Finding Her Way

by Sierra Hill

  “I’ve never been to one before.”

  “Really? Never? You’ve never played carnival games or eaten sticky cotton candy?”

  She shakes her head. “I was in New York City and I guess it wasn’t a thing. I mean, you got the Jersey Shore and Coney Island, but my mother would never take me. This is so exciting.”

  The enthusiasm in her chipper voice puts me at ease and relaxes my nerves. I was worried she wouldn’t like the idea. Some girls wouldn’t. It’s outside, the weather is unpredictable, and well, it’s not a ritzy, classy affair. It’s just good, wholesome fun.

  I find parking in a lot a block away from the town square and I open her door for her.

  “You’re going to have to try the deep-fried Twinkie. It’s a delicacy.”

  She giggles, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face, and then pats her hips. “Hmm, sounds very healthy. I don’t think my hips would approve.”

  Even if she’s kidding, the joke falls flat. I reach for her hand and stop her forward momentum, pulling her into me. She gives me a startled look.

  “You are perfect, Brinly. A Twinkie or elephant ears aren’t going to change that.”

  To prove my sincerity, I place one hand on her hip, the other I slide behind her neck, the silky-curtain of hair slipping through my fingertips. She stares up at me with bright turquoise eyes, her lips parting as if to refute what I’m saying. But I won’t let her. I kiss her instead.

  She tastes sweeter than cotton candy or sugared mini-donuts. Her lips form to mine and part for me, as I slide my tongue into the seam of her lips and sweep it over her teeth. I capture her moan in my mouth, as the sound reverberates down my spine.

  The brush of her breasts against my chest sends sparks of lightning down to my toes and back up again, landing in my crotch. My dick twitches when it feels the heat of her radiating from under her skirt.

  Realizing where we are – standing in the middle of a sidewalk – as town people stroll on by, has me reluctantly putting an end to the kiss. I pull back and am pulverized by the look on Brinly’s face. A hint of amusement, a lusty fire simmering in her eyes and a grin that is both wicked and sweet at the same time.

  “I know I’ve already said it, and I’m not that poetic, but you are so beautiful, Brin.” I lean in for one last kiss.

  “Your kisses are like poetry,” she replies, her cheeks blooming with a rosy color. “And I love poetry.”

  Grinning like an idiot, I take her hand and place it in mine, weaving our fingers together as we head toward the carnival lights and sounds.

  We spent the next two hours indulging our senses with sugary and fattening fair foods, playing unwinnable carnival games (although, I did win her a small bear after the twentieth dollar at the ring toss game), and riding a few rides which Brinly deemed as “safe and not life threatening.”

  In my mind, it was the perfect date.

  Our hands were interlaced the entire night and as we walk back toward my car, I can feel that buzz of electricity in the air between us. The one that’s been there since the moment I met her but has only intensified the more I get to know her.

  Brinly is the perfect girl. She’s sweet and funny, smart and witty, and is remarkably built. A fairytale princess with a little dash of seductress.

  I unlock the car doors and am about to open it when Brinly surprises me. She grabs me behind my neck, pulls me down and locks her lips with mine.

  My body dials it up a hundred degrees and I’m instantly turned on. I wrap my arms around her trim waist, fingers splayed behind, dusting over the curve of her ass. I want to sink my fingers into the flesh there and drag her skirt up to feel the soft skin that lies underneath.

  Goddamn, she tastes like cotton candy and soda. So sweet that I’m getting a sugar high from her kisses and moans and the clutch of her fingers at the fringe of my hairline.

  I crowd into her, pressing her firmly against the car door, drawing my hand up her back and around to the underside of her breast. It doesn’t even bother me that we’re out in the open, although there is little to no traffic at this time of night and no one around on the sidewalks.

  Trailing up the sweet curves of her breast, my thumb strokes lightly over her pebbled nipple, poking through the material of her sweater. Her fingers tighten into my scalp as she lets out a lusty moan. A different kind of energy swirls and sizzles between us now. It’s increased in intensity and burns me to my core.

