibbling. Every time I hit her clit her legs jerked.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh….. aaaaahhhhh…. uuuuhhh…. sssshhh…!!” Her moans grew wilder, making my dick throb even harder.

The pain from being trapped in my underwear was intense, but I held back. Suddenly Olivia started crying, tears flowing between her pleasure-filled moans. I stopped, confused.

“Olivia, why are you crying?” I asked, heart pounding.

“I’m… tired, Ethan… I can’t handle it if you keep going…” she sobbed innocently.

I stayed quiet.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m exhausted… my body feels weak, my arms and legs are numb. I really can’t take anymore,” she explained.

Hearing that, my hard-on instantly deflated. I felt guilty.

Without a word, I went to her closet, grabbed fresh panties, and helped her put them on. I straightened the messy sheets, fixed her bra, and buttoned her uniform. I lifted her, laid her head on the pillow, and tucked her in with a thick blanket. She looked at me, puzzled.

“Ethan? Are you mad? Please understand… I’m really tired,” she pleaded. I still didn’t speak.

“Olivia… I’ve actually liked you for a long time. I… I care about you a lot…” I confessed. I never imagined saying it like this.

She froze.

“Mmm… Ethan… I…” She started to reply, but I quickly kissed her and ran out of the room.

I went to the living room, grabbed my backpack and helmet. Outside, my wrecked motorcycle looked like it had been smashed. I grinned. “Hahahaha… shit… how am I getting home?” I walked the entire 4.5 miles in heavy rain.

When I finally got home, a note was taped to the door:

“Mom and Dad are at a seminar out of town for about a week. Take care of yourself. Call if you need anything.”

“Great… what am I supposed to eat for a week? Rocks?” I muttered.

That night I felt like crap. Sure enough, the next morning I had a high fever and decided to skip school. In the afternoon I woke up, showered, and shortly after someone started banging loudly on the front door.

2

Staggering like a drunk, I pushed the door open. Standing right in front of me was this huge, inhumanly tall black figure. But when I squinted and actually looked, it was just Tyler.

“Yo, why the fuck didn’t you let me in earlier, dude?” Tyler asked with that stupid cheerful grin.

“Huh? How’d you even know I was here? I thought we went to different high schools…” I muttered, confused as hell.

“Jake texted me. He wanted to come visit with Ryan, but he got some last-minute bullshit assignment, so he bailed,” he said, still smirking.

“What the fuck is wrong with that guy’s brain?” I thought.

“Whatever, man… just come in. I’m running a fever and my head’s killing me,” I said, waving him inside.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks though. I’m just gonna head out… hehe,” Tyler replied with that annoying cheeky smile.

“This dude is so fucking weird. I seriously don’t get him,” I thought to myself.

“Alright, I’m heading home, Ethan. Get better soon, bro!” Tyler called out as he walked out the gate.

“Yeah… thanks, man,” I shouted back.

The second Tyler disappeared, I saw another figure standing exactly where he’d been. She was wearing all white and had this creepy wide grin on her face. A cold chill ran straight down my spine.

“Jesus Christ! You look like you just saw a fucking ghost! What’s wrong with you?” Olivia’s voice cut through my horror trip.

“Huh? What?” I blinked, still dazed.

“Do I really look like a demon or something?” she pouted, pushing her lips out.

“Ah, no… no… I was just hallucinating… sorry,” I said quickly.

“So…?” she asked, smiling.

“So what?” I was even more lost.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me in or what?” she teased, laughing.

“Oh shit, yeah… sorry. Come in… place is a mess…” I said, letting her inside.

The moment I turned around after locking the door, Olivia was gone from the living room. My stomach dropped. Was that shit I saw earlier actually a ghost? My gut felt wrong, so I decided to just go back to bed.

Maybe I was just exhausted as fuck. The second I stepped into my room, the door slammed shut by itself. I froze in pure terror. Slowly, I turned around… and there was Olivia, standing there with that signature grin, both hands stuffed in the pockets of her white jacket, clearly enjoying my scared-shitless reaction.

