Rebel Girl

I was getting ready for my date with my boyfriend. My parents did not approve of him, and would always tell me to get a better boyfriend. I never cared about their comments, I was already 21 and could go out with whoever I pleased. They disapproved of everything I did, anyway. They never liked that my boyfriend drove around in a motorbike, or that he worked at his dad’s building company. And to be honest, I think they were just being judgmental, which I guess made them worse than any of the “bad” traits they pinpointed.

I put on a rather comfortable black jacket that had some green graffiti paint stains, light blue jeans and a baby blue top under the jacket. I put on short heels, and finished my look with a pearl necklace. My parents also criticized my way of dressing. I waited patiently for my boyfriend motorbike’s engine to roar outside of my house to leave this hole I did not like to be in.

“Natalie, why are you still going out with that bum?” my mom asked while I brushed my hair in front of the mirror. This, among others, was a regular question whenever I was to go out with my boyfriend. “Mom, it’s not you who is going out with him. Relax and let me live my life” I said back at her calmly. “I just want the best for you” she said angrily. “Then let me be happy” I replied.

“You’ll never be happy with that man” she said, then left my room. I tried not to care, but I did. And it’s not that I cared about her opinion, but that they would never leave me just enjoy my life even if I was a grown up. My boyfriend, Lucas, was what I wanted and I was content enough with that. And of course, he loved me. How would I not be happy?

-Lucas’ point of view-

I was running late to pick up Natalie for our date tonight. I know her parents are going to get her upset, and that could potentially ruin our date. I had to rush to pick her up. I drove fast through the night, reaching her house within moments. She came out of her house almost instantly, and I knew that was not good. “You’re late” she said, getting onto the motorbike. I gave her the helmet. “You look pretty” I said, then started the engine.

“My parents were going to drive me insane, again” she said under her breath as I started to drive, slower now that she was on board. “I’m sorry. I was finishing at work” I replied in a low tone. “It’s fine. Where are we going?” she asked, her tone more cheerful now. “Craving a bacon burger? I know of a new place”, I replied quickly. “Sounds perfect” she said.

We quickly drove to the burger shack to have our dinner. Natalie kept talking about her parents and how irritated she was of them, and that was very distracting for me. “Babe, why haven’t you moved in with me already?” My question caught her off guard. “You know I would not like to be extra baggage for your dad and you” she said. “That is ridiculous” I said, now our orders were arriving to the table.

“It is not. Besides, this will just last for a few more years. We have to get a place” She said, then she bit her burger. We continued discussing plans about living together and her parents and work and then the cycle repeated itself. “I wish you would be a bit looser sometimes” I said, finishing my food. “Analyze my environment and you’ll know why I am not loose” she said angrily, finishing her food.

“I think we should leave now” I said, getting up and going towards the front of the restaurant to pay. After paying, we went back to the motorcycle.

“I do not want to go home now” Natalie said softly. “I thought you did not want to be baggage” I added with a smirk. “Silly, it’s just for tonight.” She added, holding firmly onto my waist as I drove into the night on the motorbike. “Let’s go to my place, then” I said, then drove faster. Traffic was clear, even if it was still quite early, about 10 pm.

We quickly got to my house, to find my dad was not there. “He’s probably out still. He’ll be back in the morning” I said, closing the door. I knew it was my opportunity to make Natalie be in a better mood, so I sat her down on the couch and kissed her. We continued to make out, then I started to remove her clothes.

“You’ve been good tonight” I said, the continued to kiss her. “I do not want to give you a hard time” she replied, slowly undressing. “Then how about you get me off?” I said, and she smiled. She took off her jeans and panties, and put her pussy over my face. I started to lick it, making her be a bit wet. “Finger me” she asked, and so I did, putting my fingers slowly into her and making her moan softly.

“This is what gets you in a good mood, does it not?” I said, smirking while fingering her softly. With my other hand, I took off my pants. Before long, we were doing a 69 on my couch, I was eating her pussy while I fingered her, and she gushed a bit over me. Meanwhile, she was busy sucking my cock dry.

I had made Natalie come about 2 times now, and she seemed loose enough for me to fuck her. I flipped her over me, then had her sitting on my cock and jumping. She was moaning in pleasure, and gone was the headstrong girl I took out to her. She rode my cock like a cowgirl and squirted as she moaned and said my name.

Then, I pulled out and held her up, carrying her into the bedroom. I threw her on my bed and bent down to eat her pussy some more, and she put her legs around my neck, keeping me pulled into her vagina as I ate it. She came into my mouth once more, then I penetrated her again, while rubbing her pussy. She had me groaning loudly as I fucked her.

“Fuck me like that!” She yelled at me, then took my hand which I was using to rub her pussy and started sucking on my fingers. I pulled out, and she gushed some more onto my abdomen, then I slapped her pussy with my cock and penetrated her again. Her moaning was loud as I entered her again.

I continued to fuck her, then flipped her on the bed and fucked her missionary. She was moaning even louder now, and I was afraid a neighbor may hear. Regardless, I just kept fucking her harder and harder until she gushed again and dropped onto the bed, losing her balance as her pussy twitched and dripped wet juices over my cock.

After a few minutes, I flipped her once more then began to jerk off. “Come on me” She said, and of course I was going to do so. I let my load over her abdomen, and she started to pick it up with her fingers and lick it off them. Then, I fingered her some more as she ate my semen and made her come one more time.

“You sure you don’t want to move in with me?” I asked her, among panting. She was panting too. “Sex with you is always a trip” she said, finishing with the semen. “But I am not sure yet” she added. “Dang. I thought it would not take much to convince you” I said, then looked down. She knelt before me and put my still hard penis in her mouth, and started licking it. I suppose she was going to stay silent for a bit.

After that, we went to take a shower together. Needless to say, I fucked her again in the shower. I held her leg up against the wall to easily penetrate her vagina, and she gushed as if it was the shower coming from her pussy. I loved how my girlfriend would just squirt everywhere.

After the shower, we laid down to smoke cigarettes. “It’s much better here” I said, teasing her. “That’s for sure. But would your dad not mind me?” she asked with worry. “Not at all. He loves to have you come over. And I love to make you come over me” I said, barely laughing afterwards.

“You’re a pleaser” she said, then grabbed me by the crotch. “Guess I can trade my parents for good cock and zero drama” she said, unzipping my jeans. “You’re going to get me dry, but I am willing to give that to you” I replied. “That’s what I wanted to hear” she said, putting my dick into her mouth.