Teardrops
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At Sammy and Nelson's house
February 13 20:26
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Sammy and Nelson were at their house, it was late and the two laid by one another. For once, a moment where she wasn't with George. Sammy lays in bed with him, her head on his shoulder as he plays with her hair. It was a nice, quiet moment. No yelling, no bickering, none of it– just silence. Nice and peaceful silence. The only sounds being their breathing and the buzzing sound of Liverpool muffled by the walls. Sammy is still thinking about George while she's with Nelson, she still doesn't understand why she keeps thinking about him even though she has a boyfriend. Was it because George was giving her the things Nelson wasn't? Was it his looks, maybe how gentle he was in bed? There were many reasons why she could possibly want George, but who knows.
Sammy looks up at Nelson, her eyes look tired and her eye bags are somewhat noticeable in this current state. “Nelly.. I have to go to work soon.. but gosh, I don't want to leave.” She murmured sweetly, caressing his hips slow and tenderly. "Then why don't you stay? It won't hurt you y'know? Plus, I think it would be nice if you spent a little more time with me. I miss hearing your little whimpers and whines Sammy.." Nelson says, sounding a bit aroused. Groping her backside, giving it a firm yet somewhat gentle squeeze. Eugh, Sammy never liked it when he talked about or said things like that. She just giggled nervously, her face looking a bit uncomfortable. Gently moving his hand away from her bottom. “Ah.. really now?” She reluctantly broke eye contact with him. Sammy didn’t like having sex with Nelson, but he always insisted on it. “Mhm.. What do you say? Want to shag before you go to work?” He asked, his hands moving towards some dangerous territory. “Ah… maybe later dear..? Uhm, let’s go to the living room, yea..? I heard there’s a new show on the air..!” Nelson groaned, he didn't want to go down stairs. He wanted to just have sex with sammy. “...Fine. Let’s go then.”
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21:30, The living room.
After a bit they went to the living room, it was just an ordinary 60’s living room. Sammy sat on the couch with Nelson by her side, her head on his shoulder while they watched the telly. It was the television making noise, currently airing a comedy sitcom and it was quite amusing. For them at least. Sammy kept looking at the clock, she was supposed to be at work by like.. 10:20 pm and it was 9:33 pm. She was getting impatient, she wanted to tell Nelson that she had to go but she knows that if she does he'll throw a fit like every other time. She simply sighed as she got up from the couch to go to the bathroom, Nelson quickly grabbed her hand, firmly but not rough enough to hurt her. “Where are you going?” He asked sternly, shooting her a glare. Good god he’s mad now. “A-Ah… I’m going to the bathroom. I have work, remember? I have to be there by 10, Nelson...” Sammy answered, her voice sounding more agitated.
“Whatever, can we at least have sex again? It’s been a while since we shagged, y'know?” He insisted, pulling Sammy closer to him. Sammy quickly pushed him away, which is new even to her. Previously she would have never in her life say no to sex with him, but either way ouch. Nelson looked baffled as Sammy pushed him away, she's never done this before and yet NOW she's pushing him away? My god this lass has gone woke! “I’m not having sex with you, Nelson. I need to get to work or else we won't have any bloody food on the table!” Sammy’s tone left no room for any arguments, channeling all the courage she could. As she goes up stairs, Nelson gets ahold of her wrist. “Listen, Sammy, whatever they told you or whatever you heard is nothing but just something to push you away from me. Come on baby, let me feel that sweet body of yours again...”He kept insisting, and she kept refusing. Trying to get away from Nelson's grip, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Sammy, I won’t say it again. We. Are. Having. Sex. Got it?” He threatened, the tension that formed in the air getting thicker and almost suffocating the poor lass. Sammy sighed, she knew that he wouldn’t budge, even if she keeps on saying no and walks away he will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to have sex. She nods in defeat, looking up at Nelson with soft eyes. “Fine, j-just make it quick.” Nelson smirks, he knows that Sammy can’t truly say no, she knows that he will beg until he gets what he wants like a child begging for his mum to give him candy.
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21:56, Their bedroom.
Sammy lays on her stomach nude, her hands gripping the sheets not from pleasure or satisfaction, but just out of pity to make him think that she was enjoying herself. Nelson held onto her hips as he thrusted in and out of her like a dog in heat. Quiet whimpers and soft whines coming from her mouth, she didn’t like how rough he was being with her. Closing her eyes in the moment, imagining that Nelson was George. Only issue is that Nelson isn’t like George. George was more gentle, more loving, more… sweet. Nelson was just rough, and only cared for his pleasure.
“Mgh.. Nelly… go slower… please..” She whimpers, hoping that this hell would stop. “H-Hehehe.. Shh Sammy… just take it dear.. I know you love it Sammy..~” He kept going faster, he held onto her hips tighter. Sammy tried to sound like she liked it, it was just the same thing she did every time. She acted like she liked it but let’s be honest… who would like to be fucked by a guy whom eats anything that has grease or oil? God she really wishes it was George.
Once she finally came, even though she faked it, it was much appreciated. Nelson rubs her backside gently before giving it a firm slap. Giggling at the little yelp she let out. He pulled out after a bit, hitting Sammy’s backside with his softened member. “Hehehe… that was fun yeah?”He asked, laying on top of Sammy, nuzzling his head on the crook of her neck. Sammy didn’t say anything, she felt so yucky and disgusting. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah… fun.” Her voice a simple, but weak mumble. Barely managing to get up, limping to the bathroom. She felt sick, dirty and useless too. Quickly stepping into the shower, letting the warm water hit her body. She weeps softly, her teardrops blending with the water. God she felt so horrible, not because she had sex that she didn’t want to but because she was going to be late. Girl… your schedule is the least of our worries. You literally had sex with an absolute pig.
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22:34, The Liverpool streets.
Sammy was speed walking to the Cavern club, oh so irritated and sore after the sex. She wanted to die, she wanted to kill him, she wanted to die. She couldn’t walk that well but it wasn’t like the obvious sex way but the “I just got crushed by a fat guy” way. She had to hurry because she didn’t want to be any more late than she already was. She just put on some jeans and a turtleneck shirt, her hair was still wet but it was neatly combed the best she could. She was almost at the cavern, damn near praying that George wasn't at the club tonight.
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Chapter 4, Teardrops end.