“You little brat. You knew I was sick and you still gotta prank me like that?” I sat on the edge of the bed, exhaling hard.

“Yeah, sorry… hehe. How bad does it hurt?” Olivia sat down right next to me.

“Now that you’re here, I’m already feeling way better,” I said, looking straight into her eyes and smiling.

Olivia looked genuinely surprised. For a few seconds we just stared at each other. This warm, heavy feeling swelled up in my chest. I was fucking crazy about this girl sitting in front of me.

Those eyes… the ones I loved the most. Calm, deep, and full of this quiet maturity that always got to me.

“Oh right. I brought you food. Got it from the school cafeteria earlier,” she said, quickly changing the subject.

“I already told you. Having you here is more than enough,” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind and sliding my hands around her waist, hoping she could feel how much I wanted her.

She went quiet for a second, looking a little awkward, but she didn’t pull away. She just kept offering me different snacks.

“I also brought fruit. Want some? Got apples, oranges, pears. Which one do you want?” she asked fast, pulling an apple out of her bag.

“Are you going to school or a party?” I teased.

“Hehehe… school. But I left my textbooks at home earlier,” Olivia laughed.

I rested my head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her skin. Every second with her felt calm and right. I wanted this shit to last forever…

“I want some fruit,” I said.

“Oh? Which one?” She was still holding the apple.

“I waaant…” I whined, acting spoiled.

“Yeahhh… which one? Apple? Orange? Pear?” she asked, smiling.

“Nooo… I don’t want any of that…” I protested.

“Huh? You said you wanted fruit. So which one then?” Olivia looked confused.

“I want this fruit…” My hand moved fast, unbuttoning her uniform and slipping straight under her bra. I grabbed her soft tits and squeezed them gently at first, then a little harder.

“Aaaahhh… Ethan, don’t…!!” Olivia moaned loud, the apple falling from her hand onto the floor.

I crushed my mouth against hers immediately.

“Mmmhhh… mmmhh…!” Olivia tried to moan but my tongue was already in her mouth.

My left hand kept groping her tits, then slid down her stomach, under her skirt, and straight into her panties. “Not wet yet,” I thought. I pulled my fingers out, licked my middle finger nice and slow, then pushed it back in. I started rubbing slow circles over her pussy lips and clit.

“Yessss… aaaahhh… fuck… aaaahhhh… awwwh… mmmhh…!!” Olivia shoved my mouth away so she could breathe and moan properly. Her breathing was already completely fucked up.

My mouth was free now, so I attacked her long, sexy neck — kissing, sucking, biting lightly. I kept fingering her harder and harder, rubbing her clit faster while squeezing her tits. The room was filling up with her wet moans and desperate little sounds.

“I… aaaahhnn… aaaahh… nggghh… I’m gonna… aaahh… aaahh… I’m cumming… uaaaaahh…!” she cried out, voice cracking.

Her thighs clamped around my hand like a vice. Both her hands grabbed my wrist tight, nails digging deep into my skin. Her whole body shook hard, then she suddenly went limp and slid down onto the floor. She was panting like she just ran a marathon, and the carpet between her legs was soaked with her cum.

“Hehe… look at you, all proud after squirting everywhere… hahaha,” I teased.

“Shut up! Be quiet, you asshole…! Hahaha,” Olivia shot back, lips still trembling.

“Yeah yeah… now I got another set of scratch marks on my hand. Yesterday the right one, today the left… hahaha…” I joked.

“So… sorry… I didn’t mean to… really…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it…” I said.

I helped her stand up. We hugged for a moment. I looked into those beautiful eyes I could never get enough of… then kissed her softly on the lips.

I took off her shoes and laid her down on the bed, then lay down beside her. Once her breathing slowed down, she suddenly got up, yanked off her skirt and panties in one go.

“Eh… wait, what the fuck are you doing? You drunk or something?” I asked, surprised and horny as hell.

“Hehehehe…” Olivia just giggled.

Now she was only wearing her half-unbuttoned, wrinkled school uniform on top — no skirt, no panties. My cock instantly went rock hard, throbbing like it was ready to explode.