  I slip my hand underneath her sweater, finding the delicate flesh of her belly, delighting in the way it ripples under my touch. My own stomach clenches in response, my cock straining against my jeans with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

  My fingers find treasure when I flick over the pebbled tight bud of her nipple. I stroke my tongue in her mouth, imitating what I would do if it was her nipple that I was sucking and licking. Her breasts spill out over the cup of her bra and slip it down, exposing the fullness of her tits, my hand warming against her flesh.

  I’ve practically surrendered to her pants and squirms underneath my ministrations, my cock thoroughly enjoying the friction that her pelvic movements give with every thrust and swirl of her pelvis against my groin.

  “Brin,” I pant out her name, breathless from the torture this causes me. “We should get in the car.”

  My voice seems to startle her as she drops her hands from my head and looks at me with alarm in her blue sapphire eyes.

  “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

  I chuckle, amused by her response. “You and me, both. That was…wow.”

  She worries her bottom lip with a shy smile. “I kind of forgot where we were.”

  I usher her into the front seat and consider my options as I head to my side. Opening the door, I sit down but don’t start the car. My eyes latch onto hers and in the dark they look like a vast, deep lagoon.

  “I…we should…”

  I’m just about to suggest we go back to my place, Brin interrupts me with a confession I wasn’t ready to hear.

  “Preston, I need to tell you something.”

  “Yeah?”

  She fiddles with her seat belt and then shocks me.

  “I’m a virgin. I just thought you should know.”

  Brinly

  I can’t believe I just blurted that out like that.

  Talk about a date-ending declaration.

  It’s no wonder Preston hasn’t called or texted me in two days. I’m such a fool.

  And now I’m twenty minutes away from seeing him for our tutoring session and I don’t even know if he’ll show up. Why would he? He probably thinks I’m the biggest loser ever.

  God. He’s a freaking college hockey player and can get any girl he wants. Why would he even want to try to make the moves on an inexperienced virgin like me? Or continue pursuing something with me when he probably thinks I’m just an innocent who wears a chastity belt?

  I swear his kisses were like truth serum and made me admit to my most embarrassing secret. Except for a few of my close friends, I’ve not shared that with anyone. It’s just not something you go around telling people. “Oh, hey, nice shirt. By the way, I’ve never had sex. Have a good day!”

  My stomach has been in knots since he dropped me off and said goodbye on Saturday night. I obviously made a grievous error in judgment and he probably ran for the hills.

  Shuffling my stack of books in front of me, I look up when I feel the weight of someone’s stare. My eyes connect with Preston’s who stands on the opposite side of the table. He’s wearing a Bears hockey T-shirt and jeans and is smiling down on me like nothing has happened. Like he hasn’t left me hanging for the last two days since our nearly perfect date!

  “Hey Brin.” His voice isn’t overly apologetic but seems eager enough.

  I fidget in my chair, trying for nonchalant. “Hi.”

  Pulling out the seat across from me, he sets his book bag down and sits, his gaze never disconnecting from my face, even though I awkwardly glance around at e
verything but him.

  “I wasn’t sure you were going to come today.”

  Oh, my Lord, did I just admit that? What is with Preston that makes me say everything I’m thinking?

  Confusion spreads across his face in a furrowed brow and pinched lips.

  “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

  I lift a shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “I don’t know…I guess, I thought maybe…”

  Turning my head to hide my embarrassment, the words dry up in my throat. I grab for my water bottle, pop the top with my thumb, but my hands shake and as I try to lift it off the table, it fumbles from my hand and spills all over the dark mahogany wood, cascading over the edge and onto Preston’s lap.

  Water is everywhere.

  “Oh my God! Preston, I’m so sorry!” My voice is a fever-pitch as I rush over to the other side, and without a thought, whip off my sweater that covers my tank, and start to blot up the water that’s falling over his thick thighs and crotch.

