Chapter 2: Someone like me
Kenneth grabbed my hair and moaned loudly before releasing in my mouth. I swallowed all the cum when he pulled out. He was breathing heavily as he plopped down onto my bed and sighed. I wiped my mouth off and stayed on my knees on the floor. “He’s going to be calling in a few seconds and going to be wanting to come over.” I said.
“I don’t understand. Are you and Adam together or not?”
“I don’t know. He said he still wants me but he doesn’t want to share me with the neighborhood.”
“Well that’s going to be a problem. Since you….”
“I know! Can you please stop reminding me? You’re irking my fucking nerves.” I got onto my feet. He got up and grabbed his boxers and slid them on. “Truthfully,” He said while pulling on his shirt next. “You should find someone who will accept you for you.”
“No guy is going to want a girl who…..has an……addiction.”
“It’s better than being addicted to drugs or alcohol. I mean…..Sex won’t kill you.”
“That is not true. Say if I can’t control myself and end up sleeping with some random truck driver and he has AIDS. What then?” I asked.
Kenneth slipped on his jeans. “Then that’s on you. Wanting to get fucked every few seconds isn’t ……a bad thing. Some girls just want more. What you need to do is find someone who will accept you rather you have this problem or not.” He buckled his belt and looked into the mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“When did you get so touchy feely?” I asked. He gave a small smile. “In a way. In a weird…..crazy way…..I care about you.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Grabbed his jacket and left.
I took a shower and laid in my bed. But almost immediately, as soon as I closed my eyes and tried to take a short nap, the feeling was back. I sighed in frustration. There was a hot tingling feeling happening to my pussy and I couldn’t stop myself. I placed two fingers inside of me and moaned loudly. And even though fucking myself felt so good and almost immediately had me to an orgasm, I knew it was going to be a weak orgasm and I needed something stronger. Only if Kenneth was still here. I pumped my fingers in and out of me and used my other hand to toy with my left breast. I spreaded my legs wider. “Oh my god.” I moaned with my eyes closed.
Seconds before I was about to cum, someone knocked on my door and I stopped and froze for a second. “Fuck.” I whispered as I immediately got up. I grabbed some red lace panties and a white robe and went to the front door. I looked out of the window to see Adam. I opened the door and he had my necklace in his hand. “You left it over my house.” He explained. I nodded and grabbed it from him. “Thanks.” I said barely audible. He bit his lip and I stared at him. He looked into my eyes and narrowed his.
His face turned into understanding and uninvitingly, he came in the house and immediately pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. His hands gripped my ass and he pushed me into his growing erection. I wanted this. I needed this because I literally felt like……I was going to……die if I don’t get this. That’s how intense this fucking feeling is. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. But He grabbed my hands and stopped me. I looked up at him in confusion. “What are you doing?” I asked. It sounded more like a whine though.
He breathed deeply. “Try to control it.” He said. I shook my head already on the verge of tears. He nodded and brushed his fingertips against my cheek. “You can do it.” He said. I shake my head.
“Please, Adam. I have to…..I need you to……” I tried to unbutton his pants again. He kept my hands in place. “Attempt.” He breathed.
I pushed him away with all the strength I had. “I can’t!” I cried. He sighed and hit the wall. “Stop being so damn dramatic, Angie. You’re not even fucking trying.”
“I can’t believe you. You told me in high school that you loved me no matter what ‘addiction’ I had.”
“That was before you started fucking my friends and my family. The whole damn world has been inside of you.” He said with an angry glare.
“Oh….I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I have had a horrible experience at age 15 and that it changed my life forever. I apologize for not being your perfect fucking girlfriend.” I said sarcastically.
“My god. All I’m saying is that it’s wrong for you to let any and everybody have their way with you. No one can see beauty in a girl like that.”
“I try. All I’ve been doing for the past what six years was try. But It’s become harder and harder and I still can’t control it.” I said.
“I want to help you.” He said. I shook my head. He couldn’t help me. No one could.
“You can’t.” I whispered.
He was quiet for a moment as he leaned against the wall. “So that’s it? As long as you have this ‘problem’ we can’t be together?”
“You know I want to so bad. But…..it just won’t work.” I said shrugging. Adam nodded and sighed while looking out of the window. If I wasn’t mistaken, I think I saw a tear slip down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. “Okay. Well….then….bye.” He opened the door and slammed it shut. I ran my fingers through my hair sat down on my couch. I was……I didn’t know what I was. A slut? A whore? I might as well become a prostitute. I like being fucked so much, I might as well get paid for it.
