August 30, 2025

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3.

37 minutes

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3.
Kurt and Melanie find out love is simple, life, not so much.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Warm

and safe, the love of my life inside me and wrapped around me, I slept

the blissful sleep of the newly-deflowered. I dreamed I was running

through the streets in a downpour, the water drenching me, but I was

almost weightless and practically flew along on my swift bare feet

without fear of harm. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was alone at the

base of a majestic temple, a mountain of stairs leading to pillars that

were shrouded in darkness.

With

barely a thought, I climbed the stairs and found myself at the top next

to one of the stone columns. The darkness was alive, nervous,

convincing me of things that were there and not there at the same time. I

pressed my face against the stone pillar, its cold smoothness

reassuring me that it had no surprises for me; it had no life. Then, out

of the darkness, I heard footsteps approaching. The sound echoing on

the stone edifices around me, it felt like the footsteps were coming

from everywhere at once.

felt a slight tickle, a warm wiggling itch, begin to dance over the

bare skin of the back of my neck. I bent my head back to rub it against

my shoulder, but the itch only seemed to spread. The footsteps were

closer, their finely shod sound crisp and perfect, but still impossible

to locate. The pillar was real, so I held onto it more tightly, the

comforting coolness seeping into me. The itch had spread over my

shoulders and down my bare torso, but I told myself that it wasn't real.

It couldn't hurt me.

Then,

an enormous hand was placed on the column by my head. Its size took up

nearly all of my field of vision. Its skin was an angry red, festering

blisters covering it. I closed my eyes, feeling the owner of the hand

standing close behind me. I tried to breathe, but it felt like something

invisible was slowly choking me. I felt hands curl around my hips,

pulling them back from the column. I clung to it more fiercely, closing

my eyes and telling myself it wasn't real. "You came back to me," a low

crackling voice rasped behind me. I felt heat radiating from it, burning

me where it held my hips, but it wasn't real.

The

thing behind me spread my legs further apart, stopping them from

closing again with enormous hoof-like feet. It was just a bad dream, I

told myself. I always woke up from these dreams before anything really

hurt me. Then, I saw an enormous scabbed appendage appear between my

legs, searching upward between my thighs, tickling me with its burning,

brushing touches. My breath could only come into my lungs with a wheeze,

desperately pulling it in, as if the air was thick and sludge-like.

eyes were closed so tightly, I was sure I couldn't open them again if I

tried. I knew what was going to happen. The creature only had one

purpose for me. I felt the appendage push into my opening, and with a

jerk, it impaled me on its massive burning cock. My feet left the ground

and it held me in front of it, thrusting into me again and again. Fire

coursed through my body, burning, itching and stinging everywhere it

went, as the being pounded himself into me again and again, roaring my

name with each invading thrust, "Melanie! Melanie! Melanie!!!!"

awoke in a haze. I felt a mask pressed over my mouth and nose, pinching

me. I tried to push it away, but my arms wouldn't move. "She's waking

up," a man's voice said. "Melanie, can you hear me? We're taking you to

the hospital. Squeeze my hand if you can hear what I'm saying."

became aware of my arms, wrapped against my body on a narrow stretcher

bed. I squeezed the hand I felt holding mine. "Melanie, you're in an

ambulance. Your roommate called 911 because you were having trouble

breathing. We think you're going into anaphylaxis -- that you're having a

severe allergic reaction. Do you have any allergies? Squeeze my hand

once for yes, two for no."

squeezed the hand once, but I couldn't think how my allergy to balloons

mattered. I hadn't seen any at the party; the party; the fountain; the

rain; As I began to fall asleep again, I felt a jab in my thigh and

heard the voice telling me more things, asking me questions that didn't

matter. I slept.

woke again in a hospital bed to the sound of soft guitar music next to

me, then I heard Kurt's voice singing barely louder than a whisper:

I love lilacs and avocados,
Ukuleles and fireworks.
And purple ponies and walking in the snow,
But you've got to know.

You're the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Quite simply the love of my life.
I love Lucy and pumpernickel bread,
The Statue of Liberty and standing ovations.
And falling into bed,
But get it through your head.

