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My stomach turned as I slowly pulled into the space in front of the Starbucks about an hour away from where I lived. I stepped out of my car and walked inside, catching sight of the nearest empty table. I made my way towards it and sat. I rested a hand against my chin and felt the sweat building on my forehead as I thought of…her. I’d known her for almost two and a half years, but only over the internet. Where was she? She had texted me moments ago saying she was already in here. My stomached turned; what if this were a joke? It had to be a joke, I had been such a dick to her before. The police were here and they were going to arrest me for meeting a 17-year-old girl for sex. My eyes turned towards to two men sitting at the table towards the end of the store, surely this was the police here to arrest me. There was no Amy here tonight, just two undercover detectives here to punish me for the crimes I had been imagining committing in my head that had left me hard for the first thirty minutes of my drive. I felt as if vomit were going to spew all over the freshly wiped table, until I heard the noise of the door opening and footsteps approaching from behind me. I let out a sigh of relief as I realized she had simply been in the bathroom. I gave her a smile as she arrived at my table. “Hi,” she muttered, barely audible as her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. I greeted her, my eyes roaming up and down her body secretly. ‘Wow’ was all I could think, until a wave of disappointment hit me. The young, tiny body of the fifteen-year-old girl I had remembered watching over webcam had matured slightly. Her face was less puffy and she seemed a LOT çankaya escort curvier. “Ugh, no, don’t think what you’re thinking. You’re not a pedophile, you like women. You just love the thought of such an innocent little girl.” I thought to myself as I looked over her shape once more, and finally, at her face. Her eyes had a darkness in them that made me recall the numerous taboo acts she had committed. I could think of nothing but the number of cocks that had made their way through this girl. “Would you like some coffee?” I looked at her and cocked my head slightly. She let out a simple nod. “Any particular kind?” She shook her head. Jesus, she didn’t talk much. “Alright, I’ll be back.” I got up and went to the counter, ordering the coffee. Moments later, I received the two cups and made my way back to the table. We sat, making idle chat and drinking the coffee. She talked like she was a lot older, as if she had been through a lot more that a 17-year-old girl should have. I was eager to get the idle chat over and done with, so I spoke up and suggested we head off to the car. She looked nervous, but she got up and nodded her head and followed me back to my car. We got in and sat there motionless for a minute, perhaps we were waiting for the other to make the first move? The time for the first move came and went when I started my car and backed out ready to get to the Ramada that I had made reservations at. You know those long car trips where you end up losing yourself in the road? That ten minute car trip had me completely lost, a lost I felt like I was never returning from. The keçiören escort car rid seemed to take forever. Occasionally, she would turn to me and make more idle chat. The obvious fear dripped from my voice every time I responded to her. She gave me a sympathetic look, and in an attempt to comfort me, she slid a hand along my thigh and to my crotch. I tensed a little as she gently grasped it. Her dark eyes turned to me and her slightly glossed lips curved into a sinister smile. “How about a massage to ease your nerves?” Her voice was cold, yet so, so enticing. I gulped and slowly nodded my head, though I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I let out a small groan as I felt her hand manipulating my cock through my pants, the precum slowly staining its way through my jeans. Oh my god, no one had ever done anything this exciting to me before. Aha, a 29-year-old that had never gotten a hand job in a car. Wait no, of course I had, except this one was different. There was just something so amazingly appealing about this girl. At this point, I was so confused. How could I let myself obsess over the girl I had left so long ago in an effort to make her not obsess over me? Finally, the parking lot of the hotel. I made my way into a parking space and her hand slipped away from my cock slightly brushing up against my thigh as it left it’s resting spot. “I already checked in we can just walk in,” I said as I unlocked the car for her. She didn’t even need to ask as she opened the door and stood outside waiting for me. I watched her backside leave my car and imagined the things I would be doing behind etimesgut escort closed doors. What happens in the Ramada stays in the Ramada I said to myself… ha yeah right. I can just imagine the stories this girl would be telling to her future sex partners about what she had done in this room tonight. Uh, who am I kidding? I don’t know the first thing about kinky sex. Was I really about to be taught this by an almost 18-year-old girl? I grabbed her hand and she stared at me strangely, her entire body seemed to tense up when I grabbed her. I led her to the door that was only a few feet away from where I had parked. She laughed and muttered about it being convenient. I took the room key out of my pocket and opened the bright red door, eager to escape the night air that seemed to have gotten chillier in the last hour. I took in the smell of the freshly cleaned motel room as I stepped in, and then made my way to the bed. She closed the door and stood there staring at me. “You really are different from the others, aren’t you?” She asked softly. I didn’t know how to respond to her question. Who were the others? I was just as perverted as anyone else, or so I thought. Maybe I really wasn’t a horny internet freak. Or was I?”I don’t know…” I mumbled as I laid back on the bed, thinking about what I was about to do. She walked up to the bed and sat next to me, resting her head inches away from mine. I turned so that my body was facing her and stared into her eyes. She looked somewhat annoyed and finally spoke. “Can we just get this over with?” I stared at her in disbelief, surprised by her directness. Here was this tender moment I though we were having, and she just seemed to slice it open with her remark. What happened to that young girl that was oh-so-desperate for love not so long ago. I imagined her cold voice telling me that the young girl was dead. Dead and gone and I had helped her die. It was as if I had taken a knife and repeatedly stabbed her and ended the innocence of a child.
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