I smiled and looked up at him. “Why thank you.”
“My pleasure. It’s the truth.” He pulled me in completely, closing the gap between us. Body to body, the fabric between felt like a thin layer separating us. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, but I felt so drawn to him. I wanted to know more about him, see who was behind the mask.
“So who are you exactly?”
“Someone who admires you.”
I chortled. “But can I see who it is under there?” I brought my finger to his face and tried to peel away the mask, but he cocked his head out of my reach.
He shook his head. “That’s not part of the venetian theme, Emily. Else it wouldn’t make much sense to dress up anyway.”
I laughed. “You’ve got a point there.”
He looked to the left, staring at a couple that was dry humping each other. It looked as if they were having sex, only with their clothes still on, but it didn’t matter much. It was disgusting to look at.
“You see, this is what I mean,” I said and winced. “These people are so dirty.”
He chuckled. “I agree, it’s kind of distasteful. Sex is meant to be sweet, cherishing, pleasurable too, but mostly loving. Two people, together, alone. Not like this.”
“Yeah, indeed,” I said. “Though sometimes I’m a bit envious.”
“Why would you be envious of that?”
“Well, at least they’ve already done it. They know what it’s like. I haven’t even set foot into guy-land.”
He looked down upon me and took my chin into his hand, the soft caressing feeling leaving a tingle on my skin. “Someone like you should be cherished.”
I flushed and looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed.
He came closer again, his lips so near to my ear I could feel them hum. “I can help you with that.”
Then he suddenly let go of me and walked away.
“Hey! When will I see you again? I still don’t know who you are!” I shouted across the room. The people around me stared like I was a lunatic.
He turned his face. “Tonight.” Then he sauntered off out of the room and left me standing there, breathless.
I felt utterly naked right now, even though I still had my clothes on. Something unfamiliar, a hot sense, started urging inside me. My brain told me not to think of it, but my heart wanted to feel what it was like to be loved.
Becky stormed in and grasped me by my shoulder, pulling me out of my fantasy.
“Hey, girl! If you wanna go back, I don’t mind, but I’m gonna stay here a little while longer. Actually, don’t expect me back before three a.m. … Gonna find some hotties to have a good time with!” she screamed and waved her arms in the air, then ran off again. Such a party girl.
I pushed my way through the crowd, and then up the stairs and back to my dorm room. When I closed the door behind me and took off my mask, taking in a breath of fresh air.
Then I noticed there was something lying on my bed.
I walked closer and saw it was a blue note, black words scribbled on it and a rose that lay on top.
‘Watching you is like looking at the sun, warm and bright. Touching you was, and hopefully will continue to be, even better. If you will accept me, I can love you like no other man will.’
I smiled and picked up the rose to smell it, closing my eyes.
Something moved closer behind me and before I knew it, my hair was brushed away from my neck and wet lips parted on my skin.
I gasped and the rose dropped onto the floor. He grasped my arms and kept me in place, so I couldn’t turn around.
“Relax, Emily, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured with a low voice in my ear. His lips brushed along my ear, and then gently sucked on my earlobe.
I shuddered and turned my head, but all I saw was his golden mask.
“I’ll worship you, Emily, but I want it to be special for you,” he said and pecked my neck, working his way down to my shoulder blades, and then down my arm, lifting it halfway up in the air. His rugged fingers drifted across my skin, heightening my senses.
“Will you let me?”
“Yes.” The words had slipped out before I realized it.
“Alright.” His hands moved away and for a second they were gone. Then his arms were around my neck and he held a black shawl in his hands, dangling it in front of my eyes.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, and then moved it closer. He covered my eyes with it and I felt him tug on it, before tying it behind my head.
“There,” he said. “Now I can take mine off.”
“Why’s that?” I asked. I tried to think of the man behind that voice, but I couldn’t place it. He was definitely masking it.
“Because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make love to you, Emily.” He chuckled.
I flushed and felt the heat rise to my head. “But—”
“Shh,” he whispered and kissed just below my jaw line. “Just enjoy.”
I heard muffling sounds and clips loosened, and then something dropped to the floor.
“Ah, much better,” he said, and then I felt his arms slowly embracing me again. His warm breath on my skin, sturdy arms around me, a gentle peck on my neck and I was his. I melted in his arms right there and then. I didn’t know who he was, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to be loved. I was finally free to do what I want and now I was ready for the next step in my life.
He twirled me around his arms and pressed his lips on mine. He was smooth and gentle, his sultry lips massaging mine as we kissed. He was moist and sweet, just like I’d hoped. With his lips he parted mine and soon his tongue dipped inside my mouth, tasting me. And his smell … oh he was divine. The exotic, tropical scent of his aftershave was intoxicating.
Moving away, he trailed kisses from my cheeks to my neck, down to my sternum and left soft pecks on my collarbone. His fingers slid along my arms, the other hand slithering across my back, tracing my spine.