You're the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Quite simply the love of my life.

You can drive me crazy,
You can drive me anywhere.
Here are the keys,
Just do as you please.
It may not always be easy,

But you're the love of my life,
My heart is riding on a runaway train.
You are the love of my life,
Through all the pleasure and pain.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Simply the love of my life.
You are the love,
The great love of my life.

"Carly Simon;" I rasped when the music trailed off, my throat sore and scratchy. "I love that song."

Kurt smiled and closed his eyes, nodding with a sigh of relief. "My mom sang it to me a lot when I was a kid. How do you feel?"

began to answer, when I heard noises outside the door. "She's allergic

to balloons, but it's never been this bad before! How did this happen? I

want to; "

"Mrs.

Palmberg, I'll need to talk with Melanie privately for a moment, if you

could please wait in the lobby; " a woman's calm voice answered my

frantic mother.

"No! I will not wait in the lobby! I am her mother! She could have died! You're her doctor and I have a right to; "

The

doctor spoke even more quietly, "I agree with you. When she was under

the age of 18, you were responsible for making all medical decisions and

it was only appropriate that you be given all pertinent information.

Now that she is an adult, though it may seem strange, we need to respect

the laws that give her the right to privacy and allow her to decide

upon her care and with whom we discuss her situation. Please, Mrs.

Palmberg, this won't take long at all, but it would really help me treat

your daughter if you could wait in the lobby. We will call you into the

room the moment she asks us to."

heard my mother's annoyed hissing sigh, a sound I had learned to dread

since childhood, then the sound of her stomping away. Embarrassed at the

scene she had made, I looked up at Kurt and shrugged ruefully, but his

eyes were far away thinking. "You're allergic to balloons;" he said,

looking uneasy, almost stricken.

The

harried-looking doctor walked into the room before I could ask what was

wrong. Kurt excused himself, squeezing my hand before he left. The

doctor closed the door of the room before sitting down in a tall chair

by a portable desk, reading the screen of her laptop. "I'm Dr. Christine

Dahl, Melanie. I was on duty when they brought you in last night with

edema, hives, and difficulty breathing. The EMT administered an

epinephrine shot on route to the hospital, which probably saved your

life. Your labs indicate you've had a severe histamine reaction. Do you

know what you might have been exposed to that triggered it?"

had to think about what she was saying for a while before understanding

her. She sat stiffly, staring at her computer as she spoke. She was

using clinical terms instead of trying to use simpler words that most

people would understand. It was obvious she was upset about something

and was using the words as a wall. "Um; I only know that I'm allergic to

balloons, but I didn't blow any up or even see any last night. Besides,

they really only make my lips get swollen and a few blisters sometimes.

It's not that bad. Nothing like this."

"Were you exposed to any other materials that contained latex?" she asked, still not looking up from the screen.

"I don't;" I said, not really knowing what she could be talking about. As far as I knew, I was just allergic to balloons.

"Your

reaction was indicative of a prolonged exposure to an allergen, most

likely more than just skin contact. It is more indicative that the

proteins of your allergen were introduced through an open wound," she

said, raising her eyebrows as she talked to the screen in front of her.

"Were you sexually intimate tonight?" she asked.

my God. I had just lost my virginity and now I had to talk about my

girl parts with a doctor? Begging for a quick death, I stammered "I

don't; understand what;"

"Balloons

are made from latex, a derivative of the rubber tree. You are allergic

to latex which is used in many products, not just balloons," she said,

angry for reasons I couldn't understand. "You should have been told this

for your own safety when the latex allergy was discovered. This should

have been addressed when you discussed birth control methods with your

doctor. Hasn't your gynecologist ever discussed; "

haven't; I don't have a; one of those doctors. Umm; my mom said that I

didn't need to do that until after I was married," I stammered.

Dr.

