Chapter 12

Elizabeth was so excited that he was almost burning with desire.

I hurried back to Aunt Linda’s house. When I reached the gate of the community, I suddenly remembered that Patricia had sternly warned me a few days ago that during the time I lived in her house, I was not allowed to touch her, and I couldn’t even think about going to bed with her.

Although Patricia doesn’t have a bad temper, she is very stubborn. Once she makes a decision, no one can change it. I’m afraid it will be a bit troublesome if I want her to help me relieve my anger tonight.

After standing at the entrance of the community and pondering for a while, I saw the convenience store next to it, and suddenly an idea flashed in my mind.

Since soft tactics didn’t work and force was possible, why not make her intoxicated? We used to drink beer secretly without telling our family members. Fortunately, she didn’t drink too much. She felt dizzy after two cans of beer. In addition, my mother was out for social events and Aunt Linda was on night shift. This was a godsend opportunity.

Thinking of this, I turned around and went into the convenience store, intending to buy a few cans of beer and a few packs of snacks. When I checked out, the cashier was changing shifts, and the new one was a young girl with red eyes, as if she had just cried.

I put the beer on the counter. She glanced at me and said in a cold voice, “Minors are not allowed to drink.”

I was startled when I heard that, and quickly asked, “I’m eighteen, am I an adult?”

“You’re eighteen? How do you look eighteen?”

I got excited and scanned myself from head to toe, then asked in a helpless smile, “How do I not look like eighteen?”

“You don’t look like eighteen at all!” The female cashier seemed to be picking a fight with me on purpose.

“No, how come ... I didn’t provoke you, did I?” I was completely confused.

The middle-aged female cashier who had just got off work quickly turned back, reached out and tugged at the corner of the young girl’s clothes, then smiled and said to me: “There is a rule in the store that alcohol cannot be sold to minors. Do you have an ID card?”

I spread my hands and said, “Yes, I did, but I didn’t bring it with me.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. The young man looks very energetic and you can tell he’s over 18 years old.” As he said this, he scanned the code to pay.

I felt a little puzzled. After paying the bill, I turned around and looked at the young cashier. She lowered her head and looked sad. The middle-aged woman next to her scolded her, “You may be heartbroken, but don’t bring your emotions to work.”

I suddenly realized that she was heartbroken, so pitiful, so I didn’t bother with her.

He arrived at the door of his house with beer, took a deep breath, pretended to be depressed, and knocked on the door.

When I opened the door and walked into the house, Patricia saw that I looked depressed and said with a smile, “What’s wrong? You look like an eggplant hit by frost.”

“Oh my! She’s almost killing me.” I threw the beer and snacks on the coffee table, sighed, and slumped on the sofa. Patricia sat next to me and asked curiously, “What happened? What did she tell you?”

I opened a can of beer and put it in her hand. Patricia blinked and asked in confusion, “What do you mean?”

I said weakly, “Drink with me.”

“Why are you drinking for no reason?”

I opened a can of beer for myself and frowned, saying, “I’m so choked up!”

“I still have to do my homework later. What do you want to drink?”

“Just drink with me for a few sips. I feel really bad. Can you chat with me?” I pretended to be aggrieved, but in fact I was burning with desire. The cock in my crotch was already soft but hard, and half erect.

“What’s going on? Tell me.” Patricia was a little anxious.

I clinked the can in my hand with hers: “Drink while you talk.”

Patricia saw me tilt my head back and take a sip, then hesitated for a moment, put it to my mouth and took a sip.

Okay, it will be easy once we get started.

I told her about Elizabeth and kept persuading her to drink. Of course, I couldn’t tell her about the things Elizabeth did to me. I picked and chose, exaggerating, and talked for half an hour until she basically understood. She drank two and a half cans of beer. Patricia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were misty, and her eyes were blurred. She was already a little drunk.

Seeing that the time was almost right, I moved closer to her and casually put my arm on her shoulders.

Just as he was about to bend down to kiss her neck, Patricia suddenly sat up straight and frowned, “You’ve been talking for so long, but I still don’t understand why she’s pestering you?”

“How should I know? If I knew what she wants to do, why would I worry?” As I said that, I reached out and touched her chest.

“That’s not right.” Patricia instinctively slapped my dirty hands aside and turned to ask, “Your father secretly had a daughter with someone else. I can understand your mother’s anxiety, but why are you so worried?”

“My father brought back an illegitimate daughter from outside. With my mother’s temper, how could she forgive him? In the end, they might even break up and get divorced. As the eldest son in the family, how can I not worry?” While sighing, he picked up a half can of beer and put it to her mouth.

