Resolution: First Kiss

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Okay, let’s go.” I took Brittany’s hand and started walking towards our waiting car.

  “This is so crazy!” She looked around. “We’re in California!”

  “Yep. After we see the ball drop, I can take you to a party in Hollywood if you want to meet some celebrities—who’s your favorite?” I looked back at her and grinned.

  “Uh, I don’t know…” She blinked in surprise.

  “Then I’ll find us a party with a lot of them.” I nodded to the driver and helped Brittany climb into the backseat of the car.

  The first stop wasn’t a party with a bunch of celebrities other than the ones that were hosting the event. The area was packed, but I got us a good spot where we could watch the ball drop. It was already starting to count down, and we only had a couple of minutes. I could tell that Brittany was still shocked and a little amazed by everything that had happened, but the beautiful smile was on her face again—that was all I wanted to see.

  “Are you ready?” I squeezed her hand. “Ten… Nine… Eight…”

  “Holy crap.” She swallowed hard.

  The ball dropped, and fireworks started going off. I pulled Brittany close and crushed her lips beneath mine the second that the clock hit midnight. There was a little timidness at first, but then I felt our mouths sear together. Her lips parted slightly, and our tongues swirled together. She melted into my arms, and I held her as midnight officially passed, and it was 2019 in Los Angeles. The crowd was cheering, but I didn’t need to cheer—I just needed to keep kissing the beautiful woman in my arms.

  “Wow…” She gasped and blinked when our lips were finally separated. “That was my first kiss.”

  “Really?” I stared at her in surprise. “Then we shouldn’t wait for your second.”

  I pulled Brittany close and immediately kissed her again. It was a little more passionate than the first, and I started to ravage her mouth once I felt her kissing me back. I loved the way she tasted—the way her lips felt when they were pressed against mine. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was easily the best one I had ever experienced. It was enough to make my emotions start to churn—to tell me that maybe I wanted more from the beautiful woman in my arms than just a taste when the clock hit midnight.

  “Ready to get out here.” I leaned back from our embrace and looked into her eyes.

  “Yeah.” She exhaled sharply and nodded.

  As soon as we were in the back seat of the car, my lips were on hers. I gave in to temptation and let one hand explore her curves while the other held her firmly against me. I moved my hand along the front of her dress, but I didn’t try to push my luck, even if I did want to squeeze her breasts. I moved my hand lower—all the way to the bottom of her dress that is resting above her knee. I clutched the fabric in my hand and then slowly slid my hand underneath it.

  “Wait…” She pushed me away slightly. “I—’ve never done anything like that either.”

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” I started kissing her again.

  Brittany pushed my hand away, once our lips were pressed together, so I respected the boundary she had set—even if everything inside of me wanted to tear it down. There would be time for that. There was no reason to rush what was building between us—smoldering as our lips learned how good it felt when they were pressed together. If she had never been kissed—never been with a man—then she had never experienced love. If what we had didn’t develop into something real, I didn’t want to leave a bitter taste behind when she remembered her first time.

  “Here we are.” I leaned back and pointed at a house that was ahead of us. “That’s the biggest party in Hollywood tonight.”

  “Oh wow.” She blinked in surprise. “I—I think I recognize that guy! He was in a movie I watched last week!”

  “You’ll see a few movie stars tonight.” I nodded and smiled when the car pulled up to the curb.

  My business ventures at Remington Aeronautics didn’t leave me rubbing shoulders with movie stars, but I went to college on the west coast and attended a lot of parties. I ran into a few friends once we arrived and introduced them to Brittany. I could tell she was starstruck, but she hid it well. We spent several hours at the party, and while it was a lot of fun, I was getting somewhat exhausted. I spotted Brittany trying to suppress a yawn. It was the middle of the night in Los Angeles, but the sun would be coming up soon in New York.

  “We should probably get a hotel for the night.” I looked at my watch.

  “A—hotel?” She swallowed hard.

  “Don’t worry; I’ll get one with two beds.” I winked at her and took her hand as I started to stand.

  I called around until I found a hotel with a suite available and gave my driver the address. It was a luxury hotel with a shopping center in the lobby. Brittany seemed to get her second wind when she saw the stores, but we were both pretty exhausted. I did need a few things though, so I led her into one of the stores before we headed up to our room.

  “You should probably pick out some pajamas and a change of clothes.” I motioned to the ladies section. “I’m going to do the same.”

  “I can’t afford any of this stuff.” She peeked at a price tag, and I saw her eyes open wide.

  “Get whatever you want, it’s on me.” I chuckled and headed to the men's section.

  I was finished shopping first, so I paid for my items and told the woman at the register to charge everything Brittany picked out to my card. A few minutes later she walked out with a bag, and we headed to the elevators. The suite had several rooms, so I hoped it would give her enough privacy. She would even have her bathroom.

  “I should be so tired right now…” She looked at her watch.

  “Yeah, I was feeling pretty exhausted at the party, but I’ve got my second wind now.” I chuckled and shrugged. “The suite has a mini-bar, and if you’re hungry, we can get room service.”