Olivia pushed me flat on my back and climbed on top in 69 position. Her bare pussy was right above my face.

“Damn… whoa…” I muttered, staring at it.

“Why?” she asked.

“So fucking pretty… hahaha.” I immediately started rubbing her wet pussy with my fingers.

“Aaaaahh… y-you’re so naughty…!” she moaned, voice all cute and shaky.

Olivia reached down and started stroking my cock through my pants. The friction felt way too good. I got even harder.

“Hey, Liv… you serious right now? Have you ever done anything like this before?” I asked, still not fully believing it.

“Heh heh… relax. Not yet… this is my first time. Hehe,” she said while pulling my pants and underwear down.

My cock sprang free, standing straight up.

“Wow… so this is what a real dick looks like up close…” she said, staring at it curiously while wrapping her hand around the shaft. It felt weird but fucking good.

“Wait… did you actually watch porn last night?” I asked.

“Yeah… well, I almost threw up the first time I saw it… it was my first time watching porn…” she admitted, blushing hard.

Without any more talking, Olivia leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. It was clumsy at first, but she licked from the tip all the way down to the base. The mix of warm and cool from her tongue felt insane. Every time her tongue dragged along the underside, I shivered.

“Oooohh fuck…” I groaned, my whole body twitching.

She started bobbing her head, trying to copy what she saw in the video. My cock slid in and out of her mouth. When I couldn’t help thrusting up, I went too deep and hit the back of her throat.

“Hmph—!” Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, gagging a little.

“Shit… sorry. You okay?” I asked.

“Mmm… it’s not too bad… just weird…” she pulled off for a second to answer, then went right back to sucking.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and finally got a good look at her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, flicked it hard with my tongue, and gave it a few gentle nibbles. Her reaction was fucking explosive.

“Mmmmmmuaaaahhh… aaaaarrghhh…!! Right there… aaaaagghh… aaaahh… aaahhh…!” Olivia screamed, letting my cock fall out of her mouth as her head snapped back.

Her head dropped limply beside my throbbing cock. She weakly licked the shaft a few times, looking completely wrecked. Seeing her like that made me lose it. I went back to eating her pussy like I was starving — sucking and licking her clit nonstop, fast and rough.

“Ngggghhh… aaahhh… aaaahhh… uuuuhhh… mmmhhh… don’t stop Ethan… keep going… ooohh… yesss…” Her eyes were squeezed shut, breathing short and desperate.

A few seconds later she slammed her pussy down hard against my mouth. I could barely breathe. Her whole body started shaking violently.

“Ethaannnnn… I’m… cumminggggg…!!” she screamed.

Her second orgasm hit hard. Hot pussy juice flooded my mouth. The smell was strong as fuck, but I didn’t care. She collapsed on top of me, completely limp and spent.

“Thanks, Liv… my whole face is soaked,” I said with a smirk.

“Mmmmhh…?” She could barely respond, eyes half-closed.

I sat up and grabbed her hips from behind, lifting her ass up. I could see her back shiny with sweat and her exhausted face.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said casually.

I stripped off the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked. Then I pressed the head of my cock right against her pussy.

“Don’t… Ethan… I’m still a virgin…” she whispered weakly, still breathing hard.

I knew she was too tired to really fight after cumming twice. I lined up my cock and pushed the head inside her tight virgin pussy.

“Aaaargh! It hurts, Ethan! It hurts so fucking bad!! Pull it out! Don’t push it in! Aaaarrggghh!!” Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes went wide and she tried to reach back and grab my cock.

I pinned both her arms down so she couldn’t stop me. Then I slammed the rest of my cock deep inside her in one hard thrust. I was fully buried in her virgin cunt. A thin trail of blood started dripping down from where we were joined.

“Aaaaaaaahhhh!!” Olivia screamed in pain and started crying.

Fuck… it felt incredible. She was so goddamn tight, hot, and squeezing me like crazy. I started moving — slow at first, then a little faster, fucking her properly.

