Ugly(21)

“You’re my girlfriend, Lily. If you’re not gonna let me fuck you, the least you can do is jack me off or suck me.” I stand looking at Trent. “It’s only a blowjob. All the girls are doing it. Hell, my friends are all having sex with their girlfriends. You owe me at least a blowjob.”

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to do that, but what if he gets madder with me for not doing it. I don’t even know how to do what it is he wants. “I’m not sure,” I finally say, as I look away from him.

“Just get on your knees and I’ll do the rest.” He stands in front of me, stroking himself through his jeans. His erection is really big and I don’t want to do this, but he said all the girls are doing even more to their boyfriends.

I slowly sink to my knees, and Trent takes his penis out of his pants. I feel tears burn in my eyes. I don’t want to do this, but if I don’t, he’ll be angry at me. I close my eyes tight.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

I open my mouth, and do what Trent wants me to do.





It’s been three days since I did what Trent wanted, and he’s had me do it again every day since. I don’t like doing it, but I hate it when Trent gets angry at me. Last night he said I must be stupid if I don’t do it, because all the smart girls are doing it.

“Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Hackly says as I come into the kitchen.

“Good morning, ma’am. Can I help you with breakfast?” I always ask and she always says no. Sometimes I lay awake at night and still hear her doing things around the house. I often want to ask her if she needs help, but she always says no.

“No, breakfast is ready. Sit, and I’ll bring it to you.”

I have an overwhelming urge to hug her. She’s the first woman who has ever acted like a mother figure to me. I wrap my arms around her and cuddle her. But Mrs. Hackly lets out a cry, like I’ve squeezed her too tight and she’s in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I say, immediately unwrapping my arms and stepping back to look at where I’ve hurt her.

“Oh no, it’s not you, dear. Last night as I was putting Mr. Hackly’s laundry away, I backed into the door handle and it hit me here on the ribs,” she says as she quickly puts the plate of pancakes down on the table.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned I’ve hurt her further.

“Yes.” She smiles at me, though her eyes say something else. Or maybe, they aren’t saying anything. Maybe they’re just devoid of any kind of emotion. Mrs. Hackly looks flustered and slightly awkward. “How about on the weekend you can help me cook for the barbeque?” She says, as she goes over to the sink to stack the dishwasher.

“I don’t really know how to cook; but if you’re willing to teach me, I’d love to learn.”

“I’m more than happy to teach you.” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles again.

Trent comes into the kitchen, followed by Mr. Hackly. “Good morning,” I say to both of them. Trent comes around and leans down to kiss me deeply. This is the first morning he’s been so passionate with me in front of his parents. I pull away, not really wanting his parents to see. Because if they see him kissing me like this, maybe they’ll guess what else we’ve done.

“Babe,” Trent says as he sits beside me and puts his hand on my thigh. “Hope you slept okay. I know I did,” he says and winks at me. Trent looks over my shoulder to his dad, and I turn to see his dad smirking at him.

I feel so disgusting. Like a dirty, used girl. I can tell by his dad’s reaction, Trent told him what I did. I’m so humiliated and embarrassed. Lowering my head, I look at my plate and wish the world could crack open and swallow me whole.

“Did Mom tell you, there’s a family barbeque on Saturday?” Trent asks, as he squeezes my thigh. I nod my head, too afraid to say anything in case I crack and begin to cry. “You alright, babe?”

Silently, I nod again.

“You okay, Lily?” Mrs. Hackly asks.

“Leave her be,” Mr. Hackly barks at her, and in my peripheral vision I see her take a step back and continue stacking the dishwasher.

“Here, babe. You have to eat. Get your strength up.” Trent puts a pancake on my plate, but his tone was almost comical.

“Thank you,” I respond, still too embarrassed by the entire situation.

“Trent told me you want to get a job,” Mr. Hackly says. I look to him and he’s happily eating his pancakes.

“Yes, Sir. I’d like a job until Trent and I go to college. Save some money so I’ll have it in case I need anything.”