Page 57 of Adam & Eve

we were waiting. I begged him to do me every night. I wanted so badly to know what it would feel

like. Would sex make me feel complete? The moments he was between my legs, making me cum was

the only time I felt good.

I anticipated the moment I was no longer a virgin so much that I told him I’d go and be with

someone else if he didn’t want me. Hell, I had no shortage of offers. Little boys and grown men had

always been trying to get a taste. He’d grabbed me by my throat and threatened to kill me if I did. I

believed him, so I waited thirteen more days.”

“Stop, I don’t want to hear anymore,” I interrupted.

I hated myself for not being able to listen. I’d opened the can of worms and now she wanted to

get it off her chest, but I didn’t want to hear about another man touching her. I especially didn’t want

to hear about her liking it.

The actual story was turning out to be ten times worse than what I read in the file. The file

contained no details of a seedy love affair. My emotions swayed somewhere in between lust and hate.

I wanted so badly to have been her first and only. I wanted to be the one to teach her about pleasure. I

hated him for taking that from me, but the thought of him giving her pleasure also stiffened my cock.

“Hell no.” She roughly wiped the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand then

jabbed a finger at me. “You’re going to listen to every word, you selfish bastard. It’s killing you, isn’t

it?” she taunted. “I can see it. Jealousy is oozing from every pore on your body. You hate that I liked

it so much, don’t you? For that reason alone I’m going to enjoy telling you every little detail. And

you’re going to listen, or I’ll refuse to speak to you no matter how long you keep me here, I can

promise you that. I won’t say a word to you,” she threatened.

My body grew tense at her words. I knew then, unequivocally, that she was hurting me

purposely. I wanted her to stop, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t live with her going back to

acting as if I didn’t exist. I nodded my head for her to continue, believing her threat.

“Thirteen days later,” she started where she’d left off, “Rose went to work. He planned it,

made it perfect. It doesn’t take much to seduce a fifteen-year-old. If I remember correctly, all it took

was some cheap gas station flowers, a seafood dinner from a takeout spot and the thought of him

spending Rose’s money on me. He made me feel special and wanted. I hadn’t felt that in a long time.

That night he kissed my lips for the first time, and I was hooked on the taste of him. He taught me how

to stroke him, suck him and please him. I enjoyed making him feel good. When he slid all nine-inches