by Anne Leigh
“You’re fucking gorgeous, babe.” I knew what he saw. I’ve stared at myself countless of times in the mirror. He would see my regular-sized breasts with puckered pink nipples, freckles and tiny moles spread across my body, and my black panties, dripping with wetness.
His fingers outlined my naked breasts and I ground onto his legs. I sat on top of him. I liked this position. I enjoyed seeing his head wrapped around my nipple. It made me even wetter. I might be inexperienced, but I was familiar with what pleasured me. Zander sucking on my nipples was definitely pleasurable.
"You are so hot,” his voice got huskier, hoarser, every time he spoke. My nipples were entrapped in his lips.
"Zander, jeans off, now." I looked at his burning gaze and licked my lips.
When his jeans were finally off, I pushed him onto bed and climbed on top of him again. I started kissing his lips, working my way down. I've heard enough stories from my girlfriends and Tanya and I watched a couple of ‘educational’ movies last weekend so I have a pretty good idea of what I was doing.
When I licked his nipples, Zander let out a groan.
"Ohhhh, baby that feels so good. If you keep on doing that, this will be over in a minute."
He lifted me up the bed and slowly put me down. This time, I was underneath him. He trailed kisses on my lips, my earlobe, my neck, and my shoulders. I felt his fingers working their way down to my center. He took a breast into his mouth and at the same time, flicked a finger in between my thighs.
“Ohhh,” I moaned.
"Baby, you're so fucking wet," he barely got the words out.
His right hand was inside my panty and his fingers were busily working inside them. He was building the momentum. I felt the rough pads of his fingers against me. The sensations were heady, arousing. He removed his head from my breast and came up to my face. He opened my mouth with his tongue and when I responded, he sucked on my tongue. In and out. In and out. He kept sucking while his fingers were working their magic down below.
His mouth burned my skin. His eyes were darkened with unrestrained desire. He lowered his head to one of my nipples and flicked it with his tongue.
"Ahh, Zander," I whispered, my voice filled with desperation, the need to be fulfilled was paramount.
"You okay, baby?" he whispered. He pulled my panty down and over my legs.
"Oohhhh yes!” I groaned. I wanted more. He must have sensed it because he slowly entered me with a finger. I came apart. He continued licking my nipple as he plunged another finger inside of me.
I thought I heard him say ‘tight’ when I felt another finger enter me. I felt full. I needed more. I felt myself easing up as his fingers entered me deeper. I was dripping wet, soaking his fingers.
"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned. His other hand played with my breasts. I lifted his hand to my mouth and sucked on a finger.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted. His hips rocked on the bed. My legs were spread apart to his ministrations.
He slowly removed his finger from my mouth, finding its way down to my wetness; he lowered his mouth down to breasts and sucked on them greedily, as if he couldn’t get his fill.
"Zander, I'm coming."
I heard a foil packet being ripped open. Zander's fingers were removed from inside of me and I instantly felt empty.
In a matter of seconds, the emptiness was gone. He filled me, stretching me. I looked at his face and his forehead was slightly wrinkled, as if he was in pain.
"Baby, you're so tight. Aahh…You feel so fucking good."
His pace was slow in the beginning. He was getting me accustomed to his size. It was a filling, stretching, slightly uncomfortable sensation. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm. I did not know what I needed. I just wanted more.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him. I wanted him to increase his speed. He must've sensed this because he started pumping in and out me in rapid, short strokes.
"Aahhhh, you feel so good," his voice echoing in the room.
"I want you,” I urged him to keep going as I clamped my legs on his butt and felt him straining deeper inside of me.
He increased his speed until he almost shouted, "I'm coming, babe!”
I felt the spurt of wet heat spread inside the condom. He stayed inside me for a couple of minutes. He was panting on top of me.
“Fuckin’ amazing,” he roared. Then, realizing that he was still on top of me, “Am I too heavy for you?" his voice apologetic.
"A little," I said smiling into his eyes.
He kissed the top of my head and slowly pushed himself up.
"As much as I want to stay on top of you, I think I better get rid of this," referring to the condom.
I was so glad Zander had his own bathroom. This meant that I didn’t have to go out of his room to change or wash myself. With the loud moans coming from his room a few minutes ago, I felt my face heat up at the prospect of running into his roommate on the way to the bathroom.
I slowly sat on the bed and immediately, I felt different. My body felt sore, used. My knees shook and my hands, unsteady.
I heard his footsteps come closer to the bed.
"Sedona, are you a virgin?" he asked. His eyes burned through me. His face was slightly pale.
"Huh?" I was caught off guard. How did he find out?
"Are you?" he asked again. This time, his voice was softer.
"No, I'm not," I answered.
