by Lizzie James
“Bullshit!” she shrieked, laughing.
Before I could move, she reached over, digging her fingers into my ribs. I squealed, kicking my legs out and trying to escape her grip. She was a relentless tickler.
“Come, on!” she taunted. “Spill it! You had sex.”
I hated being tickled. It set me off into fits of giggles until I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Fine!” I half-shrieked, half-yelled. “We did! We had sex!” I had wriggled so much that I had my legs over the arm of the sofa with my head in her lap. She removed her hands, smirking down at me triumphantly.
“How did it go?” she asked,
“I’m not giving you a play-by-play.” I laughed up at her, feeling quite comfortable lying where I was.
“No.” Her face cleared, giving me a small smile. “I mean, did it go okay? Was he gentle?”
I smiled back at her, loving how protective she was. I nodded, trying to choose the correct words. “He was really sweet.” I smiled, thinking back on the previous night. It couldn’t have been more perfect. The more I allowed the memories to flash through my mind, the more I could start to feel the tingles shooting through me.
“So, his performance was above average, then?” She gave me a cheeky wink making me flush.
I got up and walked to the doorway by the stairs before grabbing the cushion from the window seat and throwing it at Bex. “Well above average!” I shrieked before running up the stairs with Bex hot on my trail.
After the worst pillow fight ever with me failing to get my revenge for her tickling nightmare earlier on, Bex left, promising to message me later. Her parents were stopping by that night to visit her and had promised to take her out to dinner. She had yet to come out to them and she was trying to find the confidence to do so.
Grabbing my laptop, I lay down on my bed, facing away from the door. Swinging my legs in the air, I waited for the connection to go live. I hadn’t spoken to my father all week. His face appeared on the screen, making me smile.
“Hi, Dad.” I grinned at him, waving at the screen like an idiot.
“Hi, sweet girl.” He grinned back, the laugh lines creasing by his eyes. “How has school been?”
“Good.” I nodded my head. “I have a few projects due but overall, it’s been good.”
“I spoke to Joy during the week.” He gave me that fatherly concerned look. “I hear there’s a boy on the scene.”
I was going to kill Joy. Before I could say a word, his expression moved, almost as if he was looking at something behind me. I turned, cringing when I saw Johnny in the door. I giggled when Johnny cringed.
“Yeah,” I said, directing my words to my Dad. “Can we talk about it later?”
“Sure.” He nodded, leaning back. “How about you call me later?”
“I will.” I nodded my head, hating the turn the conversation had taken. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you, too, sugar.” He grinned, disconnecting the call.
“I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized.
“Don’t be.” I closed the laptop, getting up and placing it back on my desk. “He was going to find out soon.” I went over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You’ll get to meet him at Christmas time.”
“I may not be here.” He cringed, looking down at me. “I usually go back and see my Mom at that time of year.”
“Oh.” I was disappointed. I’d just assumed—stupidly—that we would be spending Christmas together. Just thought his mom would come and see him instead of the other way around.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he sighed, squeezing me to him.
“Don’t be.” I shook my head, looking up at him. “She’s your mother. Of course you want to spend Christmas with her.” I laid my head against his chest. “Moms are important.”
He walked us forward, sitting down on the bed. Tapping his leg, he invited me to crawl into his lap and laying my head on his shoulder, I sighed as thoughts of Christmas with my own mother plagued my mind.
“You can talk to me about her,” he whispered, rubbing his hand up and down my back before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “What was her favorite color?”
“She didn’t have one.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “If you asked her what her favorite color was, she would always say rainbow.” I smiled, remembering how special she was. “Like that was a color.”
“She sounds like an amazing lady,” Johnny replied.
“She was.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, gazing up at him. “She would have loved you.”
“Yeah?”” He grinned down at me. “So, was she a football fan?”
“She was.” I laughed, loving talking about her with him. My dad proposed to her at a football game. He was a footballer at college and she ran the merchandise stand. Her dad was the coach.”
“No shit.” He laughed down at me. “Love at first touchdown, then.”
I laughed at his description. I guess that was exactly what it had been.
His eyes flicked down to my lips and then back to my eyes. I nodded, giving him the green light and moaned as he pressed his lips to mine. Ever since the night before, every time his lips had touched me, they had sent a direct signal to my core, almost as if it remembered exactly what Johnny could do to my body.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth, feeling a switch turn inside me. I had gone from meek and innocent virgin to horny student within twenty-four hours. I turned in his lap, placing my knees on the bed on either side of him. The position was a direct mirror of last night, which wasn’t helping the situation.
He stood before turning us around and laying me down on the bed, his hips fitting perfectly in between my open legs. He thrust against me gently, his lust taking over.
I pulled my lips away, cringing at the contact.
“Sore?” he asked, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.
I nodded, hating that we were having this conversation.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He rolled off me, running his hand through his hair and exhaling a deep breath.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. We were back to staring at the ceiling again. Just like last night before we’d had sex for the first time. It had been perfect, and I wouldn’t change a thing. “Can we do… other stuff?”
