1. Never Look Back


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Teen, Author: DK54, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

    worse. Rarely did she get bruised on visible places, but every so often she met up with him in the morning with a black eye or red marks on her neck. Porter never asked. He was so young at first and didn't understand, but he did notice. He remembered one instance when she brought him up to her house, they were about 9 at the time, and for some reason, Alice refused to go swimming with him. After a few hours of bothering her, she finally agreed, in which case Porter found out why she was so hesitant. When she came out in her swimsuit the poor young girl had lashes and bruises all up her back and on her ribs. Porter remembered looking at her up and down, and then willing himself not to act abnormal. She noticed however, and turned red with embarrassment before continuing on with their swimming. It wasn't long after that when he became mature enough to understand. Porter and Alice would be together almost everyday of their lives since meeting in the woods, but he never would meet her father. Alice never would mention him, and Porter would never ask. He knew that he was an important executive of some successful bank, and manages all of them in Denver, which was just a few miles away. That's why they were so rich. But he was never home it seemed, only at nights, and when he was home, Alice would never invite him over. Porter slowly realized that her dad must be beating her. He was still young, the idea sprung into his head at 10, and slowly it became more and more clear to him. ...
    One day, when the two were about 14, Alice showed up to Porter's house at 2 o'clock in the morning. She did this frequently, never explaining why... Because Porter knew. But this time was different however... He had never seen her face so beaten. Her face was swollen, and her nose was bloodied. "Jesus Christ," he said quietly but with alarm, "Come here." He grabbed her arm and waist as she walked into his living room. "I'm fine," she kept repeating, dazed and not in the right state of mind, "I just fell." Porter sat her down on the couch and retrieved a bag of ice with haste. He sat next to her and began pressing the ice to her face. They sat in silence for a while, she stared down at the floor boards while he ran his hand up and down her back. The silence was intense, seemingly making their ears ring as they stewed in emotion. Suddenly, the wall of silence was broken by Alice breaking down. Tears flew from her eyes and she collapsed into Porter's chest, where he embraced her with a strong grasp. "Fuck that bastard," Porter kept repeating as he held her tightly, he had tears of his own streaming down his face. Alice would never say the words, "He beats me," but from that point forward it was understood that both of them knew and he was always there for her. After what seemed like hours of crying, Alice fell asleep in his arms. He remembered vividly kissing her on the head, and whispering "I love you," to his sleeping best friend. Nothing romantic ever happened between them, but ...
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