After a few minutes I started hearing soft moans mixed in with her crying.

“Starting to feel good now, huh?” I asked, smirking.

“It still hurts…” she sobbed, tears still running down her face.

I kept fucking her slowly, enjoying every second of her tight, warm pussy wrapped around my cock while she cried and moaned underneath me.

3

A few moments later, when she’d gotten used to it, Olivia wasn’t crying anymore. She was just moaning like a slut. I grinned and started pounding her pussy with everything I had.

“Auh… uuh… don’t stop Ethan… faster… aaahh… yeah… right there… mmhh… keep going…” Olivia babbled, completely lost in it.

I flipped her onto her back so she was facing me and started fucking her pussy from the front.

“Uuuhh… fuck… so good... aahh… aahh…” I groaned. I couldn’t hold my moans in anymore.

“Yeah… aaahhh… me too… uuuhh… it feels so good… keep going Ethan… ooohhh…” she moaned back.

I stayed in that position. Olivia and I just kept fucking like that for about twenty minutes, getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Olivia… when did you finish your period…?” I asked, breathing hard.

“Three… aaaahh… days ago… aahh… ngghhh…” she groaned.

“Hmff… I’m… almost… there…. aaahh… ahhh….” I grunted.

“I… uuh… I’m close too… aaahh…”

My cock was throbbing hard.

“Let’s… cum together, okay…” I said.

A few seconds later I collapsed on top of her and hugged her tight.

“I’m… cumming… fuck, I’m gonna cum…!!” I groaned.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh…..!” Olivia screamed.

“Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!” We both moaned at the exact same time.

Splurt… spluurttt… splurrtt… My cum shot deep inside her pussy in thick ropes.

At the same time Olivia came hard. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, her whole body shaking and arching.

We both squeezed our eyes shut and held each other tight, riding out every second of it. Warmth spread through my whole body. Both of us were drenched in sweat. I let go and lay down beside her.

I turned to look at her face. She had this crazy mix of expressions — exhausted, happy, satisfied, sad, and a little scared. All of it at once.

“You took my virginity Ethan… don’t leave me…” Olivia said, trying not to cry.

“No matter what happens, even if the sky is falling down, I promise you I’ll never let you go. I fucking love you so much, Liv… thank you…” I smiled and kissed her forehead.

Olivia just gave me a sad little smile and rested her head on my chest. She fell asleep right there. I held her close and pulled the blanket up over us. We both passed out.

That night Olivia called her parents and told them she was sleeping over at a girlfriend’s house. Meanwhile she was naked in bed with me. It was Sunday night, so I didn’t have to worry about anything.

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Sunday morning…

The sunlight was blasting straight into my eyes. I woke up groggy as hell. When I turned my head, Olivia was still completely naked and fast asleep. My dick instantly went from zero to rock hard.

“Auh!” I groaned. My cock was throbbing so bad it hurt.

“Mmmh… is it morning already?” Olivia mumbled, waking up to my voice.

She blinked a few times. Then her eyes went wide when she realized she was butt naked and I was lying next to her with nothing on either.

“Hey Liv! What the—”

SLAP!!!!

Her hand cracked across my right cheek. She yanked the blanket up to cover herself.

“What the fuck?! It’s not even noon and I’m already getting slapped!” I complained, rubbing my face.

Olivia looked confused for a second, then she glanced around and it hit her.

“Oh shit! Sorry Ethan! I forgot I slept with you last night..!” she panicked.

“Grrrr…!!” I growled.

She looked scared. Her hands were shaking.

I didn’t even think. I just jumped on top of her, pinned her wrists down, and growled, “You little brat.”

Then I started kissing her neck, slow and wet.

“Aaahh… sorry Ethan… I… mmmhh… didn’t mean to… hhh…” she moaned.

I rubbed my hard cock against her pussy while I kept kissing and sucking on her neck. My hand slid down to grab her tits.

Right when I was about to go further, my phone started ringing like crazy.

I stopped and grabbed it. Olivia looked pissed for a second, then pulled the blanket over her head.