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i decided to join a random aol chatroom after days of my older brother telling me they're super fun and i should get on one. honestly they seemed pretty boring but as long as he'd leave me alone.

i opened up the first one i saw titled 'new jersey/ new york emo' and said 'hey'. instantly i was flooded with annoying messages from old, gross, horny guys in my area. most people responded to my message with some form of 'you're a girl who lives nearby, have sex with me please'. but one there was one that stood out, he wasn't gross or aggressive and he had a name that seemed almost familiar. i had to reply.

xboyherox: hey, whats ur user abt lol

finaly/n: final destination, my fav horror movie

xboyherox: oh cool i like those movies too 

finalyn: haha cool 

xboyherox: ur cool

finaly/n: a/s/l

xboyherox: 21, male, belleville nj. you?

finaly/n: 19, female, belleville too lol 

xboyherox: no way that's cool!

finaly/n: ur cool

after our initial meeting our chatting progressed, he and i talked for a bit about horror movies before he eventually got off. he was nice, just my match and pretty funny. although he seemed so oddly familiar i just couldn't put my finger on it, something about the way he acted, and typed seemed like i knew him from somewhere. 

over the course of the next few days, he and i got to know each other a bit better. we shared  seemingly everything. our life stories, our current struggles and our hobbies. but for some reason he wouldn't let me see his face or learn his name, which was probably for the better since we had just met not that long ago. i even tried sharing my picture to make him feel more comfortable, but he still refused.

finaly/n: *full body picture* thats me lol

xboyherox: ur real hot

finaly/n: thxx:)

finaly/n: now can i see u?

xboyherox: i dunno, not yet

finaly/n: ughh ok

maybe he was just shy, or maybe he just didn't want his information online. which i can honestly understand.

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close to a week after that situation he agreed to send me his phone number so we could call, and boy did we call. it was an almost nightly routine that we'd call one another to have a short conversation. but still, i couldn't shake the idea that i knew him! his voice was so familiar and distinct but i was probably just crazy. right?

but those phone calls got a little carried away most nights. we'd start off innocently, talking about the weather and our jobs. i even opened up to him about some struggles i've faced in past with my brother and his annoying friends.

but that raspy, slow, familiar voice always found a way to get me soaking wet. about eighty percent of the time i'd end up slowly humping my pillow or teddy bears, trying to quietly get off at the sound of him talking to me.

on a special night during one of our routine calls, he noticed my lack of words and sudden influx of quiet gasps and soft whimpers over the crackly signal of the phone. 

"and then i- y/n? you there?" he said in a softer tone. "mhm, i'm here." i said, straining my voice as i pushed my hips down deeper into the pillow, imagining what he'd look like underneath me while he came in me.  "you okay?" he questioned with a quiet giggle. 

"mm y-yea." i said, forcing back the moans that ran up my throat. he chuckled before he spoke again. "are you touching yourself?" he asked cockily. "no." i replied, my grip on my phone wavering as i got closer to my pending orgasm. "i'm riding my pillow." i said, giggling between gasps and moans. 

"that's fuckin' hot." he replied bluntly. i smiled at the thought of him fisting his cock to me making myself feel good. "sorry, you just sound so good!" i said as my pussy dripped all over my freshly washed pillow case. 

"you wanna get me hard?" he said with a quiet chuckle. "fuck yea." i said with a breathy moan at the end. "it's workin'." he said as he pulled his superman pajama pants down his legs and yanking his cock from the tight threshold if his boxers. 

as he began stroking, the wet sounds of his pre-cum and spit went straight to my head causing me to throb and drip more into my panties. hearing him caused me to hump faster and faster, chasing my orgasm that begged to be let out of me.

for a while, all that could be heard from either line was our moans and the sounds of wetness either of us produced. neither of us really said anything, expect for quiet praises and encouragements to cum for one another.

after about a month of us talking, he continuously dropped hints about us meeting up here and there. after i picked up on said hints i asked him out, on a date at my house when my brother and parents were away. obviously the mystery man agreed, and he planned to come over on a dark, cool friday night when i was home alone. 