Patricia took a sip instinctively and shook her head, “I don’t think so. Although your mother is impatient, she has deep feelings for your father. Look, your father has come to visit you so many times in the past few days, but your mother just won’t let him in, and won’t listen to his explanation. In fact, she is still angry with him. If your mother is really sad about this, then just make it clear, break up, and go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce.”

“Hey, it seems like you know my mom better than I do.”

Patricia blushed, snorted, swayed her body, and said smugly, “I am a woman after all. I understand women’s thoughts better than you do.”

“You’re still a woman?” I sneered, “How can you be a woman? You’re just a yellow-haired girl.”

Patricia turned around, glared at me and asked, “How am I not like a woman?”

In my mind, I compared her to my mother, and then to Aunt Linda. Her breasts, legs, and butt ... I couldn’t help but sigh, squinting my eyes, and muttered, “You don’t look like a woman at all.”

Patricia put her hands on her hips, almost put her face close to him, and asked aggressively: “Tell me, how am I not like a woman? How am I not like a woman?”

“Then I have to take a good look first.” I took the opportunity to lower my head, opened her collar, and looked inside. Under the loose home clothes, the light yellow vest wrapped around the slightly raised breasts of the girl, full of vitality and temptation.

Patricia reached out and knocked on my head. Just as she was about to curse, I took advantage of the situation and hugged her in my arms. I leaned over to her ear and smiled flatteringly,” Patricia, we haven’t done that for a long time. Look, since no one is home, why don’t we ... do that for a while.”

“You’re so annoying! Let go!” Patricia pressed my forehead and pushed me back, struggling hard. But because she was drunk, her body was a little soft, and she couldn’t get away after a long time of effort. Instead, I held her tighter and tighter.

“Okay Patricia, let me fuck you. I’m feeling so uncomfortable.” My face was almost close to her ear, and I kept talking while gasping for breath.

Patricia pushed me back and turned around to leave, but I refused to let go, so she ended up lying on the sofa. I hugged her from behind, put my hands under her armpits, grabbed her breasts and rubbed them hard, and the erect cock between my legs was pressed against her firm, perky little butt through her clothes.

“Get up! You’re pressing on me so hard!” Patricia’s neck had turned red, and her body squirmed and struggled under me, becoming increasingly weaker, and her voice gradually changed from a delicate scolding to a gasp.

I reached out to take off my pants, wanting to get my dick out. I don’t know if Patricia was aroused or resigned to her fate. She turned her head and panted and said to me, “Get up first. If your mom comes back suddenly, you ... you’re done.”

I lay behind her ears, smelling the fragrance of the girl, feeling a little bit of desire, and I couldn’t bear it any longer. But she was right, my mother had the key to this place, and if she came back suddenly and saw me playing hooligan here, she would beat me to death.

“Then you have to let me fuck you later.” I leaned over to her ear and whispered.

“Let me go first and get up.” Patricia didn’t answer directly. She pushed her body upwards, trying to flip me over, but failed.

“Promise me, and I’ll let you go if you do.”

“I ... I promise.” Patricia said reluctantly.

“Say you promise to let me fuck you.” I was still worried and whispered in her ear.

“You ... you are so annoying.” Half of Patricia’s face was already red, but she refused to say anything.

“Tell me, promise to let me fuck you. If you don’t, I’ll fuck you right here.” I felt more and more excited, and couldn’t help but reach out to take off her pants.

Patricia quickly stopped me, and then said shyly: “I promise ... um ... promise ... I promise to let you fuck me.” The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and finally it was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz, almost inaudible. At the same time, her little face was buried in the sofa, her snow-white neck turned pink because of shyness, and her whole body was trembling slightly under me.

I resisted the urge to kill her right there and then and climbed off her. Patricia sat up and straightened her messy clothes. I still said with some concern, “You’ve already promised, you can’t go back on your word.”

Patricia rolled her eyes at me and said, “You are such a scoundrel.”

I rubbed my hands and said in a nasty way: “If I wasn’t a hooligan, would you like me so much?”

Patricia spat, “You’re just being conceited. You’re just being poor. Sooner or later you’re going to make a mistake and get caught by the police.”

I was startled when I heard this, and suddenly thought of Elizabeth. Besides feeling guilty, I couldn’t help feeling a little bit guilty.

“What’s wrong with you?” Patricia asked in confusion when she saw me in a daze.

I quickly explained: “I was just wondering which room we should go to later.”

“Nonsense. Where else can I go except the room where I sleep?”