Dahl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them,

finally met my eyes, the anger in her face was slowly being replaced

with something like pity. "Melanie, you were brought in with severe

hives and swelling in the genital area. The reaction was mostly likely

caused by contact with a latex condom." She watched and nodded briefly

as the look of realization on my face and my attempt to disappear under

the covers of the bed confirmed her suspicions. "There were also several

lacerations; small cuts; in the area. Those can happen during sex that

is vigorous, when there is a size difference between the partners, when a

woman is not sufficiently aroused prior to penetration, or when the

woman has not been intimate before," she said. "In this case, those

lacerations are probably how the latex proteins were introduced into

your bloodstream, causing the more severe anaphylactic reaction. You've

stabilized, so we can send you home. I'm prescribing you an

anti-histamine to use for the next week, a cream to use to relieve the

hives, and two epi pens that you should keep with you if this ever

happens again. In the future you will need to use polypropylene or other

non-latex condoms. I would advise you to avoid lambskin, though,

because they don't protect you from viral transmissions, such as HIV."

The

most uncomfortable conversation of my life continued for what felt like

an eternity. I could barely bring myself to say the names of the body

parts that would require creams and what to watch for as the swelling

and hives went down. All I knew was that the horrible stinging burning

sensation in my nethers would fade to itching and then eventually to a

blessed normal feeling that I had not appreciated enough when I had it.

Then, since Dr. Dahl took personal offense at being made to explain

things to ex-virgins during the first few weeks of school "every goddamn

year," she took it upon herself to give me the basics of female health

and sexual responsibility, along with a handful of pamphlets that I

would make certain my mother didn't get a chance to see.

parents drove me back to the apartment and offered again to bring me

back home so they could care for me, which I refused repeatedly. "Look,

it was just an accident," I assured them, "I'll know in the future to

avoid surgical gloves when I have a cut on my lip," I lied, hoping they

wouldn't notice that I could barely walk without discomfort. I kissed

them goodbye in the street because Dad didn't want to pay for parking,

and took my things up to the apartment. I entered, half-expecting to see

Kurt waiting for me while Suki, my lifesaving roommate, flipped through

TV channels faster than any sane person would, but it was silent and

empty inside. There were no messages on my phone, making me realize that

yet again Kurt and I had not exchanged contact information. Feeling

bereft, I showered and went to bed, planning to look for a job the next

day.

The

next morning, I padded out to the kitchenette and took a banana from

the fruit bowl and made coffee. Suki was flipping through channels,

giving each of the perky news personalities only a fraction of a second

to pitch their shows to her. "Hey! You wanna watch anything; oh perfect

for you! Itchy and Scratchy!" she said, putting the TV on The Simpsons.

Tossing the remote aside, she walked up and leaned over the counter

grinning while watching me putter around the kitchen. "So; how're ya

feeling?"

"Umm;

better, thanks," I said, pouring her a glass of milk and mixing in some

Ovaltine. "Thanks for; you know, calling for help, too," I said,

putting the glass in front of her. "What happened? How did you; " I

began.

Suki

snorted, "Mel, you were swollen, red, and wheezing in your sleep. You

looked like a blood sausage. Mr. Six Used Condoms in the Empty Kleenex

Box was nowhere to be seen. He came back with ice cream just after

they'd taken you away," she said, putting her silicone straw into the

Ovaltine and drinking half the glass.

"Blood sausage isn't really red. It's more of a brownish black, actually," I murmured.

"Uh

huh;" she said, tilting her head to look at me sideways. "Yeah; cuz I

really wanted to talk about blood sausage after all that. My virgin

roommate bangs a guy she meets at a frat party six times, nearly dies,

and then I have to throw the guy out again before her parents; "

"Kurt

came back here? He was at the hospital when I woke up, but he left when

the doctor came and I didn't see him after that. What did he say? Why; "

"Oh

yeah, fuckboy showed up again, but he was completely blitzed. There was

no way I was letting that mess in or cleaning up whatever he left. I

told him to take a hike and call you when he sobered up. Are you really

into that? I woulda thought you; "

"He

doesn't have my number, Suki! How am I supposed to; " I bit my lips and

tried to calm down. It wasn't Suki's fault. Why would Kurt have gotten;

whatever 'blitzed' meant; right after he left the hospital? How would

we find each other again this time? I sighed, reasoning that Kurt knew

where I lived, so at least he could show up at the apartment, now. We

had shared an incredible night together. We were in love. I was sure I'd

hear from him soon.

