Hard Promise
Copyright© 2001 by Rev. Cotton Mather
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - This revolves around the old and wise saying, "A good deed seldom goes unpunished". Ray and Melissa are high-school sweethearts, until one fateful night at a campout...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Romantic First Oral Sex Anal Sex
On Sunday morning, my parents and I got home from church to find a car sitting in front of our house. When we walked from the garage toward the house, a car door opened and Melissa stepped out. She looked over the hood of the car, as if waiting for a signal of some sort. I stopped when I saw her. My heart was beating fast, and there was an empty feeling in my stomach. Finally, I looked away from her, and continued into the house without acknowledging her.
I figured that if she wanted to talk about something, she could come up and knock on the door, but I wasn't going to make it easy on her by inviting her in.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. My mom opened the door and let Melissa in, and called up the stairs to me to come down. Mom left Melissa standing by the front door instead of inviting her in, an indication of her displeasure in seeing her there.
When I came downstairs, Melissa was standing there, still wearing her long wool coat. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and her face was very pale. She looked nervous.
"Hello, Ray," she said hesitantly.
"Hi. Why are you here?"
Tears started to form in her eyes at my harsh words. "I... I need to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Why? Because Lindsey called me yesterday and told me what happened."
"Okay, so Lindsey called you. Why do you want to talk to me?"
The tears spilled over and down her cheeks, but I don't think she noticed them. "I... I... you..." And, like a summer squall overpowering a hot and humid day, her face collapsed into a series of sobs she could not stop. She stood there, hands to her cheeks, looking forlornly at me, and cried.
As hard as I tried to be, I could not be that cold-hearted. I took her hand and led her into the living room, and sat down beside her on the couch facing the cold fireplace. I waited until the squall passed, holding her hand passively, until she took it away to rummage in her coat pocket for a tissue. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes.
"What happened, Ray?" she asked. "I want to hear it from you. I don't want to hear it from Lindsey, or from Brad, or from Marcus, or from anybody else. Just from you. What happened?"
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