1. A Love Game


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: True Story, Black, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Interracial, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: love__bug, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    said scooting closer to me. Chase put his hand on my face, and pulled me in. I tried to resist, but once our lips met, there was no turning back. He ran his hands up my thigh, and we kissed. He laid me down with my back on the couch. Chase got on top of me and kissed me again. I let my lust, and emotions get the better of me, and I actually started to get into it. So into it, that I didn't hear Trevor entering the front door. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ERICA?!" He yelled. I felt numb. What the fuck did I just do? "No Trevor, wait. It's not what you think!" "Then what the hell is it Erica? Because this looks pretty clear to me." He said standing in front of Chase and I. Chase hesitantly got up to stand face to face with Trevor. "Look man, I'm sorry. It was a mistake. I got carried away." "Chase, if you don't want me to end your football career, I'd suggest you walk out that fucking door. " he said pointing to the door. Chase quickly grabbed his things, and scurried out of my house. The room was silent. "Babe, I'm sorry." I said with a tear running down my face. "Really? I should be the one crying. I changed for you. I gave you everything. And this is what I get? Wow." I sat there dumbfounded, and most importantly speechless. "And you're not talking? You know what? I don't have time for this." With that, he grabbed his keys and left, slamming the front door behind him. I sat there in compleat devastation, and disappointment in myself. How and why did I let this happen? What I ...
    DID know, is that I had to get my man back. I hopped in the car (about a hour or so later) and went to Trevor's house. He had given me his spare house key for our weekly "sleepovers" so I was able to get into his house whether he wanted me to or not. I opened the front door, and closed it behind me. The house was silent. I saw his car in the driveway so I knew he was here. I silently went up the staircase. As I approached the landing, I heard muffled crying. The only other time I heard him cry was last year when we lost the Championship. I remember rubbing his back as he cried into his pillow.. His door was slightly cracked. "Babe?" I said opening the door and entering in. "What?" He said with eyes red as an apple. "I'm sorry." We began to argue back and forth. "I feel like this was all apart of a plan. And I just walked in on it." He began interrogating me, and suddenly I didn't know if I believed myself. "It's not true! You don't know what you're talking about!" I said placing my hands against his chest and shoved against him. (He barely moved). "I know I'm right." he reached and closed his fingers around my wrists and jerked me flat against him. "And so do you." "Let go of me." I said arching back, trying to work my hands between us and shove him away, but he held me so close, I couldn't do anything but squirm against his body. "Why?" He said dipping his head in my face. I braced myself. I could see the fury in his eyes, and the pain. But he didn't kiss me though. Though ...