Don't Pull Out!
Ronnie held my head firmly as we kissed, his hands feeling up my tits.
"I've wanted you for so long, Riley," he whispered in my ear.
"Then take me," I replied.
Ronnie leaned in for another kiss. His breath was warm and smelled sweet from the ice cream we had earlier.
It was my fourth date with Ronnie since becoming his girlfriend. I met him in my World History 101 class. I sat behind him and he always turned around and asked for a pencil. He was devilishly handsome and I never refused him even though I only had one pencil.
When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't help but say yes.
He took me to the beach to celebrate our one-month anniversary. It was the perfect night. We sat in the sand and listened to the sound of the waves crashing. We walked along the boardwalk and he bought me a vanilla ice cream cone. When the night was getting late he brought me back to the car and parked it in front of the ocean.
Ronnie's fingers fumbled at my shirt buttons, trying to get them undone. I helped him out and took of my cardigan. I wore a tight spaghetti strap that really showed off my small cleavage. Ronnie licked his lips as his eyes traveled down my neckline.
"Suck on my tits," I commanded him.
Ronnie revealed my breasts and his eyes went wide. I could see his pants getting tighter. Ronnie bent down and buried his face in my chest. He squeezed them tightly like they were stress balls. His tongue ran over every inch of them. He put his lips around my nipples and they became hard pencil erasers in his mouth. He sucked on my tits like a baby craving milk.
I pulled him off me. "Do you want to fuck me now," I said, feeling his throbbing meat over his pants.
Ronnie silently nodded. He shuffled around his pockets until he valiantly retrieved a condom. He set it on the dashboard of his 2004 Toyota Camry. Ronnie eagerly unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock. It wasn't very large which was a big disappointment.
I climbed into the back seat as Ronnie took his shirt off and grabbed the condom. His eyes were full of lust as he unrolled the rubber onto his hard penis. I hiked up my skirt and straddled Ronnie. He pressed his face into my tits again.
"I love you, Riley," Ronnie said. We weren't anywhere close to that stage of the relationship yet. Maybe he said it because he thought that was what I wanted to hear.
I didn't know how to respond so I just smiled back. I lifted up, grabbed his pulsing cock and guided him inside me as I lowered down. Ronnie moaned loudly as he filled me up.
I kissed him again and that's when it happened.
"Oh fuck, Riley, I'm coming!" I bounced up and down a couple times to let him finish.
I lifted off of him and let his flaccid penis fall out. I collapsed next to him and Ronnie was out of breath. He pulled the condom off, rolled down the window, and threw it out into the sand. I pictured a little girl playing in the sand and discovering this latex monstrosity the next day.
Ronnie drove me home in silence. That was pretty terrible sex. I'd never been with a guy who finished so quickly. We were barely getting started. I figured that Ronnie was embarrassed and I wanted to cheer him up.
"Don't worry about it, Ronnie. It was our first time together. I'm sure you'll last longer when we get more experience with each other.
Ronnie promptly pulled the car over a couple blocks from my house. His face was full of anger. "Get out of the car."
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
Ronnie turned towards me. "Get out of the car," he repeated.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"It's over, Riley," he said in a dull tone.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me! First you tell me that you love me and now you want to break up. It doesn't make any sense. You're the one who can't please a woman."
Ronnie put his hand up like he was about to smack me across the face. That's when I knew it was time to go. Without saying another word, I walked home with tears streaming down my face. I didn't love Ronnie but I cared about him. Cared enough to let him sleep with me.
The realization that we broke up hit me hard and I could barely hold myself up as I walked. So many houses passed by as I droned on and on. I came to my home and I didn't want to go inside. I didn't want to face the reality that I was alone again.
I walked through the door and my step stepdad, Henry, was sitting on the couch in the living. "Is something wrong, Riley? Are you okay?" he asked, getting up from the couch to check on me.