But

I didn't. I gingerly walked to the student union, always looking over

my shoulder or craning my neck around corners, hoping that Kurt would be

there, but he wasn't. I applied for a few campus jobs within walking

distance that paid well enough and fit my personality. I picked up my

used textbooks at the bookstore, but there was no sign of a lanky guy

with kind eyes anywhere. I checked the student directory to see if I

could find him that way, but there was no registration for Kurt Sorenson

or Kurt Wyman.

returned to the apartment and invented reasons that I needed to be

sitting by the window looking outside for the rest of the day. My newly

deflowered mind came up with reason after reason for why Kurt didn't

come to me, each of them belonging to the plot of a bad romantic comedy.

I couldn't even plan my day because I was worried that I would miss him

if he came to the apartment. I knew how pathetic I was being and it

made me sick, but I just couldn't stop myself. There was nothing

romantic about being vigorously deflowered and then left alone with

nothing but your thoughts for days afterward.

Other

thoughts began to creep into my mind as the days passed without any

sign of Kurt, thoughts that came to me in my mother's voice. Well, why

would he come back? He got what he came for didn't he? Six times on the

first date. Men never want you once they've had you, you know. It's just

biology. He probably has quite a few other girls to visit before he

gets around to you again; if he gets around to you again. They're

probably thinner than you, too.

After

about a week of this, Suki staged a gentle intervention. "You've been

sitting around here every day doing nothing while you're made up like a

fucking supermodel and it's killing my dracaena trifasciata!" she

yelled, waving at the plant I had moved to the floor from my window sill

perch.

"I thought that was plastic;" I mumbled.

"It

is!" she yelled. "You're killing a goddamn plastic plant with this

bullshit! Now go wipe that stuff off your face, go to food services and

work your way through a pint of frozen yogurt and find someone else to

fuck like a normal person!"

had no reason to argue, much less any spirit, so I did. Makeup-less for

the first time in 160 hours, I wandered over to the food services

building, filled up the large cup with chocolate soft serve, put on all

the unhealthy toppings, and sat down at a table alone. When the uneaten

fro-yo had melted into a poop emoji in front of my unmoving eyes, Kurt's

cousin Paul slid down next to me with a tray carrying two baskets of

French fries. "Melanie, I thought I'd never find you. Look; " he cut off

as another guy joined us at the table. Paul paused, then slumped back

low in his chair, spreading his knees wide. "So uh, it was good to see

you again at the party; you have a good time?" he asked, casually

dipping a fry into my melting fro-yo.

Confused

at Paul's sudden change in demeanor, I just blinked at him, then

nodded. I looked up at the other guy who met my eyes, smiled and nodded

once, extended his hand to me which I took numbly. He shook my limp hand

in a firm grip, said "Tim," and then sat down and began eating a tuna

sandwich and reading something he'd written on a notepad.

Paul's

eyes darted to Tim and back to me, "So, uh, yeah; we should catch up

sometime soon. We'll do some Netflix in my room. Your pick. Why don't

you come by the house tonight?" he asked, leaning forward and stroking

my back as he dipped another fry into the fro-yo poop emoji.

thought about the offer. I was a cast-aside slut. I was a used condom

shoved in an empty tissue box. I didn't want to be seen. I didn't want

to make awkward chit-chat with Paul. I just wanted to go back to the

apartment and sleep for the next three years. "I; I have to study," I

said, quietly.

"Even

better. You'll study, I'll pick the movie," he said, smoothly. Paul was

always smooth. Tim looked up from his notes, looking darkly at Paul

before he glanced at me and returned to his reading. "Besides, I think

you forgot something at the party," Paul said in a low voice, rolling

his eyes when I finally looked up at him, "something you probably miss;"

he finished, pointedly.

blinked. Then, I blinked again. It finally occurred to me that Paul was

trying to tell me something he didn't want Tim to know; probably

something about Kurt. Kurt; who had fooled me into thinking I was

everything to him and then made sure I knew I was nothing to him once

the deed was done. Had I dreamed that he was at the hospital singing to

me? Why had he even bothered coming? So that his signals would be good

and mixed? Was that how guys got girls to eagerly fall into bed with

them and still have low expectations for anything else? Still, a big

part of me craved closure, even if it was only a pathetic lie to scoff

at later. "Um; yeah, okay," I murmured.

