by Katy Kaylee
Maybe these were the effects of a wax, I thought to myself as Zac parked his car and we climbed out.
I followed him to the entrance and we went up the elevator to the ninth floor. His apartment was the third door to the left, as the end of the long hallway and had a chrome number four on the dark wooden door.
Zac opened the door for me and I stepped into the dark apartment. I couldn't see a thing until I heard him switch on the lights behind me and I was in awe as his apartment became visible.
It had wooden floors, stylish couches and a flatscreen television against one of the walls. The kitchen had marble tops, silver appliances and was simple yet stylish. It wasn't at all how I pictured his apartment to me, but frankly, I really didn't know what to expect.
“This is really nice,” I said as I turned to him and smiled.
“Thank you. It still needs a bit of work, especially in two of the bedrooms, but I love it,” he said, flashing me a smile and walking to the drawn curtains. “This is the best part though.”
He motioned me over and opened the curtains. The lights of Los Angeles twinkled and I gasped softly. It was the most beautiful view.
He opened the glass sliding door and we stepped out onto a nicely sized balcony. The cool air was welcoming against my flushed cheeks and I stood there for a short while.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked.
“Sure. Surprise me,” I said with a smile.
As soon as he went back inside, I scolded myself for acting so stupid. He didn't seem to mind, and I suspected he knew that I was nervous. I took a deep breath as I heard him in the kitchen and also went back inside, leaving the door open. He was in the kitchen, pouring a single glass of wine.
“You’re letting me drink alone?” I asked as I approached him.
“I learnt the hard way that mixing alcohol does not work for me.”
“So instead you’re allowing me, to mix my alcohol?” I asked and crossed my arms.
“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked.
“No, of course not. I was just saying-”
“Relax, Liv,” he said and handed me the glass. “You’re tense, I can see it. Just drink it. It’ll take the edge off.”
“And probably my clothes too, huh?” I joked.
“Look, if you don’t want to do this, I get it. First times are a big deal for the female species, not that I know why,” he said and leaned against the counter. “Would you care to enlighten me, so I can understand?”
“I guess, but you’re a guy. Guys don’t normally understand anything that has to do with us. Not that I am generalizing, but it’s true.”
“I know. YOu’re a confusing group. We never know what the hell you girls are sad about, or mad about or whatever. You say you’re fine when you’re not. It’s just hard to understand you women, and not some of the time, all of the time,” he admitted.
I chuckled and looked at him for a few seconds. He seriously did look confused, so I felt it was only fair to try to explain why losing my virginity was a big deal, and why I hadn't been able to have sex with anyone yet.
I sat down on the couch, not realizing how incredibly comfortable it was, and let out a satisfied groan.
“I know, that couch is magic,” Zac smiled.
“No magic happened on this couch, right?” I asked with a scowl.
“It’s been a while, so no.”
“I find that very hard to believe, Zac,” I said with narrowed eyes.
“You clearly have the wrong impression of me,” he said and sat down on the couch beside me.
“When was the last time?” I asked.
“The last time I had sex?” he asked and I nodded. “Three weeks ago.”
“Was it a client?” I asked and took a sip of the wine. It was delicious and refreshing, and cooled my ignited insides.
“I told you, I don’t do things like that with clients,” he answered.
“Just with me, right?” I asked and bit my bottom lip.
“Right, which also stays between the two of us, right?” he said.
“Of course,” I scoffed and placed the glass on the coffee table. I kicked off my shoes and shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch, so that I can directly face him. “Do you realize how dead I would be if Alice were to find out about this?”
“You’re telling me. We’d both be dead.”
“Why would you be dead too?”
“Do you seriously think that she’d not kill me if she knew I was the one who took your virginity?” he asked.
“Right,” I sighed and Ran my fingers through my hair. “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve kept a lot of things from my sister that she’s never found out about,” he said and grazed his fingers along my shin.
The mere touch of his skin against mine sent shivers of delight up and down my spine and the idea that we were doing something forbidden suddenly appealed to me so much. The sight of him, his scent, and the way his fingers caressed my skin was all I needed to convince me that this was indeed the best idea I had had in a while, or maybe ever.
“You’re already here now,” he said in a low and husky tone and I glanced at him.
“Let’s do it.”
Zac
Zac
I cocked my head at Liv and a smile formed on my lips. “Let’s do it,” I repeated her words and nodded.
She took a last sip of her wine, probably for courage, and placed the glass back on the table. She glanced at me intently for a brief moment and asked, “What are you waiting for, Zac?”
I licked my lips and moved myself closer to her. I stood from the couch, scooped her up in my arms and she let out a shriek.
“So you’re a vocal one. I like that,” I chuckled as I carried her to my bedroom.
I didn't bother switching on the lights, as the lights through the window gave adequate lighting for me to see. I placed her down on the bed and knelt in front of her.
