Unrequited Love Turns Passionate After a Heartbreaking Rejection: A Forbidden Affair

When I was a kid I never thought about girls, and I suspect those who openly spoke about it did so for the attention. I never hung out with any girls, I had no girls as close friends or anything like that. This was a trend that followed me into high school where as I matured and discovered sexuality caused me quite a bit of grief. I was a medium height solid build kid, long thick brown hair and dark blue eyes. To most I was just an average kid, and I don’t blame them for thinking of me that way. But there was more to me than what met the eye. I’ve always considered myself very compassionate and kind, most people who know me agree. This however was not an asset that served me well in finding someone to share my compassion with. Confidence, charisma, charm, whatever you want to call it. In teenage years that’s all that counts when you want a girlfriend. Although I was quite composed and lesser known in high school, this didn’t mean I was by any means a pushover. Behind my shy nature was an attitude of integrity and honesty, those who crossed me knew that.

There were plenty of girls I had an eye for. I’ve never been overly fussy about a girl’s appearance, but there was one girl I had a particular liking to. Call it what you want, infatuation or creepiness, Zoe Becker was someone I’ve never been able to take my eyes off of. She was half Chinese and quite slim, but she was nonetheless gifted with quite large breasts and a composed body. She didn’t flaunt herself like other girls and was very well liked. I was unable to talk to her for years, until I was 16 and we had a class together. Much to my liking my teacher had a mandatory seating plan and I managed to score a seat next to her. Zoe was a very mature girl and quite able to spot someone who was trying to get in her pants, but she was very friendly to me. He dark black hair and pale skin released her beautiful smile whenever we spoke. We got on quite well, every lesson Zoe and I would make casual conversation and share the stories of our lives. One could say she and I were starting to like each other, but I knew the feeling was one sided. Zoe was careful not to lead me on, she never complimented me and made me feel like I had no chance. I on the other hand was very open with compliments and although I never sucked up to her, I was quick to tell her how good she looked if it crossed my mind.

But none of this exactly stopped me from asking her out, and my asking her out was met with a heartbreaking rejection. I recall it so clear, as we left class I threw the question. “Zoe ughhh, do you mind if I ask you something before you go?” I mumbled without showing my nervousness. She turned and smiled, “sure what’s up?”. Her eyes met my own and my heart pulsated into my ribcage. I scanned the room quickly and made sure we were alone. “I really want to get to know you outside of school” I said calmly. She made an awkward nod and failed to maintain eye contact. I continued, “I’d like to take you out to a movie or something”. I paused and pondered whether or not to ass any other propositions. She stood from me in an unusually shy manner and looked across at me. “I really like you too” she said, “but just not in that kind of way... you’re just not really my type”. My head sank and I quickly composed myself. I began to walk to the doorway with her. “That’s okay” I said in disappointment, “I understand”. She looked sad to have rejected me. To be honest I hated her for not giving me the chance. But I quickly forgot it and moved on with my day. Later Zoe tried to make me feel better by being extra talkative and bubbly to me, but I saw through it. Zoe and I continued to be good friend’s, she even got a boyfriend shortly after I asked her out. During this time she was unusually cautious about talking to me about her personal life with this guy. I knew Zoe could tell I was upset by her recent relationship, so I tried my best to just act normal.

Things took a change when Zoe broke up with her boyfriend after 3 months. That night she called me talking about how it had ended. Her voice was high pitched as she cried. “You’ll be okay” I said calmly trying to cheer her up. “You’re an amazing girl don’t let one bad breakup hurt you”. “It hurts so much” she cried into the phone, “I just wish I could find someone who appreciated me more”. I paused and made an attempt to answer but failed. Part of me wanted to shout out to her and tell her that I appreciated her and loved her for who she was. But I just sat in silence. I had a feeling Zoe knew what the meaning of my silence was, she started to change the subject. “I’m really glad I have you to talk to, I'm sorry if I'm talking too much” she said softly starting to cheer up. I replied, “No problem, I'm happy to talk to you, it makes my day”. There was another pause and we both chuckled. “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later” I said. “Okay I’ll see you tomorrow, love you” she said. Those words echoed in my head. Love you? Just what the hell did she mean by that? I paused for a second and replied, “Sure, see you later”. I hung up and rested back onto my bed, angrily I smashed my head into the pillow and grunted. I was not so love struck to be pulled into this sort of thing. I knew very well Zoe didn’t love me, and when she said it I was struck with anger. I expected Zoe to text me or something, but she didn’t. In no mood to continue the night I turned off my computer and slept.

I woke to a rattling at my window taking me a few seconds to realise that something was being thrown repeatedly at my room. I was upstairs so someone was clearly trying to get my attention. I crept over to my window and peered outside. At first I saw nothing, just the trees blowing in darkness and the moon glowing onto the landscape. Then as I looked closer I saw a figure standing below my windowsill staring back at me. It took me a moment to realize, but it was certainly Zoe. Without hesitation I rushed downstairs trying not to wake anyone and opened the front door. She stood right before me appearing to know I was attempting to let her in. I tried to speak but I felt nothing come out. In my confusion Zoe jumped at me and planted her mouth on my own forcing her tongue into my mouth. I was shocked, but quickly subdued to her forwardness and held her in my arms. She pushed her way inside as I reached for the door and flung it shut. Zoe pulled away from me and grasped my hand leading me upstairs. As we approached my bedroom door we ventured inside. Once inside Zoe turned and locked my door, as she turned back around she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed. I was overcome with excitement as Zoe climbed on top of me and began kissing my neck. I moaned passively and held her hips towards me and as I did this Zoe began grinding on top of me aggressively. As Zoe rubbed against me I grew an extremely large erection. Zoe suddenly pulled away from me and began to fiddle with my belt. As she managed to undo it, she tore my pants off followed by my briefs exposing my erection. I felt a sudden feeling of embarrassment, no one had seen my naked since I was a kid. However my worries soothed as Zoe grasped me tightly and jerked me with an intensity in her eyes. She gazed at me lustfully and slowly climbed back on top of me. Her skirt subsided and exposed her white panties. She rubbed me against her allowing me to come into contact with her warmth. Pulling her panties aside, Zoe pulled my cock into the outside of her vagina. She held me there for a few seconds allowing me to feel her moist skin against

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