Being Nasty

Chapter 1 – Being Nasty [Natalie’s POV] I opened my locker and saw another letter inside it. It was already the fourteenth letter of the week, it came from different people but it was just the same, same content. They just wanted to get into my pants and f**k me up. But I already watched so many chick flick movies that I knew for myself that I wasn’t one to be compared to Regina George from the movie ‘Mean Girls’. Wanna go f**k each other tonight? My parents are out of town, babe. Jason Mckinley I just crumpled the paper and threw it inside the garbage can, where it belonged. It was Friday. My friends and I were going to the club tonight using our fake ID’s. It wasn’t like it was needed after all because we didn’t look like we were minors, but it was better to be sure. I even forgot to introduce myself for f**k’s sake. My name’s Natalie Adams, seventeen years of age and high school senior who couldn’t even wait to go to college soon enough. After seeing that there weren’t any ridiculous notes inside my locker anymore, I decided to go home and prepare for clubbing. *** I arrived for I think an hour before the called time. We were the kind of girls to go clubbing every other Friday to have fun. We, of course, we didn’t lead a boring life. I got here early because I got bored inside my house doing nothing. I ordered a vodka at the counter and with me just being five minutes in the club, someone approached me. “Wanna get laid?” a husky voice asked closer to my ear than I expected. The words that he said were something that I was used to hearing. As I turned around to see who he was, I saw a curly brunette guy who kind of looked like a bouncer grinning at me widely. “Sorry,” I apologized without even meaning it. “I’m waiting for someone,” after a second, I found his arm tangled on my waist which made me pull towards him, with our faces only a good two inches apart. “I know you want me, baby,” now, I knew that he was being a thick-head. He wasn’t even that gorgeous to begin with and him thinking that he sounded so hot saying that shocked me. He looked like a movie star wannabe. “I don’t,” I placed both of my hands on his chest and started pushing him from me and my face. Seeing his face so close bugged the hell out of me that I bet Medusa wouldn’t even dare look him in the eyes. But with a body like a boulder, I struggled without a use. The girls and I were used to having guys hit on us, but this guy was pushy. It was my first encounter with a guy who couldn’t accept a ‘no’. I almost screamed when a fist met with my captor’s jaw. At first, I thought that the punch was also going to land on my face but I was so glad that it didn’t. I then turned my attention the guy who landed the punch and saw someone so familiar. “Don’t force the girl,” he glared at the guy with the bleeding nose who was already running away for his dear life. Without asking for my permission, the familiar guy grabbed my hand, “Let’s go,” and took charge of the place. I found myself having no choice but to follow him. *** When we were outside the bar, that was when I realized who my savior was, “Adam Matthews?” I asked and then he stopped to turn around, he let go of my hand and looked at me. “I’m Natalie,” Adam Matthews, yeah I knew him. He was a new transfer student in our school. All the girls were drooling over him and even though he was new, he already became one of the most popular guys in our school. I got that one wrong. I guessed he was the most popular guy in our school. I never talked to him even once, obviously because I didn’t intend to. Popular guys weren’t my thing to begin with. He took a nod. “If you want to get a drink, you can come to my house. We already have a bar built inside it,” he looked like a good guy though. On second thought, he was one of the guys who hadn’t even made a move on me yet. I hated the fact that my school only contained jerks who thought that they could get any girl that they wanted. “Wait,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “If you have a bar then why did you even go here?” “Well, we own it. Better to say that my aunt owns it,” he explained. That’s why no bouncer held us and threw us out after making a scene. “If you don’t want a drink, it’s okay,” He started walking away. I hadn’t even had the chance to stop myself from immediately speaking, “I’m coming, okay?” I went to his side as he led me to his car. I didn’t know what came inside me but my angst told me to follow him. He started driving and for a few minutes, I was already inside his house. Every child was taught by their parents not to go with strangers but seeing how big Adam Matthews’ house was, I knew I was no child anymore because my curiosity wanted to take a look inside his house in my own accord. His house was the quadruple size of mine and I couldn’t even think about how he rich Adam really was. The bar was beside the living room, near the home studio that he had. Wines were lined up and were screaming ‘expensive’. He then made something and gave it to me. Another vodka. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He grabbed his own drink and started drinking it. I slowly looked at his shifting neck and looked away. “Take your time,” he said then started walking upstairs “I’ll just take a shower,” after that, I heard a slam of a door. I just minded my own business and continued drinking. I texted my friends that I wouldn’t be able to go even if I was the first one to arrive at the meeting place that Adam’s aunt owned. I decided to head back home, and not go to the bar once again. But being in a gigantic house, it gave me time to think that I needed to thank Adam for what he had done. I went upstairs without a second thought and knocked on a lot of rooms until I found someone with an actual human inside it. “Come in,” Adam’s familiar voice answered so I opened the door without hesitating. When I got Adam inside, I mentally stopped myself of cursing. There he was, half naked with his six-pack exposed right in front of me. Only a towel was covering his lower body. He didn’t really lie when he said that he was going to take a shower, did he? I became speechless. I didn’t know what to say. What the heck was I supposed to say? One word: s**t. It wasn’t like it was my first time seeing a half-naked guy but boy…he was gorgeous as hell. “U-Um…” I looked for words but I couldn’t stop staring into his abs. I wanted to place my hands on it and feel them. I didn’t know why that thought came into me. Maybe I was being possessed? My thoughts were very out of character for me. