Chapter 1
You picked up your skirt as you stepped out onto the muddy street. It had been raining for days and you couldn’t say you were thrilled. Sure, you loved rainy days, but there was such a thing as too many. You were running out to grab your father a newspaper. You were instructed to get him his Times and rush back to the bakery.
Your family owned a little hole-in-the-wall bakery that had been in the family for generations. When you finished school and were unsuccessful in finding a husband, it became your whole life. You enjoyed working there. There were other, more glamorous lifestyles you preferred to live, but a cute little bakery in a busy city wasn’t anything to sneer at.
The bell dinged as you opened to door and reentered the little building. There was one lady standing at the counter, who you recognized as a friend of the family. Mrs. Tieman used to babysit you and she always got a discount on her daily scone. She was already being helped by your mother, so you went around back to deliver your dad his news.
A few moments passed when you heard another ding from the entrance. You peeked through the door to the back room to see who it was. It was then that you were faced with the kind eyes of Steve Rogers.
You opened the door completely and insisted to your mother that you could help him. She went around back, leaving you alone in the store with Steve. You had known Steve for a while, as you had gone to the same high school. You were a sophomore when he was a senior. You had also known his best friend Bucky for just as long. You didn’t talk to him much, but you’d seen him in passing when you talked with Steve.
“What can I do for you today?” You asked with a bright smile as he approached the counter. He returned your smile before asking for a blueberry scone. “You’re in luck, just came out of the oven” you said as you packed one into a small paper bag for him.
“Not so much luck,” he started “why do you think I get here so early?” He chuckled as he reached for his wallet. “Well, I hoped it was to see me” you replied with a slightly flirtatious grin. He turned a subtle shade of pink at your comment. You two had been ‘flirting’ since you were in high school. He didn’t exactly get many girls, and you were more than happy to be his one.
“About that,” his voice was quiet and shy “would you like to go out sometime?” His face just got redder as he spoke. You sensed him relax when you smiled in return to his question. “I’d love to go out. What were you thinking?” You asked as you handed him his scone.
“A movie?” He put out as a feeler. You liked the idea of a movie as a first date. The film prevents any awkward small talk, but opens up conversation topics for before and after. Not to mention the touchy feelys that go on in a parked car at a drive in.
“Sounds good!” You cheerily replied. “Great! Pick you up tomorrow at 8:00” he sounded grateful and accomplished as he waved goodbye and took off down the busy New York street.
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Steve was giddy as he entered Bucky’s apartment. Bucky had been sitting on this couch mindlessly flipping through one of his mum’s old magazines. Grateful for a reason to put it down, he got up to greet Steve.
“How’d it go?” He asked his best friend as his swung an arm over Steve’s shoulders. “It was good” he answered vaguely. Bucky hoped he was ramping up to something. “I’ve got a date for tomorrow night!” Steve couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.
“Alright! That’s my man” he cheered as he clapped his hand on his back. “It is with that gal from the bakery, right?” he teased. Steve shyly nodded in confirmation. As if he had any other prospects lined up. “At 8” Steve clarified “for a drive in movie.”
“Oh, you know what happens in the front seat at the drive in, don’t you?” Bucky chuckled. “I’m sure you know far better than I do, Buck.” Steve laughed it off. “Well, you know what to do, don’t you?” Bucky began to pry. He couldn’t let his best friend go on a date without knowing anything about the birds and the bees.
“I have… an idea” Steve began to trail off. “But that doesn’t really matter, because nothing’s going to happen on a first date.” Steve said with an unconfident amount of finality. Bucky wasn’t having it. “You can’t assume that, bakery girl might be freaky” he teased.
“Don’t say that” Steve insisted “she’s a nice girl” he began to lose train of thought as he thought about her. “She’s so pretty, and she’s smart too! That’s just as important. And she’s a great cook, I mean, have you had these things?” He gestured to his bag of scones. “I just can’t wait to spend the evening with her. I’m never bored talking to her, y’know? And her eyes, you can just get lost in ‘em” Bucky’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Don’t forget about her jugs. I bet you could get lost in those too.” He snickered at his own remark. Steve rolled his eyes and continued on. “I just really want her to like me” he gave a nervous sigh. Bucky reassured him with a pat on the shoulder, “anyone would be crazy not to like you.”
