Poor Little American Girl

SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATING, MY FATHER IS SICK AND IM THE ONLY HELPING HAND WITHOUT A JOB
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Everyone's eyes bore into her as she walked side by side with Missy to the rest of the crew. They heard the stories, but they had to witness it for themselves to see exactly what Bam and Ville were talking about. Nathalia looked over at Ville and gave him a wink, while he on the other hand blushed and looked at his feet. When no one said anything but stare mercilessly at Nathalia, Missy took it upon herself to do the introductions. "Everyone this is Nathalia. Nathalia that's Ryan, Novak, Dico, and you already know Ville and Bam". Everyone waved when their names were mentioned except Ville and Bam.

"Hey you want a beer" Bam asked.

"Yea, sure. Thanks" she smiled returning her gaze to Ville. No one said anything yet which of course was killing the whole room.

"So you're the one Ville's gone crazy for" Novak finally said. "So you fast company, got a boyfriend" he started shooting questions at her. She looked at Ville and mouthed 'What the fuck'. Everyone noticed and started laughing. Immediately they started talking again, finally Novak's dirty mouth helped in a situation. Two hours later Nathalia finds herself in front of the jukebox slowly rocking to the song playing. Ville stood next to the jukebox watching her figure sway with closed eyes. They didn't really talk to each other all night, but stayed in each other's company.

"Can we talk in private" he whispered in her ear. She slowly opened her eyes and stared into his green ones nodding as if she was hypnotized to do so. They ignored the catcalls when Ville was leading her upstairs to his room.

"Use a condom" was the last thing they heard before closing the door. Ville was leaning against it while Nathalia was looking around the room.

"I'm not mad at you" she said staring the drawing he had done earlier that day. "I was just sad that you got the wrong idea from a simple invite to my place" she paused again looking at a key she saw on his dresser. "All I wanted to do was talk to you some more, not so that you can fuck me. Why do you think I asked you that question" she ended turning to him.

"I wasn't going to fuck you. I only kissed you because I've been thinking about that lately" his voice was soft as he pushed himself off from the door and walked towards her.

"So there was not intent of sex"

"No. What you're afraid to have sex with me" he said with a grin.

"No, I just think that it's tacky and too good to be true and..fangirl-ish" Ville laughed a soft one and pushed a lock of hair away from her face. She was looking at his tentatively as his face neared hers. He kissed her cheek expecting a reaction but got none so he continued on to her neck and down to her exposed shoulder. Nathalia grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed his full lips. Both of them moaned letting their hands roam freely on each other's bodies.

Nathalia moved back and was visibly shaking. She looked scared but tried not to show it. "I have to go"

"No you don't. Why are you running away from me"

"Because, this shouldn't be happening. I'm just your normal fan nothing special about me. Just stop wasting your time with me" her voice went from strong to broken by the time she ended. Ville hugged her hating the fact that she was crying. Whenever he sees someone crying he feels helpless and useless.

"But I want to. It's okay for good thing to happen to people you know"

"No, not for me"

"Why not"

"Because"

"Because what. Why are you making this so difficult" Ville was geting frustrated with her actions. She clearly wanted him, but was purposely distancing herself from him.

"Look, I have to go" She tried to remove herself from his grasp but it wasn't working.

"Why can't good things happen to you"

"Because I'm a fuckin murderer. People like me shouldn't be loved"

"What-" Ville released her and she fell from the force. She covered her face and continued crying. "What are you talking about"

"When I was 17, I accidently killed my parents" she said in a child-like voice. "I came home drunk and I went to my room to smoke. All I remember was that I heard screaming and I was in the kitchen, then the hospital". Ville stared at her and stood her up from the floor. He lifted her head so she was looking in his eyes. "But I've gotten over that".

"Clearly" he joked stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'm sorry about what happened to you, but you can't hold onto it forever and punish yourself. It was an accident" he whispered in her ear before claiming his lips on hers again. He didn't know why but he was unbelievably horny at the moment causing the kiss to be a lot more intense. Ville laid her on the bed while removing his shirt. What shocked him more was the fact that she wasn't stopping him, she was in fact helping him out her clothes.

The two adults were laying on th bed naked and making out. Ville's fingers ran along her sides as he made his mark on her neck. Nathalia groaned and grabbed him back up for a kiss. Her back arched when he thumbed her exposed clit. "Ville..please" she whimpered.

"Please what"

"Fuck me"

"Mmm, what was that"

"Fuck me" she half yelled in frustration. She was in no mood to be teased. They kissed again but softer than before. Ville got up and took a condom out from his dresser and walked back towards her. Nathalia bit her lip softly rubbing her pussy in anticipation. He slipped it on and gazed into her eyes. He saw fear as well as lust. She gave him a small smile to let him know she wanted to continue after noticing his hesitation. He aligned himself to her opening and pushed in slowly. A gasped escaped her mouth as well as a whimper. Ville's eyes closed when he felt how warm and tight she was. He carried on pushing into her while she moaned a little. Ville thrusted completely in capturing her lips to stifle a loud moan.

Tears welled up in her eyes as he licked her neck moving in and out of her. She blinked them away and ran her hands up his back and to his hair. The pain she felt soon turned into pleasure. Once Ville felt the change in her, he leaned back on his knees and wrapped her legs around him allowing him a deeper acces. His thrusts were no longer slow, his rhythm was no longer there. He was going faster and harder moaning with every clench her muscles did around him. She could tell he was close to his orgasm, but she wanted to feel him more, she didn't want this to end. "Ville not yet" she gasped as he pinched her nipples. Her request made him so hot that it was nearly impossible to not cum.

Ville nodded slowing his pace down. He slipped his index finger into her mouth letting her suck on it. He knew wouldn't last too long especially with the way her tongue working on his finger. "Fuck, Nathalia" he struggled through clenched teeth. She rotated her hips to rub her clit against his pelvis. "Fuck" he groaned again. He kissed her one last time as she vigorously rotated her hips before she came screaming his name. The clenching of her muscles around him made him cum as well. Finnish words slipped out his mouth as he came. He relaxed a little bit against her before pulling out slowly to reveal a slightly bloodied condom. His eyes widdened and looked back into hers. Blush plagued her cheeks as she smiled a small and embarrassed smile.

"I punished myself for a long time"

"My poor American girl" he whispered lovingly giving her a chaste kiss on the lips before sleeping next to her.