My Sex Scandal: Once a Virgin, Now a Slut

NB: If you aren't a fan of Erotic, then please Skip to chapter 2. That's were the whole story began.

XOXO..

EVE'S POV

My hands trembled slightly as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor like a forgotten item . It felt like shedding more than just clothing-it was vulnerability laid bare.

My pant was next.

Kelvin's eyes were locked on me, dark and intense. His breath was heavy and controlled, but his expression gave him away.

There was hunger in his gaze-raw, restrained, and burning.

I hesitated at my last piece of clothing. A breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs. They pooled around my feet like a fallen secret.

"Fuck," he cursed hoarsely, his voice low and thick with desire.

I dropped my gaze, suddenly aware of how exposed I was. My skin burned with self-consciousness. But before I could retreat into myself, I felt him. He was in front of me now-close.

I looked up and found his eyes, no longer soft but wild, stormy with restraint. His irises had darkened, pupils dilated like a predator watching its prey. My breath hitched.

It was as if he wanted to pounce on me.

I closed my eyes, bracing for his touch-but it didn't come the way I expected. Instead, his hand ghosted across my stomach, a gentle, almost reverent touch. Like he wasn't sure he had the right to touch me. His fingertips trailed over my skin like a whisper.

I shivered.

He lowered his head, and then his mouth found my nipple-warm, wet, and slow. His tongue circled the hardened peak before drawing it into his mouth.

He sucked my breasts one after the other, and it felt like I was flying in the moon.

I gasped, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape my throat, but my body was betraying me.

Something primal was being unlocked inside me.

Beneath my body was a place I didn't know held much power. I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs, the ache building steadily. And then-his hand moved. Lower. Brushing the inside of my thigh. I instinctively tried to close my legs, a feeble attempt to shield how much he affected me. But he stepped between them, gently parting them with his knee.

I didn't want him to feel the effect what his action had done to me.

I was shaking and began to feel so shy.

Then, something unexpected-he took my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it. His eyes never left mine. There was a gentleness, a question in his gaze, but it was paired with the overwhelming desire thrumming between us.

His fingers moved to the zipper of his trousers, guiding my hand with his. Together, we reached in and I felt his length-warm, thick, and growing harder by the second. My eyes widened in awe.

My heart beat fast as I wondered what he was about to do next. He groaned as we wrapped our hands around his shaft, pumping slowly, his gaze not breaking from mine.

Together we massaged his dick, as he cursed under his breath, clearly struggling to hold himself back. Our rhythm quickened. His grip on me tightened and his breathing turned ragged. The veins along his length pulsed beneath my touch.

I could see that he was going to cum pretty soon.

His dick at first felt quite soft, but now he was rock hard. I stared at his long veiny dick and was marveled at how something could get rock hard by just a touch.

Touching him there felt foreign to me, but I also felt good on the inside as I saw him moan and groan.

"Ah! fuck!", he cursed under his breath.

I looked up to see his closed eyes and also looked immediately to find a warm gush coat my hand.

He raised my hands to his lips and kissed it again-tender, almost reverent.

But I could barely focus on that. My pussy was aching, burning, screaming for attention. I fought the urge to reach down and relieve the pressure myself by putting my fingers in between.

We collided in a kiss that was urgent and wild, lips clashing, tongues tangling. Our hands were everywhere-grabbing, exploring, searching for more. I couldn't seem to get enough of him.

His skin was hot against mine as he pulled me close. I moaned into his neck, inhaling his scent-woodsy, musky, masculine. While his fingers gripped my ass tightly. He pressed his hardness against my pussy again, already aroused.

He was hard again.

"I want you," I breathed into his ear.

He growled softly, "I want you too."

In one swift motion, he lifted me, laying me gently on the bed. I fumbled with his shirt, frustrated by the buttons. He helped me, and soon, our clothes were forgotten, scattered across the room. We were both bare. Nothing between us but the tension.

I pulled him into another kiss, but he moved down my body, teasing my nipples with his tongue, leaving a wet trail that made my skin pebble with need.

