Broken Promise

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Dotted lights of orange and green split the lanes in the road. Amidst the sensible executive cars, a huge black tour bus could be seen speeding through the frosty night. The words 'Connect Three: European Tour' were printed in a huge font along the side.

The interior of the tour bus was lavishly decorated with black leather and polished ceramic surfaces. It had everything the band needed as they travelled to the location of their next sold out concert: A kitchen, living area, dining area, bathroom and bedrooms.

An embedded flat screen TV displayed the time of 2:18am.

Fifteen-year-old Nate Grey was the only band member awake. He was sitting on a couch strumming an acoustic guitar and singing softly.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom slid open. Standing in the doorway was the young star of the bands warm-up act, Mitchie Torres. Nates older brother, Shane, had asked her to tour with them after her impressive performance at Final Jam.

She had recently changed into a black tank top and a white mini-skirt. Her long brown hair seemed to flow down her back. She looked far more casual than Nate, who was still wearing the designer suit he had worn to a movie premier earlier that day.

“Can't sleep?” Nate asked, looking up at her.
“Nope,” she said as she walked over and sat by him, “still nervous about playing tomorrow night?”
“Yeah,” Nate admitted as he sorted through a stack of papers to find another song to rehearse.
“Will you play something for me?” Mitchie asked sweetly.

Nate gave her a smile and then began to play one of the bands more sentimental songs. He sung in a hushed tone so he didn't wake his brothers. Mitchie thought he sounded even more beautiful that way.

“Nate, you're so talented,” she said, edging further towards him, “I just want to...”

Mitchie leaned in and pursed her glossy lips. Nate immediately shuffled away before she could do anything she would regret.

“Mitchie, what are you doing?” asked Nate, feeling anxious.
“I... Was just so swept away by the song,” Mitchie said, trying not to sound annoyed.

Nate raised his right hand and showed her his silvery purity ring.

“Do you know what this means?” he asked, “nothing before marriage.”
“Oh, I know,” Mitchie said sulkily, “but, what harm will a kiss do?”

Nate paused thoughtfully. Mitchie took his right hand between hers and in a split second the ring was off his finger.

“Hey, Mitchie, give it here,” said Nate at once.

Mitchie looked as if she was going to put it on, then she suddenly slid it down her tank top.

“You want it back, you can take it back,” she said, pushing her boobs together to make them even bigger.

Nate felt butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks flushed pink. He looked at her and caught a glimpse of her seductive smile.

Nate took his hand from the neck of the guitar and brushed the soft skin of her bosom. He started to get an erection. He hesitated.

“What are you waiting for?” Mitchie asked quietly.

Nate slowly pushed his index finger and thumb between her delicate cleavage and felt the hard ring. After a few seconds he managed to pull it out.

“That wasn't too bad was it?” Mitchie asked innocently.
“I don't know what's got into you lately,” Nate said, moving the guitar down onto his crotch to hide any trace of a bulge.

“Well, since you've brought it up. I want you to know I've been having regular periods for almost a year. I'm a woman now, Nate, and so I need a man to satisfy me.”
“Um, alright, I'm sure you can find someone.”
“I don't want just anybody... I'm gonna make a man of you Nate Gray,” Mitchie said, loosening his tie.
“Mitchie, you know I can't have sex yet.”
“Don't be so naïve. Marriage is nothing more than two names on a slip of paper. There's no point in waiting for that.”
“But - I want to wait.”
“Oh really? Then why haven't you put the ring back on?” asked Mitchie, smiling. Nate still had it in his palm.

Mitchie held his hand, Nate didn't prevent her from taking the ring from him.

“Let's try somewhere more interesting this time,” she said playfully.

Mitchie lay backwards onto the couch and lifted her knees. Nate had a clear view of her underwear beneath her mini skirt. She showed him the ring for a second and then slid it inside her red lace panties.

“Mitchie, that's just... Wrong,” Nate said.
“No it's not,” she said with a giggle. She lifted her neck a little to look at him, “It's what you want, isn't it? I know you think about me when you masturbate.”

Nates heart was beating madly, and the feeling in his stomach was stronger than ever. He lifted the guitar off his lap and placed it on the floor. Timidly, he turned to face her.

“Why deny your own body? Your own urges?” Mitchie whispered seductively.

Nates hand shook as he reached between Mitchies thighs. He wanted nothing more than than to leave the room, but he could not ignore the throbbing erection in his pants.

Before he made contact, she grabbed his wrist and made the young musician feel the damp warmth through her panties.

Mitchie then let go and turned her attention to her breasts. Red-faced, Nate pinched the sides of her panties and slid them downwards. Mitchie stretched her legs to help him get them off.

Nate threw the underwear to one side and saw the ring on the couch next to her.

“Oh come on, Nate,” Mitchie whispered, “we're only just getting warmed up.”

Mitchie held Nates hand and manipulated his fingers so that his index and middle finger was sticking up. She then carefully directed him to the fleshy opening underneath her.

“That's it, just go in and out,” Mitchie said, as she started to fondle her clitoris.

Nate could see she was finding this pleasurable because she relaxed her neck and gave out a little sigh.

Nate continued to finger her for a while, his insides were twisting and his erection seemed harder than ever before. Suddenly, he came to his senses - he pulled them out and shuffled away from her.

“Mitchie, I can't, I-” he began.

“Shhh. Don't speak, just go with it,” Mitchie said quietly. She sat up and pushed her lips against his. While he was stunned, she slid his blazer jacket off his shoulders and removed his tie.

Nate inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Mitchie got down, undid his belt and began opening his flies.

Mitchie flung her arm around Nates neck and expertly pulled him on top of her. With the other hand she held the base of his cock lightly and assisted him until he was completely inside her.

“Yeah, that feels nice,” Mitchie whispered.

Mitchie removed her arm from his neck and began rubbing her clit again. Nate held her thighs and spread her legs until he found a comfortable position.

Nate started off slowly, making small movements with his hips. He soon gained enough confidence to penetrate her with a steady rhythm. Mitchie closed her eyes and made little high-pitched noises.

As Nate pounded on top of her, Mitchie pulled down her top to expose her breasts and started playing with her tender nipples. A smug smile appeared on her face. Nate looked away.

“Do it harder Nate. I want it to hurt,” she moaned.

Nate did as he was told and sped the pace. Mitchie sighed loudly.

“Oh, yeah. That's it... That's it...” she breathed excitedly, caressing her nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

The fapping sound of his his body pounding against hers rang in his ears. It drowned out the noise of her girly moans. Nate couldn't stop. His breathing got heavier. His pounding got faster, and faster, and faster. Until suddenly... He cried out, exploding liquid pleasure inside her...

Nate lay forward for a moment and Mitchie could hear his warm breath in her ear.

It was over. Nate pulled himself out of her and swiftly put his manhood away.

“Oh, God. I can't believe that just happened,” Nate said. A horrible feeling of guilt had now overcome him.

Nate looked down at Mitchie. She lay there still, totally shameless with the same smug look on her face.

Mitchie got up, found her panties and pulled them back on. Nate noticed she was holding something. She gave him a dark glance and tossed it towards him. He caught it - the purity ring.

“Nate, baby, sorry to say you aren't half as good as Shane. Well, at least you got the right hole,” Mitchie said with a childish giggle. She turned away and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Nate alone once more.

Nates eyes filled with tears – He could barely see the purity ring in his palm...

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