  “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for one night—whoa.” She blinked as I opened the door to the suite. “This place is huge!”

  “It’s—acceptable.” I laughed and closed the door once we were inside.

  “Which room is mine?” She looked around, continuing to take in the sights with a look of amazement on her face.

  “You choose. I don’t care.” I shrugged.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back. I need to change into something that’s a lot more comfortable than heels and a dress.” She started walking towards the closest room.

  “Sure thing.” I nodded and dropped my bag next to one of the other rooms.

  I didn’t eat anything in New York, and now I’m starving. Hopefully, she’ll be up for some food.

  I grabbed a bag of peanuts and a beer from the mini-bar. Peanuts weren’t going to curb my appetite much, but they’d do until we could get something brought up. I was so hungry that I could have ordered everything on the menu at that point. The door to Brittany’s room opened, and I turned my head, expecting to see her wearing a set of pajamas that didn’t show a tiny bit of skin—instead, my jaw nearly hit the floor.

  Holy shit—is that lingerie!?

  Brittany walked towards me, and it was like something out of a dream—a perfect dream. She was wearing a red lingerie top that barely had enough fabric to cover her nipples, a pair of red panties with the front and back held together by little more than a thread, and the entire ensemble was practically see-through. I blinked a couple of times in surprise, just trying to make sure that I wasn’t so tired that I imagined it.

  “You—didn’t get pajamas.” I swallowed hard.

  “I didn’t think I would need them.” She smiled and bit down on her bottom lip. “I can change back into my dress if this makes you uncomfortable.”

  “No…” I shook my head back and forth quickly. “This doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

  Except for my cock, it’s about to burst through the front of my pants.

  A few minutes earlier

  Stacy’s message
was still playing in my head when I walked into the store and started looking at the selection. I never thought I would be the kind of girl that considered having sex with someone on the first date, but Bradley was practically irresistible—and we weren’t even on a date. The way he kissed me—it set my body on fire. I was barely able to push his hand away when he tried to put it under my dress in the back seat of the car.

  I decided to go for it. 2019 was going to be my year. There was a chance I would never see Bradley again once we got back to New York and I would always have a lingering question in my mind—what if? What if I just let go of my inhibitions and trusted what I felt? What if the man who set my thoughts on fire wanted more, and I was too scared to give in? It was time for me to stop being the girl that had never been kissed—and give myself to the man that had flown me across the country to plant his lips on mine at midnight.

  No matter what happens tonight, I won’t have any regrets. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything else before.

  The look on Bradley’s face made me smile. There was so much desire in his eyes as I approached him. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly slid them down to my ass. There wasn’t much fabric back there, and his hands felt amazing on my skin. He leaned forward, started kissing my neck, and I felt a tingle shoot through my body. My pussy immediately began to get wet.

  “Oh god.” I leaned against his ear and gasped.

  “I spent all night thinking you were a good girl who would never consider something like this.” He squeezed my ass again. “I guess you’re not as innocent as I thought.”

  “I’m tired of being a good girl.” I looked into his eyes. “I want this year to be different.”

  Bradley lifted me off my feet, and I straddled his waist as he started to kiss me again. He walked me into one of the bedrooms and dropped me on the bed. His lips were on mine immediately, crushing them as he ravaged my mouth. His hand moved between my thighs, and a finger slid into the thin fabric on the front of my panties as I slowly spread my legs. He started rubbing my wetness, and I immediately moaned.

  I had touched myself more than once when I was alone in my bed, both at home and when I got to the sorority house. It pleased me, but that was nothing compared to the way it felt when Bradly started rubbing his finger against my most intimate area. I had never gotten that wet when I was pleasuring myself. He slowly rubbed his finger along my labia, and then I felt him push into my virgin pussy. It was so tight that he struggled to get it inside me, even though I was practically dripping with lust. He gave me a few gentle thrusts and then slid his finger up to my clitoris. His finger danced around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I felt pleasure shoot through my body.

  Wow, that feels good.

  “Oh god…” I moaned and felt a pressure start to build inside me that was stronger than anything I had ever felt when I masturbated.

  “I’m going to make sure this is a night you never forget.” He kissed my neck and then started kissing his way down my chest as he pulled his finger out of my panties.

  Bradley pulled the front of my lingerie down and exposed my nipples. They quickly turned into hard nubs as he kissed and circled them with his tongue. He left them coated with his saliva as he kissed down my abdomen and wrapped his hands around the fabric strand holding my panties on my hips. They came down with a quick tug, and I kicked them off as he pushed my legs apart. His lips started to move against my inner thighs, and then I felt his breath on my clit. I was so wet and turned on that I didn’t care what he did to me. Every second that passed just made me want him more.

