Small Town Secrets: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Her curly brown hair catches the light as she looks around, her round face showing up in purple and red in beat with the changing lights. This rare beauty doesn’t belong here, and the sudden rush of arousal makes my cock twinge. This could be the night I find what I’ve been looking for. She suddenly puts her drink down and leaning forwards, her tits almost fall out of that skimpy dress, causing my cock to harden in my jeans for the first time since I started coming here. She starts walking to the door. Oh shit. I need to get to her before she leaves.

  Putting my drink down, I start walking in her direction, but I’ve lost sight of the beautiful female already. I push my way past a tight knot of naked girls, dancing and grinding each other, and ignore the invitation of one of them. The bony blonde tries pressing herself up against me as I pass, but I push her aside impatiently, my eyes on the crowd by the door. Where’s my girl? All of a sudden, she reappears, talking to a tall, hairy-chested man. Possessive rage starts coursing through my blood as I see him touch her arm in a casually intimate gesture. She recoils slightly, and in a sec, I’m by their side.

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t hurt you,” I hear the asshole whisper as he starts coming closer to her. “Unless you want me to, of course.”

  “The lady said no,” I growl.

  She whips around and I feel that surprised gaze on my face, like a warm glow. But my jaw is clenched, my eyes piercing into those of my adversary.

  “There’s no problem here,” he drawls. “This is between me and her, daddy-o.”

  “I’m making it between you and me,” I answer, deepening my voice even more. “Unless you’d like to turn around and fuck off right now.” I feel the girl flinch next to me, and I’m aware of how I must be coming off, but I can’t stop it.

  The hairy-chested man exhales aggressively and for a moment I’m sure he’s gonna take a swing at me, but then he retreats. I allow myself to lower my gaze and am met with her upturned angelic face, those bright brown eyes innocently blinking up at me, surprised. I can’t seem to unclench my jaw or to lose this possessive charge I feel towards her. I realize I should probably say something nice now, so she doesn’t think I’m some kind of beast.

  “You okay?” I manage through clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” she answers, not taking her eyes off mine. I stare at her perfect full, pouting lips, and have to control myself not to take her right then and there. What is this beatuiful creature doing to me?

  “What are you doing in a sordid place like this?” I say instead.

  I can see she’s taken aback by my blunt words, my familiar tone, and my possessiveness.

  “What do you mean?” she says, swallowing. Suddenly I can’t help myself. I put my hand on the side of her face, trying to be gentle, and feel my fingertips grazing the hair behind her ear. I feel her shiver.

  “You don’t belong here. Not in this room, at least.” Slowly, I allow my hand to caress its way down her soft, plump, angel’s arm, taking her hand. And without any further words, I turn and stride across the living room, pulling her behind me.

  This was not exactly the cool introduction I had planned. But when I saw that hairy animal put his hands on this delicate, untouched gem, all possibility of pleasant conversation melted away. What is this possessiveness? I’ve never even met this girl! Fuck.

  I need to get this temper of mine under control. Whoever this girl is, she brings out the caveman in me – after all, I almost jumped that guy back there. And when she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and those full, pouty lips, I could have taken her right then and there, in the middle of the living room. Sheer madness.

  And yet now, I’m pulling her down the hallway to somewhere we can be alone, like some crazed madman. Cool it, Conor. You don't want to scare the poor thing.

  But she doesn't seem scared at all. She trusts me and I can sense it by the way she looks up at me, the way she trembles when I touch her milky skin. No woman I’ve ever fucked, none of those blonde bimbos, ever looked at me like that. I know I can do anything to her and she’d let me with no questions asked.

  Maneuvering my way through the dark hallway, I lead her by her soft hand around couples fucking up against the walls, on the floor, and sprawled across random pieces of furniture. Every inch of this place is crawling with titillating visions, yet all I want is her. I need to find a room, and fast. At the end of the hall I find a door and try it; thank god, it’s open. It’s a tiny space and by the looks of it, normally used as an office - not ideal, but at least it’s empty. I pull the brunette inside and lock the door. The room is so small that there’s not much more space than just the desk and chair. I switch on the desk lamp, and by the soft, dim light, see her looking up at me, full of expectation.

