Every Encounter *[Fiction]*

Another day ended, as quickly as it had began. A chilly wind, caressed the bodies of many. Including mine, wearing a fishnet shirt and a thin jacket, the wind crawled inside. Inviting itself in, causing me to convulse with shivers. I began walking down the sidewalk to go home, carrying a small box of cookie dough for my brother. It slipped from my grasp and tumbled to the cement. I swooped down in embarrassment, hoping no one had seen, and picked it back up. "Skyla!" My name was called, and I recognized the voice without even having to glance over. He came walking up to me, snapback on backwards, sitting on his head. He was in flirt mode. Butterflies welled up in my tummy, and a smile appeared on my face. This is the guy I've been in love with for almost two years... He made me feel so wonderful without even knowing it. I think he might feel the same, he always tried to get me to fuck him, or do sexual things. So I had to watch out, but part of me didn't want to.. Haha. "I'm gonna walk you home today, okay?" He mumbled with a little smirk. "No, no. It's okay. I don't feel like getting raped today, thanks." I joked and nudged him with my elbow. He laughed, and grabbed the box from my hands. "What's this?" "Cookie dough. & no you can't have any." I smiled at him. Out of nowhere, he said "Let's go over here. I'm gonna kiss you, okay?"
"What if I don't wanna?" "Then I'm going to make you." I'd always had a thing for being dominated when it came to sexual activities, so naturally, it turned me on. So I agreed, and walked behind the building with him. When we got back there, he took the box from my hands, and sat it on the ground, then turned to me. He got real close and grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. I bit my lip, growing more anxious. He leaned in for a kiss, but I put my head on his shoulder instead. He smelled wonderful. His hands found their way down to my ass.  "Niiiiiccceee. ." He whispered and he felt what I had. I clenched the back of his jacket, and took a deep breath. I leaned my head back, and he stared into my eyes, intently. Cars drove by, & he let me go. I don't know why, though. He stepped away, and looked around to make sure no one was coming. I looked around the corner, and saw his friends standing a few yards away, waiting for him, and looking in our direction. I backed behind the corner. "Your friends know you're over here doing this to me?!" I said loudly. "Yeah but it don't matter. " he backed me up against the wall and I grabbed my waist. He went in for a kiss, once again, but this time I didn't move away. He kissed me hard and wantingly. I kissed back, losing my breath, as I did so. His hands roamed, brushing the front of my jeans. I gasped, and he shushed me. He rubbed me, but I squeezed my legs together and pushed his hand away. He gave up and put his hands on my waist, and they started roaming once again. Up, this time. First squeezing my breasts from outside my shirt, and kissing me, but then stopped and ran his hands up my waist into my shirt . "No." I said, and tried to push his hand away, but he was stronger than me and kept it there. I clenched my eyes shut and felt a kiss on my cheek. He pulled his hand away and pushed his waist against mine. I felt him. He was rock hard. "I wanna fuck you." "Hah. I know." He leaned in and kissed me again, grabbing my ass and pressing me against him. It turned me on, a lot. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. "
"Okay." I let out a weak laugh. The touch of his hand in mine lingered for a moment before he pulled it away. We parted ways.
Another day of pretending we didn't have feelings for each other.
Another day of feeling this pain.