“Jesus Christ.” He exclaimed and then swore.
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I reached out to touch his face and he recoiled away from me.
“It changes everything, Katie.” His voice was loud. “You’re a fucking freshman in college.”
“I still love you.”
“You don’t even know what love is.” He spat out the words and looked at me in disgust. “I can’t believe you lied to me! You’ve been lying to me, all this time. How could you?”
“I didn’t mean to lie.” I felt my eyelids getting heavy. “It’s not something I intended to do.”
“What was the text message all about?” He pulled out his phone. “I was going to buy you fucking flowers, Katie. I was going to buy you flowers and take you to dinner to congratulate you.”
“I’m sorry.” I looked down ashamed.
“So where did the promotion come from? Is it because I told you I wanted to have kids with you? Did you need to figure out a reason to get out of committing to me?”
“No, that’s not it.” I cried out. “That’s not why. I have to go home for Christmas.” I said slowly. “My parents expect me to come home over Christmas break.”
“Oh my god, your parents.” His eyes looked glazed. “That’s why you’ve never told them about me, and why I’ve never met your friends. They don’t know about me, do they?”
“They do, at least my friends do.” I bit my lower lip. “I was scared for you to meet them, they all look their age.”
“You mean you were worried that I would wonder why all my girlfriend’s friends were 18 and in college?” He laughed bitterly. “Or were you going to ask them to lie to me as well?”
“No, of course not.” I reached for his hand. “Please, Brandon. Don’t be like this. I love you.”
“You love me?” He laughed a deep sorrowful sound. “You love me, huh?”
“Yes,” I nodded bleakly. “I really do love you.”
“Then prove it to me.”
“How?”
“Fuck me.”
“Huh?” I looked at him confused.
“Let’s go outside and find somewhere to fuck.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you love me, you will do anything I want to make me happy, right?”
“Yes, of course.” I swallowed and followed him out of the building.
“Follow me.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me besides him. We walked to the front of the library and then to the side of the building by the trash bins. “Pull your skirt up and bend over.”
“What?” I frowned as he pushed me forward and lifted my skirt up before pulling my panties down.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us.
“Yes, here.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. “Shit, you’re wet already.” He groaned as he slowly entered me.
“Oh, Brandon.” I groaned as he filled me up.
“I love you, you know that, right, Katie?” He grunted as he pushed me towards the garbage cans. “Hold on tight, this is going to be hard and fast.”
“I love you too, Brandon.” I moaned, not caring in that moment if anyone heard or saw me. “Please forgive me.”
“Shh.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped onto the garbage cans tightly as he pummeled into me, letting all of his emotions out. He came hard and fast and his sperm ran down my leg as he pulled out mid orgasm. “Oh, sorry.” He looked down at the line of semen that cascaded down my leg.
“It’s okay.” I nodded and quickly pulled my panties up and my skirt down. “Can we talk?”
“I don’t think so.” He zipped his pants up. “I’ve got to get back to the office.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. “We can do lunch if you want, like you said earlier.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, maybe I can cook you dinner tonight?”
“No.” He shook his head and looked at me with a blank stare. “I won’t be there tonight.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll give you time to pack up your stuff.”
“Pack up my stuff?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want you out by this weekend.” He shrugged. “I’m sure it won’t take long to pack up. You didn’t bring much. I know why now.”
“I don’t want to move out.” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. “I love you.”