  “You were right,” she whispers as she blinks up at me with those doe eyes. “I don’t belong here. My friend dragged me to this party. I almost left to go wait for her in the car.”

  “Where’s your friend now?” I manage through the tightness of my throat. I realize I’m still growling like an animal, and swallow hard, trying to get my urges under control.

  “She’s off with someone,” the brunette murmurs, and I see her smile and blush, biting her lip shyly. She’s so precious I almost grab her right then and there, but I contain myself, forcing my hands into fists by my side.

  “And is that what you’d like to do too?” The thought of taking this virginal girl makes it almost impossible to form these words.

  Her lips part again in that agonizing, sensual way, and she looks at me, lust growing in her eyes.

  “I don’t even know your name,” is her hesitant reply.

  “It’s Conor,” I manage.

  “I’m Carrie,” and the way she tucks a stray curl behind her ear as she says it is so damn sexy I can’t contain myself anymore. I need her … and she’s going to be mine.

  Chapter Three

  Carrie

  God, the way he's standing in front of me, tense and breathing hard like a caged animal makes me melt inside. I want him so badly I can feel my cunt clench in anticipation. There I had been, only a few moments ago, ready to go wait for Roxy in the car while she was getting “fucked into heaven” as she called it, by an intimidating athletic type. I was so aware of my “jiggly” body around all those good-looking people, I had to get out of there. And then this six foot three inch hunk of pure godliness showed up. My knight in shining armor. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and definitely the hottest guy to ever want me.

  I gaze up at him in this small space, his jet-black hair hanging loosely over his piercing blue eyes, keeping me pinned under his gaze. His square jaw clenches in lust, making the muscles under his day-old stubble move. I’m just trying to decide whether or not I should tell him I'm a virgin, when he suddenly lunges forward, one arm slipping around my waist, his spade-like hand in my neck as he crushes me up against him. Panting, I stare up at him, breathing heavily, and then his lips are on mine. He kisses me so deeply, my knees buckle. Luckily, Conor’s holding me up against him and it makes no difference. His tongue is against mine, and it sends me over the edge. I’m under his control.

  The huge man lowers himself onto the edge of the desk, yanking me up against him. Now he’s seated and we’re on more equal level. That perfectly-sculpted mouth breaks loose from mine to find its way down my neck and onto my tits. Kissing and licking at my cleavage, he gropes at them gently, making me moan.

  “Oh my god, Carrie,” he growls against my skin. “Your tits are delicious. I need to see them.”

  He reaches around the back of my dress and unzips it in a nano second, freeing my DD cups from the confines of the dress. Then his hands are cupping the creamy sacks as he licks at my nipples. Zings of sensation run straight from my tits to my cunt, making my pussy clench spasmodically. If my panties weren’t soaked yet, they are now. I moan and run my hands through his hair, pressing his head against my flesh.

  Suddenly I need to see his cock. I need to feel it in my hand, my mouth, a
nd my cunt. Is this the night I lose my virginity? To this god of a man? I can’t believe it. Somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that I should tell him this is my first time, but it’s pushed aside as I’m grappling with his belt and unzipping his jeans. Before I know it I’m on my knees, pulling out his cock, and I’m momentarily stunned.

  “It’s enormous,” I gasp.

  “It’s because of you,” he grins. “You do this to me.”

  This is going to hurt. But the thought of this huge member in my cunt turns me wild, and I look up at him as I slowly lean down to lick the tip, tasting the salty bead of cum that’s already waiting for me. I’ve always wanted to try this, and my lips enclose the head of his cock in a slippery, sweet vacuum.

