by Wilde, Ora
“Andrea, did those bitches come back while I was away?” he asked. “Is everyone safe? Did anything happ...”
He stopped talking as he saw the tears in my eyes which once again dribbled into my cheeks.
“What the fuck?!” he continued. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”
His voice was filled with sincerity and concern.
Much like Finn’s. And he broke my heart.
Guys can’t be trusted.
So I didn’t answer him. I just wearily rested my head on the side of the window.
He didn’t wait for my invitation. He leapt over the sill and into my room. Then he held my arm and turned me to face him. He wiped my tears with his hand... dusty and dirty from all the climbing he did. He probably left a streak of grime over my cheek, so he wiped it off with the base of his palm.
His act seemed so caring... so concerned... so genuine...
Much like Finn’s.
Guys can’t be trusted, Andrea. Always remember that.
“Who hurt you?” he asked. I didn’t have to tell him I was in pain. He knew.
I still didn’t reply. I just bowed my head and my tears drizzled to the floor.
He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth in anger.
“I’m gonna fuck that guy up really bad,” he said with so much conviction that I actually dreaded what he was planning to do. “I never trusted that boyfriend of yours ever since. He’s the queen of motherfuking fakers.”
Strong words.
Of rage for the fate that befell me.
A caring response, in a weird sort of way.
Much like Finn, whenever he felt that something or someone did me wrong.
Guys can’t be trusted, Andrea! Be smart and see through their lies!
“What did that asshole do to you?” he asked, firmly. “Did he cheat on you? Did he fuck that ponytailed cheerleader who always looked at you in a mean way?”
He was referring to Kyla. Funny. He observed our practices for just three days, yet he figured things out quite accurately.
“Does that jerk still live near Gold Bug Park?” he continued to question.
How did he know where Finn lived?
“Nash... just... just forget about it, okay?” I finally spoke, pleading for him to drop whatever ill plan of revenge he had in mind.
“No one should treat you that way,” he stated, looking straight into my eyes, a gaze which I tried to avoid.
“Nash... I’m old enough to handle my business,” I told him. “Let me deal with it. Things will be alright.”
I was lying, of course. The truth was, I didn’t know how I’d be able to cope up with how I was feeling. I was afraid that the coming days would be worse. That weeks or months would pass and I won’t still be able to fully recover from the ordeal I just experienced.
He held my cheek and wiped the tears from my eye with his thumb.
“You just... you just deserve better, Andrea,” he uttered.
There was something about those words... or perhaps, about how he said them... that alleviated the pain I was feeling. It may have been a slight relief... a momentary respite... but considering how hard things were for me at that time, I welcomed it with a semblance of joy.
I looked up at him and finally met his gaze.
Andrea! Guys can’t be trusted! Don’t do this!
He was a loner. A rebel. An outcast. He wasn’t always with me.
But I always felt his presence.
At the stands, during practice... he wasn’t watching the other girls. He was watching me.
He never replied to his mom’s texts, but he replied to mine by climbing to my window and asking me if I was safe.
When he got beat up and stabbed, when he was weak and bleeding... he didn’t go to anyone else... he went to me.
Andrea! What are you thinking?
I felt so lonely... so hurt... so dispirited... and there he was... with me...
He’s not Finn. He’s not as athletically gifted as Finn. He’s not as sociable as Finn. He’s not as sweet as Finn. He’s not as expressive as Finn. He may not even be as overtly loving as Finn.
And maybe... that’s a good thing...
Andrea! You better stop right now!
I lied my head of his chest... his strong, strapping chest... molded by deeds I knew nothing about, sculpted by experiences I didn’t know if I really wanted to learn about.
He held my nape and drew my head closer to his body.
I felt the warmth of his touch, the tepid solace of his embrace. I heard his heartbeat racing into a rhythm that was too fast to be normal. He was breathing hard, and the clement feel of his breath slithered to my neck, into my top, down to my breasts, extending to my gut...
He was so close to me, and I felt safe...
Safe from the world filled with falsehoods and broken promises...
Safe from people whose smiles concealed their treacherous intent...
Safe from the morrow of hurt and shame and dejection...
His powerful arms hugged me tight, as if he knew what exactly I needed. But I wanted more... and I should tell him that...
I stood on my toes as my lips lunged for his. I didn’t have to reach him that much, as he lowered his head to meet my lips midway. And we kissed...