"Then why are there some streaks of blood in the condom wrapper?" He didn't look angry. As a matter of fact, he looked quite shocked.
"Well, I was a virgin," I took a big gulp of air, "until a few minutes ago."
All of a sudden, he was by my side, hugging me and kissing me.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have gone slower or gentler or more careful with you." He was rambling, nervous, and apologetic at the same time.
I couldn't see his face because he was more than half a foot taller than me and my forehead was tucked just a little above his chin.
"Zander, shhhh. You were so good with me. I couldn't have asked for more." I tried to silence him.
He slowly let go and said, "You stay here, ok?" Then he went back to the bathroom.
About 3 minutes later, he came back to the bed.
"You're probably sore. I think it's good if you have a warm bath." The expression on his was face filled with gentleness.
"I think that's a great idea," I smiled at him. I was right. My first time was great because of him. He was sensual, passionate, and caring.
He stood to the side while I walked to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, I saw that he had the bathtub half-filled with water and bubbles were starting to form on top of the water. Where did he get bubble bath soap? The half-filled open bubble bath container was sitting on the edge of the tub.
I found myself close to tears.
As one, two, tears trickled down my face, I realized I was crying. Happy tears. I cried because Zander was such a great guy. I couldn't have found a better man to lose my virginity to. I cried because no matter what happened between us, he will forever hold that piece of me. My first lover.
I must have dozed off in the tub; I barely heard Zander's knock.
"Everything ok?" he asked as he entered the bathroom.
I nodded as he handed me the towel hanging on the side of the towel rack.
I slowly stood up from the tub and I heard him exhale.
"You should stay here tonight," he said, matter-of-factly. He grabbed 4 pieces of tissues from the Kleenex box by the bathroom sink.
"Hmm, do you want me to?" I looked at him in the mirror. He was wearing his navy boxers with no shirt.
"If you want-" I replied. I was still staring at him in the mirror. He was really a sexy guy. His muscles rippled in all the right places. His piercing blue-green eyes and lips were a molten combination. I wasn't aware that I licked my lips until he mentioned it.
"Babe, I know you're sore so no round two tonight. But if you keep looking at me like that and ke
ep licking your lips like that, I won't be held responsible for what I do." He teased. I saw an outline of his hardness tenting his boxers.
"Oh." I swallowed. My attraction for him was so strong. I was torn between going for number 2 and resting. Resting won when I felt the soreness between my legs.
"I've early football practice tomorrow so I'll leave around 6," his eyes met mine in the mirror.
I nodded, "Ok."
He walked outside the bathroom towards a baby grand piano on the far end of his bedroom. I didn’t notice it before. Obviously, my attention was somewhere else or something else when I first went inside his room. He used the tissues to wipe the accumulated dust on top of the piano. Then, he pulled out a chair and started fiddling with the keys.
I grabbed the dry, green towel from the rack and started drying my hair. I saw my reflection in the big mirror in front of me. Violet eyes stared back at me. About 5 inches below my shoulders my hair was entangled throughout my fingers. The towel felt rough on top of my breasts. I gasped when I saw whisker burns on top of my chest and some on the right side of my cheek. I touched them and my skin tingled. I felt like a complete woman. Outside of this bathroom, was the man who made me feel that way. I couldn't wait to spend the night with him.
Zander was playing a soft melody on the piano. It was a dance song by Cascada, “Everytime We Touch.” He was playing it as a slow track. I sat beside him. The play of the muscles on his arms and fingers as he ran his fingers through the keys was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen.
I looped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his shoulder.
“I haven’t played in a while,” he whispered. He played classical, pop, and even rock. The songs tugged on the strings of my heart. He was trying to reach for something intangible in the pieces that he was playing. In the beginning, his fingers burned through the keys. The longer he played, the more I noticed the shift in his demeanor. The tension in his shoulder muscles began to ease up. His eyes went from stormy and tumultuous to relaxed, peaceful.
I must have fallen asleep on his arms. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted and carried onto a bed. I sank into the pillow and was slowly turning to the side when I felt his arms around my stomach.
He pulled me close to him. The last thought I had was, His bed’s way softer than mine.
I snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep.
Zander
She was a virgin.
Wow.
I was still wrapping my head around that fact when I woke up this morning. Her ass was firmly snuggled against my morning erection. Her feet were tucked under a pillow. She was such a deep sleeper.
At 22, I've slept with tons of women. I had a healthy sex drive. As long as I had protection, I've had regular sex since I turned 15. Until two years ago. Because of Chrissy. When everything in my world shifted and it had not been the same ever since.