was this the safest idea? no. was it a fun idea? abso-fucking-lutely! i awaited this night for what seemed like weeks, even thought it'd only been about two days since we even created the plans. 

on the night of it was cold, rainy and baren. our town was normally quiet but this night was different, it was quieter than normal and all that could be heard was the rain and thunder from outside the window. i got ready for hours, doing every little thing i could think of to make myself look more gorgeous than i already was

i got a wax, i did my makeup and i even wore some cute lingerie in case he was hot. but to be honest looks don't matter that much to me, just as long as we got along in real life like we did online. even if he was butt ugly, i would still fuck him if he acted the same in person.

just as i finished glossing my lips, my phone vibrated against my hip as it sat in the band of my yoga pants. i pulled it off and flipped it open before bringing it to my ear. "hello." i stated quietly as i picked up. "i'm um... i'm here." said the man. his tone was whispered and nervous. "okay i'll come out in a second!" i said with a smile before slapping my phone closed to hang up and tossing it to the floor. 

i squealed in excitement before making my way to the front door. my hand jittered nervously as i reached out for the door. i pulled the heavy front door open and opened it, outside stood a man in a soaked black rain coat with his hood on, covering his face. 

"hey!" i said, nervously, my words catching in my throat. the man stepped in and closed the door behind him. "h-hi" he said as he gulped. i stepped closer to him, getting closer to his face to see what was under his hood, but it was of no use. the shadow cast from it made it impossible to see him.

"you can take that off if you want." i whispered against his face. slowly, he brought a hand up to his hood and pulled it off, his head still turned downward, he looked up slowly with a awkward smile. my breath caught in my throat and i stepped back in disbelief.

"g-gerard?" i said, eyes wandering over his face as he looked up at me. "y-you're gerard?" i said, stepping back further in fear. he nodded, stepping in to me and grabbing my hand. "i'm sorry y/n." he said quietly as he tried comforting me. i slapped his hand away with a weak whimper. 

my brother's stupid, gross, weird, best friend was the guy that i'd been obsessing over for weeks?! this was unbelievable! i took a deep breath, trying my hardest not to hyperventilate. but i could hardly control myself. my hands shook, my teeth grinded and my eyes watered. how could i let this happen, for weeks i've had the annoying idea that i knew who his was but, i didn't expect him to be this familiar.

"gerard... i-i can't believe it." i stuttered as i continuously stepped back until i hit a wall, literally. his hand came up my waist and squeezed slightly at my sides. "i'm so in love with you y/n." he whispered to me, choking on his words. "i can't fucking believe you gerard. this is the worst thing you've ever done to me!" i whispered against his face as my eyes flooded with tears.

after years of harassing and bullying me, he has the balls to confess his love to me? he's called me names, and made fun of everything i do and wear, and all the times he laughed at me. this is how he decides to tell me he likes me? just last week he was laughing at me, and to think, the second he got home he comforted me for it!

i choked on my words forgetting what i was planning on saying as he looked me up and down. "i'm so sorry for the past, but that's the past." he said, trailing his hand up to cup just beneath my breasts. "but it's in the past, baby. let it go." he whispered, his voice gravely.

i sighed, feeling confused. on one hand, he was handsome and he's been so nice for the past few weeks. but my whole life he's tortured me, his antics have costed me relationships, jobs and even the way i use drugs and alcohol.

"gerard, i-i expelled because you, a-and you got me addicted to drinking. you made fun of my body and made me wanna starve myself. you told my boyfriend, the only man i ever truly loved, i cheated on him, just because you were mad at me." i choked out, trying my hardest not to break down from fear and confusion. 

his eyes began watering and he looked up, trying to stop the flow of tears. "look, i wanna make it up to you. i wanna say i'm sorry. i wanna love you right, now. i'm ready to love you the way you deserve." he said, voice cracking and quiet.

i shook my head no and tried to escape his tight grasp on my chest. "gerard, let go of me." i spat as i wriggled around against the wall. "please y/n, please." he begged as he brought his hands to cup my wet cheeks. the feeling of his warm hands making me shiver.

