Young & In Love Without Regrets

[xTerrax]

Young & In Love Without Regrets (CLOSED)



Young & In Love Without Regrets; seriously, could I have possibly have written a better title for my blog?

Oh hey. I'm glad that you're reading this. Well...not that I know who you are, or when you are reading this.

I'm just writing my thoughts in this post here because there has been all sorts of drama in my life recently (of course, I'm never going to actually post this haha). Nothing too crazy, mind you - as it stands, my life has been pretty good to me. I was at my junior year of college now, majoring in sociology at a top 50 school. I was doing pretty well for myself financially. Granted, I didn't have any banking job like a good portion of my friends; I was, however, getting a little fame and money from my blog. Yeah, you read it correct - my blog. To this day, I have no idea how I started to get followers, since my posts were mostly just random thoughts I've had and links to my Instagram account whenever I went on vacation or anything of the like. Yet, here I was with a few hundred loyal visitors to my site.

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Oh, who's that? That's me, Amy Williams; the dynamic twenty year old who...well, who am I kidding? My followers followed me because I'm smoking hot. I'm not being narcissistic, am I? I mean, I am. I'm a tall, fit blonde with 38DD cup breasts, a fit stomach, big firm ass, strong fit legs with pale skin. I wasn't afraid to flaunt what I had but honestly, if any guy got too friendly with me, I'd snap. I was only into one man, and that man was Ryan - my boyfriend of four years. He was my main inspiration for everything creative that I did and quite frankly, was the focus of most things that I did in life - including my blog.

And that's when my problems began.

What? No, there was no love triangle going on.

You see, we were both the same age but while I was becoming more and more confident with my place in the world, Ryan was well...becoming more and more depressed. Not of my own success, or his failure (in fact, he was climbing up the ranks of a big bank pretty quickly). No, it was something else entirely. It was only after some digging that I found out that he was being...well, intimidated (or "bullied" if you want to go along with that) by some creep. Not anything physical (that I know of) but rather being cyber-stalked and such via Facebook and other media. Upon closer inspection, I came to realize that his bully was well...Rick Sanchez.

Who's he? A childhood friend of mine! Granted, I haven't seen him in a while but I still knew him. Which gave me the idea that well...I could talk some sense into him. So, via Facebook, I came to message him:

"Hey, we need to talk."

That's all I said and within a few minutes, I got a reply - complete with an address and everything. I suppose that he figured out what happened (he might have been a high school dropout, but I was sure that he wasn't that dumb) and was ready to apologize. Of course, I didn't let Ryan know anything about this and drove my way to his place which...

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Well, involved going through some questionable roads and neighborhoods. Before too long, I managed to get to his place - complete with boarded up windows and disgusting walls. Hopefully this wasn't going to take too long. Granted, I didn't see many people, but I looked too high class for this sort of place. What with my white top, black tights, heels and high socks, I didn't want the wrong kind of attention.

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Anyway, here's where I'll leave you, I suppose that it'd seem rude to continue writing this on my iPad once I get inside. I guess that I'll knock. I doubt there's a functional doorbell here.

-Amy out​

 

[LitShark]

Life hadn’t exactly gone Ricky’s way. It wasn’t that he was born into squalor or raised in a dirt floored shack, but he’d always been angry. Angry at authority, at those authority cherished and those who’d been blessed with more than him. Ryan Kennedy was one such target for Rick’s unrelenting wrath—a high school classmate who always got the breaks that Rick never did.

Ryan was a straight-A student, Rick flunked out after Junior year. Ryan had a college degree and a lucrative banking career, Rick cooked meth and sold E. Worst of all, Ryan had landed the hottest fucking bitch in the whole damn school after high school, while Rick was stuck cycling through the same stable of hoodrats with his fellow Sureno homies. The injustice was despicable.

Amy had been Rick’s ideal for beauty and sexiness since he was sixteen, but she was too prim and proper to give a damn about outliers like him. They’d been something like close, once; but once Amy developed those boom-titties, she quickly traded up her social circles. Ricky no longer made the cut.

While the Golden Children had been off at college, learning how to rule the world, Ricky was teaching himself how to survive. He started with small time hustles—con jobs and dime bags, car stereos and Pawn Shop jewelry—but before long he ran afoul of a real gang who had claimed the area Rick had been operating in. Unaffiliated, Ricky was inconsequential to the Nortes and was quickly green lit.

In order to survive, Rick had to join the Nortes’ rival gang the Surrenos. The jump-in nearly killed him, but the protection the gang offered saved his life. Over time, he all but forgot about his old life, his old friends, his old grudges… well, most of the old grudges. Having the support of an interstate organized-crime ring gave Ricky a sense of pride, and he got a subtle thrill out of tormenting Ryan through social media. It may have been petty, childish and generally below him; but the thrill of humiliating an old rival without consequences became something of an addiction.

