Big Bangin' Box Set

by Raven Watyrs

  “Hmm,” he said, looking intently at me as I moved to get my bag and step into my heels. “Well, I trust you too, Jules. If you say you’re ready, you’re ready,” he added after a moment. “You be sure to call me if you need me though, okay?”

  “I will, I will,” I promised him, feeling his eyes bore into me with a new kind of energy behind them. His attention was intense and made me want him to reach under my dress to finger my clit. Enough of this, I thought. Get a hold of yourself.

  I felt like there was something more Anthony wanted to say, but he kept quiet. Just then, headlights flashed and illuminated my bedroom wall. Jared was pulling up the driveway. He honked his horn three times as he rolled to a gravelly stop.

  “There he is,” I said, almost relieved at his arrival. Between Anthony’s energy and his touch on my back and my excitement about losing my virginity to Jared, I felt I might melt into a puddle right there on the floor.

  “What? He’s not even coming to the door?” Anthony said disapprovingly as I took one last look in the mirror before brushing past his big frame, not quite meeting his gaze.

  “I’ll call you later!” I yelled back. My body felt charged and electric from his big, protective presence. Part of me wanted to stay and just bask in his manliness. But it was time to focus on Jared, to have some fun at the prom, and then finally lose my virginity!

  CHAPTER TWO

  I skipped out of the house towards Jared’s old car. I decided I’d wait until after the dance to tell him I was ready to go all the way. The red lacy lingerie I had on was making me feel like a sexpot and I was getting more and more excited about the whole thing.

  “Hey, babe!” I said cheerily as I opened the passenger-side door and sat down in the grubby front seat. There were McDonald’s wrappers everywhere and I pulled an old fry container out from underneath my expensive dress as I settled in and looked over at him. He was a dreamy looking jock with blond hair and sharp green eyes. I had grown to care pretty deeply for him over the past few months. He could be a bit selfish and sometimes I felt like he was ignoring me on purpose, but I felt pretty lucky to be with someone so handsome.

  “Hey,” he replied without looking at me. He was staring at his phone, flipping through texts. He was wearing a nice, rented tux and looked amazing. Just wait until he sees what’s under this dress, I thought to myself, feeling the lace chaff lightly against the soft skin of my inner thigh. I couldn’t wait to go all the way.

  “I’m so excited about tonight, Jar! Aren’t you?” I asked, trying to pull his attention away from his phone.

  “Uh huh,” he replied, texting away furiously.

  “Um, so, do you like my dress?” I tried, hopefully.

  He glanced over for the briefest second before returning to his phone. “Yeah, yeah. Looks great,” he said, dismissively.

  My heart started to sink a bit. I’d hoped for a little more of a response than that. “Oh. Okay, thanks,” I said quietly, facing forward in my seat.

  He laughed at something on the screen before throwing his phone down finally and pulling out of the driveway.

  It’s ok, I told myself. It’s fine. The rest of the night would be perfect.

  ***

  The rest of the night was not perfect. From the moment we arrived, it was like I didn’t exist. Jared’s attention was either sapped into his phone screen or he was laughing and joking around with Darla, his ex-girlfriend from last year. All night, I tried to get his attention, tried to dance with him, tried to talk to him. But nothing worked. It was like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t understand what was happening, why he was ditching me at every turn. But I was devastated. The beautiful night I’d dreamed about was turning out to be a huge bust. So much for losing my virginity, I thought. I was so looking forward to surprising Jared with my sexy underwear, to giving myself over to him. But considering he had been more interested in playing with his phone than he had been in playing with me, I figured that ship had sailed too.

  Feeling bummed out and dejected, I left my friends on dance the dance floor in search of a little quiet. My deflated expectations were weighing me down and I needed to splash some cool water on my face to get some perspective. I looked around for Jared one last time, but – surprise, surprise – I couldn’t find him anywhere. I left the gym and wandered down the hallways of my now-former high school in search of a quiet bathroom, away from all the celebrations and happy couples.