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You were getting ready for your night out with Steve when you heard a knock at the door. You hadn’t quite finished your hair and makeup and started to worry you were behind schedule. You looked at the clock to see it was only a quarter after 7:00. You were a tad confused as to who it might be when you opened the door.
You were even more confused to see Bucky on the other side. He was smiling kindly with his perfect, white teeth. You didn’t exactly know how to react to your unexpected guest.
“Bucky, hi! Is- is Steve with you?” You wondered as you peered past the door looking for him. Bucky took a step forward, blocking your view of the hallway. “Nope, just me.” He clarified. “Oh, I just, I wasn’t expecting you” you didn’t know how to act in this somewhat awkward situation.
“Mind if I step in?” He asked as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. His tone of voice made you believe it too. You clumsily stepped aside to let him enter and apologized for not inviting him in sooner. When he closed the door behind him you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click too.
“Not to sound rude, but… why are you here?” You tried not to sound impatient or anything. You genuinely were just curious about the origin of his visit. “Steve’s so excited for your date tonight, and he spoke so highly of you. I just had to come down and see for himself.” He said simply.
“What do you mean?” You asked “you’ve seen me plenty of times.” You shook your head with a confused smile. “That’s not what I mean doll” his eyes were darker now as he stepped closer. He leaned in, grabbing your face in both his hands, and went for the kiss.
You pushed away quickly and he backed off. “Nothing serious doll,” approached again “just some fun. Just testing the goods” he smirked. You were disgusted by his words, but even more by his attitude. You were close to slapping him across the face.
“What is wrong with you!? How little do you think of me that you think I would agree to a date with someone and then sleep with their best friend? And less than an hour before the date, no less!” You were infuriated, both by his proposition and by the stupid, smug smile on his lips.
“Get out!” You shouted, pointing the door he had just used. “Oh come on now doll, I knew you’d be feisty.” He came closer to you again. While you were still angry, his persistence also brought about some fear in you. “I’m not playing around, I want you to leave.” You tried sounding confident in your words. He just continued to approach.
It was only a few more steps and he had you backed against a wall. You were practically cowering against it as he towered over you menacingly. You saw an evil glint in his eye and that damn smirk just made you angrier. He leaned in once again for a kiss and you violently pushed and struggled against him. He grabbed you by the upper arms and slammed you against the wall.
“I like when a girl has a fight in her” he taunted before crashing his lips against yours. You wiggled and thrashed but he held you between him and the wall. There was no escape from his bruising kisses. His tongue weaseled its way into your mouth. Your natural instinct was to bite it upon entry. He pulled away harshly with a grunt.
“You tricky little bitch” he said as he slapped you right across the face. You gasped at the sting and your hand cradled the red print on the left side of your face. When you looked back at him you were terrified to see any remaining patience completely dissipated. He was angry and lustful; a mix with which you did not want to be faced.
“Get over here” he grunted as he gripped your arm and dragged you across your apartment into the living area. He threw you onto the couch by a small coffee table and pounced on you. He was atop you, keeping you pinned as he straddled your thighs. “You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight.” He said as he tore open the buttons at the top of your dress. You screamed at the sound and at the look in his eyes as they roved the newly exposed skin.
He pulled down the straps of your brassiere and tugged it down your chest, exposing your breasts to him. You screeched again as he roughly grabbed them with both hands. He kneaded them harshly and you couldn’t help but to swat at his arms in a panic. He lowered his hands to the hem of your skirt before pulling it up, revealing your pink, frilly panties.
“You wear these for Stevie?” He questioned as shoved his hand past the waistband. “Please!” You screamed with a vigor renewed by his actions. “Please don’t do this. I’m saving myself for marriage.” You tried to express your pleas to him.
“Marriage? You mean you weren’t going to give anything up to Steve tonight? I guess it’s even better that I’m breaking you in” he said before his fingers swiped through your folds. You released a sob when he plunged a finger into your hole. You continued to cry as he didn’t let up.
“I’m usually better at getting the ladies wet,” he sighed before withdrawing his hand. “Guess I’ll be going in dry.” He undid the belt of his trousers. “No, no please.” You struggled and writhed underneath him but it did nothing to stop him from releasing his cock from the top of his pants. He didn’t bother pulling them down farther than he needed to.