"gerard. i fuckin' hate you." i yelled out, feeling more assertive than normal. he shook his head no, "y/n i love you, i love you so much. i need you. i wanna be good for you. please let me show you how much i love you." he said, pressing his rain soaked forehead against mine. 

i cringed from he feeling as he breathed against my face. "gerard, no. no you can't. years of torment don't just disappear because you said sorry." i said, sobbing and slobbering all over my lips. "please y/n. did this last month mean nothing? i know everything about you. i know you and i know how to treat you well. if you'd just let me!" he begged.

i relaxed in his touch, he wasn't taking no for an answer and it was clear. "gerard. let me go." i said, tears dripping the mascara down my face. "i'm sorry..." he said, taking his hands from my cheeks and resting his forearms against the wall on either side of my head.  his wet forehead pressed against mine. 

my wet, slippery lips quivered as he brought his to mine. pressing a deep, emotion ridden kiss against them. i groaned, trying to protest but i couldn't. i tried to push him off but my arms wouldn't move, my body wouldn't let me go. my brain was sending signals to run, protest, anything. but my body ignored them all.

i deepened the kiss and stepped closer, feeling a certain thrill i've never experienced. as he pressed harder i began wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders while i felt his tongue slapping against mine. his arms came down from the wall and landed on the small of my back, pressing my front into his cock that ached for friction. 

i moaned in his mouth as his hands slipped into he waistband of my leggings, rubbing his fingers softly against the lacy fabric of my lingerie. my back arched into him, and i sucked deeper on his tongue, tasting the gum he was always chewing along with the cigarette he obviously had on the way here. he smelt of books and an old man's cologne as i pulled him deeper.

then i came back down earth, i pushed him off of me and slapped his arms away from my lower back. "gerard, what the fuck!" i screamed, trying to understand what was happening. "y/n. don't do this." he said, stepping back to be and grabbing my hands, pinning them down to my sides. "you know you want this." he whispered.

"no gerard, i don't fucking want this." i spat out as i tried to wriggle my hands from his heavy, bruising grasp. "yes you fuckin' do." he said, sternly as he leaned closer into my face. "you can't deny it, i make you horny." he said with a devilish smirk. i gulped and looked away from him in embarrassment, his hand came to my chin and brought my gaze back to his. "say it. say i make you horny." he spat.

i tried escaping him but his hands were anchored heavy on mine. "let me go, please." i whimpered. "just say it, y/n."  he said, voice cracking with anger. i pulled more, harder, trying to get away from him. "say it!" he yelled at me. i jumped and my eyes spilled more tears. "you... make me horny, gerard." i whispered, looking down at the ground between us, seeing his obvious boner poke through his jeans.

"that wasn't hard, was it?" he said teasingly as he began loosening his grip on my hands and placing them on my hips. his hands trailed into my pants, pulling them down just enough to expose my lingerie bottoms. "fuck..." he whispered as he saw the white lacy band of my panties. "get fuckin' naked." he spat. i nodded apprehensively, while still being surrounded by his heavy figure.

my hands shook as i began stripping down, i was terrified as he stared. "hurry the fuck up." he spat. i quickly pulled off my shirt, throwing it aside. i brought my up to the front of my breasts, slowly undoing the clasp and letting the fabric slowly roll down my arms. my breath caught in my throat as his lust filled eyes peered into mine. 

my nipples hardened at the cool air. "pants too." he said, staring at my nipples through the darkness of the living room that was only slightly broken from a small flickering lamp in the corner. i pulled my yoga pants down, bending at the knee as i let them pool around my ankles. i kicked them off and pulled down my panties next. the intricate, white frilly pattern contrasted the dark room and situation gorgeously.

as the air hit my cunt, i crossed my legs. "no, let me see." he demanded. i pulled my legs back to how they were, letting myself stand normally again. "you're so fuckin' hot. all this f'me, huh?" he said, tone heavy as his teeth loudly smacked against the gum in his mouth. the harshness of his words sending the wrong signals around my body, causing my pussy to clench around nothing.