  Rounding the corner at the end of the long hallway, my heels clicked and echoed as I approached the girls’ bathroom. The boom of the music in the gym was muffled and dampened, but still vibrated the glass in the cabinets and doors lining the corridor. I walked over to the door and raised my hands to push, but stopped short when I heard what sounded like moaning coming from the other side. I froze and listened, my hand still poised on the door. Was I hearing things? I leaned forward and held my ear against the crook of the door.

  “Ohhh… Mmmmmm,” the moaning continued.

  Nope, not hearing things. Great, I thought. I’d gone to the other side of the school, hoping for a little privacy to collect my thoughts, but no. Some skank has to be fucking her boyfriend in the bathroom instead. Par for the evening at this point, I thought. I started walking away quietly, rolling my eyes and heading instead for the upstairs bathroom.

  “Oh, Jared!” the voice squealed, laughing and giggling flirtatiously. I froze. I knew that voice. That voice belonged to Darla. And that name belonged to my boyfriend.

  “Mmm… Don’t stop, baby,” she purred out. “I knew you’d come back for this.”

  My heart was sinking further than I had thought possible. This is why I couldn’t find him earlier? This is what he’d been up to all evening? Please… please don’t let this be true. This was supposed to be my big night! He was supposed to want me!

  “You know I can never stay away from your hot little pussy, Dar,” my boyfriend’s voice said lustfully. Blood started rushing through my ears, drowning out my thoughts and making me dizzy. I leaned against the wall beside the door, trying to hold myself up. This had to be a joke, I decided. A terrible joke, but still a joke. He was with me now, not Darla! He’d been trying to fuck me for months! Jared wasn’t cheating on me. He couldn’t be. Not on what was supposed to be our perfect night! No, this was all just a joke. I knew it.

  I crept back to the bathroom door deciding to see for myself. I pushed it open slightly, bracing myself and praying that Jared and Darla were just messing with me. Jared could be kind of mean like that. This was just one of those times, it had to be.

  Turned out, they were definitely not messing with me. Through the crack in the door, I saw them. Jared had his hand up Darla’s dress and was fingering her pussy, kissing her forcefully against the cold tile walls. Darla, in turn, had her hand around Jared’s dick and was jacking him off while he groped clumsily at her tits. I was stunned. Frozen, like a deer in headlights as I watched them go at it.

  “Get on your knees,” Jared ordered her. I watched incredulously as Darla knelt down and looked up at my boyfriend.

  “Give me your cock, baby,” she said to him, licking her red lips suggestively. Jared grabbed Darla by the back of her head with one hand, holding his shaft with the other. He rubbed the head of his dick around her moistened lips.

  “God, I love fucking you,” he groaned out, pushing the tip between her lips and moved it back and forth. “You’re so much more fun than she is – she never lets me fuck her. You’re the best, Dar. The fucking best.” I watched as Darla took his cock in her hand and licked it from the base to the tip.

  “Who cares about that frigid bitch,” she breathed out. “I just want to feel that cock fill me up.” Darla started sucking Jared’s dick, slurping it into her throat as far as she could.

  “Yeah, baby, suck it all in!” Jared cried, throwing his head back and pumping his hips. Darla’s head bobbed and she was moaning like a porn star. I was horrified by what I was seeing, but I couldn’t look away.

  Jar
ed pulled Darla up and they turned to face the white tiled wall. He pushed her up against the it and fumbled with his cock and pushed it against Darla’s round ass and towards her slit. His tuxedo pants dropped down around his ankles. He started pushing his shaft deep into Darla’s pussy as she wrapped one of her legs up and around his waist. She was moaning loudly, throwing her hair back as he thrust away at her. I was paralyzed by the scene, unable to look away from what was happening. Her dress was pushed up around her waist and he grunted away, plunging his cock into her pink pussy over and over. Darla moaned and bucked her hips in time with Jared’s thrusts.