That

night, as I walked to Paul's fraternity house, I heard Suki's voice in

my head telling me that every other gang rape porn story begins with a

naïve girl going into a frat guy's room to "talk" and that if I wanted

to end the night sodomized and covered with bruises and cum, she'd

introduce me to her cousin Romeo. Not that I had told Suki where I was

going, because then she'd actually follow me down the street saying that

stuff.

felt it in my bones that this was a bad idea. Why couldn't Kurt just

tell me what was going on himself? Why not show me that little bit of

respect instead of making his cousin tell me like a third grader? Why

even bother doing it after a week of nothing at all? Then again, maybe

it wasn't even about Kurt. Maybe he told Paul how stupid I was, and Paul

thought I'd be easy to get into bed. I didn't want to have sex with

Paul, though; not even if it would hurt Kurt for hurting me. I wanted to

make love. That was the problem, I guess. That night, I was making

love, but I didn't know I was just getting fucked.

rang the doorbell of the fraternity and waited until a guy answered the

door. "Hi. I'm Melanie; I'm here to see Paul," I said. The guy mumbled

something in greeting and his mouth twitched as he opened the door wider

and let me in. After looking me over, he ran upstairs and I stood

shifting on my feet in the entryway, feeling uncomfortable. I could hear

a TV going behind some closed doors in a common room nearby, and saw a

living room filled with couches next to the entry, obscured by a

half-wall. After a while of waiting, I cleared my throat softly and a

guy's head and shoulders rose up from behind the wall. When he turned

around, I recognized him as the guy that had sat down at my table with

Paul. His eyes scanned the entryway, and then landed on me again. His

lips pursed in annoyance. "You are Melanie. We met earlier. Tim. Please,

sit down," he said coming to the entryway and leading me to a couch in

the living room. "Did Jake go to get Paul?" he asked.

opened my mouth, then bit my lips and shrugged half-heartedly, folding

my arms over my stomach. I felt forgotten; forgettable. Tim frowned,

then excused himself and ran upstairs. I looked around the room,

noticing a spread of notes and an advanced business textbook sitting on

the coffee table in front of where Tim was sitting. Soon, he came back,

not with Paul, but Jake. "How do we answer the door?" Tim asked, his

baritone voice carrying around the room.

Jake

glanced at me, then at Tim standing with his hands behind his back, his

arms tight and muscled. Nervously, he then stared at a distant spot on

the floor, "We, um, welcome people, get their name and find out who they

want to see, and ask them sit down;" he recounted.

"You missed two," Tim said, patiently.

"Oh;

right, we tell them we'll go get the person they want to see and;" Jake

winced, the last requirement of answering the door still eluding him.

"We

introduce ourselves," Tim reminded him. "When we meet someone, we give

them our names and live in a way befitting that name," he finished.

"Right,"

Jake murmured, and his eyes flashed to me, "Sorry; I'm Jake," he said.

"Um; I'll go get; Paul?" he asked me. I nodded and he dashed up the

stairs again.

Without another word, Tim sat down on his sofa and continued studying. "Um; thank you." I said, quietly. "That was; nice."

Tim

raised his eyes to me, "No. That was not nice," he said, then went back

to reading, "that was; respect," he said to his book. Tim stressed the

last word in a way that grated on me, like he was speaking to a child

that didn't know what "respect" meant. Whatever, Tim.

Paul

came down the stairs and strolled into the living room, glancing to

where Tim was studying. "Hey Mel, looking' good. Let's go up," he said

distractedly, taking my arm and guiding me to the stairs hurriedly. At

the feel of Paul's hand on my upper arm, my stomach clenched. No one

knew I was here. I came to find out news about a guy that had ignored me

for a week after he helped me misplace my virginity. Why would anyone

do that?

started climbing, Paul virtually pulling me up each stair by the arm.