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It was in this way, that Rick got the attention of his high school crush again. When Amy messaged him on Facebook, he was all too glad to let her know how to find him. His address coupled with the words “come see me” were the response he gave, confident that the high-class blond wouldn’t be caught dead on his side of town. Just to be sure though, Rick spammed Ryan’s page again until ‘GetGetGetMoneyz420’ was shut down by site moderators.

The next day, Ricky was utilizing one of the few skills he retained from his abbreviated time in school, wearing a heavy, leather lab-apron over a tank top and full-face respirator he was finishing a batch of crystal meth in the boarded up room that shared a wall with the street.

A knock at the door was the last thing that Rick expected as he began pumping the poisonous chemical fumes into the alley on the side of his building. The entire house reeked of a meth lab, and someone was at the door. Not an ideal situation.

Rick took up his Tech-9 SMG as he went to the door, pressing the barrel against the cracked wood as he opened up only as wide as the chain would reach.

“Who the fuck—“ Rick began, until his eyes landed on Amy, prim and proper as ever, dressed for a respectable day in corporate hell, even as her ridiculous body underneath begged for rough touching. “Oh shit, Amy. Hold up.”

The door slammed back shut, the sound of a chain sliding free of its housing audible through the rotting wood. The door flew open to reveal Rick, still wearing his gas mask, with his rapid-fire weapon hanging absently at his side.

“Come in. Long time, no see.”

 

[xTerrax]

I waited there, a little unsure of the place. I thought that there was a very good chance that Rick gave me a wrong address just to taunt me. A quick view of my own surroundings gave me the idea that this neighborhood was for the most part (if not entirely) abandoned. There's no way he lived here, no matter how rough times have gotten. I mean, he'd have to be a meth dealer or something.

That's when after hearing some clinks and knocks turning, I saw a man stand in front of me.

“Oh shit, Amy. Hold up.”

He slammed the door shut. Might as well, as I was completely dumbfounded at the moment. He actually lived here? Jesus Christ. I rapidly began to second think my decision to come here and wondered if it was too late to run back to my car and press on the gas. Wait no...I was here for Ryan's sake.

Some clinks came from the chain when the door finally opened the whole way. In front of me stood Rick...or at least, I hoped so, after seeing the gas mask and automatic weapon at his side. Wait automatic weapon? Oh dear god.

“Come in. Long time, no see.”

"Um...thanks." I said, unsure of whether to shake his hand or run. I gathered all of my courage and walked inside, where this unfamiliar smell stung my nostrils.

Ew.

As I walked into the rundown home, if you could even call it that, I fought the urge to tell him that I loved what he did with the place. I mean, the guy had a freaking gas mask and rapid-fire firearm. Instead, I simply said "I think we both know why I'm here. I think we should get on that."

 

[LitShark]

((Collaborated post between LitShark & xTerrax))

Ricky’s eyes moved invasively over Amy’s unreal body as she moved past him in the narrow hallway. The way that her tight clothing hugged her luscious curves made Rick’s cock jump inside his jeans. He pulled the mask over his head and off, followed closely by the thick apron, both of which were discarded onto the floor as he moved uncomfortably close behind Amy, grinding the front of his jeans against the crease in her tights.

When she said that she thought he knew why she was there, a big smile crossed his face, completely misunderstanding her assertion.

“It’s about time.” Rick smirked, laying one hand on Amy’s hip to pull her ass back against the groin of his starched jeans, the other hand moving around to grope her breast through her white blouse. “I thought you’d never come to your senses. Let’s get these clothes off you.”

Ricks rough hand on Amy’s chest had already managed to free the top button from its corresponding hole, revealing more of her cleavage than was appropriate for public. His lips gently nipped at her long, gracile neck as the outline of his growing erection settled between her firm ass cheeks.

Amy walked through the narrow hallway and she could swear she could feel Rick's gaze practically glued to her figure. She supposed that she should have known that he'd act this way straight from the get-go. If his Facebook account was of any indication, this man was woman crazy. Despite knowing how his behavior was in a nutshell, she couldn’t say that she was prepared to what he was about to do next; that is, get a little physical.

"What the fuck?" Amy asked out loud when she felt a hand pull her hip close to Rick’s body, his groin poking at her backside. A rush of panic came to her, especially when her eyes went down to witness his hand, greedily grabbing one of her breasts through her blouse. For a moment, she was like a doe caught between incoming headlights, she didn't know what to do! One button came undone, then another. It wasn't until his impatience caused a third to literally fly off that Amy snapped and elbowed him as hard as she could. She pushed her body forward (inadvertently pushing her backside more against him, but who cared as long as it helped her get free?) until she dragged herself out of his possessive grasp.