Our lips locked and our tongues met in the void created by our mouths... like two souls playing in the empty solitude of space, the entire universe was their witness but the loneliness of the starless sky helped preserve the secret they would rather keep for themselves.
He held my cheek once again, not to dry off my tears but to lead my head closer to his... our lips pressed harder, our tongues dug deeper, and soon enough, our mouths were exchanging the same pocket of air that went in and out of our bodies.
He caressed my arm using the tip of his fingers and with feathery grace. His touch was electrifying... ravenous bolts of ecstasy coursed through my being, congregating in my gut and producing an overpowering kind of heat that rushed through my entire body. My abdomen began to pulsate, with each throb further escalating the thrill I was already experiencing. That thrill flooded every part of me... my womanhood most of all. My thong was soaked with the juice of my passion.
I was aroused.
Very aroused.
Deftly, his lips left my mouth and traced a path across my jaw and down to my neck, licking and nibbling every inch of skin along the way. With his tongue, he flicked the strap of my top until it fell to my arm. Then his hand whisked the other strap, and my shirt fell to my hips... exposing my breasts and my nipples - so hard they could cut glass - for him to savor and enjoy.
And he did.
His mouth glided towards my bosom, licking the area around each mound. His tongue circled the outline of my breast, spiraling into smaller circles until it settled on my nip. He gently bit my tip with his soft lips and I let out a rather loud moan. His nibble gave me a fierce kind of pleasure that I found hard to contain.
Immediately, he placed his hand over my mouth and he gave me a sharp yet affectionate look. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he wanted to tell me... that I should keep quiet, or else our folks would hear.
When I settled down, he continued with his bliss-inducing act. His squeezed my nipple between his lips. He bobbed his head a bit, stretching my tip before it slipped from his mouth. Then he repeated it again. And each and every time, the tingles sent throughout my body intensified.
His hand slid towards the rim of my gartered skirt. Then he pulled it down, and I willingly stepped out of the clothing that dropped on the floor.
He stepped back and removed his hooded sweatshirt. How long has it been since he washed it? It looked so untidy. Stains were everywhere... from dirt and sweat and, most probably, his blood earlier this week. Yet... he didn’t smell foul at all. He had a sharp fragrance of aromatic roughness... of redolent strength... of evocative manliness... a scent that could only come from him and no one else.
He threw
his hoodie on the floor, next to my skirt and my top. His bare torso was before me... much like how it was a few days ago... with lumps and bruises and a scab near his ribs, marks of a battle that remained unknown to me, marks that failed to tarnish the powerful beauty of his form. His burly chest that exuded virility, his robust biceps that made me desire his protection, his flat stomach accentuated by rock-solid mounds of abdominal muscles that I could look at forever...
He skimmed his hands over his thick black hair, revealing his handsome profile which remained apparent even in the semi-lit confines of my room...
My room...
My fortress of solitude...
And he was here...
With me...
And I was alone with him...
Stop, Andrea! There’s still time! Turn back now!
He grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, my naked breasts mashed against his sturdy chest. Then he kissed me again. He was more aggressive that time around... more passionate... more purposeful...
His hand played with the garter of my thong, threatening to pull it down.
He didn’t.
Instead, he ripped it off me, causing me to lose my balance for a bit. It should’ve been an awkward moment. But there was something innately irresistible about his display of strength... something which I found highly stimulating.
So I knelt before him... much like how I did with Finn that afternoon.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He helped me out by removing the pair completely, his briefs included.
His cock, massive in both its length and girth, was already hard... and I was awed.
Will it fit in my mouth, I wondered?
Will I be able to swallow it whole?
Will this be the thing that will penetrate my womanhood and claim my virginity?
My virginity...
Was I prepared to lose it?
To him, of all people? My stepbrother?
Then it struck me. For nine months, I have feared that sex would just diminish the things that Finn and I looked forward to. For nine months, I doubted whether sex would actually be good for our relationship. For nine months, I asked him to wait... as a test of his love... as a measure of his devotion.
And what did those nine months bring me?
A broken heart and a world of pain?
Virginity...
Andrea, think about this really hard...
Fuck virginity!
Andrea... you’re bearing the pain of a love betrayed... you’re confused... take time to think about what you’re about to do...
I’m going to lose mine tonight!
With him!
With Nash!
No, Andrea... this isn’t going to end well... you know that...
