Forget Me Not (11 page)

“
Are you ready to let me
fuck you again?”

I only nod, wanting him more than I
have ever wanted a person.

“
This time, I want
everyone to hear you scream.”

“
Anything,” I tell
him.

“
Really?
Anything?”

I nod again, not sure what I have
agreed to, but looking forward to it. Jack doesn’t explain;
instead, he opens me up and slips inside. Again, I am shocked at
how huge and hard he is. I have been fucked harder tonight than
ever before and he doesn’t stop. At first, it hurts because he’s
aggressive, but soon, the rhythm gets me wet again and I start to
push myself against him. He lifts my legs and holds them in the
air, burying himself all the way in my pussy. I feel the orgasm
ripping down my body and I start to scream.

“
Say my name,” he
demands.

“
Jack!” I
scream.

“
Louder!”

“
Jack! Fuck me,
Jack!”

“
Keep screaming, princess.
Or I stop fucking you.”

I take a deep breath and scream his
name with everything I’ve got. “Don’t stop fucking me, Jack. I want
your cock all night. I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it
anymore!”

I know there is no way our floor mates
don’t hear me screaming, but he loves it and so I keep crying out
his name. He continues to hold my hands down and fucks me until I
orgasm yet again. By the time he comes, I can’t feel any part of my
body except the inside of my pussy, which is full of his hard cock.
It’s insane. He makes me feel both dirty and thrilled at the same
time. Guilt rages in me - guilt about Derek, guilt about how
degrading this should be, and guilt about how much I love every
second of it. I don’t know what it says about me that I like it
like this, but I just feel too good to be truly ashamed.

He gets up and cleans himself off
before looking at me. “Princess, I’m exhausted. Are you planning to
stay the night?”

I’m not sure how to answer. I don’t
think Jack is the cuddling type and I still don’t know what this
is. Are we starting a relationship or is this just fucking? With
Derek, it started with sex, but there was something between us for
years. This is all new to me and I don’t know what to say. I don’t
want to make demands of him, but I don’t want to push him away,
either.

“
You can stay if you
want,” he says. “Although I do have to work early in the
morning.”

“
Yeah, I’m going out for
dinner with my parents,” I say. “I should probably not be…
distracted tomorrow.”

He comes back to the bed and slides
his hands along my thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, but
he doesn’t do any more. “When you get back tomorrow night, come
over. I have a distraction in mind that I think you will
love.”

“
Really? Something like
tonight?”

“
Better. Just for your
birthday. Real princess treatment.”

I get wet and I want to beg for more,
although I don’t think I can take it. I moan as he continues to
tease my clit and he just watches me go weak for him.

“
I don’t want to go,” I
whisper as he starts to move his thumb faster. I’m ready to beg him
to use me again.

“
Good. I want you
desperate tomorrow.” He backs away and gathers my clothes, tossing
them to me. “See you then.”

My cunt is on fire when I leave,
desperate enough already. Just thinking about what Jack has planned
makes me crazy and I’m disappointed when I find Kristen in the room
when I get back. I can’t masturbate with her here and I lie in bed,
restless because of my aching pussy. I want so badly to go back to
Jack’s room and ask for more, but I’m a little embarrassed about
how much I like what we did tonight.

Chapter 9

My birthday dinner with my family is
excruciating. They ask about Derek, which just makes me feel
terrible, and Jon tries to fill me in on everything I’ve missed
this last month. No one seems to think it is odd that I don’t know
anything about Derek anymore; instead, he becomes the primary topic
of dinner conversation and I just want to leave. I almost wonder if
they forgot it was even my birthday until a swarm of wait staff
appears to sing me the most irritating rendition of “Happy
Birthday” possible. I sink down into the booth; even the new laptop
they bought me can’t make up for this kind of
humiliation.