  Yes folks, I am kneeling in the library, patting down Preston Dahl’s groin with my clothing. Awkward alert!

  His body convulses with laughter, as I peer up underneath my lashes to find him shaking his head with mirth.

  “I think this might be making it worse,” he calmly assures, removing my hand from his thigh, exposing a very large bulge in the shape of a gigantic eggplant.

  My face flushes twelve shades of red as I stifle a giggle that’s close to erupting out of my chest.

  “Maybe a trip to the bathroom is in order.”

  I bite my lower lip and nod as we both stand together. He turns to leave, but then his head snaps back to me and he smiles, mischievous quirk lifting at his lips.

  “You coming?”

  I blink, my eyes going wide. “Um…”

  He grabs my wrist and takes the decision out of my hands and places my hand in his, pulling me in the direction of the second-floor restrooms.

  It’s quiet in the library tonight and the bathrooms are in the far corner, behind deep stacks of books and rows of bookshelves. It’s, shall we say, a very private space.

  As we near the alcove, he pins me against the back wall, leaning into me so that I have to lift my head to look at him. His breath is warm and smells of cinnamon and cloves as it fans over me.

  “I’ve been dreaming about kissing you again. I need to kiss you again, Brin.”

  OH EM GEE.

  My lips part and I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. It’s instantly smoldering and hot, laced with desire and passion. Everything about this kiss checks all the boxes I’ve always hoped for: a hot guy, in the library, against the poetry section.

  I’m paralyzed with pleasure as he runs his hand down my head, softly stroking my hair, but then slipping them into my loose strands and adding pressure to the base of my neck. There’s a low hum of electricity sparking between us as I part my lips wider, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth and duel with mine. The kiss consumes me and undresses me from the inside out.

  Preston’s mouth leaves my lips and he works his way down to the hollow of my throat, as I tip my head back to give him access. He sucks on my collarbone and then places open mouth kisses against my naked shoulder, his finger slipping underneath the thin strap of my tank.

  I’m flooded with wetness between my legs, made even damper as he shoves his thigh in to open me wider. I’m practically grinding against his swollen erection, seeking friction for this aching burn that surges with white-hot sparks.

  Goosebumps have formed over my skin as his tongue sweeps over it with probing flicks. My body is lit up like a lamp post and I’ve never experienced this intensity before.

  The words he murmurs next bring me to a decision. I’m ready. I want to sleep with Preston. I want to give him everything and more.

  “I’m sorry I was MIA the last two days. But I was constantly thinking about you. Can’t get you out of my head.”

  I sigh against his shoulder. “I was worried I scared you off.”

  He drags his head away and gazes down at me with a penetrating stare.

  “Never,” he emphasizes with a gentle kiss. “The only thing that scares me is the way I feel about you. It’s crazy how intense it is. Do you feel it too?”

  “Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.

  Preston clears his throat and steps back from me. He brushes his hand over the front of his pants and it catches my attention and I giggle.

  “Oh right. Oopsie. Maybe we should go take care of that.”

  His eyes find mine with a near panicked look. “Here?”

  Shaking my head, I grab his hand, leading the way back to our table.

  “Your place. Now.”

  Preston

  The walk to my apartment is a fast-paced and brisk one, but when you have a hard on the size of Texas and a girl that’s been starring in your wet dreams, you don’t have time to waste.

  We’d packed up Brin’s things at the table and high-tailed it out of there, rushing as fast as we could back to my place.

  Opening the front door, I peer inside, hoping and praying no one else is home. All seems quiet and I nudge my head at her in relief.

  “My room’s upstairs the second door to the left. I’m gonna take these off and throw them in the laundry room.” I point at my jeans and she smiles back at me as she hesitantly ascends the stairs.

  As fast as I can, I whip my jeans off and leave my briefs on. They aren’t too wet and I’m hoping they’ll be off in a few minutes from now.

