Ellie
Copyright© 2022 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 4: Rising high school seniors
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Rising high school seniors - To whom it may concern: My therapist says if I tell this story it will help me understand and accept the events that caused so many people so much pain. I write this for Ellie and for myself. I love her but I cannot know the future, no one can, and I do not know if she will understand and accept what I say here. I pray she will. All I can do now is tell the truth. /signed/ Christopher James O’Brien, August 22, 202x [EDITOR'S NOTE: Check the codes. This is a love story, but there is a rape.]
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Rape
IN THE MIDDLE of the summer before we started our senior year Ellie turned on her side to face me as we lay under our favorite tree in my backyard.
“Dale tried to kiss me, Christopher.”
“What?”
“He tried to kiss me at Jane’s party last Friday. You weren’t there.”
“Did you let him?” For some reason I found it hard to breathe. “Kiss you, I mean?”
Ellie punched his arm.
“Not hardly, Christopher. Besides, he’s not as cute as you are.”
“So what did you do?”
“I pushed him away and told him, ‘No!’ like they taught us.”
Ellie’s laugh sounded forced.
“Like I’d let him kiss me.” She made a face. “He’s a jerk, everyone knows that.”
“Where were Jane’s parents, anyway, Ellie?”
“Out in their garden, I think, or maybe in the kitchen. There weren’t that many kids there. His mom and dad stayed pretty much out of sight.”
I leaned close. She closed her eyes but held her lips up and turned her head to me and I knew she wanted me to kiss her, so I did.
“Mm, I like that, Christopher.”
I kissed her again and got something that sounded like a purr or a growl. She moved closer and put her arms around my neck.
“Kiss my neck, Christopher.”
Her skin was hot and soft, softer than anything I’d touched, it seemed like. She smelled of soap.
“I love you, Ellie.”
She squeezed me in return. She didn’t need to speak.
“Did Dale try to kiss anyone else?” I spoke into her hair.
“Yeah, I think Sally let him kiss her.” Ellie drew back a little and stroked my cheek. “She lets a lot of kids kiss her.” She leaned closed for another kiss. “Even other girls.”
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