Teenage Rebellion and Forbidden Passion

When I was a teenager I was a little shit. I’m not proud of it, but it’s the truth. I think it’s because my parents moved me half way across the country half way through my junior year of high school, leaving me with no friends, so I pushed away from them, taking my anger out in the lonely-hearts column on craigslist.
My favourite thing I used to do was get some horny dude riled up by describing myself as some ideal girl, getting them to meet me somewhere, and watching them get angry, or look disappointed in a diner or a parking lot. My favorite at the time was a guy who beat up his own steering wheel on Valentines Day. I had a pretty good thing going for a while.
Then I turned 17.
17 was a hard year, I guess it was the year I became the horniest, and the loneliest. December when school was out was the hardest time. I didn’t want to talk to my parents because of the move, and I hadn’t been able to make friends yet since everyone had their cliques sorted. So I went to craigslist, found the first ad that didn’t sound creepy and or dangerous.
Lonely Business Man Seeks “Friend”
I didn’t even read the ad, I just found the email address and sent off “Hi.”
The ad was obviously correct because it hadn’t been more than five minutes before I received an email back. I was horrified to find it was sent to my normal email address. I didn’t even use my fake one. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Craigslist.”
“Oh, I see, and what did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking we should meet, but I want to know what you look like first.”
The next email he sent came with an attachment of a picture. He was in a black t-shirt, he looked a little buff. He had tossed back brown hair, and soft brown eyes, he had a sharp jaw line and nice white teeth. If this was actually this guy, he was hot.
I shortly received another email. “What’d you think?”
“you’re really attractive.” I let slip, usually I would play up the whole hot girl thing, but something was off tonight.
“Well, thanks. Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Your name.” that threw me off, usually it was cup size, weight, hair colour, but no, my name.
“Jess.” I replied, that wasn’t my real name, but it was the name I had always wanted.
“Alright jess. What’s your favourite movie?” I spilled myself to this guy, everything that was ever true about me, I didn’t care right now, I got so far into it, I emailed him till I eventually passed out of sleep deprivation. And when I woke up the first thing I did was email him. A description of myself was slowly released to him. I told him I had long brown hair, which was true. I told him I had an almost stick like figure. Which was true, I was a thin girl. For some reason I told him I barely had boobs, I was an a cup at best, and sometimes I didn’t even wear bras.
Never did I figure I’d be telling so much to one of these men. Soon enough I found out little pieces of info about him. He was 24, he finished law school early, and was new to Texas, he moved here for the job. His favourite tv show was Adventure Time, and his favourite band was The White Stripes. Eventually we agreed to meet.
I agreed behind the movie theatre, to which I wasn’t sure if I’d show or not. But eventually it came to the day, we agreed to meet at midnight, I almost forgot and at 11:45 I threw on a blue dress, with a white collar. Nothing underneath, I didn’t have the time, and it was San Diego, so who really needed much more than a long sleeve dress. I drove my parents car down to the movie theatre, I parked amongst the moviegoers, and walked behind the trees encircling the parking lot behind it.
There sat his silver Audi. He wasn’t shitting me; I caught quick peaks at his face. It was actually him. I debated for a few minutes to go up to him, but soon that decision was made for me. I wasn’t discreet enough. He started up his car, and I thought he was leaving, only before he pulled his car up right to where I was standing. I hid behind the tree.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” He said softly, I heard the door open. “You don’t have to be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” I peaked from behind the tree, he looked exactly the same as the picture. He looked almost 6’4. Which was nice to my 5’9. He offered his hand to me. Slowly I revealed myself and he smiled.
“Jess.” I said as I took his hand, he pulled me close to him.
“Arthur.” He said taking my hand, a sensation grew in my loins. I wanted to attack him and rip off his clothes, fucking him right here in the parking lot. But I decided it would be better to join him in the car. I felt brave, as I clutched my phone close to me. If anything went wrong, I knew my self-defense moves, and could easily take him down.
As we drove away I couldn’t believe I was actually in the car. It felt oh so wrong.
“So do you do this sort of thing often,” he asked.
“huh?” I asked.
“Like, meet people online often?” he asked.
“No, not at all.” Technically, I never meet them.
“then how did you come across me?” he asked.
“Well… I’m new here too, and I’m having a hard time, and, you know how it goes.” I said.
“Yeah, I was the one who posted something on there so.” He laughed. “You really weren’t lying when you told me when you were thin.” He said, placing his hand on my leg. I smiled, but inside I was screaming “HIGHER, MOVE YOUR HAND HIGHER!”
“And you actually sent a picture of yourself, that’s pretty amazing, I didn’t expect that.” I said, he moved his hand a bit higher and stroked. I was getting wet at the thought of him touching my pussy.
“Well, if you’re ever going to meet anyone, what’s the point of even lying.” His hand moved a bit higher, and I squirmed from how frustrated I was. “Should I not…”
“no.” I breathed, “you’re just fine, I’d even say a little higher.”
He moved his hand up a little higher, and laughed, he was teasing me now. It wasn’t long before I took his hand and placed it on my pussy, and it didn’t take him long to find my clit. I moaned in surprise over how fucking great it felt.
I reached my hand over to him and found his cock, I rubbed it through his jeans feeling the outline, it was so big, it made me even wetter, and the fact he was so hard made me yearn for it to be in me.
“You better pull this car over soon.” I said. “It could get a little dangerous.” I remember him pulling into a construction sight, and not even getting out of the car to get on top of him. I kissed him the way I’d never kissed anyone before. He leaned back the seat, and I was more than ready to go. He pulled his cock out of his pants, slipping on a condom, and placed it at the entrance of my pussy. He started to enter, and I was almost afraid of him not fitting, I moaned when he began to enter.
“You feel so good, babe.” He said, I could feel an orgasm building. I shuddered from pleasure.
I started slowly, feeling the full stroke of his cock, filling me up again and again, soon I went just a little faster, he started to move his hips too, and it was too much, and clamped on his penis and rode out the orgasm, shuddering and jerking around in waves of pleasure, an orgasm like never before. I collected myself for a moment and he started again. It was almost too much, but I bounced in sync with him.
“oh Jess!” he moaned. But I could barely say anything, I was so into it. All I could do was moan and moan. We started getting faster, and that’s when the words spilt out.
“OH FUCK ME!” I yelled, “give it to me hard!!” He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and that was it. “OH GOD! OH GOOOOOOOOD! FUCK MEEEE! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!” When I did I collapsed on him, breathing hard. It took me a second to realize, he started again, it was slow, but I couldn’t help but almost twitch, I wanted to tell him stop because I was sensitive, but it just felt too good.
He stopped for a second, opening the car door, he picked me up and got out. He held me up with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, he started bucking me, getting quicker. He leaned me against the car kissing me full of passion. I didn’t have much in me, so he started doing most of the work, he would build me up, right to the edge and back away, teasing me. He did it almost three times.
“Fuck me like a man,” I said to him full of lust. “Stop teasing.”
That was when it really started, with every thrust came a moan, he fucked me harder than I ever imagined and it was perfect.
“Oh, babe, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” He said, and with a final thrust, he collapsed into me, out of breath. When I was on my feet I could barely walk, I’d be sore tomorrow but it was all worth it.
He took me to my parent’s car, after a long kiss, I got out of his to drive home.
“I’ll see you again sometime?” he asked, through the passenger window.
“Definitely.” I said, with a sick smile on my lips. I was just about to get in my car when he had one last question.
“Hey, I never asked, how old are you?”