He was tense about something, hurried, not his usual smooth self. At the

top of the first flight, I saw Tim had begun to climb upstairs after

us, watching us ascend. I slowed, beginning to shake inside, breathing

deeply to calm myself. Paul kept looking at me, and then down to where

Tim was gaining ground on us. I could feel each heartbeat in my throat,

now. I wanted to go home.

When

we arrived at the top floor, Tim was right behind us and Paul pulled me

aside, pressing me against the wall with his body to let him pass us.

"No matter what happens, stay quiet when you get in the room. I get that

you're freaking out and all, but General Etiquette over there is

already suspicious. Be a good girl and stay quiet or we're screwed," he

whispered against my neck. I squirmed away from him, rubbing my neck

where his breath had brushed against it.

With

a last glowering look at us, Tim went into the room across the hall

from Paul's. Once Tim's door closed, Paul opened his door, pushed me

into the dark room and closed the door behind him. Immediately arms

wrapped around me from the darkness behind me, a hand covering my mouth.

"Are you okay? I've been worried sick. You were bright red; you skin

was covered with; tell me you're okay; please," Kurt's voice whispered

in my ear, his hands moving under my shirt, running over my skin. Near

the desk, Paul had started playing a movie loudly on his laptop.

"Where

the hell have you been?" I hissed quietly, breaking down in tears, "I

know you didn't have my number, but why didn't you; what's going on? Why

are we; " Furious, I wriggled out of his arms and turned to look at

him. In the glow of Paul's laptop, Kurt looked haggard with several

days' beard growing on his face.

Kurt

pulled me back to him, returning to checking every inch of me with his

hands, muttering to himself when he came across places where my hives

had been particularly bad, but were now clear again. "I'm so sorry. It

was my fault. You were allergic to; and I did it. I did it. I stayed

inside you when we; you could've died because I; "

"It's

okay;" I said, squirming and trying to keep my shirt covering me as he

felt my chest, torso and back for hives, "I'm fine now, but how could

you;"

Not

listening, Kurt pushed me back on the bed, and suddenly reached down

under my yoga pants and panties. I let out a short scream of surprise.

Jumping up from the desk, Paul clamped his hand over my mouth, "Shit!"

he hissed, "What did I say? We're supposed to be fooling around in here.

Hehe, now, before the gorilla comes!" he said, uncovering my mouth.

obeyed and uneasily gave a loud fake giggle, feeling Kurt carefully

checking my labia and then sliding his fingers in to feel deep inside

me, while Paul stood nearby ready to cover my mouth again. I began

silently crying, humiliated for Kurt to touch me like this while Paul

watched. "No, no, no shush;" Paul said in my ear, his hand still at the

ready, "it's okay, Melanie, it's okay; believe me, I've seen worse.

Nobody's gonna hurt you. I just; didn't know what to do. Kurt was going

to pieces not knowing what was going on with you and I couldn't get him

out of here and back in without; " he cut short, clamping his hand over

my mouth again, listening and looking in the direction of the door. A

creak sounded outside the door in the hall.

"Look,

uh; the giggle didn't do it. Moan a little, okay?" Paul asked.

Frightened and confused, I shook my head, silent tears running down my

face. "Dude, she's gonna have to sound a lot happier real quick or we're

all gonna be crying soon," Paul muttered to Kurt. "Melanie, listen, I

know this is awkward as hell, and I'm gonna tell you everything that's

going on, but you've got to work with us here;"

Feeling

Kurt pull down my yoga pants and panties, I squeezed my eyes shut and

listened to Paul, "So, Kurt turned up here after he left you at the

hospital, talking about latex allergies and blaming himself and

basically he needed to take the edge off things," he whispered, jumping

as I felt Kurt push my shirt and bra up. Kurt's hot mouth covered my tit

and my back arched, and I moaned loudly. "That's it; good girl;" Paul

encouraged. "Well, it was a party and he found a few things; then he got

into it with Tim who banned him from the house." I opened my eyes to

see Kurt sucking on one of my nipples, tweaking the other with his

fingers. Holding my eyes, he slid lower, kissing my torso as he went

until I felt him spreading my lower lips apart.