  “Carrie, wait,” he pants, his fists full of my hair, and I can see him trying to resist slamming his cock into my throat right then and there. With a moan that’s nothing short of a roar he restrains himself, lifting me to my feet and throwing me down on the desk as he swipes the contents off it in one fell swoop. My panties are gone with a swift rrrip! and my pussy’s bare before those gleaming blue eyes.

  “It’s your cunt I want. Your sweet cunt,” he growls, and he’s on his knees now, kissing my clit and sending a lightening bolt of pleasure through my body. Then his tongue is on me, licking down into my folds and up again, just like the man was doing to the woman on the coffee table.

  “Oh god,” I moan. This has never happened to me before. I can feel my juices run down my thighs. How has he found that tender spot within so quickly? He’s licking at it, soft and hard at the same time, making my thighs tremble. “No, I’m gonna cum,” is my breathless gasp. “Stop.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” he rumbles into my folds.

  “I wanna cum with you inside me,” I manage. “It’s… it’s my first time.”

  Conor stands up then, blinking at me for a moment, stunned.

  “Please,” I moan. “Please don’t be angry. I really want it to be you.”

  That’s all the encouragement he needed. Spreading my thighs apart with one hand, he holds his cock at the base and presses the head up against my opening, teasing me. Oh god, this man feels so good nudging my slit.

  “Ready?” Conor can barely form the word through his excitement.

  “Yes,” I whisper in anticipation. And in one strong, slow movement, he enters me in an explosion of pleasure and pain.

  “Oh my god,” I moan, head lolling backwards as my eyes close. His cock is so hard and huge inside, and I don’t think he’ll fit all the way. But he pushes through the resistance of my virginity, its tightness clutching at his cock. I watch his eyes roll back in his head, and seeing how much he enjoys this turns me on even more. The pain begins to subside, giving way to pleasure.

  “You okay?” he grunts.

  “Yes, yes! Keep going!” I moan in delight. And with a groan, he slowly starts fucking me harder, making my giant tits bounce up and down with the movement, my nipples hard.

  “God, Carrie. You’re so tight. I can’t believe it. I’m not gonna last long,” he groans.

  Even though I’m drenched, my cunt is impossibly small around his cock, and he has to push and pull hard to even move. Gripping my meaty thighs, which I’ve always hated but which he seems to love, he goes faster, pushing his cock in and out of my slippery cunt until I’m teetering on the edge. Conor reaches forward and grips one of my bouncing tits, rubbing the nipple while making me cry out.

  “I’m gonna to cum! Don’t stop!” I scream, and I feel his cock throb in response. Will he really make me cum during my very first time? Does that even happen? But as he pounds my pussy I feel it clench hard around his cock, answering that question for me.

  “Cum for me,” he groans. And a pleasure such as I’ve never felt before rips through my twat, spreading through my whole body and making me cry out. My orgasm sets his off, and I feel his dick suddenly pulse inside me powerfully, so strong it’s almost painful in my tender cunt, while hot juices burst forth. Gripping my wide hips, he thrusts a few more times, emptying himself in my channel, his head now thrown back in ecstasy with those blue eyes closed.

  “Conor,” I whisper. He opens his eyes and looks down at me, a slow grin spreading across his face. With a dirty sucking sound, he pulls out slowly and takes me by the hand, sitting me up and gathering my curvy form to his.

  “How was that?” he breathes down into my upturned face. I don’t even know how to tell him how incredible it was. So instead, I go with the truth.

  “I want more,” is my giggle. But then we both jump at a sudden knock at the door.

  “This isn’t a motel!” comes a muffled female voice from outside the door. Oh shit, oh shit. It’s Roxy outside, and sure enough, the raps on the door become more insistent.

  “That’s my friend,” I giggle. “I guess she’s done with her guy for now.”

  Another hard knock.

  “Carrie?” comes Roxy’s voice again. “Are you okay?”

  Conor grins down at me as we both start dressing.