He looked toward me. “Like what?”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. How the hell did I, being my shy and geeky self, bring this up with the sex god that was lying next to me?
“Can I touch you?” I asked, turning on my side and placing my hand on his chest.
“You are.” He rested his hand over mine, smiling down at me. There was a spark of confusion in his eyes. He didn’t get it.
I moved my hand from beneath his, sliding it down over his toned stomach and dipping my fingers beneath the buckle of his jeans.
“Woah!” he grabbed my wrist, yanked my hand out of his trousers. “I, uh… I don’t think…”
He was stammering. Was he nervous? Or did he not want me to touch him there? I had heard guys liked being touched there. My insecurity reared its ugly head.
“I just…” He puffed his chest out before taking a deep breath and blowing it out. “I am going to blow my load if you touch me there.” His throat bobbed up and down several times.
He was nervous.
“I thought that was the point.” I gave him a cheeky smile before leaning over and pressing my lips to his. He groaned, parting his. I kissed him harder, trying to take his mind off it.
“Did you like watching me come apart for you last night?” I asked, whispering the words in his ear.
“Fuck, yes.” He pressed a kiss against my neck before sucking the skin. “Seeing you above me…”
“Did you like knowing that you were my first? That I had never been with anyone else?”
It wasn’t like me to talk like this, but I wanted to do so for Johnny because of what he had done for me last night. I had never been put first like that—never had someone focus so much attention on me before.
I wanted to make him feel as special as he had made me feel.
He nodded his head, no words following.
“This can be another first,” I whispered. “Let me do this.”
He groaned against the skin of my neck. He gently kissed up my neck until he got to my ear. He nibbled the lobe before soothing it with his tongue. I slid my hand down, grasping the button on his jeans before popping it open. He took hold of my wrist, rubbing his thumb over my pulse point.
“If it gets uncomfortable or you start to feel awkward, we can stop, okay?” His eyes were locked on mine, truth shining in them.
I nodded, secretly loving the way he was protective of me.
I slipped my hand inside, surprised when Johnny pulled his trousers and boxers down a little, freeing his dick from his pants. I was shocked he was so… so… big. I really wasn’t expecting it. His dick bobbed a little, standing tall like a soldier. It didn’t look as scary as I thought it would. It was just skin.
“Can I help?” he asked, taking hold of my hand.
I nodded, having no freaking clue what to do. Where did I start? Did he like soft and gentle? Or hard and fast?
He guided my hand to his firmness. It was surprisingly soft and hard all at the same time.
Gliding our hands up, I bit my lip at the texture of him.
He groaned, wrapping my hand tighter around his shaft. On the next pass, he pulled my hand further down to the base, squeezing tightly before pulling it back up to the top. Twisting my hand, I tried thinking back on all the hand job facts I had read about in teen mags over the years.
He groaned at the action, his head dropping backwards.
“Is that good?” I asked. It was a stupid question because obviously it was; I just needed to hear him.
“Yes, baby. Fuck that feels amazing.” His hips rotated slowly before dropping back down. His hand fell away from mine, letting me take over.
I tightened my grip, squeezing the base. “Is it better than last night?” I was curious to know how it compared. Was the act of sex more intense because feelings were involved or was it just down to hormones?
“It’s good, baby.” He closed his eyes, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “But it doesn’t...” He shook his head, groaning loudly when I slid my thumb over the slit at the head of his dick. “Fuck, it’s nowhere near as good as your pussy.”
My legs tensed at hearing his raw description of our love making. It was love making but hearing him talk so dirty and graphic about last night; it was hotter. More intense.
Why did I have to be sore?
Pumping him harder, I smiled when I started to see a creamy liquid begin to leak from the slit of the head. It didn’t look horrible. I felt proud seeing it there and I had never felt sexier. I pumped him harder, my hand now flying up and down his shaft wanting... no… needing him to come apart. I needed to know what I did to him—needed to know that he desired me just as much as I desired him.
On my next pass, I trailed my other hand down and slid my pointer finger in between the crease of his balls. I had never given that part of Johnny much thought before, but I couldn’t deny that seeing him in the throes of passion had left me curious. My finger had barely touched him when he started groaning louder and thrusting his hips up and down in time with my pumping actions.
He quickly lifted his shirt to his chest before moving my hand off him. He gave himself an extra few rough pumps before he ejaculated, the sperm landing on his stomach. Looking at the substance, I could see that it was a little thick and sticky. He took his shirt off, wiping it away. Rolling his shirt up, he tossed it on the floor.
His chest was heaving, and his eyes were shut tight. Watching him, I had never been so turned on. One night with Johnny and I had become a sex-crazed student.
“Fuck, baby.” He opened his eyes, looking straight into mine. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, whispering. I was so turned on that I just wanted to jump him right here.
“Like you want to eat me up.” He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with want.
I bit my lip, trying to decide how to tell him that’s exactly what I did want to do. Words weren’t necessary, though. Before I could blink, Johnny grabbed my arms and yanked me down to his lips.
