Uncle Grant and I

My name is Carmen Smith, and I had just started my freshman year in university. With my innocent face and standout curves, I was voted as campus beauty.But lately, a rumor had been spreading. It claimed I was easy, always hanging out with a bunch of bald old men.The details made it sound almost real. I couldn't explain myself, and I didn't even dare go to compulsory physical education classes anymore. That was because too many boys would circle me, staring and calling me Milk Bags."Look at Milk Bags running like that. Who is she trying to seduce?""I heard she serves several sugar daddies in one night. She's really something."Some young men even teamed up to block my way, talking in a mocking tone. "How much for one night? We can give you some business."Hands on me without a second thought was nothing. To make matters worse, they would crowd in and push me to the center, their warm bodies right up against me. That made my skin crawl.My waist and stomach were already sensit

In my daze, my hand slipped under Uncle Grant's shirt. His chest felt solid and hard, and it felt good.Uncle Grant's breathing grew heavier, his rough hand sliding over my skin. He held me close against him, from my hips up to my lower belly, and I could feel him pushing against me. Larry pressed his face against my chest from the front, squeezing me.I felt like the filling in a sandwich, and I was about to burst.Ding dong!The doorbell rang suddenly.At first, none of us wanted to stop, but it kept ringing again and again, like it knew someone was home.I snapped out of it first. When I looked down and saw the marks on my body, my face burned. I shoved Larry away and ran into the bathroom.I stayed inside for a long time before I finally came out.Everyone was gone, with only food being left on the table.Uncle Grant had ordered takeout for me, and the delivery had arrived just now.After my parents passed away, not only had Uncle Grant paid for my studies, but he had als

I felt a flicker of fear inside of me as I accidentally teased Jack. This really was playing with fire.From the look in Jack's eyes, there was no way he could hold out until we reached Hotel La Passion. I was worried he could not even wait until he got indoors, and that thought made my heart pound even faster.Fortunately, there was an abandoned old classroom building nearby.Jack carried me into an empty room, kicked the door open, and pressed me back against the door without even bothering to close it. His kisses came one after another.It was the first time anyone had ever kissed me. My head spun, and I couldn't tell if it was nerves or lack of air. My whole body went limp, and I only stayed upright because he was holding me so tightly.His hands moved restlessly as he kissed his way down from my face.When he reached my chest, he yanked my clothes up in his impatience, leaving my breasts exposed and burning with embarrassment close to his face. He lowered his head with a kin

True. I really needed to change my clothes.I glanced up and saw the sky had become dark.Luckily, the dance club wasn't far, and they hardly ever locked the doors. Practice would have wrapped up by now, and everyone should have left.I pulled Jack's jacket tight around me and slipped into their changing room. This was where you could sometimes borrow an extra outfit. My roommate Shana had told me that.She had also said that once, after messing around with her boyfriend in the grove behind the track, her clothes had gotten ruined. So, she had snuck in here, grabbed something to wear, and returned it later. The owner never even got mad.Larry couldn't really come inside, so he stayed outside, keeping watch.I rummaged around for a while before I finally found a locker that wasn't locked.There was only one dance outfit inside. It was a silver dress with a long fringe and a wide open neckline. The hem barely reached the top of my thighs. At least there was a pair of white dance s

Uncle Grant panicked. "Whatever it is, it's my fault, Carmen! But… You have to tell me what's going on, too!"The more I thought about everything, the more neglected I felt. So, I stopped holding back. "Grant, I like you. You always think I'm too young, so all I could do was keep things inside. I keep making messes on purpose so that you'll worry about me and never leave me! But it feels like I'm being selfish on purpose…"Grant didn't look shocked, and he simply went quiet.His reaction only made me angrier, so I decided to stop pretending and eventually told him another secret.Three years ago, his family had introduced him to a really nice woman. They had gotten along well to the point that they were talking about marriage.I went to find her and told her in secret that Grant only looked decent on the surface, but he kept putting his hands on me at night, and that we had already slept together. She had slapped him across the face and walked away, and she had never come back.W