he smirked, and pulled of his raincoat, letting it fall next to the pile of clothing i made. his pushed up against me, his cock rubbing against my leg as he pulled me in for a kiss. i pulled away, or at least i tried. his hands came up my bare sides, feeling the soft skin on his way up to my neck. 

my entire body tingled from all of my senses being stimulated. i was undeniably turned on from him. the way his voice was perfectly gravely as his words flowed out and how heavy his hands were against my soft skin.

his thick hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me forward, deepening the kiss. his hands were cold and shaky as he squeezed, just enough to evoke a quiet choke from my mouth. "turn." he demanded as he pulled his hand from my throat. i gasped and begrudgingly turned over, my cheek pressing against the cold wall.

the loud 'wrrr' of his jeans unzipping startled me. his pants hit the ground with a loud thud as he began pressing his cock against me. nothing separating him and the denim. "can i fuck you y/n?" he said, resting his chin on my shoulder as he rubbed his bare member along my ass and lower back. "gerard..." i whined quietly. "answer the question." he doubled down sternly.

i nodded apprehensively in response, knowing deep down i truly wanted it. he spat a heavy glob of saliva on to his pasty white palm, pumping slowly before running his swollen head down my cunt. his tip gathered a bit of my wetness and i gasped, my mouth not allowing me to protest. he shoved in hard, my hands shaking as his cock stretched my pussy.

a quiet moan escaped both our mouths as he bottomed out. he placed his hands on either side of my head as he buried his thick length into me. i squealed with every pump he made, my back arching involuntarily as he fucked. my eyes welled with fat, heavy tears, just threatening to spill down my face and my heart raced in fear. 

"mmm, fuck!" he whispered under his breath while he brought his hands down on to my hips, digging deeply into the soft skin near the bone. "g-gerard." i whimpered out of both fear and pleasure, my fingers trying their hardest to dig into the drywall. "shut up!" he barked, pulling a hand to the side of my head and pressing it against the wall. the sudden pressure from his hand and the wall made me feel dizzy and disoriented.

all i could do at that point was stare and try ignoring the pleasure he gave. i could look to the side of me and let the burning tears stain my face. i began to dissociate from the pain of his hand and how his cock seemingly split me down the middle. but every few seconds my body seemed to enjoy the pain. "take that shit." he whispered in my ear between his unruly moans. "please." i whispered against the wall, just quiet enough so he wouldn't hear my pleas for mercy and punish me.

slowly i felt my cunt betray me. my orgasm quickly built and squeezed his cock as he moaned into my ear. my body twitched and convulsed as i came. hard. my stomach churning and my eyes watering as i reached my peak. my orgasm came in the same way blood does when you cut yourself, not because you want it, but because that's just what your body does.

"shit..." he winced at the feeling of me gush out onto him. his grip on my head tightened and his member twitched in me, just against my g- pot. i moaned at the slight overstimulation but it quickly faltered as he slowed down, finishing inside of me with a groan.

hot spurts of his cum filled my cunt as his head fell back and mouth dropped open. "fuck y/n..." he said in a bitchy moan as he pumped his last few ropes from himself at a deafening pace.

he pulled out and looked down at the space between my thighs. his spend dripping down them and slowly painting the inners of them. "how'd that feel baby?" he whispered, pulling his hand from my head and sighing. i shook and whimpered in response, unable to think. i stayed glued to the wall and shaken up from the interaction. 

he quickly bent down to yank his pants back up and adjust himself. i gulped hard, forcing my head to look at him, a low smirk painted his face as he saw my spooked and fucked-out expression. "hey." he said with an unfamiliar warm smile as he pulled on his jacket. "h-hi." i stammered, almost unable to speak.

i stared, my head full of regret but my heart pounded from the lust i felt. he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "c'ya at your brother's party." he whispered with a smile against my face before pressing a wet kiss to my cheek. i flinched as he stepped away, letting himself out of the house. the door slammed behind him, shaking the paintings on the wall and vibrating through my core. the sound of his car starting up and driving off reverberated soon after.