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My head is about to crack from my hangover, but I feel different. I feel rejuvenated, as if I won a championship or something. I take off the blanket and find myself naked.
Not a shocker. I'm used to sleeping naked when I'm drunk. Kayley. I dreamt of her again. But why did it feel different this time? I can still feel the pleasure of having a climax. I only get this feeling when I imagine the woman I fuck to be Kayley.
A bright light flashes in my head after thinking of her. Kayley was with me last night at a party. Some stupid resident from another hospital talked about getting Kayley drunk and finally getting her to bed with him. I warned her to stay away from that doctor.
But she kept receiving the drinks he offered. So, I kept taking and drinking it for her.
Fuck! Did I get drunk and come home with another woman? Kayley.
I rush out of my room, forgetting to put on anything. Relief pours from me when I see Kayley preparing breakfast for me. She came home with me and not with some stupid ass doctor. No wonder I dreamt of her again.
"Drink this honey water and have some porridge," she tells me. "You need to be at the hospital by ten. And put on some clothes."
I stop her when I notice a light red spot on her neck. "What happened to you?"
Kayley looks at me for a while. She takes my hand off her neck and replies, "Nothing. Get dressed, Lionel."
Lionel. Her voice causes another flash in my head. I look at my room, and something bangs my heart – hard. So hard that memories of my drunk moments become clear in my head. I look at Kayley. I wasn't dreaming. She was in my bed. I...
"You let me fuck you?" The words slip out of my mouth. She hates me. It's either I forced her, or she let me. If I did the former, she would have left by now. "You did, didn't you?"
Kayley takes a few gulps before answering, “It was just sex. I’ve done it before.”
“What?” My blood boils from her confession. So, she did let me fuck her even if she hates me. “Why? Ah. Because you’re my loyal maid? You don’t want my parents and brother to be disappointed with you. So, you spread your legs when I wanted you?”
A slap lands on my face. I grab Kayley's hand and push her against the wall. "Let go of me," she warns.
She attempts to scratch me but hesitates. I frown when she stops fighting me.
Where is her dignity? Will she always do what I tell her to do just to keep being the apple of my family's eyes? Why am I asking about it? I already know what kind of a woman she is. I'm not the first man who had sex with her.
There was a rumor about her having sex in the backseat of some quarterback's car. When I confronted her about it, she admitted it to spite me. When I kissed her to piss her off, she kissed me as if she wanted it. But she suddenly gave me a fucking reason that I might cry to my mom if she didn't let me.
“Stop it, Lionel!” I push her harder against the wall and kiss her torridly. Despite her objection, she still kisses back. I roll her skirt and wrap her legs around me. “Don’t do it,” she begs.
"Don't worry, Kayley. I'll cry to Mommy and beg her to make you my wife," she yelps when I push my cock into her pussy. I become disappointed when my cock moves inside her swiftly. She has indeed given herself to somebody else before me.
A tear rolls down her eyes. I ignore it and move my hips. When she cries softly, I hush her with a kiss. I stop and remember doing it to her last night. She also cried. Is it because she didn't want to do it but had to? Does she desperately want to pay off her debt to my family by giving me what I want from her?
Her pussy wraps my cock with heat, erasing all my questions about my rough action. I don't remember how I had her last night, but I will remember this moment. I didn't get her first kiss. I also failed to become the first man to have her.
Kayley was the little girl who sat and cried with me when my father yelled at me for having a B-. My parents compared me to her, but she remained on my side. She cried with me until I laughed at her ugly crying face.
But she grew up and developed some curves. My parents warned me to avoid spending time with her alone as people might think ill of her.
Seeing her grow into a woman from afar made me want her. I loved her as a little girl. I loved her more as a woman. Pretending and finding ways to hate her couldn't stop me from loving her.
Right. It doesn't matter if I was never Kayley's first. I will make sure I'll be her last. No one will love her more than me. I'll never let another man love her.