  I couldn’t watch any more. Those fucking assholes, I thought as I forced myself back, letting the door close as silently as it had opened. Fuck them! Fuck Jared for doing this to me! My hearing was tinny and I felt sick to my stomach. I leaned against the wall and thought about what had happened to my night, my dream of losing my virginity to my gorgeous boyfriend, in the most romantic way possible. My dream of finally becoming a woman. I thought Jared had loved me, that he cared about me. But I was clearly kidding myself. How naïve could I be?!

  “Take that cock, Dar,” I hear Jared order out from behind the door. “Take it all, you slut.”

  “Oh, yeah baby! Fuck me good!” Darla cried.

  Disgusted and hurt beyond belief, I pushed myself away from the wall and ran down the hall, not wanting to hear any more of their little fuck-fest. I just wanted to get home. I wanted to forget this night, forget Jared, forget my prom, and just cry my eyes out in defeat.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “What do you mean you caught him with another chick?” Anthony asked me, the anger in his voice evident, yet strangely comforting. “Where is that little shit!? I’m going to fucking kill him for hurting you!”

  I had ran out of the school and texted Anthony, telling him things had gone totally side-ways and I just wanted to come home. Unsurprisingly, he was there to pick me up within minutes, looking all kinds of concerned and worried as he saw my puffy, red eyes. I was in the passenger seat of his big pick-up truck, sobbing and unloading on him the horrid turn of events that had occurred.

  “They were together in the bathroom, laughing about how I would never put out!” I cried, dabbing at my face. “He ignored me all night and then I found them… doing that!” I sobbed, thinking back on the hurtful scene.

  “I’m going back and smashing his stupid little face in,” Anthony growled as he gripped the steering wheel with his huge calloused hands. He looked like he might break it in two. “I hate seeing you so upset, baby girl,” he continued, trying to get a hold of himself. “You deserve so much better than that waste of space.”

  I sighed, looking out the window. I didn’t want Anthony to go back; he might actually knock Jared out in his angered state. “He’s not worth the trouble,” I said quietly, staring at my hands in my lap. “I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think he’d want to be with someone like me. I waited too long to have sex and now he doesn’t even want me.”

  “Don’t ever say anything like that again,” Anthony said to me forcefully. “Don’t ever think that you’re not good enough or that you have to put out to keep a man. You are perfect and you don’t need a loser like Jared to validate that.” He returned his eyes to the road and we continued on in silence for a few minutes. I looked over at him, watching the muscles in his strong arms twitch and move under his tanned skin. I felt a rush of heat wash through me as I thought about his arms holding me, about the touch of his fingers on my back earlier that night.

  “I just thought that tonight would be perfect,” I said as I looked forward again, shaking my head slightly to clear the forbidden thoughts away. “But it turned out to be horrible. I should learn not to have such lofty expectations.”

  We pulled into our driveway and Anthony’s energy shift slightly. Rolling the truck to a stop, he turned to me and gently said, “Julia, honey, it’s not a lofty expectation to hope your boyfriend stays faithful to you on your prom night. I hope you know that.”

  “I know, I know,” I replied, looking at him through my tears. “I was just looking forward to it. The prom and Jared and the, uh…, the other thing.”

  “You mean the red lacy underwear thing?” he said, putting his finger under my chin and raising my face to meet his.

  I was kind of embarrassed, but it was Anthony. I knew I could trust him. “Yeah… the red lacy underwear thing.” I replied tentatively. “I really wanted to go all the way tonight. I feel like I’m the only one of my friends who’s still a virgin. Tonight was supposed to be the night I became a woman.”

  I looked up into the deep blue sea in his eyes and felt a tingle start to blossom in my pussy. Anthony was looking down at me with such care, but there was something else there now too. That glint that I’d seen when he’d done up my dress was back. It was primal and it sent delicious shivers up my spine. My fantasies flooded my brain and all I could think about was Anthony fucking me against my bedroom wall, like Jared had fucked Darla against the bathroom tile. Anthony had always taken such good care of me. And staring up at him now, after what I had just gone through, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

  As soon as our lips touched, the tingle in my pussy turned in to a full-blown throb. It was like a switch had been flipped and I needed to feel him inside me. I needed this man who’d taken such good care of me to tear me open and fuck the pain out of me. Anthony’s tongue met mine and probed into my mouth. He groaned and took the back of my head in his hand, pulling me into him. It was as if he was finally getting what he wanted. My heart pounded against my ribs. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? But then kiss stopped. Anthony pulled back suddenly.