Then he zipped open my dress and I felt the fabric slide off my skin. I shuddered when his fingers smoothed over the dress, nudging it down. His lips dragged down to my bra that was barely covered and with his teeth he pulled my dress down, exposing my lingerie. The dress dropped to the floor and I felt it hang on my feet.
A muffled laugh came from his mouth. His wet tongue moved across my breast and then he gently cupped it, squeezing softly. I gasped for air, but he shut me up with a kiss on my mouth.
He hooked his fingers under my bra and pulled the straps down. I felt so naked and vulnerable, not being able to see anything. He could do whatever he liked to me and it was both exciting and scary.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered in my ear, and then he unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I quivered.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
The pads of his thumbs moved across my breasts and circled my areola, making me hiss slightly. Lingering on the tip of my nipples until they became hard, he kissed me on my lips, his saliva building up. Then he pinched them both, rolling them between two fingers.
Oh, lord, this is hot!
He skidded across my breasts, his movement increasing in speed, and he squeezed my flesh before drifting down toward my belly button. His fingers trailed my hipbone and I held in my breath as he tugged on my panties.
“I’m only here to love you, not to harm you,” he said, and then he pulled them down. I didn’t know where his head was, but I sure as hell knew he was looking at my privates. The sound that came from his mouth, a mixture of groaning and an excited laugh, told me he liked what he saw.
I was uncertain what a guy would think of me, of my body, but now I knew it was nothing to be afraid of. He had lust and wanted me. No matter how I looked, I was good enough for him.
Then he picked me up, holding me by my hips, and I squealed. He set me back down on a soft mattress, presumably my bed.
“If this is your first time, I want it to be special,” he murmured. I felt his moist lips on my lower leg, moving up toward
my knees. His fingers dug into my skin as his lips traced their way up to my thigh. I let out a moan and he kissed me even more fervently.
“If you do that, it’s hard for me to hold back,” he said and let his tongue slide up and down my groin.
I heaved a sigh from excitement and dropped back down on the bed. My legs were beyond the rim of the bed, his face was in between my thighs.
And then I felt his tongue, pressing down on my most private spot. A cry escaped my mouth.
“Well, you’re rather sensitive, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I … I’ve never done this before.”
“Not even fondled with yourself?”
“Sometimes, but never had someone else do it before.”
He laughed, the low sound enthralling. “What an honor for me then.”
Then he dipped his tongue in fully. I moaned, his lips suckling on my labia. This was amazing. It was the most titillating, erotic feeling I’d ever felt, like I wanted to shove my groin further into his mouth. I wanted this more than anything. I never felt something like this before.
He circled around my clit, suckling on it in between, making me tremble. Electric shocks buzzed through my body as he alternated his kisses with sucks and licks. My clit was throbbing and he was licking all the moist that came from my vagina.
Jesus this guy knows how to make me squeal!
As he moved up and down, left to right, I felt the heat rising in my belly. I had the urge to squeeze my legs together, because everything cramped up, but he insistently nudged them aside.
Then I felt his fingers drift over my groin. He was still suckling on my nub and then circled my opening with his finger.
God that’s good!
I moaned and I think it only made him want to go further. His finger gently dipped inside, carefully, like he was afraid I couldn’t handle it. But it felt wonderful. He pushed it further, caressing my walls on the inside, stroking along a sensitive spot that made me shudder.
I bit my lip when he plunged another finger inside, dipping them in and out, while he was still furiously licking my pussy. Everything was blocked out except for him and me. All I heard were my juices being sucked and his fingers working my pussy.
“You taste delicious, Emily,” he said and suckled on my inner lips. “I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I’ve never … this is amazing!” I blurted out.
He chuckled and began kissing and licking faster, his strokes harder. His fingers dipped in and out of me, going with increasing speed each time. I was rising to a climax I’d never experienced in my life.
“Come for me, Emily,” he whispered, flicking my clit with his tongue and he circled around inside my pussy.
I let out a moan and a cry, all my senses directed to that one spot in my loin. And then the explosion came. It burned through me like a hot streak, firing up my core. I winced, my feet cramped up, my muscles contracting. I felt it all, the sensation setting me aflame.
He suckled on my knob until it was sore and dipped his tongue into my vagina, before retreating. I was panting like I’d just run a marathon.
“Hmm,” he murmured and I felt his hands squeeze my thighs before releasing me. Then he was gone.
I didn’t know where he’d gone; I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold still covering my sweaty face. But then I heard noises in the background. Clothes dropping to the floor. An elastic band springing. His bare feet coming closer.
His warm hands were on my shoulders and he nudged me to lie down, gently directing me to the side so my head was on the pillows. He came up beside me, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. I felt his lips on my skin, close to my breasts. He shortly suckled on my nipples, hardening them, then removed his lips again, leaving a sexy, wet spot.
“You’ve never seen a guy naked, have you?” he asked.
“No,” I muttered.
He chortled. “Guess you’ll have to find out how I feel instead then, since you can’t see anything.”
My eyes widened hearing that. I knew he was on the bed right beside me, but I didn’t know what he was going to do and the mere thought was already very arousing.