"But

why didn't he; ah!" I screamed, feeling Kurt's mouth on my clit at the

same time as he slowly wiggled a finger up into my bottom. Pain, fear,

pleasure and humiliation all stabbed me at different times, and to my

horror it didn't stop immediately with my scream.

Paul

clamped a hand over my mouth again, looking quickly at the door, "Dude,

use the lube over there," he hissed at Kurt who grabbed a small bottle

off the nightstand and dribbled some on and around my anus as he stroked

his finger out and pushed in again, stretching me with two fingers. It

didn't hurt as much, but I was alarmed; this felt nothing like the

pleasure it had seemed to be when I saw Paul with that girl in his room.

Still, I kept silent, trying to catch Kurt's eye to plead with him to

stop doing this to me.

Paul

just rambled on like some damn car salesman. "Look at you; you're a

natural at this, Mel. Relax and push against it like you're pooping and

it'll start to feel great. Anyway, the problem with Kurt being banned

from the house was that he had been sleeping here on an air mattress in

my closet. I got him back into the house through a window, but we didn't

dare let him leave again because there's just too many guys around."

Somewhere in the darkness, I was able to block out Paul's voice, the

humiliation, and the bewildering heartbreak of the last week because,

for the first time in my life, I had stopped caring. I stopped caring

what it looked like that two guys were in the room with me. I stopped

caring what my parents would think of all the mistakes I'd made. I

stopped caring if I looked fat. I stopped caring what things even

smelled like down there to Kurt. I stopped caring; completely. My hands

clutched Kurt's hair and moved his face to where I really wanted him,

pulling him closer until the pressure was as hard as I wanted it.

Sensing the change in me, Kurt groaned loudly and added a third finger

to my completely relaxed anus and watched my face raptly to see my

reaction.

"Plus, Tim has me on probation, so he's already been watching me like a; holy shit;"

Without

warning, I was screaming into the hand Paul had clamped around my

mouth, struggling like a wild thing as a squirt shot out of me onto

Kurt's face as I came, bucking my hips with his slippery fingers thrust

deep in my ass. "That's my good girl;" Kurt whispered, as I rode the

crest and floated away. I was shaking and panting, just coming to my

senses, when Kurt slipped his fingers out of me, making me moan again at

the vividly shattering sensation. Spent, I weakly turned on my side,

barely able to move, feeling a wash of bliss all through me.

Paul

returned to the desk, pulling up the contacts on his phone, "Boy; you

weren't kidding. She is something'. You know, if you ever wanted to

break her in to cock in ass, this is the time. She's ready. State she's

in, she'd probably beg you for it," he said to Kurt who was panting over

me as he wiped his fingers on his jeans. "Anyway Mel, before you go,

let me get your number, and we can let you know when to come over and; "

"No," I said, the word surprising me when it came out of my mouth.

Paul

looked up at me, confused, "Well, I can't just keep eating at food

services, I'm already paying for a meal plan here at the house and Kurt

hasn't had a phone since his parents kicked him off their plan and he

sure can't;"

"Shut

the fuck up, Paul," I said, rounding on Kurt and shaking with fury.

"'I'll take care of you, Melanie. I promise.' That's what you said." I

slid off the bed, yanking my pants up and backing away from Kurt who was

coming toward me with his hands out like I was a frightened animal. He

was mistaken. "You're not a registered student. You have no job. You

have no phone. You have no place to live. You let me think I was nothing

to you for a whole week after you take my virginity and then you need

to make me come in front of your cousin so you can keep living in a

fucking closet? How the hell do you expect to take care of me or is that

just something you like to say before you fuck a girl? I can make

myself come, asshole! You want to take care of me, fuck me, or even

contact me? Get your shit together! Until then, No!" I screamed, and

yanked the door open to see Tim standing there in the doorway like a

human wall. Newborn creature of fury that I was, I body checked him into

the hallway with a shoulder to his solar plexus before he could brace

himself, and then I stomped out of the building.

To be continued in part 4 Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

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