When I was in 8th grade I hung around all the high-risk school shooters.
I wasn't exactly like them, I just found them to be the more genuine "don't give a fuck, say what I want" type of people, and they were, and they didn't care for bullshit.
Well, somehow I caught the eyes of the purest, preppiest, sweetest, prettiest, blooming little 14 year old piece of virgin silk pussy in my class.
Good.God. I can ... well. Lets continue for the time being.
We somehow got to talking and wouldn't you know it? She had a little angst in her because mommy was mad at daddy who lived a few states away, and that made her severely confused. I was into reading and having had the advanced English course with her, began talking about some of the books we were reading. She gave me this one. This pathetic, stupid, YA piece of trash book, and said it was her favorite.
Well...evil little me knew exactly how to use this book. I read it. By god I read it like six fucking times. I talked to her with enthusiasm about it for days on end and blah blah blah (ironically I did the same thing with John Green in order to see my plan come to fruition).
One day, she was vulnerable, and started telling me all her dark little, preppy, rich-girl suicidal tendencies, and fucking a I knew I was in.
I put my mouth on as much of her body as I could. Those little mosquito bite tits, that intact hymen, the untouched clit, I even got a little taste of her asshole before she pushed my head away, obviously not ready for such a commitment.
I fucked this girl like I would fuck an angel. Her dumb little mouth couldn't give a blowjob, but she tried. Her hand was like a dead sock flapping against my cock in the wind, but it didn't matter. Her precious little pure, perfectly toned face, and her skinny little lips acted as the most elegant backdrop to my erect cock.
I stripped away every ounce of innocence this little mrs catholic perfect girl had. I can still taste her pussy if I think about it. Her virgin little pussy, how surprised she was when it got so red and wet.
Oh fuck...I can still remember how she squirmed, bit her lip, and pounded her little fists against my chest when I popped her cherry. How I couldn't go all the way in because that perfect little face showed a stinging pain. How her breathing was stalled as I tried to gain a rhythm, entering a little deeper with each subsequent descent.
She was so fucking small, not that I was a large athlete, I was just the average sized teenage kid, but her skinny little frame was like playing with a fucking barbie doll. I could move her and position her as I pleased.
I came all over those little mosquito tits and a little hit her face, she half laughed, and was half disgusted. A little surprised and unsure.
I lost my virginity that day. I did shit I saw in porn and she didn't know any better.
I never got to do that again. All that was thanks to this stupid fucking book.