She was running out of time.She glanced over at her sister, who was snoring lightly in the bed next to hers. As if she were still dreaming, Liz moved ...er legs off the bed and stood. She slid sideways through the door, which always squeaked as it was opened, and crept along trying not to step on the creaky places she knew were in the hallway. Then she remembered how many times she had heard those creaks and had just rolled over, paying no mind to whoever was going to the bathroom. Still, she. ?I can’t help it; I’ve never felt such things in my life?I barley know you, I can’t believe the things I’ve told you?I’m terrified.? he said, his voice barley above a whisper. I wanted to cuddle him, to pull him into my arms and pet him and stroke him and comfort him. His heart was precious. He was adorable. Instead I lifted his chin with the tip of my pointer finger, though I had no nails so the gesture was still fairly soft. He looked into my eyes. ?Matt Stanson, I promise. How can he like this? The pain, still there, but my shame taking over. I always though my first time would be with my boyfriend, my future husband. No, with this animal. Using my body to get his pleasure. Not caring about me, my feelings. I was just a slut he was fucking. “God you feel good” he grunted. “I’m going to cum”I felt him start to spasm and push deep. I could not feel anything but pain, but I knew what he was doing. No condom, nothing. I was his slut and he was breeding me. How was I. I slipped out of bed quietly so as not to wake Julie and Vee, and threw on some clothes, using the glow of the streetlights through the curtains to find everything. By the time I was dressed, Julie had rolled over - still fast asleep - and was cuddling Vee for warmth and company.I presumed that her period - now in its third day - was still making her feel uncomfortable, and considered making her a fresh hot water bottle. But, as she was now against Vee, I decided that she'd be fine, and it.