"NO!" she cried. The defeat was humiliating. How could she have lost control like that last night? It had caused her nothing but trouble.
Mark smiled broadly in excitement.
"Thank you. Well...when do you want to do it? I'm free now."
Johanna looked up in shock.
"Now?!"
"Yes now. We can go back to your place if you like. I have condoms," he said, patting his pocket.
"But...what...I..." Johanna was blusting to think of a reason why they couldn't do it now. She was a respectable person. She drank tea. She wasn't some whore who sold her body!
But Mark was standing up. He knew where she lived.
"Come on," he said, taking her arm gently.
Johanna allowed herself to be led all the way back to her apartment and through her door. She was in a state of shock.
Mark was standing there, looking at her, unsure of what to do.
Good she thought. What does he expect?
And then, suddenly, he was kissing her, full on the mouth, his tongue wriggling it's way inside.
Johanna cried out, pushing him away.
"What the hell -!!"
"This is going to happen whether you like or not Johanna!" said Mark, a little flushed at his boldness.
She stood against the wall, silently. He moved slowly towards her.
"I don't want to hurt you. It's very simple what I want."
His hands found her hips and she felt them sliding slowly upwards over her breasts, his fingers lightly pinching her nipples through her cotton shirt and bra --
"No!" she cried, pushing him away and running towards the other side of the room. Suddenly, and with a gasp of agony, she felt something grab her hair and pull her down to the bed.
Mark released her and straddled her waist, pressing down on her, pinning her to the bed.
"I said I didn't want to hurt you..." he said sorrowfully, and ripped open her button-up shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and her bra, still worn from the previous night, was exposed.
Mark grabbed them and buried his face between them.
Johanna felt tears welling up in her eyes as Mark's rough stubble scratched her soft and supple skin.
Clearly a bit ashamed of himself for hurting her, he didn't expose her breasts, though he dearly longed to see what they looked like under the lacy bra.
Instead, he reached up her black dress, feeling for her panties. He found them and pulled them quickly down over her long and shapely legs that had taunted him for so long.
Johanna didn't see his movements as acts of kindness. Resigned to the fact that she was going to be had, she balled her fists tightly and squeezed her eyes shut, reasoning that this was all happening so that John knew nothing.
Mark was trying to make this as comfortable as possible for her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel embarrassed, so he had left her breasts untouched. He realised that this wasn't going to be comfortable for her at all if she was wet when he entered her so, rather awkwardly, he rubbed her pussy in the hopes that this would be pleasurable for her. He had always imagined doing this would elicit moans and orgasms for women, but Johanna took a sharp intake of breath, and he could tell what he was doing was hurting her. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and instead put her legs over his shoulders and put his head under her dress, his tongue searching. He made his way up the inside of her thigh, licking madly as he got closer and closer to his destination...
"Oh god no..." he heard Johanna moan. "Please...just get it over with."
Mark slowly pulled his head out from under her dress and looked at her.
Even now, with her shirt open, her makeup smeared from crying and red scratch marks where his chin had been, she look absolutely beautiful. He drank in the sight of her, and suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why was he doing this? Why was he forcing himself upon a beautiful, stunning woman like this just because he had seen an accident any drunken woman would have done? She was right. Just get it over with.
Johanna saw him open the fly of his jeans, and shut her eyes tight. She could only hear the crackling of the condom packet being opened and the sliding sound of it being rolled on. Then, silence.
She gasped.
Her dress had been thrown up, letting fresh, freezing air cool her legs. Then, she felt his dick pressing against her. She wasn't ready. But it would be over quicker this way.
She gripped the sheets tightly as Mark pressed slowly and painfully further and further into her, finally reaching the extent of his length.
She felt breath on her face and opened her eyes. Mark was lying almost on top of her, his face inches from hers, his eyes closed in ecstasy. At least he was enjoying himself.
Johanna turned her head away as he began to move inside her, noting, but not appreciating, his gentleness. Hearing no complaint from Johanna, Mark moved faster, and faster, groaning loudly as the moment approached.
Johanna had to bite her lip hard to stop from crying out in pain. He was hurting her. No matter what he did to try and help.
Finally, pressing himself as far in as he could get, Mark climaxed, shooting his load safely into the condom. He collapsed on top of Johanna, crushing her with his weight, sighing deeply.
Realising what he was doing, he quickly pulled out and moved off of Johanna, letting her breath.
"Never again. I have you promise," she said, her eyes still tightly shut.
"Never again," he agreed, collecting his things and leaving.
There was one positive thing that came from all that hardship.
John never found out about his girlfriend's illicit affairs during his absence, but he returned to a pregnant Johanna.
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