My Dangerous Childhood Friend

“I can handle it,” she said, “Just put it in.”

“Really?” asked Alan, with a hint of hesitation in his voice. “Will you be alright?” Siana took a deep breath and nodded.

“I will go slowly,” said Alan, “Just let me know when it hurts, and I will stop.”

“No, just thrust it in,” she said.

“It will hurt a lot,” he warned.

“I think it will hurt more going in slowly,” she said. For her, it was better to feel the pain at once and then deal with it, instead of feeling a lingering pain that lasted long.

“Alright, then,” he said.

Siana realized that she had taken her arms off the pillow she had been clutching. Alan got into position over her. She was glad that he hadn’t noticed. She gripped the pillow quickly again and braced for the pain.

His hand grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. He placed a hand at her bottom and raised her back a little. Siana felt the pain as he slowly thrust inside her. She had resolved not to scream if it hurt a lot, but this was unbearable. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes and trickled down. Alan wasn’t even all the way in yet, but it felt like her body would split in two. She gripped the pillow tightly, her knuckles white. She looked up at Alan with resentful eyes.

“Sorry,” he whispered. He had said there was only a little left and yet.

Siana wished he had told her the truth so she could have prepared herself better. He saw her tears. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Siana shook her head. “Is it okay for me to move?” he asked. His voice was low and hoarse.

With her face bright red, Siana turned her head to the side. “D-d-don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?” he said, “I will do whatever you want.”

Siana felt heat building in her body. She closed her eyes and nodded. He wasn’t moving, he was as still as stone. She opened her eyes. “Why aren’t you moving then?” she asked.

“Well, you didn’t answer,” he said.

“I nodded,” she said.

“I want to hear it from you,” he whispered, licking her jaw, “Tell me.” He sucked at her neck.

“That tickles,” she said giggling.

“I will keep doing this until you say it,” he said. His lips and tongue trailed along her skin.

“You have gotten naughtier than I last saw you,” said Siana.

“Well, you have gotten prettier,” he said.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, liking the feel of his lips on her skin, “You are a sweet-talker.”

“So, I can move now?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

Soon after she said it, he slid out of her a little. Siana’s insides, which had filled up a while ago, contracted a little. He then thrust back in again.

“Ahh,” Siana gave a m*an.

Though it was still painful, it wasn’t as bad as it had been the first time. Alan repeated his movements. He slithered out a little and thrust in again. Siana grabbed the pillow even more tightly. With him slowly sliding out and then thrusting in again, her inner walls relaxed a bit. As she adjusted to the feeling, Alan’s speed gradually increased. His body moved in a rhythm, his thrusts became harder and faster. Her inner walls tightened and contracted and gradually a feeling of pleasure spread to the edge of pain. She could sense it building. Her toes curled.

“Ah…Ohhh,” she m*aned.

Alan uttered a low m*an and thrust with speed, his waist and hips moving fiercely. The pleasure gradually built into a crescendo. Siana had let go of the pillow long ago and she was grabbing his hands that were cradling her.

“Mm,” m*aned Siana, “Alan…”

Alan couldn’t control himself anymore. He m*aned and he thrust with increasing speed, harder and faster. Everything in front of her eyes flashed white.

“Alan…,” she cried, “Oh, yes!”

His thrust hit her deepest point and sent her reeling until she came with a m*an. Her inner walls shrank, she tightened her grip on his arms. His body tensed up and he made a sound. Siana didn’t know if it was a sound of pain or pleasure.

She looked up at him, after his strange grunt. She wanted to see his face. Siana blinked to clear her vision. Alan smiled. “I won,” he said.

It took Siana a while to figure out what he intended. He gestured to the pillow. Siana saw her hands still gripping his arms. He meant she had let go of the pillow and lost her bet. She fumbled for words and let go of his arms. What a stupid bet, she seethed.

“You forced that stupid bet on me,” she said, “It hurt so much, I didn’t know what to do.”

“That is precisely why I gave you a chance,” he said.

“What? When?” she asked.

“Well, you dropped the pillow a long while ago, when I suggested to stop,” he said, “You grabbed my arms instead.”

“You knew about that?” she asked, flushed.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice,” he smirked.

“Naturally,” she said, “I was out of my mind, and it looked like you were too.” She felt like a fool now. “Anyway, your standard is weird.”

“I can’t deny that,” he said.

“Huh?”

“I admit my standard was weird,” he said, “But Sia, I will ask you straight away. Was I bad?”

For a moment, she was speechless. She didn’t know which answer to give. If she said yes, she would be harking about marriage again. If she said he was bad, that would be untrue.

“If you do say I wasn’t good enough, you’d be lying,” he said, “Seeing you grab my arms like that is evidence enough.”

His sweaty hair fell on his eyes. He smirked. Siana couldn’t make a convincing enough rebuttal to that. However, she felt sorry for him. And the scars covering his torso tore at her heart. He desperately wanted to marry her, but she still didn’t want to marry him. She wanted to leave and seek asylum somewhere; she wanted to be away from here.

No matter the circumstances, I cannot accept you, she wanted to say to him. She didn’t know how to tell him so he would understand and leave her alone.

Seeing her speechless like this, Alan felt something. Siana never hesitated, she would throw whatever was in her heart into the open. Perhaps she was thinking of a way to get out of this situation, away from him. Alan thought he couldn’t let that happen. Before Siana rejected him, he had to distract her.

“It seems you don’t know what to say,” he said, “Should we do it again your way? Maybe that will help you make up your mind.”

“Do it again? Why?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Is there a problem with it?” he asked.

“Are you sure you can do this again and again?” she asked, “Isn’t once enough?”

“Once?” he said and laughed. “Darling, we are far from finished.”

Siana felt like a fool. She thought she knew how things worked but no. She knew nothing, about men, or even of herself.

“Sorry for ruining your expectations,” he whispered. “I am still not satisfied with it.” Then he kissed her. He entered her in one swift motion and moved inside her.