Amy was justifiably furious. "What the living hell is wrong with YOU?!" she yelled, "I'm here because of Ryan, you creep!" she insisted, before picking up a small piece of debris which she threw at him. She was lucky that he wasn't a psychopath, otherwise...

“Ow! Shit! What the fuck, bitch?” Rick grunted after being elbowed hard in the ribs. “Ohhhh, damn my bad. About Ryan, the Facebook shit, right?”

Rick chuckled the last bit of his half-hearted apology, rubbing the spot on his midsection where she’d hit him. It was a pretty funny misunderstanding, when he laid eyes on Amy, Ryan had been the farthest thing from his mind. He led her into the living room at a more respectable distance. The carpet was a stained mess of cigarette burns, various stains and holes down to the concrete at various intervals. The furniture was mostly held together with duct tape and similarly burned and stained. Chico was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette and taking the opportunity to check out the half-naked chick as Amy entered.

“Give us a minute, eh Chico? This is Amy, she’s an old friend.” Rick ordered, snapping his fingers until Chico reluctantly went upstairs, still staring until the last opportunity. “As for that Facebook shit, you don’t need to worry. They cancelled my account last night, I was bored of that shit anyway. Can I get you something to drink? How about a glass of OJ?”

“Orange juice sounds good.” Amy nodded distractedly, trying to cover herself while assessing if any surface was fit to sit on.

Rick smiled and went into the kitchen, taking a clean-ish glass and setting it in between half-eaten takeout containers on the counter. From the door of the refrigerator, Rick pulled out a water bottle with its label covered by duct tape and the letters “MDMA” written in thick, black pen. Using the water bottle’s cap, Rick measured two full caps of pure, liquid MDMA into the bottom of the glass before emptying the last of his “From Concentrate” orange juice into the clean-ish glass and mixing it with his finger.

When he returned to Amy in the living room, he was sucking the juice from his finger, feeling his tongue and mouth already beginning to tingle with the introduction of the potent drug, even as diluted as it was… maybe it was too strong, but there wasn’t any juice left. He’d have to take his chances.

“Here you go.” Rick smiled, handing the glass to Amy and putting on his most charming look, “So like I said, I won’t bother Ryan anymore. I’m bored of that game anyway. It’s time for something new.”

 

[xTerrax]

“Ow! Shit! What the fuck, bitch?”

That was probably the most satisfying sound that I could have possibly heard at this point. Good, so I hit him well. Maybe that would teach him to back the hell off. Still, I couldn't help but be thankful that he didn't just point that gun at me. I probably owed that good fortune to the fact that we've known each other for a while?

Anyway, so after he came back to his senses...

“Ohhhh, damn my bad. About Ryan, the Facebook shit, right?”

"Yes Rick, the Facebook shit." I said, as a 'matter of fact' kind of manner.

I should have known right off the bat that Rick was going to behave like this, given the crowd of wanna be gangsters he's been around with recently. He's always been the one to cave into peer pressure, what with the occasional stories I'd hear from mutual acquaintances over the years, but I still disappointed to see him hit so rock bottom that he'd live in this dump. Well, I suppose he had it coming. It wasn't as if I felt sorry for him, what with the little 'misunderstanding' we had moments ago.

We entered a new room, complete with another scumbag lying on a couch. His eyes, much like Rick's, followed my movements and glued themselves on my curves and the bit of cleavage now showing from my blouse. I made an effort to cover myself up, but what with my small hands, I don't think that I accomplished much.

“Give us a minute, eh Chico? This is Amy, she’s an old friend.”

Looks like Rick still had some remnant of decency. "Chico" quickly left us alone and went off to god knows where.

“As for that Facebook shit, you don’t need to worry. They cancelled my account last night, I was bored of that shit anyway. Can I get you something to drink? How about a glass of OJ?”

“Orange juice sounds good.” I said, eying any piece of furniture that looked stable enough to sit on. I made due with some night table that felt as if it was about to collapse. Rick went away, presumably to get the orange juice. Meanwhile, I tried my best to button up...even with one of the buttons now missing.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered under my own breath.

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps and looked towards them. I was afraid for a minute that it was his friend again, but thankfully (I guess) it was Rick with the orange juice.

“Here you go.” Rick said with an odd smile, handing me over a glass “So like I said, I won’t bother Ryan anymore. I’m bored of that game anyway. It’s time for something new.”