“You never told me why it’s such a big deal,” I whispered.
“Not now, Zac,” she whispered in return. “Just prove to me that it is.”
I nodded and ran my fingers up her legs, stopping at her inner thighs. I noticed the goosebumps on her smooth skin and I couldn't wait to kiss every inch of her skin, as I had wanted to do for a really long time.
Of course I couldn't, because Alice had sworn that she would literally strangle me with her bare hands if I touched her. Well, tonight I was a dead man walking.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, spiraling me out of my thoughts.
I glanced at her and frowned. “Nothing. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look tonight.”
Liv bit her bottom lip and I felt myself harden against my jeans. I had always loved that about her, as she could make even the most innocent gesture look incredibly sexy, without even knowing it.
“Stand up for me,” I requested and she did.
I stood in front of her and tucked a curl behind her ear. I slowly dropped my hand down to her collarbone, feeling the lace of her dress against my skin. My fingers slid down the rounding of her breast, down her waist and moved back to her curvy ass. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes bore into mine, luring me in. She reached behind her neck and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
“Let me help you with that,” I whispered and gently turned her around.
I pulled the zipped all the way down and as the fabric of her dress parted, it revealed her flawless skin underneath. I slipped my fingers underneath the fabric and shifted it off her shoulders, down her waist and over her hips. It landed in a heap on the floor and she stepped out of it, slowly turning around. Clothed in a matching set of black underwear, the sight of her literally stopped me in my tracks and all I could do was just look at her, allowing the curves of her body to be etched in my mind forever.
“You’re beautiful,” I couldn't help but whisper.
“I wish I could say the same,” she whispered in
return. “Your clothes are in the way.”
A smile formed on my lips as I nodded, and unbuttoned my shirt. I slid it down my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight and she gave me a glance-over.
I slowly approached her, and ran my fingers along her skin, over her underwear, and watched as the desire built up inside her. It was practically eating me up inside and I slowly tugged her panties down. They fell at her feet and I gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed as I noticed a hint of doubt appear in her brown eyes. I didn't want that, but I understood that she was a bit shy. This was a first for her, as it was for me, and I knew that from this moment on, things would never truly be the same between us again.
Maybe I didn't want it to be the same.
I knelt on the floor in front of her and slowly opened her legs, revealing the unchartered territory where no man had ever been. I felt honored that I was the first man to go there, and I vowed to make this a special night for her. She was a great girl and she deserved to have a perfect first time.
My lips skimmed over the soft flesh between her legs and I felt her fell back on the bed with a soft gasp. My tongue softly licked at her clit and her groans grew a little louder which turned me on like nothing on earth had ben able to. Keeping her hips in place, I sucked on her clit for a few more seconds before slowly sliding a finger inside her. Her groans turned to gasps, and I glanced up at her, releasing her clit from my mouth.
Her brown eyes were wide and staring directly at me, her lips slightly parted.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, it feels weird, but good weird.”
“Okay,” I said slowly and licked my lips, still tasting her. “If I hurt you-”
“I will,” she nodded and rested her head back down against the bed.
I slid my finger inside her – slowly at first before quickening the pace and she moaned a few times, sounding breathless and overwhelmed with things she had never felt before.
“That feels good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
I smirked briefly before sucking her clit once more and she cried out, grabbing the sheets as her back arched. I felt her pussy tighten around my finger, but I kept going until she cried out louder than before and I could practically feel her come against my chin.
She had had her first orgasm and I had to say, it felt great to have been the one who made the toes curl, literally.
She lay on her back, panting as she stared at the ceiling and I sat down beside her on the bed. She turned her head to me and looked me in the eyes.
“I can’t believe I waited so long.”
I chuckled and cocked my head at her. “Have you had enough?”
“No,” she panted.
“Hmm,” I said and leaned in to her, kissing her lips, like I had wanted to for almost eight years.
Her lips were sweeter and much more delicious than I had imagined they were, and the kiss soon became heated, filled with desire and passion as she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and pulled me on top of her.
I kissed her neck, listening to the sounds of pleasure she made as I grinded against her, the rough fabric of my jeans pressing up against her sweet, wet spot. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her and moaned.
After skillfully removing her bra, I cupped her full breasts and sucked on her taut nipples, enjoying the sensation of her urging me to carry on. Her body responded so well to mine, but then again, she had nothing to compare it to.
What I did tonight would set the bar for her expectations, and if I played my cards right, and my cock, I might just be allowed to do all this with her again, which was totally fine with me. Her fingers ran down the length of my back and it ent wild sensations of desire through me. I had to have her now, but this couldn't be all about me.
When I felt her hands moved to the front of my jeans, grazing my rock hard cock and struggling to undo my jeans, I let go of her breasts and pushed myself into an upward position. I slid off the bed, undid my jeans and pulled them down, as well as my underwear. Liv’s eyes widened slightly, but only for a moment, and I rejoined her on the bed again.