I pulled him back up and moaned into his mouth as his fingers traced circles on my clit. It brought me pleasure but it couldn't take me over the edge.

I didn't want to be teased. I wanted his mouth.

"Please..." I whispered, writhing under him.

"Tell me what you want." he whispered in between kisses.

"Y-your mouth," I stammered, struggling to think as he kissed my neck.

He didn't hesitate. Lifting both my legs and pushing them apart, he buried his head in my pussy.

I arched my back, my legs quivering from the pressure and loud moans ripping from my throat. He lapped at me, alternating between soft kisses and slow, delicious strokes of his tongue. I gripped his hair, anchoring myself.

"Ohh Kelvin," I gasped, feeling my juices gushing out as he lapped them up.

I was so fucking horny and his tongue was doing wonders. I could feel the sign of an upcoming orgasm.

He pushed one finger inside me and I clenched around him. I felt so full, although the fullness was foreign but thrilling.

He continued kissing my clit and thrusting his fingers lightly inside me. The slight pain disappeared and gave way to pleasure.

"Fuck" I shouted.

Once I had loosened around him, he slid in another finger. I cried as I pulled up quickly, my hand going for his wrist. I couldn't take his two fingers despite being so wet. It was too much for me.

"Relax," he murmured.

And then he found it-that spot deep inside me that made my vision go white.

"Fuuuuuck! I'm cumming!!" I screamed like a crazy woman as the orgasm slammed into me like a wave.

I gasped and threw my head back in pleasure. But he didn't stop. His fingers moved with ruthless precision, tongue never letting up.

"Kelvin!!" I screamed his name as he continued to thrust against my pleasure spot.

A deep guttural moan left me as my body shook and convulsed and he kept his fingers and face buried deeply in my pussy as I was thrown into another orgasm.

My thighs clamped around his head, but he held on, riding every wave of my release until I was trembling and gasping for air.

When he finally rose above me, his lips found mine. I kissed him like I needed him to breathe. I wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting my hips against his erect cock. I wasn't satisfied in the least. The fire within me needed something else

I reached between us, grabbing his cock.

I ignored his growl as I positioned him between us, ready for him to plunge his raging cock into me and give me what I badly desired.

But then, he pulled away from our kiss, his fingers grabbing my wrist and stopping me.

"What?" I asked, breathless.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his eyes searching mine.

I blinked, stunned by the question.

Here I was, naked in his bed and trying to guide him into me and he was asking me that?!!.

I didn't say anything and decided to show him just how much I wanted this.

I grabbed his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, trying to free my hands from his grip. But then again, he pulled from our kiss and I was starting to feel annoyed.

"What again?"

"I need your words, Love. Tell me you want me",

"I want you, Kelvin. I want you to fuck me. Take what you always desired. All of me."

The moment the words left my mouth, he kissed me deeply and positioned himself at my entrance. I should have told him it was my first time. But I didn't. Not when every nerve in my body screamed for him.

He entered in one swift thrust, and pain lanced through me.

I gasped, clenching around him.

"Shit," he cursed, freezing. "Eve... why didn't you tell me?" he growled.

I couldn't speak. I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain.

He stilled, cradling my face.

"Love?...", he called to me

When I didn't respond, he tried to pull out but I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper and groaning at the pain that followed.

"You're hurting" he said through clenched teeth.

"No," I whispered, wrapping my legs even more tight around him. "I'll be okay. Just give me a moment."

He didn't look convinced, so he held himself above me, trembling with restraint as he remained still, keeping his weight on his arms.

After a minute, the pain dulled to a throb. I nodded.

"Now... move." I said in a low voice and he thrust into me.

I gasped and he stilled.

"No. Continue. Please"

He did-slowly, carefully. And with each thrust, the pain melted into something else-need.

I now wanted him faster.

"More," I moaned.

"Eve?"

"Please..",

"Tell me if it's too much," he groaned, thrusting deeper.

He kissed my lips before grabbing my hips and thrusting hard inside of me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed. His only response was a grunt.