  I envisioned his delicious tongue sending me to a new world of pleasure. I knew it would feel good, even if I did want something else more. The thought of him devouring my pussy was too much for me to resist. He continued to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me with his lips as he moved towards my pussy and then started kissing in the opposite direction. I was so wet and ready for him that I could feel my lust practically dripping. I felt the heat of his breath on my clit again, and instead of pulling away, he extended his tongue and plunged it into my wetness. I grabbed the back of his head immediately and my back arched against the bed. The first sensation of pleasure from his tongue made it hard for me to do anything but moan—the feeling was so intense I was barely able to breathe.

  That feels so freaking good.

  Bradley’s tongue pushed against my hymen several times, and then he circled the entrance of my pussy before moving up to my clit. His fingers pushed the hood away, and his tongue flicked against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He slid his tongue back to the entrance of my pussy, penetrated me a couple of times, and immediately moved back to my clit. Feeling his tongue inside me felt incredible, but nothing compared to feeling it on my clit. It was like heaven crushing me with sensations of pure pleasure.

  It was so intense that my endorphins begin to surge. I held onto the back of his head, and my body squirmed against the devouring hunger on his lips. My clit became a hard knot against his tongue. I felt his hand on my inner thigh, and then he pushed a finger inside me. A few light thrusts followed, and the combination felt miraculous. I thought I was going to have an immediate orgasm, but I craved the pleasure so much I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

  “Oh god, please don’t stop.” A loud moan rushed across my lips, and I started to writhe on the bed, which only pushed his finger further inside me.

  His finger pressed against my hymen so hard that I thought he was going to break through it for a second. His tongue picked up speed, and he started to give me gentle thrusts with his finger that were a little faster. My back arched against the bed as the pressure began to build up inside me. It was so intense that I felt the struggle to delay my orgasm getting harder by the second. His tongue worked vigorously. He was trying to bring me to the climax I craved, even though I was fighting against it with everything I had.

  My mind started to wander as I rode the wave of bliss. After he was done making me cum, he was going to take my virginity. Thinking about having him inside my pussy got me even more turned on. I writhed against the mattress, imagining that his finger was something much bigger—and it wasn’t going to stop when it felt my hymen offering what resistance it could. I wanted him to do things to my virgin body that I had never dared to crave before. Bradley’s determination and devotion to my pleasure toyed with my thoughts as his tongue brought me closer to bliss. I never imagined meeting a man like him—much less letting him take me to bed on the night we met.

  I felt my legs start to shake and my muscles began to get tight. There was no way to delay the orgasm any longer. My toes curled, and my hands fell away from his head. I balled my fists, and the tension caused my head to roll back against the mattress. A gasp rushed from my lungs and poured across my lips.

  “I’m gonna cum!” My breath came out in hurried gasps, and I felt my words getting tangled up in the back of my throat.

  Bradly’s tongue didn’t slow down. He made my clit hum with euphoria pushing against my tense muscles. I thought they couldn’t get any tighter, but I was wrong. They seized and made my body ached. I was begging for my release—that beautiful climax that was on the tip of my boiling desire. It hit me like a wave. The release felt like the weight of the world was being lifted from my frame. My lips trembled, and I moaned so loud I could feel the echo in my chest. I started bouncing on the bed, but he held me in place.

  The orgasm took every bit of ecstasy that had been building and sent it shooting through my veins like a chorus of jubilation. I verbalized my exhilaration as he took my virgin body to heights of pleasure I never imagined—then I went even higher. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. The pressure released as each wave of orgasmic bliss crashed into me. My pussy spasmed on his finger. My clit started to get extremely sensitive. After nearly a minute of pure euphoria, the feeling began to pass. A sense of peace followed the tension of my first real orgasm and then my eyes slowly started to open.

  “That was incredible…” A lon
g sigh passed across my lips as they twisted into a smile.

  “Not as incredible as what comes next.” He lifted between my thighs and started to unfasten his pants.

  “I want you.” I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded.

  “I want you more.” He kicked his pants and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  I couldn’t wait. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it apart, ripping several buttons in the process. I was surprised to find that he was covered in in beautiful ink. My fingers traced the designs and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He tossed it on the floor and reached for his boxers, but my hands were there first. I stroked his engorged length through the fabric several times and then pulled them down to expose his enormous cock. It looked like it would destroy me when it was forced into my virgin pussy, but I didn’t care.

  Bradley grabbed his pants and fumbled around until he got his wallet open and retrieved a condom. He tore the wrapper open and started to unroll it on his length. He pushed the head into my wetness, and I immediately moaned. My virgin pussy was stretched around his girth as he entered me. There was a slight bit of pressure when he started to push, but that feeling was overwhelmed by my desires. I wanted him. I didn’t care if it hurt. I was going to do precisely what Stacy said and make 2019 my year.

  Even if this is only one night—I’m going to make sure it is the best one of my life.

  Bradley pushed until he was against my hymen and I braced for the inevitable sting of having it torn. A few of the girls at the sorority had compared notes about their first time one night when they were drunk, so I knew there would be some pain. They promised it would fade and I hoped they were right. Bradley kept pushing, and I felt the resistance, but then he pulled back and gave me a thrust that was hard enough to drive past it. I swallowed hard when I felt the first sting of the thin membrane taring.