“You little whore.” Mr. Dames laughed. “I can’t wait to tell my son all about how I fucked his little bitch.”
I fixed my clothes and grabbed him by his collar.
“Look,” I began, “If anyone finds out about this, especially Carl, I will TELL him that you fucking fucked me. I’m 17, asshole, I can act and cry on the spot. So unless you want a world of grief, you’ll keep your mouth shut. And you better start treating Carl better. If I see a bruise on him, you're fucked. If he cries, you're fucked. Treat me how you want, but do not hurt him. 'Kay?”
I could see the fear in his eyes. He knew I was serious.
“Okay. Fine. You win.” He rubbed my ass again and tried to kiss me. I forced him away.
“Uhm, no. I don’t think so. Pervert. I’m Carl’s. You don’t want Rhonda to know that you like me better now do you?”
“Now I remember why I hate you. Get the fuck outta my face.”
I took my triumph and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I scrubbed my pussy and forced his cum out of me. I felt so dirty. So unpure. I mean, I’m not an angel to be honest, but this was just not okay. There was a knock on the door.
“Just a minute.” I called. The door opened anyway and Carl came in.
“Somebody’s up early.” He kissed me. “And your teeth are already brushed. Geez, who are you?”
I laughed and hugged him.
“Well good morning to you too. I had a rough night. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Awwwww poor baby. Shoulda woke me up. I woulda made you tired.” He grabbed my waist and started kissing me passionately. He lifted me onto the sink and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled away from my lips and put his mouth to my ear. “I can’t wait till my parents leave so I can destroy that tight little pussy.” He whispered.
My pussy throbbed at his words.
“You’re not usually this vulgar, love. What happened?” I questioned, kissed him again.
“I heard your moaning in my sleep, and I’m hornier than I’ve been during the course of our entire relationship.”
“Son, where are you?” We heard just outside the door.
“In here. Don’t come in, I’m naked.”
“I wish.” I whispered.
“Shhh, what do you need, Dad?”
“I need you to go with me to a few places. I guess Elise can come along.” The look of confusion that was on his face was priceless. His brow furrowed.
“Uh, okay then. We’ll get ready.”
“I think you may have picked the worst day to make me wear that purple top…” The top was quite low-cut. And the jeans that went with it were tight beyond belief.
“Ya think? I’m gonna have a permanent boner all day!”
******************************************************************************
Carl’s dad dragged us around all over. First to Wal-Mart, then to a farm, yeah, a farm. In my head I’d killed him three times, but on the outside, I was smiling and laughing. While his dad walked ahead to the car, now he was taking us to go grocery shopping, Carl grabbed me around my waist and whispered in my ear.
“You, me, bathroom. I wanna jam my dick in that sweet little pussy.” He pressed his body to mine and I gasped.
“Are you two coming?” His dad asked.
We began walking again. Well, I wobbled. My legs had gone a little weak over Carl’s last statement. In the car, I was lost in thought, first with this morning’s events, then with what would hopefully happen very soon. I felt so guilty. I knew I could never tell him, and it was eating me inside.
“Baby?” I said, he looked at me from the passenger seat. “What would happen if I ever cheated on you?” I saw his dad look straight at me in the rearview mirror.
“Well, uh, depending on the situation, I would either break up with you, or I would work through it.”
“What if it would never happen again, and I was kind of forced into it?”
“Then I’d say that I’d work it out with you, since you didn’t really want to do it. Why?”
“No reason, love.” We drove in silence for a while. “Your dad attacked me this morning.” The car came screeching to a halt.
“You dumb little bitch!” Carl’s dad backhanded me hard. My cheek throbbed and I whimpered.
“Don’t fucking put your hands on her!” Carl yelled.