  I have no expectations of what’s going to happen between me and Brinly today. I know from her confession the other night that she’s still a virgin. That doesn’t scare me. Not one bit. But if she’s going to let me be the one to deflower her and give her her first time, I want it to be special. That might not be today, and that’s okay.

  I’ll leave that decision up to her, but at the very least, something good is bound to happen, considering she’s up in my room right now waiting for me.

  I take the stairs two at a time and when I reach my door, I lose my goddamn breath. And possibly my mind.

  There laying out on my unmade, rumpled bed is a nearly naked Brinly. She removed her jeans and tank and is now staring up at me wide eyed wearing only a pair of lime green panties and nothing else. Her hands are crossed over her torso, covering her breasts like a sweet, siren goddess out of Eden.

  Stalking toward her, trying to slow my roll so that I don’t pounce like a leopard, I bend over her, placing my hands at her head and begin peppering kisses around her face and down her neck.

  “Tell me what you want, Brin. What are you comfortable doing?”

  I don’t want to pressure her in any way, but my throbbing cock is very anxious to know where the boundaries are so that I don’t cross them.

  Her voice is soft and unsure. “Maybe just oral. Not sex. Is that okay?”

  Lifting my head, our eyes meet, and I’m blinded by the blue of her irises. My mouth touches the corner of her lips and I suck on the bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from her.

  “That’s perfect. But I’m going to want to kiss you everywhere.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Well, next to when she calls out my name when she comes. But one step at a time.

  “Good.” I say when she confirms with a nod. I slowly draw her arm away from her tits and stare down at the perfection below me.

  There before me is the most luscious banquet of flesh I’ve ever been privy to. Her breasts are firm and full, creamy skin everywhere for my hands and mouth to roam. Her nipples are a savory treat with their rosebud peaks.

  I take the opportunity to taste her, using my tongue to lave over one of her nipples, switching to the other side as she moans and gasps out in pleasure.

  “You like this?” I ask, rolling her now wet nipple between my finger and thumb.

  She arches into my touch, the movement pressing her pelvis to my groin. Intense pleasure shoots through me and I grit my teeth from the excruciating need
to dive into her. My cock is raring to go and makes a show of things by straining against my shorts, the head popping up through the elastic.

  I want to take things slow, but my body is amped up at the sight of Brin – so perfect and beautiful – I’m not sure what I can take without going over the edge.

  Scooting down the length of her body, my hands roam behind my lips, as I press whisper-soft kisses along her silky skin. She sighs every time I do, and it does nothing to help my resolve in taking it slow.

  My lips find the swath of skin above the elastic of her panties and I let my finger trail along the edge. Her scent of arousal has my mouth watering. Leaning in, my tongue flicks at her belly button and then lower, skimming and tasting her sweetness there.

  Before going any further, my eyes dart up to her face and she’s staring down at me with awe and intense heat in her gaze.

  “Can I?” I ask, slipping my finger under the side panel of her panties.

  She nods, and her thighs tighten underneath me.

  As I promised to keep her panties on, I slide the silken material to the side and out of my way, taking a deep inhale as the scent of her overwhelms me. I want to bury my nose in her heavenly fragrance and never come up for air again.

  Her pussy is bare, with the exception of a sexy landing strip, and I take my first swipe with my tongue. Brin timidly bucks underneath me, bringing me in closer contact with her wet heat.

  I press my hands at the insides of her thighs, widening her legs so I can get better acquainted with her sweetness at her apex.

  With one hand holding open the edge of the material, I pry her lips open to expose the luscious, creamy center of her body and the hard, pink clit that’s ready for my mouth.

  I do little to hold myself back, and instead, go balls to the wall, so to speak. Really, it’s balls to the bed, since I’m grinding heavily into the mattress with every lick, touch and groan.

  Her tiny gasps of delight are perfect orchestration to the taste in my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I lick her from bottom to top, flicking her clit and probing at her entrance. Her virgin entrance. Holy shit, the thought turns me on like nothing else.