"Thanks..." I said, skeptically. I eyed the glass for a second and although something felt...off about it (and the good nature tone Rick was giving me out of nowhere), I gave him the benefit of the doubt. That, and the fact that I didn't know whether or not refusing the glass would offend him and his friend, whom were both armed. Granted, I could run right now but I had no idea where "Chico" went. For all I knew, he was now guarding the front door.

"Well, here's to new beginnings I guess."

I took a sip and the taste tingled on my tongue. Well, maybe 'tingle' isn't the right word; there was a sharp...taste to it. It still tasted like orange juice but bitter to the touch of my tongue. There was also this sharp, prickling sensation that I couldn't put my finger on and...

And...

Was it just me or was it getting a little hot in here?

...

"Yeah, new beginnings and new experiences." Rick smirked, lifting a flat beer from the table then he set it aside, watching intently as I finished the last of my orange juice...at least before my clumsy hand dropped a bit.

"S-Sorry." I stuttered.

God, what was with me all of a sudden? I couldn't even focus on drinking the orange juice.

"You look a little tense, why don't you come let me rub your shoulders? Its the least I can do after that mix up in the hall."

Then that's when something really weird happen. Rick's hand went to my arm and gently went up and down and...Jesus Christ, that was incredibly. The way his fingernail just barely touched my skin sent shivers down my spine. My eyes opened wide in disbelief for a second and I breathed in heavily. Then...he continued and I shut my eyes tight...not before my mouth betrayed me and a moan escaped my lips.

"Oooh..."

What the hell?

"Oh my god, control yourself Amy..." I thought to myself.

And then his hand took my wrist as he gently pulled me away from my position and without me even realizing it, led me to this big armchair...

With me sitting on his lap.

 

[LitShark]

"Yeah, new beginnings and new experiences." Rick smirked, lifting a flat beer from the table which had been his the night before and taking a small sip, enough to honor the idea of a toast, then he set it aside, watching intently as Amy finished the last of her juice.

"You look a little tense, why don't you come let me rub your shoulders? It’s the least I can do after that mix up in the hall." Rick gently slid his fingernails up and down Amy's firearm, lightly tracing patterns into her skin before gently taking her wrist and urging her to join him on the big, reclining armchair that sat beside the end table she was sitting on.

Amy tumbled easily into Rick’s lap, the texture from his rough denim jeans grinding against her soft curves, separated only by thin elastic tights which let each crossed fiber slither over her exceptionally sensitive skin. A tattooed forearm reached across Amy’s slender waist, to position her on his lap with her barely clothed sex positioned squarely over the overlapping denim of his fly, slowly moving his hips under her as his fingertips danced slowly over her shoulders to her neck.

“Yeah, you’re definitely tense girl. Are you getting enough dick from that man of yours? Sexual frustration generally clusters at the base of the skull…” Rick’s thumbs joined at the top of Amy’s spine, pushing in and down, spreading the sensations from the chemical already in her bloodstream. “You definitely aren’t getting fucked enough, or well enough, or something.”

One hand took over the work of two, massaging lower down Amy’s spine, Rick’s right hand slowly moving over her shoulder, into the gaping neckline of her blouse and inside. His right hand clasped around her left breast and he began to squeeze, cradle and heft it’s weight, his thumb feeling along the surface of her bra for the outline of an erect nipple. His cock was now rigid inside his jeans, and as his fingers worked on the muscles in her neck, her lower body instinctively rocked along his length.

“Yeah, you’re definitely missing something girl, your pussy juice is soaking into my jeans. I could help you with that if you want.” Rick chuckled, grinding his hips upward against Amy’s cleft and ass. “Tell me you want it.”

Amy’s long blonde hair spilled across Rick’s chest and neck as he gently lowered her head over his broad shoulder. His left hand abandoned the pretense of massage to slide over her hip and slowly up her inner thigh. When his finger sank into the sodden bed of warm fluids, he had no trouble locating her clit through the form-fitting tights. Index and middle fingers kissed her clit’s cheeks through her tights as his teeth slid over her earlobe.

“Tell me you want it.”

 

[xTerrax]

"You look a little tense, why don't you come let me rub your shoulders? It’s the least I can do after that mix up in the hall."

"Oh god no..." I thought but soon enough, as if it happened in an instant, I found myself on his lap. His jeans felt particularly rough on me, even if I had something between my skin and his pants. I could feel the fabric rubbing itself gently on my fit legs. Why did that feel good? I looked down, mouth slightly agape, as his arm went around my waist and pulled me closer. His jeans rubbed against me more.

"Ooooooooooh..." I cooed again.