But unfortunately, sometimes the one way I can ignore the ‘feeling’ I get throughout the day is by shopping. Nothing special. I don’t have money for designer clothes or nothing. I just go by random stores check out the prices. There are two things I love more than fucking. That’s clothes and jewelry. I walked into a store called If. Retarded name but they had cute clothes. Most of them were blue, silver and black. Their Jewelry was gorgeous. I bought a couple of t shirts and some shorts. As I walked out of the store, I bumped into a man in a black and red suit. He dropped his IPhone on the sidewalk. I didn’t apologize as he picked it up from the ground. “Why don’t start watching where you’re going?” He asked looking me dead in my eyes. His eyes were light brown and full of anger which was a turn on. “I know you saw me walking out of the store, why don’t you watch where you’re going, idiot?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” He said. Rage was filling his features which made me want him more. I like it when whoever I’m having sex with is mad and they become rough with me.
“I’m grown. I can talk to you any way I want to.” I said. He rolled his eyes. “Grown? Yeah right. You look about sixteen.”
“I’m twenty one for your information, idiot.”
“Whoa. Idiot. Why don’t you come back with another comeback besides idiot?” He asked.
“Fine. Asshole, dick, cocksucking ass licker. Happy now?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“You’re an annoying little cunt, you know that?” He asked. I gave him the finger as I walked off. I don’t even know why I stayed talking with him for as long as I did. He was annoying although I wouldn’t mind him fucking me. He was amazingly hot.
I went to a restaurant and ordered a salad with chicken strips and Italian dressing on the side. I had lemonade as a beverage and I was actually enjoying the time alone for once. I sighed and relaxed back in the booth I was in. When I turned my head, that same fucker who I was arguing with earlier walked into the restaurant. When he saw me, he stuck up his middle finger and walked to the bar. I scowled at him.
For dessert or whatever, I ordered a piece of Apple pie. I took one bite and I was in heaven. When I was half done with the pie, I looked up to see that annoying bastard looking at me. But he quickly turned his head away. I rolled my eyes and got out my phone to see if I had any messages. When I saw none, I placed my phone down and continued my pie.
I suddenly saw the man sitting across from me. I stopped eating, sat back in my seat and looked at him. “What do you want?” I asked. He had a smirk on his face. “Are we really not speaking the obvious?” He asked. My eyebrows pulled together. “What do you mean?” I asked.
He shrugged. “The second we first looked at each other, we both knew that we wanted to……to fuck each other.” He said. I narrowed my eyes.
“What in the hell makes you think I want to be fucked by you of all people?” I asked. He rolled his eyes.
“Is that really a question you’re asking? Just look at me.”
“I don’t date cocky bastards.” I assured him while taking another bite of my pie.
He let out a small laugh and then hislight browneyes locked on mine. “I didn’t say date, I said fuck.” I bit my lip and looked down at my plate. I felt the tingling hot feeling and I sighed. I wasn’t going to give in. I didn’t know this guy.
“I don’t go out and just fuck random guys.” The lie was plainly on my face. The man grinned. “I bet.” He said leaning back in his seat.
“Can you leave? You’re kind of pissing me off if you must know.”
“Well technically, I don’t give two fucks rather I’m pissing you off or not.”
“So, what? Are you going to stalk me until you get what you want?”
“Don’t act like the urge is one sided.”
“It is though.” I said. The man scoffed. “I’m sure.”
“I have on red lace panties and you will never, ever get to see them.” I said seductively teasing him. He looked angry for a second but composed himself. “I will eventually.” He breathed.
“No, no you won’t. I mean, you were being rude to me earlier and I do recall seeing you flipping me off when you walked by me. Unless it was just my imagination.”
“Yeah, I know that I’m a little harsh sometimes. But it’s not like I can control it. There are a lot of things I can’t control.” He said looking down into his lap as if he was focused really hard on something.
“Well what do you know? We have something in common.”
His head snapped up. “What can’t you control?” He asked sounding slightly desperate to know.
I bit my lip and looked down to focus on the shorts I had on.
“Nothing. Forget I said anything about it.”
“No. Tell me.” He said.
“Forget about it.” I said forcefully.
He let out a low sigh. “I’m Aaron.” He finally said after thirty seconds of silence.
I let out a low sigh also. “Angie.” I said. A small smile appeared on his face. He nodded. “Angie, do you want to go back to my apartment?” He asked. I shook my head. “As a matter of fact, no. I’m trying this new thing where I don’t sleep with every guy I see.” I said.
“How’s it working out?” He asked. I glared at him. My lower area was begging for attention. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to push the feeling away but it was growing so intense, that I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“We can go to your apartment.” I finally said. My legs were moving up and down in eagerness. Aaron smiled. I asked for the check and the waitress brought it over to me. I paid for the food with my card and we left. He brought me to his apartment. It was huge and filled with white furniture. I bit my lip as I looked around. “What do you do?” I asked. He pressed me against the wall and looked down at me. “Is that really important?” He breathed.
I shook my head and he immediately crushed his lips hard against mine. His hands were on my ass and he squeezed it and bit my lip hard. I placed my hand on his erection through his pants and kissed him as hard as I could.