Patricia stood up and walked towards the study. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. I reached out and grabbed her, watching her giggle. Patricia was confused and frowned and asked, “What are you doing? You are laughing so obscenely.”

“I think ... I think...” I hesitated for a long time but couldn’t say it. After all, what happened last time was so embarrassing.

Patricia seemed to have guessed what I was thinking. Her face flushed with shame and she spat, “Go to hell! I won’t wear your mother’s clothes anymore, even if you kill me.”

“No ... just ... once more, just once.” I clasped my hands together and pleaded flatteringly.

“I won’t! I won’t! You can come or not!” Patricia said, and turned to go into the study. Seeing her determination, I could only follow her in with disappointment.

I carefully locked the door, turned around, hugged her, and fell on the small bed. My chest pressed against her slightly raised chest, and my mouth pressed against her cherry-red thin lips, kissing her greedily.

Patricia was still pushing me hard at first, but gradually, her breathing became heavier, her hands became weaker, and finally she simply gave up resisting and let me do whatever I wanted to her.

After holding back for a long time, he could no longer bear it, so he reached his right hand into her pants and touched her crotch. His palm rubbed over the soft pubic hair, and covered the already slippery and wet girl’s mons pubis with his palm. His thumb gently pressed the bud-like clitoris, and his middle finger opened the soft labia, and drilled into the muddy and tender honey hole, sometimes fingering and sometimes trembling.

The rapid and soft breathing gradually turned into suppressed and high-pitched moans. Patricia pressed her hands on my chest, still resisting in vain.

After teasing for a while, just when I was about to take off my pants and get into the real show, Patricia suddenly stood up and asked, “Did you ... did you bring that?”

“Which one?” I was a little confused.

“That~!” Patricia frowned and said, “It’s ... a condom.”

“Ah~!” I suddenly realized, and then simply said, “No.”

“What are you going to do without a condom?” Patricia looked a little angry.

I said impatiently, “If there is no condom, then there is no condom. It won’t matter if it’s just once. At worst, I can pull it out later.”

“You never keep your word. We agreed not to do it without a condom.” Patricia put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“Then ... what should I do?” I frowned and scratched my head anxiously.

“How should I know? You insisted, so you figure it out yourself.”

“Well, well, well ... I’ll go buy it then. That should be fine.”

“Hurry up, I’m sleepy. And if your mother comes back later, don’t even think about touching me.”

“Okay, okay, please be patient, I’ll go right away, right away.”

While I was comforting her, I put on my coat and ran out, and quickly came to the convenience store at the entrance of the community, and picked up a box of condoms. The cashier who checked out was the same young woman who had just broken up with her boyfriend. Although she looked better than before, at least she didn’t look like she had been crying, her expression was still cold.

She looked at the condom, then looked at me, and asked out of the blue, “Why did you buy this?”

I laughed out loud and said, “Why should I report to you if I bought it?”

The cashier’s eyes widened and he gritted his teeth and said, “You are so young, why are you buying this? Are you going to harm girls?”

I thought to myself, this woman must have gone crazy.

The situation was urgent, and he didn’t have time to argue with her. He smiled and said, “I ... my girlfriend and I are in love with each other.”

“Bah!” the cashier gasped, “What do you mean by love? It’s all a lie! You men are all scumbags, all scumbags!”

“I...” I saw that she was being unreasonable, so I just smiled and said, “Okay, okay, you’re right, you’re right, those stinky men out there are all scumbags. I didn’t buy it to use, I bought it to ... to blow up balloons. Sister, can you pay for me quickly? Thank you, I apologize to you on behalf of those scumbags out there.”

“Not for sale!” The cashier took the condom away and glared at me angrily.

I begged her for a long time, but she refused to sell it. I couldn’t persuade her, and I couldn’t take it away. I had no choice but to look for it in other stores. But sometimes, the more anxious you are, the less likely you are to get it. I walked two blocks and looked in three convenience stores, but none of them sold it.

Just when I was getting extremely anxious, Patricia sent me a text message. I thought she was impatient and urged me to go back quickly, but I realized that it was my mother who came back. The game was over tonight, so she went to bed first.

I slapped my forehead and thought to myself, God is playing a joke on me.

I was about to go back when I accidentally saw an unmanned adult products store on the corner across the street. I thought about it and decided to buy it first, regardless of whether I could use it tonight.

I hurried back home, and halfway through, Patricia sent me another text message, saying that my mother had drunk a lot and fell asleep on the sofa when she got home. Then she helped me back to the room and warned me that she was going to sleep, and if I dared to enter the study, I would bear the consequences. She didn’t forget to add a sinister smiley face at the end.