I knew I had to go slow and gentle with her. I didn't want her first time to be painful and horrible, etched in her mind as the worst experience of her life.
I opened the drawer of my side table and took out a condom in a shiny blue wrapper. I quickly slid it on over my cock, which had been ready to party from the moment I stepped foot in my bedroom and glanced at Liv.
Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were practically glowing in the dimly lit bedroom.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice surprisingly husky.
“Just get over here,” she said with the utmost confidence, which I had to admit was sexy as fuck.
She spread her legs a little and I positioned myself between them, leaning in to kiss her neck. I wanted to enter her as naturally as possible, and as slow as possible. I really didn't want to hurt her, or worse, make her bleed.
The tip of my cock grazed her warm and wet slit and I could practically feel her pussy welcome me inside her, but I resisted.
Seeing her beautiful naked body below mine, hearing her ragged breathing and smelling the thick anticipation in the room made this all the better. The curves of her body was extraordinary and I started to kiss her skin, her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. Between her breasts, her stomach, her lower abdomen, right above her sweet spot.
I massaged her clit with my thumb, watching her eyes begging me to fuck her, and relinquished in the fact that she was at my mercy.
Every shred of pleasure she experienced was because of me, and I drank it in.
I pressed the tip of my cock against her clit, gently tapping it a few times and she moaned loudly, which made me smile. Her pussy was dripping wet and I couldn't wait to be inside her. Angling the head down, I slowly entered her, keeping a close eye on her body language and facial expression.
Her brow furrowed and a pained expression showed up on her face as my cock entered her tight pussy. Brand new and never been used.
“Ow,” she whispered and I froze suddenly.
There was a wince on her face and she took a few deep breaths.
“Should I stop?” I asked.
“You’re already in, aren't you?” she asked.
“Yes, but if it hurts too much-”
“It doesn't hurt that much,” she answered. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I answered.
“What was your first time like?” she whispered.
I frowned and cocked my head. “Why?”
“I just want to know.”
“Honestly, it was terrible. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing,” I admitted, “and I lasted for about thirty seconds.”
She pouted slightly and said, “But you’re much better now, right?”
I chuckled and nodded. “I would say so, yes.”
A smile formed on her lips and she chuckled as well. “I’m sorry. I am just so nervous about this.”
“You shouldn't be. You’re doing great,” I assured her.
“But I’m not doing anything,” she said. “I’m just laying here with my legs open.”
“It’s not about that, it’s you. Your body, your presence, everything is perfect, and you should worry,” I said to her and brushed a lock of har off her face.
“Thanks, Zac. You have no idea how good that makes me feel,” she whispered.
“I might have a little idea,” I smirked at her. “Do you want me to go on?”
She nodded slowly and said, “Just keep doing what you’re doing, and go slow.”
“Of course,” I said to her and slowly buried my cock deeper inside her.
I felt her relax around me and her breathing evened out once again. The wince on her face had disappeared and she stared at me, her hands placed against my chest. I expected her to shove me away at any given moment, but luckily she didn't.
My pace was s
low as my cock slid in and out of her, and once she became familiar with the motion, I lowered my torso and kissed her on the lips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me deeper access inside her.
I followed Liv’s lead on how fast to go, and as soon as the first pleasure-filled moaned escaped her throat, I knew I was on the right track. She dug her fingernails into the skin of my back which sent my own horniness into full overdrive.
“Can I go faster?” I whispered against her lips and she nodded.
I picked up the pace and she moaned against my mouth as I sucked on her bottom lip.
“Oh my god,” she panted.
My orgasm was closing in fast and as she tightened around me, I felt myself being pushed over the edge, Liv following shortly after. Her moans were loud and sensual, and made the orgasm so much better.
I glanced down at her, her cheeks flushed from all the heat between us and her hands dropped down from my back. Her breathing was ragged once again and she stared at me intently.
I cocked my head and glanced at her expectantly, but neither one of us said a single word.
I drove her back to her apartment afterwards, as I didn't want it to be too awkward at the apartment. Our date was over, mission accomplished, so there was no point in hanging around, right?
The car ride was quiet and even though I felt the need to say something to her, I didn't. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, and how she was feeling inside herself right now. I knew that this was a big deal to her, and even though it had gone amazingly, something in her eyes told me that there will be a lot of confusing feelings in her mind at that moment, and for a while to come. She’d probably spend the entire night recalling the events in her mind, to figure out if there was something she could have done differently. She shouldn't do that though, she was perfect.
As I stopped in front of her apartment building, I expected her to climb out immediately and scurry off as she would usually do, but instead she stayed seated and turned to me.
“Thank you, for tonight, Zac,” she said, her eyes warm like hot cocoa.