Words weren’t necessary.
14
Johnny
The weeks had slowly passed until we were only a few days from Christmas. Tillie and I had barely had any time together, mostly due to the amount of coursework we both had. Considering it was Tillie’s first year, the professors weren’t taking it easy on her. Every time I saw her on campus, she always had a sheet of notes in front of her or was sketching some ugly monstrosity of art. I could appreciate art as much as the next random person but what was the point in drawing a misshapen blob of clay. I shook my head, not understanding it.
Tillie’s heart lay in landscapes and they should have been pushing her down that path. Next year, they would be merging teaching subjects with her practical art subjects. That’s where her heart truly lay. She wanted to teach, and she’d be perfect at it. Plus, teaching would be perfect as she could do that anywhere. No matter where we were.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at myself. What the hell had happened to me? I was now considering a life plan with Tillie in it. I couldn’t deny that she had me by the balls. I thought of her day and night. I wasn’t sure if I loved her but… I thought about her a lot. Like all the time.
Was that love? Was having someone you constantly thought about day and night, love?
I shook my head, focusing back on the present in front of me. It was for Mom. I’d bought her our team jersey, a ball, some perfume and a pair of tickets to a game of her choosing.
Sticking a fake bow to the top, I sighed. I fucking hated wrapping presents.
Sammy walked in to the kitchen, grinning. “What’s with the sulky face?”
“I’m not sulking.” I grabbed the present, taking it into the lounge.
We leave for Christmas tomorrow. Tillie’s present was wrapped and beneath the tree. It was tiny compared to everyone else’s present but I knew she was going to love it. I just hated I wouldn’t be with her over Christmas. Her father was traveling up to spend the holiday with her and Joy. It’d be a full house as some of Joy’s relatives were traveling down to spend it with her as well.
A knock came from the front door, disturbing me from my thoughts. Opening it, I grinned when I saw it was Tillie. I guessed it would be the last time I’d see her until New Year’s. She was bouncing on the spot with a red box in her arms and three smaller presents on top.
“Hi, baby.” I took the presents off her, giving her a quick kiss.
“Merry Christmas.”
I laughed when she took her hood down, seeing the sparkly red headband in her hair. The girl loved Christmas! It was good to see as I had caught her a few times a little low whenever she thought of her mother and I’d take bouncy Tillie any day of the week.
“The Christmas Nazi has arrived,” Logan joked, coming down the stairs. His description was perfect. When we’d been putting up the decorations, she had demanded we needed red, green and gold on the tree as they were the Christmas colors. Apparently.
She poked her tongue out, not caring. “I just came over to wish you guys safe travels.” She reached into the pouch of her hoodie and pulled a small box out. It was wrapped in gold paper and had a tiny silver ribbon bow on top. “This is for your mom.” She handed it to me with a shy smile.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I took the box from her, pulling her into a hug. Rocking her from side to side, inhaling her fresh vanilla scent, I didn’t want to let her go. If I’d been a bigger asshole, I’d have suggested blowing off our families and just spending it together.
“I’m going to miss you guys.” She pulled back, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “Who’s going to give me my daily insults?” she asked, looking toward Logan.
“I don’t mind staying,” Loga
n replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“No.” Like fuck was I leaving that horn dog with my girl.
They both laughed, obviously knowing exactly what I was thinking. I know he wouldn’t dare touch her, but I’d be jealous as hell.
“When does your dad get here?” I asked, pulling her toward the sofa. Taking a seat next to me, she kept her hand in mine.
“Oh.” She looked down at the floor before sighing. “He’s not coming.” She shook her head, looking dejected. “One of the guys he works with has been given the time off instead. His wife has gone into labor, so my dad has to work over Christmas.” She shrugged her shoulders trying to look strong, but she wasn’t.
“I’m really sorry, Tillie,” Logan said.
“It’s not your fault, Logan.” She smiled at him, acting as if it wouldn’t ruin her first Christmas away from him.
I nodded my head toward the stairs, Logan getting the message as he jogged back up them.
“Come home with me,” I whispered, playing with her fingers.
“What?” She turned her head to look at me.
“Come home with me,” I repeated. “I don’t want you here alone.”
“I won’t be.” She shook her head. “I can’t leave Joy.”
“Joy has family coming to visit her. She’s not going to be alone.”
“What would your mother think if you took me home? She’s probably looking forward to having you and Sammy all to herself.” She laughed, trying to talk her out of herself.
“Seriously?” I cocked an eyebrow at her. “My mother is the craziest person I know. She’s probably already setting a dinner place for you. Anyway, Logan is coming home with us aswell.”
She frowned, looking confused. “He’s not going home to his parents.”
I shook my head. “Logan basically grew up around my house. Short story; his parents died when he was little, and he basically lived around mine. He was always welcome, and he just became a part of the family.”
“Poor Logan,” she whispered. “That must have been awful.”
“So, come home with us. Trust me, you won’t be intruding.”