He slightly pulled away from me and led me to his bedroom where he started to take off my clothes and leaving quick urgent kisses on my neck. He pushed me hard against the wall and began kissing me again. His hands cupped my pussy and I moaned into his mouth. He forced my jeans down to my ankles and then my panties. He slipped a finger inside of me and felt how wet I was. He smiled, satisfied and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He had no hair on his chest but it was muscular. I stepped out of my shoes, jeans and panties and stood there with just a shirt on. No bra. It’s overrated. Well….in my opinion.
I pulled the shirt over my head and my hair dropped back down to the middle of my back. He grabbed me and pushed me onto the white king sized bed. His eyes were full of lust. He unbuckled the gold belt to his pants and pulled them down revealing a huge bulge in his boxers. I smiled at the fact that his dick will be inside of me soon. He pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them. His eyes roamed over my body and he smiled and got onto the bed with me. He got on top of me and kissed me on my lips and my neck.
I moaned when he entered me and he crushed his lips against mine again and held my hands down on the bed. But I liked it. I liked him being in control. I was basically trapped on the bed. As he started moving in and out, I felt nothing but pleasure rising over my whole body. Not just my pussy but everything was satisfied. Every last part of my body made me feel like I was flying. The bed was rocking back and forth with each thrust he gave my body. And I couldn’t help but moan and cry in response. This is the best fucking I’ve had in a long time. He bit my lip again and I moaned. Every touch he gave me brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. His dick filled me up and made me cry out with every thrust. This felt different than with other guys. I couldn’t explain it. I cried out and dug my nails into his back and my chin rose up and I closed my eyes as I came. He cried out his release and buried his head in the crook of my neck.
We were both breathing hard. When I opened my eyes, I felt relief and all the stress I felt inside of my body now disappeared. Yes….I get stressed because of this ‘condition’ I have. Not the funnest thing to have. It’s just crazy because I get stressed from having this condition, yet, I love to act on it.
Aaron got off of me and sighed as he laid down beside onto the bed looking up at the ceiling. I let out a soft breath as I sat up. That was a good fuck. Now…I should be off. Get up. I told myself. I got up and started putting my panties back on. “Where are you going?” He asked. Damnit. Did I have to explain this to every guy I sleep with? I turned to him. “Uhhh…..home. This was a one time thing, Aaron.”
“You don’t want to stay for a drink or something?” He asked.
I cocked my head to the side. “Why do you want me to stay so bad?” I asked. He sighed. “Well…..I….have sex with a lot of girls and normally afterwards, they try to make any excuse to stay here with me. And out of all of them, you’re the only one that wants to leave afterwards.”
“Well I’m not looking for a relationship.” I said.
“Why not?” He asked.
“I’m not a monogamous type of chick. I have had relationships before. Well….one that just ended recently. I can’t be in a relationship because with what I have, I’ll just end up breaking someone’s heart and I just can’t bear to do that ever again.” I said. My mind immediately flashed to Adam’s face when I first told him months ago that I’ve cheated on him with over eight guys. He wasn’t angry. Rage didn’t fill his eyes. He looked heartbroken and that look made my stomach turn in an uncomfortable way.
“What do you have?” He asked looking interested. I picked up my shirt and slipped it back onto my body. “I’m……I’m a sex addict.” I said. I slowly looked at him ready to feel humiliated. He looked kind of fascinated.
“How Ironic. I’m a sex addict too.” He admitted. My eyes grew wide as he said it. I felt alone in this town. I’m the girl that other girls hear about and make fun of. I’m the girl who gets passed around like a carton of fucking Chinese food. I’m the girl that people look at and insult in their mind. I was alone since I was fifth teen. “You are?” I asked. He nodded and his eyebrows pulled together. “I never met another one before.” Another one before. As if we were Aliens from a different planet.
“Me neither.” I said. He stood up and walked over to me. “How long have you…..”
“Since I was fifth teen.” I said. He bit his lip and cocked his head to the side. “I’ve had my addiction since I was eighteen.” I slipped my jeans on and looked at him. “Do people judge you? When they see you in public?”
“I’ve been called a man whore. Man slut if you will but I just tell any and everyone who doesn’t appreciate me, to fuck off. Simple as that.” He said. I nodded. That was smart. People didn’t know what I struggle with so they can’t judge me. They think I have so much sex for fun. This shit isn’t fun. Well it is on several occasions but….it’s also nerve-racking.
You’re trying to pay for your groceries when really; you want to fuck the fifty year old cashier guy who has yellow teeth. You’re playing in a soccer game and when a guy steals the ball from you, you want to slap him in the face and then fuck him right there in the grass in front of…everyone. That was how I was. How I am.
“Well….Aaron, it was nice to meet you.” I slipped my shoes on. He looked a little unsure about something. “Will I see you again?” He asked.
I shrugged. “I’ll be around town.” I reminded him. He smiled and nodded. I walked backwards out of the bedroom and then walked forward as I made it to the living room and out the door.