His control snapped. His pace quickened-raw, deep, and punishing. I screamed into the sheets, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.

Another orgasm tore through me, then another, my body clenching, twitching beneath him. He fucked me like he owned me-like he was claiming something long overdue.

He started slamming into me, Hard, brutal thrusts that shook my small frame, but I wanted more of it and he seemed to know because he pulled me to the edge of the bed and went even deeper into me.

I stuffed my mouth with the sheets. I was scared the whole house would hear me from how loud I was screaming from the pleasure.

He moved me like a rag doll, my hips meeting his thrusts until I was suspended in cloud nine. My orgasm crashing through me and leaving me boneless.

His thrusts didn't stop and my orgasm just continued. It felt like forever as I screamed into the sheets, my walls clenching hard around his thrusting cock.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fucccckkkk" he grunted loudly as he jerked one last time and I felt his seed on top of me before his body collapsed against mine.

I wanted to see his face in this vulnerable moment but another orgasm hit me and I was screaming into the sheets again.

When my orgasm finally stopped, the hunger had disappeared but I still wanted more of him.

EVE'S POV

The golden fingers of morning light slipped through the slats of the window blinds, brushing softly against my bare skin.

I stirred, tangled in warm sheets, my limbs heavy from sleep... and something else.

Last night played like a fractured dream in my mind-disjointed but unforgettable. I wasn't sure what to make of it. My body ached in ways it hadn't before, and yet, somehow, I didn't feel broken. It had been painful-yes-but also strangely intimate.

It was my first time. I had expected to see blood. Every girl I knew swore there would be blood. But there was nothing. Just the silence of morning and the lingering scent of sex.

Perhaps they were just Over exaggerating this first time sex thing.

I sat up slowly, my muscles stretching as I yawned. My gaze swept the room, searching with half-lidded eyes. The sheets beside me were empty– Kelvin wasn't in bed.

The sound of running water from the bathroom caught my attention, easing my worry as I thought that he must be the one in there.

But as the minutes ticked by and the sound didn't stop, a strange feeling crept up my spine.

Twenty minutes.

Why would he still be in there? Is he occupied with something else?

Wrapping the duvet tightly around myself, I padded quietly across the cool tile floor. I knocked on the bathroom door.

No response.

"Kelvin?" I called, my voice uncertain.

Still nothing.

Cautiously, I pushed the door open. The bathroom was empty-steam hung in the air like a ghost, the shower still gushing water into the drain.

My heart skipped.

He wasn't here.

I turned off the shower, my hand trembling. Had he forgotten to turn it off? Or... did he leave it running on purpose?

Where could he have gone so early in the morning?

Maybe he stepped out to grab breakfast or take a call.

Trying to shake off the anxiety curling in my stomach, I decided to freshen up. He'd probably be back before I was done.

But I was wrong.

I showered, dried my hair, slipped into a sundress, and even reapplied my lip balm-all the while expecting the door to open.

But it never did.

My unease deepened.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed his number.

"The number you're trying to call is not reachable..."

I tried again. And again. Same message. Panic crawled up my throat.

I threw on my sandals and headed downstairs to the front desk. The hotel lobby was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the clack of my steps.

"Good morning," I said, trying to steady my voice.

"Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you?" the receptionist replied with a warm smile.

"I... I came in yesterday with my boyfriend. Kelvin. Have you seen him this morning?"

The receptionist tilted her head, lips curling thoughtfully.

"Oh yes. He left around 6:30 a.m. Said he was heading out and that you knew about it. But from the looks of things..." she gave me a quick once-over, her smile fading.

I blinked.

"Did he say where he was going?"

"No, he didn't mention that."

I nodded stiffly.

"Thank you."

I turned away, dread anchoring itself inside me.

I called his number again. Still nothing. Each failed attempt tightened the knot in my stomach.

What happened to him? Why didn't he inform me of his plans?

Why would he abandon and leave me all alone?

Walking back to my room, various questions ran wild through my mind.

Could it be that he had been with me all this while just to have sex with me, and now he finally did, he has no need for me?.

