He asks if I like it while shoving his mouth over mine to stop my screams. When he pulls out of me I feel empty, like he took all my inside out with him and all I’m left with is a searing aching pain all over my body. Hot sticky goo Fingering shoots onto my belly and spatters up my chest. My body is wet with both of our sweat and he lifts himself off me with what sounds like a lot of effort. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed and for a moment everything is silent and still. Gravel shifts in the drive way and headlights pierce the darkness. He looks over at me, smooths my hair and stumbles into the living room. I hear mom telling him the beer is in the fridge and that she’s going to bed. She stops seeing the door open, the door that’s always closed at night and pauses in my door way. Almost going in, but then she slowly shuts it and I hear her go into her own.
 _________________________________________________________END________________________________________________________ **Because this story was deemed too short, It's indian a 2 for 1** 2 months later

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