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My dress lifts more, and when I move to situate it, his pants-covered erection slides against my core.
Holy crap.
I’ve never experienced anything like this, never felt this tingling between my legs. I tilt my hips up to meet his, wanting more.
Okay, maybe he’s more experienced than I thought.
He lets out a low moan before pressing against me, and his lips meet mine again.
His hands anchor around my hips. I thrust upward while he rocks against me over and over again as we make out on the field. I slightly pull away when his metal belt buckle hits my core.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks, pulling away and catching his breath.
I shake my head, and with unsteady hands, I unbuckle his belt. I settle myself on my back against the grass when I’m finished and smile. “Much better.”
He grins, and our next kiss is rougher. His movements are more hurried as he pushes my dress up to my waist and exposes me, my red panties on display for him. After I fail to lower his pants with my feet, he pushes them down his thighs. We’re so close that his breaths are hitting mine. My breathing is ragged when his erection under his boxers slides against my panties. My heart is racing like I ran a mile in gym class.
His fingers hook around the side of my panties, but he suddenly stops. “Have you done this before?” He peeks down at me with bright green eyes.
Am I that obvious?
“Does it matter?” I whisper.
He flinches and rests his hands on my thighs. “I’m not taking your virginity on a football field, Chloe.”
I was so worked up that I forgot we were in public. Not just in public, but at our freakingschool.Who dry-humps someone at school?
“It’s … it’s okay,” I assure, struggling to keep my voice strong.What are you thinking? Your sister was a pregnant teen!“You have a condom, right?”
He keeps staring, contemplating his next move, and I rock against him to convince him to pop my cherry.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nod. “As long as you have protection.”
“I do.”
I miss his touch when he pulls away to grab his wallet, and the sound of him opening the condom cuts through our heavy breathing.
Then, that sound is overtaken by shrills of laughter.
“Holy fucking shit, ladies and gentlemen! Get a load of this! Lane is about to fuck Little Miss Trailer Trash!”
Kyle jerks my dress down and stands to pull his pants up before holding his hand out to me. I glare at him before moving my attention to the crowd around me. My chest tightens with embarrassment. My fellow classmates, clad in their formal attire, are pointing and laughing at me. They’re holding their cell phones in my direction, no doubt recording my humiliation. The flashes of cameras nearly blind me.
I’m collapsed in the middle of the football field in a wrinkled, dirty dress, and the condom Kyle planned to wear while taking my virginity is lying beside me. There will be photographic evidence of this forever.
Tears prick at my eyes while the insults continue.
“I can’t believe you’d touch her!” a girl yells. “Haven’t you seen her sister? She has, like, ninety STDs. You can get them from sharing a toilet, you know.”
“Now, I know why he asked her to the dance!” another shouts.
“We knew you could do it, man! See, there’s no stick up her ass, only your cock!” adds another.
More laughter erupts.
I cover my face in embarrassment, forcing myself to breathe, and tears stream down my cheeks. I kick off my flats, jump up, and sprint away from them with Kyle on my trail, screaming my name. When we’re out of earshot from the mocking crowd, I whip around and face him.
