Free Hard Rocking Lover by Kalena Lyons

sort of old fashioned, I guess you could say. I always… this is going to sound crazy, but I always identified more with the villains.”
    “Were you an underdog, Laura?”
    “In a lot of ways. I was an only child, and I had a pretty active imagination. I developed early, and wasn’t comfortable with all the leers, so I decided to take up running to see if I could tone my body down a little.
    “Anyways,” she continued. “There was this one boy when I was in high school named Mark. I didn’t know much about him, but he always had this sinister sort of leer about him. He was a loner too, and I kind of used to worship him from afar. He always seemed so aloof but… very handsome in a dark way. Like an attractive serial killer,” she chuckled. “So he was… sort of the first boy I ever… masturbated to. And I was raised Catholic, so that whole guilt thing… it’s a big deal.”
    “What went through your head when you masturbated?”
    “It was twenty years ago. What’s… important about this is that I remember maybe a couple years after I graduated and was in college. We were at this party, and I saw him there. I had a few beers and we were talking… and he asked me to go for a walk down by this park. So I did, and he was still very, very good looking.”
    “Were you a virgin?”
    “At this point… no. But I was still inexperienced. So we started fooling around…” Suddenly, the thought began lighting up her body. She began to feel beads of sweat and burgeoning warmth between her legs. She was looking straight up at Jack, who was recording her the whole time, an utterly impassive look on his face. She remembered Dan had once propositioned recording their sex lives and the thought had utterly repelled her. But here she was, naked in front of an absolute stranger taping her, writhing at the very thought of some boy she hadn’t seen in almost fifteen years. She was not only comfortable but she was irremediably turned on. She decided to come right out and ask Jack.
    “Look,” she said with a slight fluster. “Would you mind if I… touch myself?”
    “Would that make you more comfortable?”
    She nodded, and Jack did so in return. She continued as she began stroking the folds of her sex, already glistening and damp from the strangeness of the morning. “We were fooling around and… I wanted to seem a little worldlier. So I asked him if I could take him in my mouth. I’m not… I’m not usually that forward, but I guess I still had a crush on him. Even though it was night, we had to sort of hide near this covering. There were always joggers around. Anyways, I started sucking him off and… I had never done that before. I didn’t really know what I was doing, and he was really… kind of rough with me. He was calling me all sorts of names, and I began to feel embarrassed. But, I was also really turned on. So as he was… basically using my mouth, all of a sudden we saw this jogger. Maybe twenty feet away, watching us,” she explained between gasps. The thought of Jack recording this for posterity was getting to be too much. She pinched her nipples for him, smiling as she closed her eyes and continued recounting the story.
    “Anyways, he got scared… his dad was a cop… and he zipped up his pants and ran in the opposite direction. He just left me there, drunk and helpless while this jogger just looked at me with the most disgusted look on his face. I was so humiliated,” she paused, gasps pouring out of her as she felt the dampness in her being brought out to the forefront. Her eyes were closed as Jack pressed the pause button on his phone.
    “You forgot the worst part of it,” he said nonchalantly as he leaned over her, rolling her onto her stomach. “The worst part is that you loved every second of it.”
    The words reached right into her. This was the first time she had ever even told this story, and this stranger had gazed right into the depths of her soul. She was left stunned and with at a