His hands moved between my neck and shoulders, his fingers sending me wave upon wave of heavenly pleasure in my body. Just what was going on? I needed to fight this...whatever this was. This wasn't good, I could feel my mind slipping away. Slipping.

Did he put something in my drink?

...

God the pleasure. More.

...

No! No...come on Amy...

...

“Yeah, you’re definitely tense girl. Are you getting enough dick from that man of yours? Sexual frustration generally clusters at the base of the skull…”

Mmm...oh my god. My body arched when I felt his thumbs go on over to my spine, moving his fingers around like that on the sides. My skin felt so warm and my mind was a total mess. Dick. Oh my god I wanted a dick inside of me so bad. Was Ryan just bad at this? God this felt so incredibly good.

“You definitely aren’t getting fucked enough, or well enough, or something.”

More rubbing against my tights. My eyes moved down and watched as his hand moved inside my blouse and held onto one large breast of mine and squeezed it and possessed it as if it was his to play with. Mm, maybe it was. Maybe I wanted him to play with it more. Maybe I wanted to give him my body. More rubbing. Was it even him doing that?

I moved my head to my right and watched, maybe amazed, of the fact that it wasn't only him doing the rubbing, but me as well. I raised my hips somewhat and rubbing my ass against the tent growing in his pants. I felt the tip, even inside of his jeans, and held it between my ass cheeks, and rubbed it against me, moving my ass around it and around it...god, why wasn't he fucking me right now? Fuck me nice and hard until I begged him to stop, only I wouldn't want him to stop.

"Ughhmmmm...Mmmm..." I moaned, feeling his finger play with my hard nipple.


“Yeah, you’re definitely missing something girl, your pussy juice is soaking into my jeans. I could help you with that if you want.”

"Ah-Ahhhhhhh" I groaned, as he pushed his hip upward and forced that tent to press against my ass.

“Tell me you want it.”

"FUCK!" I moaned loudly as his fingers found their way between my legs. Oh god, so good.

“Tell me you want it.”

"I want it so fucking bad!" I said with a near whimper between each word "Fuck me endlessly please! Oh god, please!"

 

[LitShark]

Rick grinned from ear to ear as Amy begged like a dutiful whore for him to fuck her. It was almost too easy. As she arched her back and moaned, Rick slid his hand inside the cup of her bra, squeezing and kneading the soft, pillowy flesh in his palm while the edges of two of his fingers pressed in together on the sides of her stiff nipple.

“That’s good, girl. Yeah, I like that begging. Keep it up and I might just have a reward for you.” Rick whispered against the side of Amy’s neck, his fingers briefly relenting their assault on the outline of her clit to slip inside of her tights and bare down again on the fleshy nub itself with two fingers. “I’ll let you cum for me.”

While his rough thumb rubbed adamant circles against the tip of her clit, Rick slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, spreading them, then collapsing again and pushing deeper. The thumb sped up, and the fingers began to piston instead of probing—faster—faster—and faster.

“Cum for me, slut! Scream my name out loud and soak the floor with your filthy whore-juice.” Rick commanded, just as Amy’s enthusiastic moaning brought Chico back down the stairs.

Chico knew the drill by now, though Amy was by far the sexiest girl to fall to the combination of Rick’s relentless seduction and the potent drugs he sold, she wasn’t the first. Chico carried with him a worn-in cardboard box, filled to overflowing with various bits of phallic plastic and rubber, cords spilling out in all directions like entrails from a fallen prey animal.

“This bitch is making such a racket, I can barely hear myself think.” Chico complained, his eyes watching the scene before him with rapt interest. “You better not have used the pure shit.”

The box made a thud and the devices inside rattled against each other, as Chico dropped it into the center of the floor. He stood there, watching as Amy writhed through a wailing climax on Rick’s lap, holding the turgid outline of his cock through his jeans.

“Relax bro, we’ve still got plenty. Besides, once she’s nice and pliable, she’ll be an earner for us like nobody else. Just look at her, eh?” Rick chuckled to his friend, adding another finger to the wet, sloshing finger-bang he was giving the shapely young blonde on his lap. “’Hey bitch. You want to get fucked, you’d better get down on the floor and pull my cock out. Begging works better with a cock in the mouth. Go on, get busy.”

Rick thought that he really might have given Amy too much, one cap would have probably been plenty. If he could get his cock inside her mouth before the rest of the MDMA absorbed, he might be able to absorb some of the stuff through his cock. It actually might be incredible…

“Suck this big fat cock, you needy bitch. If you do a good job, I’ll fuck you with it.” Rick sneered, reluctantly withdrawing his hands from her hot flesh to begin unbuckling his belt.