His fingers glided over my hand and he picked it up, guiding it toward his pectorals. He moved across his nipples using my fingers and slid down to his abs, hobbling over each bump. I bit my lip as he let go of my hand, letting me explore on my own.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and leaned on one, while the other skimmed its way across his torso. I touched every bit of skin I could reach; his trained abs, taut muscles, his belly button, his v-line. And then I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Don’t be scared. It’s not going to hurt you, you know,” he said. “Well, maybe only a little, but you’ll like it.” He laughed a bit.
I moved down, feeling his prickly, rugged skin, all the way to his pubic bone and then stopped, hesitating if I could do this.
“Touch it. I like it when you do. Go on.” His voice was insistent and gruff.
My hand slithered down until I reached his cock. It thumped under my touched. My finger slid over his foreskin and he hissed with pleasure. I giggled and felt my way around his member, stroking it with delight. I moved my hand across, from root to tip, and he groaned when I reached the head.
“Wow, you’re big,” I said.
“Really, thanks,” he said.
“Not that I have anything to compare it with.”
We both laughed and I heard him rip open a packet, then a slick sound, probably the condom sliding over. He moved on top of me, lying down on my body. He kissed my lips, the smooth, gentle touch filled with passion, not just lust.
And then his dick slipped inside. I gasped, but he silenced me with a kiss. He gently pushed forward, taking it slow, letting me get comfortable with him. And oh lord … this fulfilled feeling. I didn’t know what I had been missing all this time.
He gradually increased his speed, cupping my breasts with one hand and squeezing it. He gave me quick pecks on my neck and my collar bone, while gliding in and out. It was big and hard, and it felt so yummy.
His member fluttered inside my pussy and he moaned into my mouth when he kissed me again. His tongue flicked around mine and I became more and more aroused. My feet curled around his body, opening the way for him to go deeper. He took the opportunity gratuitous.
His thrusts became faster as he squeezed into my flesh, making me moan. The pad of his thumb skidded across my bare, hard nipples and I dug my fingernails into his back. His breathing became ragged and his cock pulsated against my inner walls.
“Oh, god, yes!” he muttered and then I felt a warm spout inside me. He groaned and arched his back. His member continued pumping the seed and I felt it squeeze tight in my pussy. A few thrusts and then he stopped, remaining inside me.
My god. I just had sex. I’m no longer a virgin.
He slumped back down on top of me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, before slipping his cock out of me.
I was exhausted. Panting, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lovely, hot feeling washing over me.
But then he got off. I sat up straight. I wanted to take the black shawl around my head, but he stopped me. “Please, wait,” he said. I let my hands drop to the bed as he planted another kiss on my moist lips.
After he took his lips off, I heard the muffling sounds of clothes being picked up. “You will see me again, I promise.”
Then a door opened and slammed shut again.
When he was gone, I fell down onto the bed and took the shawl off. I was naked. Filled to the brim with joy. Smiling a cheesy smile. This party was the best I’d ever had.
***
Becky didn’t even come home last night. I don’t know what she was doing, but I’m pretty sure it was something similar to my experience.
My mind was haunted by questions that needed answering. Who was the mysterious guy that had seduced me in the middle of the night? The same one that danced with me, coerced me into making love? I enjoyed
every part of it and I needed to know who it was.
I sauntered out the door and went to Kev’s room to talk to him about it. I didn’t know what I was going to say, because it was a strange subject to talk about with a guy, even though he was my best friend and all.
When I arrived, Kevin sat on his bed, Ryan stood at the door.
“Hey, you guys can I—”
I peeked over his shoulder. On Ryan’s bed lay a notebook with blue pages. On the table beside his bed was the mask that the stranger from last night had worn.
“It’s you!” I squealed and I took Ryan’s hands in mine.
“What?” he stammered.
“Sorry, Kev,” I said. He was gawking us and stood up.
I looked back at Ryan, who seemed confused. “That book, the note on my bed, your mask!” I pulled him to the hallway and took him to my room, dragging him along. I didn’t want Kevin to have to listen to this awkward conversation.
“It was you wasn’t it?” I said.
Ryan smiled and squinted at the same time.
“You swept me off my feet last night. I want to be with you. Would you be my boyfriend?” I said. I knew I sounded incredibly dumb, but I was so love struck, I just wanted to get it out there, in the open.
He flushed and put his hand behind his head. “Uh, yeah, sure. Cool,” he said. “But I have to go to class now. Can we talk about this later?”
“Sure,” I said and hugged him tight. He was glowing red and I wondered if it was because of my straightforwardness. Then he left again in a hurry.
I heaved a sigh, turned around to face the window and thought about the wonderful sex we had last night.
Suddenly, I felt a finger drift along my neck, brushing aside my hair. A warm breath soothed my skin and I closed my eyes, feeling his lips on me again.
“You’re back,” I muttered.
But when I turned around, it wasn’t Ryan. It was Kevin.
“What?” I stammered.
In his hand he held the mask. He raised it, placed it over his eyes, and I recognized the face that had given me the deepest, darkest pleasure.
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