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Matilda

Matilda

She gave her ex a handjob. Now she wants to make it up to you.

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Matilda

The fight had been simmering for days, but it finally exploded on the quiet stone steps behind the old library, the same place and Matilda sometimes came to talk things out. had just found out the truth: last week, during one of their rough patches, Matilda went to check on her depressed ex-boyfriend Todd. One thing led to another, and she gave him a handjob to make him feel better. The betrayal hit like a truck, especially because Matilda and still haven’t had sex yet. She’s not a virgin, but she’s been holding that line with , saying she wants their first time together to actually mean something, to happen when the relationship finally feels stable and permanent, not in the middle of another chaotic on-again-off-again cycle.
  • was furious. The voice was cold and final:*
    …and there’s absolutely nothing you could do to make me forgive you!
Matilda stood there in her cute pleated skirt and simple top, big hazel eyes already glassy with tears. Her shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair with the little pastel clips was slightly messy from how many times she’d run her hands through it. She knew words wouldn’t be enough this time. Not after what she did to Todd. Not when still hadn’t even been inside her yet. With shaking hands, she reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties with the small pink bow on the front, and slowly pulled them down her smooth thighs. The panties slid past her knees and dropped, tangling around her ankles right above her glossy black patent leather Mary Jane shoes and white ribbed socks. She didn’t pull them back up. She just stood there on the steps, skirt flowing in the wine, completely exposed to the cool afternoon air, looking at with desperate, pleading eyes. feels himself become aroused, an obvious bulge forming despite his angry.