No.. it can't be. I was just overthinking things. He certainly would be back for me.

As I reached the room and pushed the door open, my eyes fell on the now painfully obvious truth-his backpack, his shoes, his watch-everything was gone.

He hadn't just stepped out.

He had left.

I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and dialed Mary.

"Hello, sweetheart," she chirped. "Now, spill the gist! No secrets"

"Mary, that has to wait. Kelvin is gone. He's nowhere to be seen," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

EVE'S POV

I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and dialed Mary.

"Hello, sweetheart," she chirped. "Now, spill the gist! No secrets"

"Mary, that has to wait. Kelvin is gone. He's nowhere to be seen," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean gone? Like...missing?"

"I... I'm not sure. I..I",

"Eve, can you take a deep breath? Take it easy. Now calmly tell me what happened."

"I don't know. I woke up, and he wasn't her. I thought he was in the bathroom, but it was empty. He left the water running-like he wanted me to think he was there. I asked the receptionist-she said he left at 6:30 and told her I knew."

"Wait, what? Off to where? Did he tell her where he was going?"

"That's the part in which I'm clueless about. Everything's gone, Mary. His clothes. His wallet. Everything. He didn't say a word. I've been calling, but his line is off. Mary, I'm scared. What the hell is happening? I having a nervous breakdown"

"Okay. Babe. Take a deep breath and do the calms. You know what? Pack your things and get out of there. I'll come pick you up. Then we go straight to his place. Give me ten minutes."

"Please hurry."

"l be there. Just give me ten to fifteen minutes."

I nodded quickly, ending the call and stumbling toward my suitcase. My hands were trembling as I stuffed my clothes inside, trying to make sense of it all.

Then my phone buzzed again.

Mary.

I picked up immediately.

"Hey, Mary-"

"Eve, you're in serious trouble." Her voice was sharp, panicked.

"I don't understand. What kind of trouble?",

"Have you checked the school blog?"

"What?" My heart froze. "No... why?"

"Go check it now." she screamed

I hung up and opened the browser with trembling hands.

My scream got caught in my throat.

There I was.

Naked.

Exposed.

Defiled.

Photos of me-photos I never consented to-plastered across the school's blog. Dozens of them. Intimate. Graphic. Humiliating. My nude was all over the Internet.

No, no, no.

No, this can't be happening! It has to be a dream. This cannot be true!

I staggered backward, my legs buckling. My phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.

The images there didn't even appear to show me in the right frame of mind. It's almost as if I was drugged or something. But it was In this exact room.

Multiple men-faces blurred-surrounded me in sickening poses. My face was dazed and distant.

No, I don't want my fantasies to run wild.

Kelvin will never be able to do this to me. He adores me. He can't possibly be the one responsible for this.

I tried to reassure myself that this was not Kelvin's doiu. But the reality kept hitting back even harder.

Why would he do such a thing to me?

Why would he taint my image in this way? Why??

Why will he do this when I have done nothing wrong?

I provided him with what he had always desired: sex. So why would he repay me in such a heinous manner?

One of the images appears to display me giving a man a blowjob while being fucked in a doggy style.

This never happened.

Kelvin and I had sex, just the two of us. I didn't do... this.

I picked up the phone and stared at the screen again, the comments stabbing me like knives:

"Oh my, this is so Sickening"

"What a slut!"

"Eve Edward? That innocent rich girl? Ha!"

"Low-budget whore."

"You have got a wide pussy, Bitch!",

"Bet she can't even remember their names."

"Wanna go for round two, bitch?"

My hands covered my face as sobs tore from my throat. This couldn't be real.

Kelvin wouldn't do this. He loved me. He cared-

But the empty bed said otherwise.

The turned-on shower.

The lies to the receptionist.

The vanished belongings.

He had planned it all.

I tried to believe once again that I was in a

bizarre dream, but this was not the case.

This is all really!!!!

I curled up on the floor, tears soaking into the carpet, and let out a scream that echoed through the silent room.

"Kelvin!!"