Another cry escaped you when he ripped your panties from you. He adjusted himself on top of you so he would be between your thighs rather than on them. He spread them and wedged himself there before pressing his body flush to yours. He brought his his face right by yours and and put his mouth to your ear.
“Try to enjoy this, will ya doll? A girl always remembers her first time.” And with that he rammed himself inside you. The stretch of your pussy around his girth was agonizing. You shouted out as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. He slammed his hand over your mouth to silence your screams.
“I’m gonna take my hand away ‘cause I want to hear all those pretty noises. You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” You nodded behind his hand and he pulled it away. It took you only a second to yell as loud as you could for help. It took him even less time to send his fist into your gut with an excruciating jab. The breath was knocked out of you.
“Next time, I break a rib” he warned before he pulled his hips back and crashed them back into you. You had to fight to contain the scream that bubbled into your throat. He was rough and merciless as he rutted into you at a painful speed. The pace he set felt needlessly cruel.
“Ya know, Stevie makes you sound real good the way he talks about you. I just had to get a taste.” He licked his lips before he continued, his thrusts never faltering. “But waiting ‘til marriage? You’d really do that to him?” He paused for a moment to grunt as he hit a particularly deep place inside you.
“Tell you what, you put out for Stevie tonight, and I won’t come back here tomorrow and fuck you in a different hole.” Your eyes widened at that. You could assume what he was implying, but you didn’t dare think about it. “Not much, just give him some head and you’ll never hear from me again. Deal?”
You stared up at him with teary eyes. You refused to answer his ridiculous line of questioning and turned your head away from him. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.
“Answer me!” He shouted in your face. “No! Did you come here and do this to me just to get your friend some action?” You accused. You didn’t understand how he had continued to thrust into you while you had this unbearable conversation.
“I don’t think you understood me doll, it wasn’t a request. So either you suck your new little boyfriend’s dick in that car, or I come back here tomorrow and test out your tight little asshole.” He stared down evilly at you. You whimpered at the mere thought of him doing that to you. “What’s it gonna be doll?” He groaned, never ceasing his movements. You couldn’t find your words, just staring blankly at him.
“Maybe you don’t get what I’m threatening you with…” at that he pulled out of you and flipped you over. You screamed with this motion before scrambling to speak. “No, no! I’ll do it.” Bucky grabbed his cock before lining it up with your other hole. “What will you do?” He pried. “I’ll- I’ll give Steve a blowjob” you said with a defeated sigh.
“Good girl” he uttered before pushing himself back into your pussy. With this new angle it only allowed him to reach deeper places inside you. You whimpered when he grabbed your hips and pulled him into you. You had gotten barely wet enough to accommodate his large size, and certainly not wet enough to enjoy this. You were almost glad he didn’t subject you to any pleasure you would surely deem as shameful.
“Good little whore” he grunted with a particularly brutal thrust. “So tight for me.” His pounding seemed to never slow. He stretched you so wide, and his pace never allowed you to adjust to the sting. Tears poured down your face as you lay there, trying to pretend you were somewhere else.
“Where’d all that fight go doll?” He teased you. You simply buried your head into the cushion in response. “Oh c’mon, give me something” you lifted your head with a yelp when his open palm collided with your rear. “That’s it, make some noise for me.” He spanked you again, harder this time. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you couldn’t help the cry that made its way out of your mouth.
He gripped your hips bruisingly as he rammed into you. You could feel the drag of his dick along your walls with every thrust. And then, you felt the head of his cock pulse inside of you. His pace only picked up as he approached what you assumed to be his climax.
“Good girl, good little whore” he moaned under his breath before withdrawing from you. He pumped himself a few times before releasing over your ass. You felt the warm liquid spray onto your skin. He smacked your thigh, presumably to avoid touching the mess he had just made on you, and got up from the couch.
He put himself back in his pants and did them up. He seemed unphased by your sobbing form curled up on the couch. You didn’t move, just lay there praying for the moment he’d leave you in peace. He fixed himself up so he looked more presentable and he made his way to the door.
“Remember,” he started, and alerted your attention back to him “show Stevie a good time tonight” and with that he was out the door. You heard the door shut behind him and allowed yourself to dissolve into tears. They just kept streaming down your face until you couldn’t cry anymore. You didn’t get up from the couch, you just wallowed in your misery.