by Hazel Kelly
A heavy exhale escaped my throat when she grabbed me, and my abs tensed as I watched her roll it down my girth.
When she raised her eyes to mine, they were full of unspoken words, and they stayed that way as she guided me to her entrance.
I lifted one of her legs and pinned it against my hip, struggling to keep my cool as she dragged the tip of my swollen head along her soaking slit.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and desperate. “Don't hurt me.”
“I'll try,” I said. But as soon as she set me in place, I thrust inside her too quickly, and she yelped as her eyelids fluttered. I slapped a hand over her mouth and fixed my eyes on hers as I pulled my hips back, silently berating myself for letting my need come before hers. When I was sure she was okay, I dropped my hand.
“Sorry,” she said, wincing as I broke her in more slowly. “It's just…so big.”
“I know, babe,” I said, lifting her ass and wrapping her other leg around me.
She sank down my shaft, the weight of her body shared between me and the wall I had her pressed against.
I dropped my head against her neck and inhaled her cinnamon sweat. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I got a shock, but I'm…”
“Amazing,” I interrupted. “You're fucking amazing.” Five minutes ago, I thought I'd be bouncing her on my dick by now, but if she needed more time to get used to me, I was happy to stay still in her tightness for as long as she needed.
“Give it to me slow,” she said, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I lifted her ass and lowered her gently, savoring the way she stretched around me. “How’s that?” I asked, lightheaded from how good she felt. “Better?”
“Perfect,” she said, laying a hand on my cheek. “That’s perfect.”
I swallowed my agreement and looked in her half-closed eyes as I filled her.
This girl, I thought. And she thinks I’m too much.
S E V E N T E E N
- Nina -
The breathless sound of his release made me want him all over again as he crushed me against the classroom wall, my numb legs wrapped around him as my own orgasm rippled through me.
How was he still holding me up? Or was his cock doing most of the work? It was hard to tell.
All I knew was that he was the best I'd ever had. Even the first time I knew. Even with the lack of kissing and eye contact, he was still better than the rest. More attentive. More skillful.
Like he wasn't just fucking, but like he was fucking me. I don't know how else to explain it.
All I knew was that the expression on his face while he gave me pleasure made me feel warm and safe and…treasured.
No wonder every girl on campus was horny for him. Not only was his dick worthy of its mythical reputation, but he really knew how to touch a woman.
And I felt lucky to be that woman as he dropped his forehead against mine, his panting breath mingling with my own.
“That was a great idea,” he whispered, dragging his fingers down one side of my face.
“I know,” I said, my body clenching around him as I spoke.
He pulled out of me but stayed close, his fingers traveling to my lips.
I watched his eyes as he traced my bottom lip, his gaze fixated like he was touching the world’s biggest diamond. “You're so fucking pretty.”
I laughed and became aware of the soreness between my legs.
He kept his eyes on my mouth, and I wondered if he was having filthy thoughts about it. Sort of hoped he was.
“Let's get food,” he said suddenly, his eyes flicking back to mine.
“Another great idea,” I said. “We're really on a roll tonight.”
He stepped back, nearly tripping on his boxers, which were bunched around one of his ankles.
I smiled, liking the fact that he wasn't smooth all the time since it helped me overcome how secretely intimidated I was by his experience.
He caught me staring as he took the condom off and threw it in the wastebasket at the front of the room.
“Don't you think we should throw that away somewhere else?”
“Naw,” he said, pulling his boxers up. “Might as well give the janitors something to talk about.”
“What if we want to return to the scene of the crime, though?”
He shook his head. “That's a rookie mistake. Never fuck in the same classroom twice.”
“You've done this before?”
“Would you get dressed already?” he said, nodding towards my pants as he pulled his jeans on. “I'm starving here.”
Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn't want to know the answer to that question.
He leaned against a nearby desk and watched intently as I stretched my leggings on.
“Where do you want to get food?” he asked. “I’m up for whatever.”
I slid my boots on and grabbed my hoodie, shoving my arms in it as I stood back up. “Wendy's?”
“Really? Of all places?”
“Don't you think I've earned it?” I asked, recalling the joke he made before, which he didn’t seem to remember. Regardless, now that the spicy chicken sandwich had penetrated my thoughts, it felt inevitable.
He shrugged. “I suppose a spicy chicken sounds pretty good right now.”
I nodded, but on the inside, I hoped he couldn't read my mind all the time.
Otherwise, he’d know I just soaked my panties again after only one step.
And that I was terrified he was going to break my heart.
***
The comforting smell of salty grease filled Carter's car as soon as the fast food bag came through the window.
“Your car is quickly becoming my favorite restaurant,” I said, putting straws in our drinks.
He laughed. “Mine, too.”
I expected him to pull into the closest free parking space, so when he didn’t, I asked where we were going.
“Gimme a fry, and I'll tell you.”