  “Maybe next week then,” he winks at me before pulling me into a quick kiss, my curves dissolving against that hard male frame. “Are you gonna be back here next week?”

  And unable to speak, I nod with promises emanating from my brown eyes. Because this was the best time ever, and I desperately want to see Conor again.

  But on the drive home, my excitement soon mingles with shame and doubt. After all these years of waiting for the “right guy” and the “right setting” and I lose my virginity to a stranger at a sex club? Right here, in boring Riverbend? Who would have guessed?

  Roxy is elated, of course, and wants to know every detail. I tell her, feeling myself become excited again as I recount how Conor pushed his huge cock inside me and fucked me until I came. The retelling leaves me excited again, pressing my thighs together in the passenger seat.

  “Did it hurt? Was there any blood?” Roxy wants to know.

  “A bit, yeah, but only a little, and only at the beginning,” I answer. And with a sinking feeling I realize I’d forgotten to check for blood. A new wave of disgust at my own actions washes over me. Plus, to make it worse, protection completely slipped my mind. Of course, I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen to keep my cycles regular. But fucking a guy at a small town sex club without protection could amount to issues other than pregnancy, such as STDs. I groan at my own stupidity.

  “You’ll have to get tested,” says my friend importantly. “You never know with these things.”

  Of course Roxy’s right, but at the same time, I can’t imagine that Conor has anything. He’s just too hot and the electricity between us was lightning and thunder mixed into one. So pulling up to my house, I get out and wave merrily at Roxy.

  “Thanks for the ride!” is my cheery goodbye. “See ya later!”

  Exhausted, I flop into bed, the events of the night still churning in my mind. Holy shit, did that really happen? Did I really lose my virginity to a god-like man, gorgeous with an enormous cock? Slowly, I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.

  ***

  A soft knock at the door startles my curvy form. I’m in bed, the late morning sun peeking through my curtains. I sit up against the cushions as the door opens slowly, and Mom’s face appears in the opening.

  “Oh good, you're awake!” Elaine smiles. “I’ve made coffee and pancakes.”

  The thought of having a peaceful breakfast with Mom calms me down. A little normalcy will do me good after the excitement of last night. I squeeze my pussy together under the covers, and the ache makes a tremble go up my spine.

  But I have to act normal, so I smile like everything’s alright.

  “Sounds awesome, Mom. I’ll be down in a bit.” Elaine retreats again, closing the door behind her, as I swing my legs out of bed. A shower will set the world to rights.

  As hot water courses down my body, I recall again Conor’s hands on me, and I grip my soapy tits the way he did. I find myself sig
hing at the thought of his hard, perfect body against mine, his giant cock pulsing inside me as he unloaded himself. The thought of having pleasured a man like that, with the body I’ve always felt so insecure about is something I never thought within the realm of possibility. Delicately, I touch myself between my legs, letting my fingers glide over my soapy clitoris, remembering his tongue there. It feels so good that I’m tempted to try and pleasure myself here in the shower, but then stop. This is wrong. This isn’t me. Whatever Conor unlocked in me, it’s going back in the safe.

  Quickly, I turn on the cold tap as if to seal the deal, and gasp at the sudden blast of icy water. But it helps and I’m knocked back to reality. Must return to Planet Earth. Must act normal.

  Stepping out of the shower, I dry my hair and throw on some jeans and sneakers before running downstairs.

  “Hey Mom,” I manage in a somewhat normal voice. “That smells really good.”

  Elaine turns from the stove.

  “Sit down,” she says. “I’m making your favorite pancakes, the ones that come in the shape of a bear.”

  And pretty soon, we’re back to normal. I’m chewing on my bear pancakes, letting the golden dough dissolve in my mouth. Leaning forwards, Mom suddenly squeezes my hand, and I look up at her, still chewing. She’s smiling warmly at me.

  “It’s so nice to have you home, sweetie,” she says.