First Love
Copyright© 1999 by Gidget
Chapter 46
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 46 - The story of coming of age of three teenagers
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft First
Matt's life was just getting worse by the day, he thought. He wished he had never tried to kiss Jen again. Why couldn't he just realize that it wasn't going to happen? It was such a painful thought though, giving up on her.
Plus he felt horrible about what he had done to Lauren. One time during the class they had together she ran out of the room, crying. Her friends all looked at him. What could he do?
It's not my fault, he had thought. She wanted it too. But he knew he had taken advantage of her. And it wasn't him, he didn't want it like that. Maybe that's why he couldn't face her. It just wasn't his style, as much as he hated that expression.
His life was just so empty. Jen hated him. Lauren hated him. His friends were assholes. He wasn't friends at all with Mike anymore. Mike hung out with a different crowd now. His other friends were dorks.
He thought about one day when he had seen Jen during lunch. He hadn't seen her in awhile. She was studying by herself in the library. She had taken all of her braids out and was dressed nicer.
She looked up suddenly and caught his eye as he was staring at her from across the library. She didn't look away, but he did. Then he walked away.
He wondered what it meant, if anything. He looked at the phone, thinking about calling her, but quickly ruled that out. No way. And he didn't have the energy to crank call her, plus, what if she had gotten her phone tapped to find out who had done it? That would be so humiliating.
He thought about his friends. They were so impressed with the fact that he had "nailed Lauren." They laughed at her. What jerks. No wonder they never had any damn sex, he thought.
He wished he had friends like Jen had. Jen had great friends he knew, or she had before she went wacko. Well, it wasn't fair for him to say she had gone wacko. After all, he was totally out of the loop anyway. He wasn't a part of her life one bit.
He wondered about when he went away to college. The way it stood now he didn't have any friends that he would actually want to keep in touch with. He didn't have a girlfriend either. Probably all the girls hated him, too. After all, Lauren was really popular, and all her friends thought he was scum. He wished he could move away, and start over, but that wasn't likely.
Plus he was bracing himself for when Jen moved away. It didn't matter how much of a bitch he said she was, he still loved her. He always would, he knew. He still thought about her constantly, and still pictured them together. He knew it was ridiculous, but he still couldn't help it. At least now he had the option of seeing her around, but when she moved away he wouldn't ever talk to her again. He wondered what it would be like next year, all the time wondering where she was and what she was doing. She wouldn't ever be thinking about Matt, except to remind herself of what a mistake he had been, he thought, if that. I'm just a mistake, he thought, his face crumpling as he began to cry. She'll always be my first and I'll just be a fucking mistake, he thought.
A knock came on his door. Fuck, he thought, wiping his eyes on his pillowcase.
"What?" he asked.
His mom came in. "Matt, th- what's the matter?" she asked, seeing his eyes red.
"Nothing!" he told her.
She paused. "Well, someone's here to see you."
"Who is it?" he asked. Maybe it's Jen!
"It's Lauren."
"Oh." Lauren? he thought disappointedly.
"Yeah, come down and see her."
"No. Tell her to come up here," he told her, nervous about his parents eavesdropping.
His mom started to protest, but he interrupted, "We're not gonna do anything, God Mom!"
She sighed, leaving while he hurriedly wiped his eyes again, praying she couldn't tell he had been crying. He lay on his bed, trying to look casual.
He heard her coming up the stairs, his heart racing. He stared down at his book until he heard her knock on his open door.
He looked up, then sat up. "Hi," he said.
She walked in, looking nervous. She looked around, then closed his door.
"I just wanted to tell you," she began, "that I think what you did to me really fucking sucks!"
He sat there, stunned.
"I'm sorry," he told her, honestly.
"No you're not!" she told him, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're so damn selfish it isn't even funny. I thought you were cool, but now I see that you're just a jerk. You wouldn't even return my calls, so I had to come over here myself to tell you that. That's all I wanted to say," she broke off, her voice wavering.
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