“What do you want?” she asked.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said.
“What was that about soup kitchens? You used to make fun of me for helping people,” she said.
“I told you, I'm not the same person anymore. When I first left home for school, I partied. By the end of my first year, I was done. I needed to do things that made me happy. You used to love helping people, and a friend asked me if I wanted to go and help at a nearby soup kitchen with them. It was summer, and I missed my family. I went with them and realized I liked it and enjoyed talking to the people that were there. Each week I helped and got to know them. That was it. I really do like it.”
“Good for you,” she said. “It's good that you do something to help other people.”
They walked back up to his house in silence. When she got inside, she asked her mom if she was ready to go home. They had only talked for a few minutes earlier, and she wanted to spend some time with her. When they got home, they watched a movie together and then Rachel went to her room. She couldn't get her mind off of Brad.
The next day Rachel and Karen went out for the day to do all of the things they used to do. They shopped at the mall, went to the movies, and went out to dinner. Just as they were coming home, Brad was leaving. He looked so gorgeous. His brown hair was still wet from his shower. Rachel looked up at his blue eyes. She noticed his tight jeans snug around his perfect ass. His t-shirt hugged his muscles. She found herself thinking about what was under that shirt when she heard him laugh. Her eyes went back to his. He had the biggest smirk on his face. She heard a grunt escape her lips before she could stop it.
“You got a hot date?” Karen asked.
“Just going out with a few of the guys,” he answered.
“That sounds good,” Rachel said. “Maybe we should go find us some hot guys, Karen.”
They pushed past him and disappeared into the house. When they got to Karen's room, they both fell onto the bed.
“Do you really feel like going out?” Karen asked.
“No, do you?” Rachel answered.
Karen shook her head no. They turned on a movie and relaxed back against some pillows. All of the plans they had made for when they went home never happened.
Rachel felt her phone vibrate and looked at the screen. She saw Brad's name and hurried off to the bathroom to check the message.
Brad: Where are you?
Rachel: Why? Where are you?
Brad: I went to a friend's house. We're playing cards. This is boring. Did you go out?
Rachel: Maybe.
Brad: Don't fuck with me. I want to know that you two are okay.
Rachel: We're good, dad. Thanks for looking out for us.
Brad: You piss me off.
Rachel: Good. My mouths full at the moment. I've got to go.
Brad: Not funny.
Rachel: Bye, dad.
She put her phone in her pocket and went back to the bedroom. Karen was laughing when Rachel walked back into the room.
“What's so funny?” Rachel asked.
“My brother,” Karen answered. “He just text me that we better be at home.”
“What did you tell him?” Rachel asked.
“I told him we were,” she answered. “I have no idea what's up with him.”
Rachel sat back down so they could watch the rest of the movie. She remembered them turning it back on, but that was it. When she opened her eyes, the room was dark. She looked at her phone and noticed it was midnight. Karen must have turned off the lights. She was asleep next to her. Rachel slowly got up. She didn't want to wake her friend and wanted to get home. As she crept down the stairs to leave, she saw a light on in the living room. Quietly, she bent down to put her shoes on when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She gasped as she jumped up and hit her back against his chest. He turned her in his arms and pulled her into the living room.
“Was that shit supposed to be funny earlier?” he asked.
She looked into his sexy blue eyes. He was looking back at her with an emotion she wasn't familiar with. She felt her panties dampen just from that look. Rachel sucked in a deep breath.
“Do that shit to me again, and I'll give you something to fill your mouth,” he snapped. “I came straight home.”
His hands were around her waist, and she could feel the warmth coming from him. She pushed against his chest to free herself, but he wouldn't let her. He continued staring into her eyes, and she couldn't help herself. The look in his eyes as they darkened was so sexy. She reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his mouth down to hers. He worked her mouth and shoved his tongue between her lips as she opened them for him. Their tongues each fought for control. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him as close as she could. He sucked her bottom lip as she moaned. Her ass was in his hand as he pulled her against him. She could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans.
Without thinking, her hand went to the front of his pants, as she grabbed him and he growled into her mouth.
“You're so hard,” she whispered.
She wanted him so bad. Her hands tore at the front of his jeans to open them. Once she got them down enough, his cock sprang free from his boxers and she gasped. He was large. She had never been that close to any man's cock before. Were they all that large, she wondered? It didn't matter. She was tired of waiting for Mr. Right to come along. He had been her first crush and first kiss. Why not let him be her first in that as well? He had experience. Why not have her first time be with a man she had known for so long? If anyone was going to be good at taking her virginity, it would be him for sure. She knew what she wanted, as she pushed him back onto the couch and dropped to her knees.
Rachel looked up and could see in his eyes that he wanted it as much as she did. She wanted to feel him in her mouth. How good would he taste, she wondered? There was a nervous feeling in her stomach. Would she do it right? Would he make fun or her later? It didn't matter. She was going back to school the next day. It would be easy to avoid him for at least a month. After that, she would have a few more months away from him.
When she wrapped her hand around his shaft, he was rock hard. She couldn't believe how smooth his skin felt over the rod that was beneath it. There was a drip of liquid on his tip. She leaned down and licked across the wetness. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his head before sliding all the way down his shaft. His veins and smooth skin felt so good on her tongue. She loved the taste of salt mixed with Brad. He moaned as her tongue licked all the way back to his tip. She stroked his long, thick shaft as she licked him. Her other hand cupped his warm balls. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs. How good would it feel to have him inside of her, she wondered?
Rachel covered the tip of him with her mouth and slowly slid down inch by inch. He growled and she felt it vibrate through his entire body. It was so sexy. She took him all the way in until he touched the back of her throat. His hand wrapped in her hair as he pulled and pushed her up and down. She sucked him hard as she took him deeper. He was even harder than before. He reached down and pulled her up by her arms.
“Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around my dick, but I want you up here,” he said.
She straddled his lap on the couch and kissed him. It felt so good to be close to him. It was better than any of her dreams. He lifted her shirt and ran his fingers up her stomach and around to unsnap her bra. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. She arched her back, as she shifted toward his mouth. He held her breast in his hand as he moved over to her other nipple. When she looked down at him with his mouth wrapped around her pointed peak, she knew she had to feel him inside of her.
“I want you, Brad,” she said as she watched him.
His hard cock was pushing against her jeans. She ground down against him. Quickly, he flipped her back onto the couch. She let out a giggle as she looked up at him.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered.
She pul
led his head lower so she could kiss him. He reached down and undid her jeans. She moaned as his hand went beneath her panties and cupped her mound. His fingers slid down her wet folds. He entered her pussy with one finger.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he said. “You're so tight and so damn wet for me.”
He slid another finger in as he kissed her. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips against him.
“I want to feel you inside of me, Brad,” she said.
“Are you sure,” he moaned into her ear.
“I've never been this sure in my life.”
She looked into his eyes, as he pulled her jeans and panties down her legs.
“You're so fucking perfect. I want to taste you. We need to be quick tonight. Next time, I'm taking my time with you. I'm going to taste and feel every inch of your body.”
She was nervous, but she didn't want to stop. He was the one she wanted inside of her for the first time. With his tip against her entrance, he looked into her eyes. How would she be able to forget her feelings for him, she wondered? In one deep thrust, he entered her wet pussy as he kissed her. She cried out into his mouth and he stopped. He pulled his head back and looked into her eyes again.
“You're a virgin?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked. “Shit.”
She grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him to her.
“Don't stop,” she said. “Please, keep going.”
She covered his mouth with hers and wrapped her legs around him to pull him into her again. They needed to hurry. She didn't want them to get caught. It would be devastating if his parents or sister came downstairs. He plunged into her hard and deep and her back arched against him. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt once the initial pain went away. It was unbelievable. He continued to fuck her as he leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. It took all she had not to cry out. She pulled his t-shirt over his head and ran her hands up and down his muscular chest. It would have been even better if the room were brighter. She could see the muscles in his neck flex and relax as he pumped into her. She knew she would want to be with him again. How could she ever forget what it felt like to have him inside of her? It would be amazing to be with him and not have to hold back. The fear of getting caught was so real for her. It felt almost like it turned her on even more. She wanted to experience more with Brad, so much more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He thrust into her deep, as she bit down on his neck to stop herself from crying out. He growled as her teeth sunk into him. His hand slid down and his fingers circled her clit as he fucked her hard. She couldn't take it and bit down hard as her pussy tightened around his cock. She came harder than she ever had by herself. He held her hips and continued to fuck her even harder. His cock hit places she didn't know even existed. He pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, pushed her knees back against her, and fucked her hard and fast. She loved the way he threw his head back and closed his eyes as he came. The way his cock released over and over was so fucking sexy. She knew she wanted to be with him again.
He let his body down on top of hers. She could feel his hard abs against her and wanted to lick every bit of his body. When they both caught their breath, he pushed himself up and stood up. Brad pulled his t-shirt over his head, pulled up his pants, and walked to the bathroom. Rachel wasn't sure what to do. Should she leaved or wait for him to come back. She hurried to pull her panties and pants up, redid her bra, and fixed her shirt. She was just reaching for the door when he walked up behind her.
“Where are you going?” he asked, as he reached around her to stop her.
“Home,” Rachel said.
“Why?” he asked.
“I don't know,” she answered.
He was behind her with his mouth by her ear.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked.
“What was I supposed to say?” she asked.
“I don't know,” he answered.
“Would you have changed your mind?” she asked.
He didn't say anything. She pulled her hand away from his and opened the front door. He followed her out onto the porch. She walked quickly away from him. He called after her, but she kept moving.
When she got home and into her bed, she heard her phone chime.
Brad: Talk to me.
Rachel: Would you have changed your mind if you knew?
Brad: I feel bad. I wouldn't have done it on a couch at my parents' house. It should have been more than that.
Rachel: Do you regret it?
Brad: Not at all.
Rachel: I have to be up early. Goodnight!
Brad: I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!
Rachel closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she had to get out of there. Rachel was in shock when she realized they hadn't used protection the night before. Oh shit, she thought. That could never happen again. She had to get as far away as she could. Her mom was at work, so she wouldn't see her before her flight anyway. There was no reason to stick around the house. How could she face Brad? How could she see Karen knowing that she had been with her brother? What was she going to do? She knew her flight wasn't for hours, but she couldn't wait to get out of there. There was no way she could see him. They were both leaving to go back to school, and she didn't want him to know how she really felt. Her mom barely even bothered with her since she had gotten home. The only person to spend time with was Karen. She couldn't do it. There was no way she was going across the street. If she went to the airport, she could read while she waited for her flight.
Rachel had never been happier to see a cab in her life. She hurried down the driveway, threw her bags into the car, and didn't look back. It was easy to think of Brad as an arrogant ass. She had been doing it for years. The guy she cared about was gone, and a cocky, snotty guy had taken his place. She hadn't seen him in two years and had been just fine with it. It was so much easier to think of him being a jerk. That way she didn't have to like him. Why had he been home? Why did she have to see him? Why didn't he seem like that same jerk anymore? How could she have let herself have sex with him? Each minute that past, she felt more and more of her old feelings coming back for him. She would be fine once she was back at school. That was her only choice.
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