I put a few hot fries in his outstretched hand before eating one myself as I admired the cut of his jaw, thinking that if I ever decided to fulfill my parents' dream for me and dedicate my life to popping out gorgeous babies, he would be a fantastic sperm donor. “Well?”
He pulled behind the strip mall, and I understood his intentions immediately. Up ahead, there was a small half-frozen lake that looked surprisingly serene considering how trafficked the other side of the building was.
“How did you even know this was here?” I asked.
“Just luck,” he said, pulling into one of a few spaces near a picnic table that was covered in a thin layer of untouched snow. “I longboarded past here once to avoid the parking lot.”
“It's nice.”
“Yeah.”
We stared out the windshield quietly, and as I looked past the lake to the forested area behind it, I got the sense that even if he did make a habit of fucking in classrooms, bringing girls to this spot afterwards wasn't a regular occurrence.
“Hit me,” he said, putting his hand out.
I gave him his sandwich before retrieving mine and setting the bag of fries between us where we could both reach them.
We focused on our tasty dinners for the next few minutes while the soothing tones of CSNY leaked through the speakers, but it wasn’t long before my one-track mind flashed back to the way Carter felt buried inside me.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked eventually, doing my best to sound casual instead of nosy.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah right. You're obviously deep in thought.”
“You really want to know?” He reached in the bag for a few fries.
I tilted my head towards him. “I asked, didn’t I?”
“I'm thinking about the sexy noises you make when I'm inside you.”
I swallowed.
“It's doing wonders for my appetite.” He smiled at me and chomped a fry.
“What noises?”
“You know, the soft sighs and
mumbled moans,” he said. “And when you tell me how good it feels to get destroyed by my dick.”
“I definitely didn't say that last thing.”
“Oh yeah, you're right,” he said, his blue eyes finding mine. “Your body must've sung it.”
I considered attempting a scowl, but the truth was, he was right. I loved the way he felt, the way he moved, the way his touch made my mind go blank. I mean, I'd only been with him twice now, so I wouldn’t say I was addicted, but I was ready to change my whole freaking schedule if that’s what it took to keep being his dirty little secret. Or, at least, one of them.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, flicking off his seat warmer and leaning back.
“I'm thinking we should probably keep hooking up.”
E I G H T E E N
- Carter -
I crumpled my sandwich wrapper and Nina's eyes went wide like she couldn't believe I'd eaten so fast. She even glanced down at her own sandwich for a second before looking back at me.
“Did you even chew?” she asked.
“What? I was hungry.”
“Clearly.” She reached for her Sprite and wrapped her lips around the straw.
It was the first time I ever envied a straw.
“Why did you laugh just now?” she asked, sliding her drink back in the cup holder.
“You mean when you suggested we keep hooking up like it was a friendly business proposition?”
“Isn't it?”
I stared at her sincere expression until I was completely baffled.
“Well?”
I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I wasn't the relationship type. Or at least, my track record of getting bored with women didn't suggest that I was ready for commitment. On the other hand, I really liked her. Not just her face and her body and her gem-colored eyes, but her laugh and her sense of humor and the way the pressure in my chest lifted when she was around.
She chewed her lip. “I mean, I know you're probably casually dating, like, sixteen other people right now, but-”
“It's not that.”
She leaned an ear in my direction.
I angled my body towards her, feeling like I was going to lose no matter what I said. If I made her feel too special, she might get the wrong idea about what I was up for. But I didn't want her to feel like a number, either. Nor did I want her to become one of those girls that I only hung out with when I was drunk or horny. Actually, scratch that. I was usually at least one of those things, so that was irrelevant.
I guess I just found it hard to believe that a girl as awesome as her would settle for anything casual. Then again, I knew women were strange creatures, so I shouldn’t try to guess what she was thinking. “What exactly do you think we're doing here, Nina?”
She considered me for a second before answering. “Having fun?”
“Is that all you want?”
She shrugged. “It's good enough for Cyndi Lauper.”
Her indifference was like a punch to the gut.
“Should I take your silence as a no, not interested, or…?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Not at all. I like you. I like…”
She raised her eyebrows. “Fucking?”
“Of course.”
“So you're happy to keep hooking up and having fun?” she asked. “Or whatever you want to call it?”
“Yeah.” Whatever you want to call it.
“Maybe even a little more often?”
Was I really hearing this? I may have been dreaming about this girl for months, but I never imagined we'd be having this conversation. Should I be flattered? “More often works for me.”
“Cool,” she said, her shoulders relaxing. “Then we should probably establish some ground rules.”
“Ground rules?”
“Why not?” She popped the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth and squinted thoughtfully as she chewed and swallowed. “I mean, there are rules for the Reese’s Game, and I assume you're going to tell me tomorrow that there are rules for frolfing.”
“So we're still on for tomorrow?”