I could not rationalize how she remained a virgin. How did that happen? I knew she was with Brennan for a year. That was what she told me the other day, over the phone. She did not have a shortage of admirers. Guys checked her out everywhere we went. She was extremely attractive. Whatever the reason was, I was dumbfounded. I did not expect that. At first, when I pulled out the condom, I thought I was rough on her and must've caused her to bleed. But I've had years and years of practice and I've never encountered that.
For some reason, she thought I was worthy to be her first. I saw it in her eyes. No hesitations. She just handed it to me without a fuss. What the fuck did I do with that? She snuggled closer to me. It was almost time for me to go.
All my life, football practice was something I looked forward to. This morning, I wanted to be here when she woke up, to look into her eyes, and greet her “good morning.”
I wanted to keep playing the piano for her. She looked like she really enjoyed it. I thought I was a bit rusty. I haven’t touched the piano in a long time. Having her here, after a great night, I felt the need to play my favorite pieces for her. The first time my fingers touched the piano keys, it felt like home. I played until she fell asleep. Her head felt so natural against the crook of my shoulder. She fit perfectly. To me. To my life.
I was so tempted to call John and cancel. I had to keep my commitments. However, Sedona had no car. If she wanted to go back to her place before I got back from practice, she wouldn’t be able to.
I slowly lifted her hand off of my chest. I kissed the side of her neck. Damn, she was delicious. She did not stir. I must have really tired her out.
Fridays were 4 hour-gym workouts with the team. It was optional but I’ve made it mandatory, personally. If I wanted to be in the NFA, I had to stay on track and stay disciplined. Discipline sucked big time when I wanted so much to stay with her.
I stood up, brushed my teeth, and put my workout gear on. I stopped by Xavier's room and asked him to drop me off at the gym. I knew Xavier was sleeping, but this was the least he could do for me. He interrupted my date last Saturday and he stared at Sedona’s ass. Karma was a bitch. And it was being served to him cold at 7 am, Friday morning. He did not have classes until 1 PM so he could get his sorry ass up and drive me.
I went back to my room, wrote her a quick note, and put my car keys on top of it.
I kissed the top of her forehead and left my room. Xavier groggily stood by his bedroom.
He asked, “Dude, did I hear some piano-playing last night?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
He stood straighter and walked ahead of me. I thought I heard him say, “Good.”
I pulled on my cap and followed him out.
Chapter Ten
“Don’t jump halfway. Jump all the way.”
Sedona
After that night, Zander became a regular visitor at my place. I had a bedtime curfew of 11 PM on certain days of the week. I knew it was hard for him to grapple with the fact that I had a self-imposed curfew but he went along with it. He had football and classes. I had classes, clinical rotations, thesis, tutoring, and tons of group work. We were both really busy so we haven’t had any alone time. He called a few hours ago to let me know that he was coming over.
He brought a bag of Indian food. And, chicken wings? He shrugged his shoulders when my brows lifted curiously at the Hudson’s bag of chicken wings and said, “They’re my favorite.”
I watched him open the take-out boxes in the kitchen. Gah, the way the muscles on his arms flexed as he grabbed the plates from my cupboards was so sexy. His blue-green gaze flared when he saw the way I was watching him.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might change my mind and go for dessert instead,” he muttered.
Heat rushed my face, “Oh.”
I had the urge to go straight to dessert too, if only my stomach didn’t rumble.
“Thanks for bringing food. I didn’t realize how late it was,” and I filled up my plate with curry and rice. It was delicious.
We ate in companionable silence. His hands lingered on me and he smiled at me once in a while. In the middle of scooping up a second serving of the minced beef and his 12 chicken wing, he asked, “Sedona, is it cool if we become exclusive?”
Exclusive?
I was momentarily stunned. Yes, we had sex last week. My first time. His…nth time. He dated a lot of women before me and from what I heard from Tanya, he wasn’t into exclusivity. Was he asking me this because he found out I was a virgin?
His eyes probed as I tried to find the right thing to say.
“Why?” I asked.
He was sitting across from me so I saw the distinct muscle twitch in his jaw.
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Zander, don’t you think we’re moving kind of fast?” I tried to reason.
“No, I don’t think we’re moving fast. I feel like everything was in slow motion before we actually got together,” he said.
“Hmm.”
His eyes flickered, “You don’t want us to be exclusive?”
How did I answer that?
“You’re still not ready for anything?” he prodded, “Let me say this, babe. This, you, are not just any thing to me.”
“Zander, just because I was a virgin,” I paused and slightly arched my eyebrows, “It doesn’t mean that you have to be exclusive with me.”
He choked on the glass of water he was in process of drinking, “What?! You think I want to be exclusive cause of that?”
“Well, let’s see, you have a different woman every couple of days and now you want us to be exclusive, after seeing each other for a week. I think there’s something wrong with this picture.”
