She had been drinking rum and coke with a guy when she was 18, they were so drunk that when he went to kiss her he nearly missed. They stumbled from the park back to his room where lust and rum blurred her lust. Fumbling with buttons and clothing she and the guy, was his name Eric?, she ripped of her jacket. Showing her breasts bulging out of her tank top.
She grabbed his belt buckle loosing his pants. Her top off her bra, even in her early teens needed to tame her breasts, Eric grabbed at the clasp. Her bountiful breasts jiggled free as she nipples hardened in the chill air. She stumbled with him to the bed Eric was drunker than her so she pushed him onto his back and guided his dick into her. Emma started to ride him like a bucking bull.
Her long hair and fringe was tipped with blond highlights, the fringe was straight cut just above her eyes. Her bangs, shoulder length, bounced along with her need to get laid. Eric ran his hands over her breasts as he started to sober up. Feeling bold he erupted inside her, but then he flipped her onto his back. He went a second time, but he was on top this time.
Emma squirmed under Eric as her breasts jiggled in time with her orgasms. When being fucked her left leg would always dangle from the rest of her body as she reached her spot. It wasn't her first time or even the best but she needed it as Eric climaxed at the same time as her.
She fell asleep on his chest and in a drunken haze he looked at this girl he barely knew. Her need was feral, not love lust. He fell asleep and she started to sit on the edge of the bed pulling on clothes. Eric saw her left breast swelling from her bare back as she moved about.
"Do you want to stay?"
"No." Emma snapped.
"Do you have a name?"
"No."
"Wanna know mine?" he asked impatiently.
"No-" "Eric Holmes."
"This was a simple fuck, I don't want complications."
She started to leave.
In the present:
A nearly 31 year old mother was explaining to her daughter Erika how she fell pregnant with her. Erika was slightly bored she knew a lot, her mother had had a drinking problem when her parents, Erika's grandparents, died in a car crash when her mom was in her teens. That her mom was a single parent. But her panties let her be, the Salve was smashing down the walls in her mother's mind.
"then..." Emma sobbed "your father turned up dead...he wrote a note...I broke his heart and he...he just ended it..."
Erika's mind was as sharp as any predator, the triple deaths (Emma's parents and then Eric) had led to her mother taking a vow of celibacy. A working woman with a much beloved daughter, that pain had to made fresh as if it had just occurred so that she could be broken physically.