After dinner, they want to hang
around, which just manages to annoy me. I’m horny and I want Jack.
I don’t want to talk about my ex-boyfriend who doesn’t care about
me. I try to pretend to be interested in Derek’s rugby skills, but
all I can think about is the surprise that I have waiting. I want
to know what it is; there are a lot of things that I can imagine,
but Jack is an entirely new kind of person to me.

Finally, they leave and I dig through
my closet, trying to find something slutty to wear. My clothes are
not designed to be worn for nights like this, but I make do with a
tight pair of pants and a shirt that is way too small for me.
Kristen watches me warily.

“
What are you doing to
yourself?” She isn’t judging me, but I still don’t like the way she
says it.

“
What do you
mean?”

“
Derek loves you. You love
him. You’re just hurting yourself and him. You know it, so why are
you doing this? Why not try to make it work?”

“
First of all, he ditched
me on my birthday. Secondly, he ditched me on our anniversary,
which is tonight. Third, he hasn’t called-”

“
You threw your phone
across the room,” she points out.

“
Not important. No email
or Facebook message, either.”

“
I know, but Lily, you
don’t strike me as the type to give up that easily.”

“
He lied to me about
Jodie, too. If he wants to spend time with her, then he can do so.
Apparently that’s what he would rather do.”

“
I guess. I just think you
need to avoid running to someone else. It’s not really fair to
anyone.”

“
All I have done since
school started is worry about Derek, miss Derek, and whine about
Derek. I’m having fun with Jack.”

She raises an eyebrow.
“You’re having
sex
with Jack. As fun as that is, do you even like
him?”

I stare at her. “I like fucking
him.”

“
Not the same
thing.”

“
Does it matter?” The
little voice in my head that echoes back what Kristen is saying is
getting louder and I want it to shut up.

“
I don’t know, Lily. Does
it?”

I don’t respond. Instead, I take my
purse and head down the hall to Jack’s room. Before the other
night, I had only been with one guy and now, he’s totally
disinterested in me. I also never knew sex could be like this. The
last two nights have been wild, but I loved them. My body is
already shaking thinking about what Jack will do to me tonight.
When he opens the door, I don’t know what to say when I see a girl
sitting on his bed. Did he forget we had plans? Am I really that
replaceable to everyone?

“
Hey princess. Come on
in.”

“
It looks like you already
have company.” I’m not jealous, just disappointed. I guess this
confirms that Jack and I are not in a relationship. I’m relieved, I
have to admit. I kind of like the freedom of this – whatever it is.
Not worrying, not pining, just having fun. At least I think that’s
how I feel. Kristen’s questions plague me and I shake myself to
forget them.

Jack looks between me and the girl on
his bed. “This is Alana. Alana, this is the princess.”

Alana is intimidating, but she looks
like the kind of girl Jack would spend his time with – meaning she
looks nothing like me. Although she is dressed in black and is
clearly going for the “don’t look at me” style, she is actually
beautiful. Her bright eyes flicker when we make eye contact. Her
black hair is long and spills down her back, but I get the
impression she rarely wears it that way. This must be some kind of
special occasion. Despite the coolness of the weather, she is
wearing only her tight black pants and a black tank top. Her pale
white skin is marked with tattoos that run the length of her
arms.

“
She’s never going to go
for it,” she tells Jack. I’m surprised at her voice; I expected her
to be brash, but she speaks in a lilting, soft tone. She shoves her
hair behind her ear, as if she’s uncomfortable with it looking so
girly.

“
You’d be surprised. Our
little princess is not so innocent when you get her going. Are
you?”

“
Lily,” I say, introducing
myself to Alana. “I have a name.”

She laughs. “I figured. Listen,
sweetie, you’re cute, but I think Jack misunderstands you. All
apologies.”

Intrigued, I lock the door to Jack’s
room behind me. “Misunderstands what? Why does everyone think I am
such a good girl?”

“
I don’t think you are
anymore,” Jack says. “I think you are one very, very naughty girl
in fact.”

