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Priscilla was a virgin and I mean like, a complete pure virgin. I know, shocking. The most she had ever gotten with a guy was in the tenth grade with a nineteen year old dishwasher at her mother's restaurant. He didn't care if she was underage as they exchanged naughty text messages and pictures. After two weeks of the built up sexual tension, the two decided to hook up in his car after closing. But with only twenty minutes of making out and playing with his hard one, Priscilla pulled down his pants to find out he had finished already. The next day, when Priscilla had showed up for her shift, her mother had informed her he had quit.


Priscilla considered herself a sexual person, even though she hadn't actually had sex. She loved watching porn, especially scenes where the men dominated their partners. She took videos and pictures, sometimes just for her own eyes and for her own pleasure. Priscilla had received numerous offers to have flings but none of them interested her. She knew guys would do or say anything to get what they wanted from her and she thought herself way too valuable for a man not even in the same IQ range as her, to have it.


Priscilla walked and wandered the house for a while, peeking up and down the hallways. All she found was teenagers groping each other, texting, laughing. She decided to open the door to a room, accidentally finding someone already in there.


"Oh shit, sorry!" She apologized quickly, getting ready to shut the door.


The boy rose from the bed, straightening out his shorts, "Nah, you're good."


Priscilla awkwardly chuckled, running a hand through her hair, "My bad, I didn't know anyone would be in here."


"You just randomly explore rooms in other people's homes?" He questioned, making her face feel hot. As Priscilla's vision sharpened, she recognized who she was talking to. Kenneth Yander, lacrosse star, fuckboy.


"Well," Priscilla backed away, "I'll leave you to whatever you were doing, I guess."


As Priscilla turned, a strong grip wrapped around her arm, pulling her back slightly. Kenneth smiled at her, almost creepily, "Come on, you just got here. I was waiting for someone, but I don't mind hanging with you."


"Uh," Priscilla could feel the pounding in her head began again, she knew next would come the nausea, "I think I'm good."


Kenneth pulled her down on the bed anyway, where she sat next to him. The sudden movement made her eyes take a second to adjust. She could feel the turning in her stomach as Kenneth moved the hair that stuck to her neck with sweat. He began kissing the skin there, soft and then turning into rough bites as he gripped her inner thigh. Priscilla pushed him, enough for him to stop, "What are you doing?"


"Having some fun," Kenneth tried to go back to her neck when Priscilla started pushing him again. He grabbed her upper arms, holding them tightly as he leaned her back on the bed.


"Stop," Priscilla tried to yell but it came out more as a whisper. She tried to close her eyes but even in the darkness, the world seemed as if it was spinning. Her insides felt as if they were being compressed with the weight of Kenneth on top of her. Her throat burned and throbbed as she could feel herself beginning to gag.


As Kenneth took his lips from her neck to connect with hers, he was met with projecting vomit instead.


Priscilla began spitting up, literally, everything in her stomach onto him. Priscilla began gasping, trying to register what was happening but couldn't as the vomit continued to come. Kenneth quickly climbed off of her, disgusted as he groaned and cursed himself.


"I'm-I'm sorry," Priscilla covered her mouth, rolling off of the bed as her nausea eased. She quickly left the room. slamming the door behind her before practically running down the stairs.


When she turned the corner to go down the hall, she quite literally ran into Kat, someone she felt comfortable calling a friend. Kat had her juul in jer hand, taking big hits out of it as she looked at Priscilla.


"You okay, girl?" Kat questioned.


Priscilla nervously laughed, wiping her mouth again, "Well, Kenneth Yander just basically tried to finger bang me upstairs until I fucking threw up on him."


Kat giggled, holding her hand up to her mouth as her eyes squinted, "Oh my god, ew!" Priscilla rolled her eyes, holding out her hand for the juul. As she began taking hits, she could feel the pressure in her head lifting.


"I lost my virginity," Kat decided to blurt out.


Priscilla began coughing up the vape, trying to clear her throat, "Wait, what?"


"Yup," Kat shrugged, taking her juul back.


"Was it atleast good?"


"God, yes! His dick? Huge," Kat held up her hands to show Priscilla how "big" his dick was.


Priscilla nodded at her, "Happy to hear."

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