I didn’t lick his shaft to stir up his anticipation. I didn’t tease him with small kisses on the tip of his dick. I didn’t play with his balls to further arouse his lust.
I skipped the foreplay and swallowed his cock... all of it... or at least as much of it as could fit in my mouth.
To my surprise, I was able to hold three quarters of his humongous penis. I underestimated the depth of the back of my mouth. I almost gagged at first, but everything quickly settled down and my lips started to slide smoothly along the trunk of his manhood.
My mouth swirled around his cock and I saw his face... a wonderful sight of delighted agony. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to moan... or wail... or scream. I was making him happy, and I found contentment in that. My mouth alternated between sweeping up-and-down strokes and circular motions, and he started to tip his head left and right. He was trying to repress the pleasure he was feeling... and it was taking a lot out of him.
I found a pace that almost drove him into madness. He held my head. He guided me. He didn’t want me to lose my rhythm.
Then, I felt his body start to shiver, and he pulled out his dick from my mouth.
He was about to come, but he didn’t want the night to end.
He took my hand and beckoned me to stand up. With his mighty arms, he turned me around and pushed my upper back towards the table of my drawer. I was standing up, slightly bent over, when he spread my legs with his feet.
Then he kneeled behind me, his head positioned square on my ass, his mouth touching the opening of my womanhood from below.
And he started to lick.
And I groaned in absolute rapture.
His tongue lapped from the base of my vagina to the tip of my anus, and the sensation I felt was amazingly beyond compare.
It was a combination of everything... the vulnerability of my position, the skillful way he used his tongue, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, the relief from the pain I was feeling... everything... that made that instance highly, highly sensual. I could even argue that it was the most sensual moment of my life. I have never felt hornier than how I was when he was tongue-fucking me from behind.
I was so stimulated that a deluge of my wetness began to flow, uncontrollably, unto his face, into his mouth, across his cheeks... with some drops finding their way to the floor.
I covered my mouth with my own hand... I was at the verge of shrieking.
He continued to slurp my pussy and the sensation intensified.
Then he inserted his fingers, three of them if I wasn’t mistaken, inside my cunt, and I was forced to stand on my toes as immeasurable pleasure took over my body.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...” I started to utter... barely able to maintain a conscious effort not to scream.
Goosebumps started to form all over me, something he surely discovered.
He stood up and draped his upper body on my back, holding my hands from behind and pinning them on the surface of the table.
Then I felt it.
The hardness of his cock slowly penetrating me.
The tip of his dick entered me fluidly. It played around the opening of my vagina, tickling the walls under the lid of my womanhood, teasing me with the ecstatic experience that was yet to come. It also caused more of my juice to flow, and his cock rubbed it all over the entrance to my sex.
That made it very slippery... slippery enough for half of his cock to go in.
It was painful. My pussy hasn’t been extended that much before. It hurt so much that I almost yelled.
Almost.
Then he pulled out... only to go back in again. My vaginal walls began to adjust to the size of his cock. He pulled out and pushed in, repeating the routine over and over again, building up to a gripping sensation that only rocketed with every intrusion.
He rubbed my back, gently tracing my spine with his fingers... asking me, without speaking, if I was alright... if that was what I wanted.
I gripped his fingers with mine... a silent assent... a quiet reassurance... a complete surrender.
And he pushed in, spearing my pussy with the entirety of his manhood... and I screamed. He squeezed my arm to remind me of what should be done... so I buried my mouth over the back of his right hand, trying my best not to squeal.
It hurt once more... and the second intrusion was just as painful.
But come the subsequent penetrations, the pain subsided, replaced by amorous bliss that prompted every nerve of my body to respond to his movements. I squirmed, I turned, I twisted. And he kept pushing and pulling his enormous cock in and out of me... my juice made his every motion smoother than the last.
Soon enough, he was pounding me... the base of his dick ramming my butt cheeks, the sound of thumping flesh reverberating all over my bedroom.
He moaned, and he didn’t care. And I moaned as well.
At that moment, the world was ours. No one else’s.
Then I noticed something trickle down my thighs. The liquid wasn’t as thick as my wetness. It was quite diluted... not as heavy, not as dense.
The smell that followed confirmed my suspicion.
Coppery. Ruddy. Musty.
It was blood.
My blood.
A s
ignal that heralded the end of my innocence.
He didn’t notice.
He kept ramming his dick inside me, until he found a pace that brought him so much pleasure... a pace that I likewise found very gratifying.