Her brows drew together. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I don’t know. This conversation is starting to make me feel a little cheap so I wasn’t sure-”
“Don't be a drama queen.”
“No one's ever accused me of being a drama queen.”
“Oh right. ’Cause you're the Burger King, apparently.”
I cringed.
“Why is that again?”
“I'd rather not say.” Especially right now.
“Yellow Reese’s you have to tell me.”
“You can't just say Yellow Reese’s whenever you want someone to be honest with you.”
“Damn, really?” she asked.
“Really.”
“So you agree rules are important?”
I sighed. “You’ve made your point.”
Her sharp green eyes blinked knowingly.
“What rules did you have in mind?”
She flicked off her seat warmer, reclined her seat slightly, and turned to face me. “Basically, I don't think we should do stuff sappy couples do.”
I tried to remind myself that out of any other woman’s mouth, those bitter words would have been a welcome gift. But what if her hand brushed against mine? Would it be wrong to take it and curl my fingers around hers? Just for a second? Surely that wasn’t a big deal? It also wasn’t something I’d ever particularly enjoyed before. So why had the thought even crossed my mind? “Like what?”
“Like romantic dinners, for example.”
I gestured towards the windshield. “You didn't think this lakeside feast was romantic?”
She smiled. “It was perfect, actually, but that's the point. Tablecloths and candlelight and cutlery ruin everything.”
“So no expensive dinner dates.”
“Exactly. Just cheap eats that you’d enjoy with any other friend.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Kind of a weird start, but you haven't lost me yet.”
“I don't think we should Netflix unless it involves chilling.”
I laughed. “So no regular box set binge-watching?”
“Never,” she said. “That shit kills sex lives like my mom kills spiders.”
“I assume long phone calls that last late into the night are out?”
“Booty calls and texting are fine,” she said matter-of-factly. “But no talking-talking. It's a time suck, and this arrangement is all about efficiency.”
“Right.” I'll keep that in mind next time I'm fucking you against a wall.
“Why do you look so surprised?” she asked. “You must have other friends with benefits?”
I bit my tongue.
“Speaking of which, I promise to never ask you about that starting now.”
“Ask me about what?”
“Other girls,” she said. “What you do with your own time is your business.”
“What if I don't want you to fuck other guys?”
She blinked at me.
I raised my brows.
“I'm flattered, but…tough, I guess.”
“Tough?” My stomach knotted.
“It’s only fair if the rules are the same for both of us, don’t you think?”
Fair?! Christ. I knew women's lib was a hot topic, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Look, I know what kind of guy you are, Carter, and I'm not asking you to change for me. I like you. Just the way you are.”
“Just not unconditionally.”
“I'm only trying to protect myself.”
I furrowed my brow. “From me?”
She shook her head. “No. From myself. I don't want to become one of those girls that loses her mind and dignity over you.”
“Nina-”
“Don't bullshit me right now,” she said, her expression serious. “I was there the night that blonde Tri Delt threw a drink over you, and the night that DG stormed the stage at Bam’s just so she could cus
s you out in front of everyone.”
“She's not a DG.”
“Whatever. I know you were juggling at least four different girls last semester alone and two of them were twins.”
My face fell. “How do you know that?”
“I just do, okay.”
“Who's the stalker now?”
“I'm not a stalker,” she said. “I'm just not blind.”
I grabbed my drink and downed some Coke, trying to decide whether I was flattered or embarrassed by the fact that she was so aware of my extracurricular activities.
“I'm not being judgmental.”
I scoffed. “Thanks for the clarification.”
“I just don't want to get hurt.”
“Nobody wants to get hurt, Nina.”
“Me especially, though.”
“It would appear,” I said, focusing on my soda again.
“So I don't think we should go to third base either.”
I nearly choked on my drink, and my eyes watered as the fizzy Coke burnt the inside of my nose. “Sorry, for a second there I thought you tried to make a no-third-base rule.”
“I did.”
“Why?” I asked, blinking the burning sensation away. “That's ridiculous.”
“It's too intimate.”
“What the hell does too intimate mean?”
“It means my heart can't handle it.”
“Nina,” I said, hoping to appeal to her reason. “I've wanted to go down on you since last September.” Handle that.
She scrunched her face. “You've only known me since last September.”
I made a tell-me-something-I-don't-know face.
“Still.”
“Still what?” I asked. “I should be able to veto one rule.”
“Can we just try it and see how it goes?”
“Yes. We absolutely should. We should try it again and again until-”
“No, I mean, my way.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” I asked. “Like you secretly have a begging fetish, and you think this will help bring your fantasies to life?”
“No.”
“That's a shame ’cause you're going to have one after this.”
“What?”
I fixed my gaze on hers. “I'm going to beg to lick your pussy every time I see you from now on until I wear you down and you get sick of saying no.”