“
Jack, look at her.
There’s wild and then there’s
wild
. This is not her thing, I
promise you.”

She doesn’t seem to think it’s rude to
talk about me as if I’m not there and I stand in the middle of the
room, irritated, confused, and horny. Jack comes over and smacks me
hard on the ass. I cry out, growing wet, and he turns his attention
back to Alana.

“
Go ahead, Alana,” Jack
instructs. She shrugs and jumps down off the bed, moving toward us.
I don’t move when she wraps an arm around me; suddenly, her lips
are on mine. It’s different than kissing a guy; Alana is soft and
she tastes sweet. She flicks her tongue against mine and I feel
something I didn’t know was possible. I definitely like guys, but
something is churning inside of me. I push closer to Alana and run
my hands over her back. The kiss grows hungrier and she lets out a
small sound, before she backs up a few inches.

“
Huh. Maybe you are up for
it.”

“
I told you,” Jack says.
“Princess, Alana is your birthday present. I thought that maybe we
could all have a little fun. You said you wanted to experiment. So
let’s experiment.” His smile is wicked.

Although this is very different from
what I expected, I can’t pretend it doesn’t excite me. Looking over
Alana’s body, I realize that I want to explore it in detail. She
starts to strip and neither Jack nor I can tear our eyes away. She
has beautiful breasts; they’re creamy white and full. I move
forward and touch them; they’re soft and she lifts my shirt over my
head while I play.

“
Does that turn you on?”
Jack asks. “Touching her like that?”

“
Yes,” I whisper. Soon,
Alana’s hands are on my tits and I’m engulfed in flames. I want to
know more of this feeling.

It feels funny having our bodies
pressed together; as Alana touches me, her breasts push against
mine, and it’s a strange and yet extremely erotic sensation. I’ve
never been this close to a girl before and I am getting extremely
wet. She leans down and teases my nipple with her teeth. I groan
and make eye contact with Jack. He sits on his chair, unbuttoning
his pants. While Alana and I touch one another, he begins to jerk
off and I lose it. Everything I thought I was fades away; this
night is all I care about. I watch his hand moving up and down on
his cock and I feel Alana circling my nipple with her
tongue.

“
Oh, God, someone needs to
fuck me,” I cry. I reach down and rub my pussy through my
pants.

“
Have you ever been with a
girl, Lily?” Alana asks.

I shake my head, afraid to speak, to
ruin it. She moves my hand and takes my pants off. I want her to
touch me, but she doesn’t. She just undresses herself and I look at
what’s between her legs. The smooth skin is surprising. I’ve never
really seen my own pussy and it’s so strange seeing another woman
like this. I’ve seen porn and pictures, but I have never seen a
girl naked in person – at least not in a way that was so obviously
sexual. There may have been a time in the locker room, but never
when it was leading to something else. I’ve never stopped and
looked at women like this, either. She’s incredible.

“
Get on the bed together,”
Jack directs. His cock is huge and swollen and he’s breathing
heavy, trying to slow his strokes so he doesn’t come too soon.
“Let’s have some fun with our princess.”

I do what Jack says, but he just keeps
stroking himself and watching. I’m afraid he’ll come before he
fucks me, but Alana warns him first.

“
Jack, you’re gonna hurt
yourself. Save some for both of us,” she teases.

He groans, but slows even more,
although I can tell it must be driving him crazy. It’s driving me
crazy and I have no idea where this is going. Well, that’s not
entirely true. I know what comes next, but having never experienced
it, I can only imagine what it will be like. Alana gets on top of
me on the bed and begins stroking the lips of my cunt. When she
slips her fingers deep into me, I feel like I’m dying. I love
having fingers inside of me, but no guy has ever been this good at
it. Even masturbating is not this good; Alana knows exactly where
to touch me, what speed to move her fingers at, and just how much
to push inside. My clit is ready to burst and then I completely
lose it when she moves down between my legs and takes it in her
mouth.