  “Julia, wait. We can’t do this,” he said, suddenly uncomfortable. He glanced through the window behind me to make sure no one had seen us. “We shouldn’t do this. I’m your stepfather.”

  “Oh my god,” I said, all at once aware of what I’d done. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” I shook my head, grabbing my bag and jumping out of the truck.

  “Wait,” he called after me, but I was already backing away in embarrassment.

  “I – I’m… I just thought that you were into it and… Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I turned and ran into the house, not looking back.

  ***

  I bolted upstairs to my room, slamming the door behind me and throwing myself facedown on the bed. This night could not have gone more off the rails. Every event was more humiliating than the next. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. I stuck my head under my pillow and hoped to just suffocate. That would make everything better.

  I heard a soft knock at my door, but I ignored it. I couldn’t possibly face him. I had crossed a line kissing Anthony, no matter how good it felt on the inside. And it felt good. My pussy was slick after just one brief kiss.

  The door opened and Anthony entered and sat down beside me on the bed. I breathed in his familiar scent, a mix of that morning’s aftershave and sweat from the day’s work.

  “Julia, honey?” he said gently. “Come here. Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you.” I remained buried under my pillow, still too mortified to meet his eyes.

  “Seriously, Jules,” he continued. “Come on out now.”

  I reluctantly took the pillow off my head and peeked up at him. He was looking back down at me with a tender smile on his face.

  “I’m sorry I kissed you,” I said.

  “Well, here’s the thing,” he replied. “Maybe don’t be so sorry…” He placed his hand on the back of my thigh where my dress had ridden up a bit. I felt a surge of heat rush though my body at the weight of his hand on my leg.

  “What?” I asked, taken aback a bit. “What do you mean?”

  “You don’t deserve to have your evening ruined. I want to help salvage at least one part of your dream night,” he continued. “You look so beautiful in your dress, so grown up.” He started trailing his hand up my inner thi
gh and I quivered against his light touch. “Earlier when I saw that red lingerie, it was all I could do not to rip that dress off and fuck you right there. I’ve wanted you for years, and now I can have you.”

  I spread my legs a few inches, making room for his roving hand between my sensitive thighs. “Um, really?” I managed to squeak out as his fingers caressed the lace strip of fabric covering my virgin pussy. I was wet with desire; I could barely hold it together.

  “That’s right,” he responded, rubbing tortuous little circles on top of the fabric. I started rotating my hips in time with his the rhythm of his fingers, pushing back into him and feeling the exquisite pressure on my sensitive little mound.

  “You’re definitely all grown up, Julia. I couldn’t get you off of my mind after you left, and thinking about you giving yourself to that little prick…” he trailed off with a touch of anger in his voice. “Let’s just say, I’m glad it didn’t work out with him. Not when I can make your first time so special.”

  He slipped a finger underneath the red lace of my underwear and started slowly stroking my pussy lips, spreading the slick wetness emerging from my aching slit. His touch was like a drug, intoxicating and overwhelming.

  “Oh god…” I moaned out, pushing against his finger with each pass he took.

  “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby girl. I’m going to pop your cherry and make you cum hard.” He bent down towards my ear, nuzzling his whiskered face in as he kissed the back of my neck. “But I want you to call me Daddy while I do it,” he whispered as he pushed his finger into my tight slit.

  I gasped out and grabbed at the sheets covering my mattress, my breath getting shorter and shorter. Fuck Jared, I thought. I was about to have my teenaged fantasies come true. I was about to get fucked for the first time by my hot-as-hell step-dad. My terrible evening was turning around.

  I rolled over, feeling his finger trail wetness over my leg. Looking up at his rugged, handsome face, I said, “Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me.”