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked then he smirked. He started mocking me. It was obvious that I was staring the s**t out of him and it was very hard for him not to notice. I tried to look away but I knew for myself that I looked awkward doing it. “I-I’m not looking…” I just started to close my eyes. I knew that it was very childish but I wanted to get my eyes away from his six-pack. When I opened them again, I saw his face inches away from mine. “What are you doing?” “Nothing,” he said then he leaned in and started kissing me. His lips were soft, and with me realizing that we were making out made the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I didn’t know why I didn’t pull away. Maybe I was just enjoying it. I already kissed a couple of guys before but not one made me excited like this one. Our kiss turned into a hot and wild one which made it more enjoyable. I felt his tongue asking for entrance and I gave it to him. His tongue was quite dominant and very aggressive and I did my best to fight back. He placed his hands on my waist and started pushing me on the door to close it. He reached out his left hand to lock it while not breaking apart from me. I pulled away and managed to breathe, “Where are your parents?” “In California,” he said then started kissing me again with lust and desire. I really didn’t know why, but I kept on responding to his kisses. He grabbed me by the waist again and lifted me until my thighs were circled around his waist and he led me to his bed with him on top of me. I started to feel a sudden bulge on my right thigh. Lust was starting to take over his body and it was obvious in his eyes. Suddenly, I knew where this is going. “I-I’m a virgin,” I whispered then he just looked at me, wide-eyed. Maybe he wasn’t really expecting that since I came here and started to let him control me. Maybe he figured out that virgins would be very well-guarded of themselves rather than coming to a stranger’s house. “Do you want to continue?” his eyes were hopeful. It was obvious that he wanted to have s*x with me. But I, of course, appreciated him asking first. I didn’t know what came to me when I nodded. I spent seventeen years of life keeping my V-Card intact. There were many guys who wanted to have s*x with me, some that I knew for years and I still didn’t give in to their lustful desires. It wasn’t that I wanted to have it after marriage, but the thought of s*x didn’t excite me before until now. “It will hurt at first but you’ll find pleasure afterwards,” for the very third time, he started kissing me again and his hand immediately went inside my shirt, underneath my bra and he started caressing my breasts which I found…hot. I didn’t realize that the towel covering his body was already undone and out. He started removing my shirt and my bra, not breaking apart from our kiss. His hot breath tickled my bare skin. He placed soft kisses on my neck and made his way to my breasts. At first, he just nuzzled at my right breast like he was taking things slowly. A moan escaped from my lips when he suddenly decided to suck it hard. He was rough…but I really liked it. I guessed that this was the time to let my virginity go. Maybe Adam was worth it…or maybe he was not. But maybe this was something that I was not going to regret later. What decided me to do it? Hormones? After sucking my swollen breast, his lips trailed kisses all the way to my stomach. I knew he was frustrated at my pants that were in the way so he immediately unzipped my zipper and removed my pants and underwear in just one go. It was a good thing that I didn’t wear my super fitted jeans that was too tight for me now because I gained minimal weight over the past few months. He placed both of my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself into my entrance and asked, “Ready?” “Y-Yes,” I felt him slowly entering me. The pain made me grab the sheets. I bit on my bottom lip and pressed my head deeper on the pillow. I wasn’t going to lie. It was painful. I just continued to moan in pain until he gained full access inside of me. “Do you want me to be gentle?” Again, he was sweet for taking my opinion into consideration. Yes, it was painful but I didn’t know why I was convinced that I didn’t want him to be gentle. Maybe I was turning into a masochist? “I want it rough,” I admitted and saw him nodding. He pulled out then after a second, “There’s blood,” he pointed out but he took my silence as the cue to slam so hard into me that I thought my eyes would literally roll to the back of my head. My scream was loud…it was so painful and yet so pleasurable at the same time. He was slow but rough. Each slam that came to my body was sent with force. He was making sure that he was deep enough to conquer my body. Adam was also moaning whenever he was deep inside me. It was good to know that he was enjoying this too. “Adam…” I moaned. “What is it?” “Faster…” And that bought him. He shifted from his pace when he started to grind on me harder and faster. I could hear myself yelling for his name when I felt something forming in my stomach. “A-Adam…I’m goi—“ “M-Me too,” he said huskily. Since I couldn’t hold what was forming inside my stomach anymore, I decided for a release and felt hot fluid coming off of Adam from inside me. He pecked me on the lips and rested on top of me, both grasping for breath. It was what s*x felt like. I felt pleasure and it was a good one. After a few minutes, he kissed my neck and back to my breasts again. His tongue was circling it and I couldn’t help but smile because of the tingles it was giving me. I placed a hand on his abs and pushed him onto his back so I could be on the top of him now. I decided to be bold and licked his six-pack. I lifted myself up and inserted his erection inside of me. I didn’t have any experience in s*x so I didn’t know if I was going to do good or not. I moved my lower body in circles slowly just to tease him. “Go faster,” And being the good girl I was, I complied. Oh, the irony. *** “Where are you going?” that was the first thing he asked when I stood up and wore all my clothes once again. The sheets were stained with blood because of me. Well, at least people were right when they said that you would bleed if you gave your virginity away. Right after our climax, I stayed until I wasn’t panting anymore but then came into a realization that was why I decided to leave. “Please just forget about what happened today,” I knew I sounded silly. I just had s*x with him and I wanted him to forget what happened. “I was wrong to do this,” What seemed crazy was how even though I knew right from the very start that having s*x with a stranger was wrong…I did it anyway. “You’re not sorry,” he said and gave me that sexy look again. “You’ll be mine,” I went outside because it gave me the creeps. He said “You’ll be mine,” What did he mean by that? I didn’t know so I didn’t stay around to try and figure it out.