by Rowena
A tiny percentage of men would flee from that, afraid of the crazy that could come with it due to experiences with clingy chicks after they give it up, but those dumb-asses should always expect crazy and clingy so I say, just go for it.
A virgin is that rare prize, that opportunity to be the one and only, feeding our egos to the brim. And of course there’s diving into the tightness of an untouched canal, a canal that grips your cock with a firmness that makes you want to come in no time.
Some chicks think they need to do more than just lie there, which you expect of more experienced girls, but a virgin never has to worry—her body does all the work for her. Once you start sliding your dick in and out of that super-tight warmth…
Fuck, I’m getting horny right now thinking about it, and my cock is swelling.
Suddenly I want to slip my dick between Janine’s juicy legs, feel her arms wrapped around me as I dig into her, hear our skins slap against each other as I plow her over and over until I’m emptying myself inside of her. I want to feel all her soft, warm, feminine parts against mine, grab ahold of her big-ass boobs while I push my cock in and out of her.
She’s probably totally unaware of my filthy thoughts as she watches me walk through my latest video game, but I’m preoccupied the whole time I play, keenly aware of her delicate body next to mine and how much I want to claim it now.
What the hell’s wrong with me? Just because she said she wants to be with someone else?
She has casually mentioned being interested in people I knew before, but they were harmless little crushes that she was too shy to do anything about, or for whatever reason, didn’t actually pursue, so this time, it’s definitely different. She’s serious. And not only is she serious about getting with some guy, she wants to get with him!
I don’t know why the thought of Janine wanting Jermaine in that way makes me so mad.
It even annoys me that their names sort of sound alike, not to mention the thought of Jermaine’s grubby hands actually on her—it makes me want to punch him in the face the next time I see him, and he hasn’t even done anything.
Of course his hands aren’t literally grubby, and Janine’s not exactly mine, but in a way she is, and I guess I’m just now seeing how possessive I am of her.
She’s my friend, my beautiful curvy neighbor. I’ve been here all this time in her life, as she has been in mine. A whole decade. I should be the one to caress her soft skin and grab all her cushiony, delicate parts. She should be offering that sweet, virginal pussy up to me.
I know I’m being completely irrational. Janine and I are just friends—always have been. Before today, I’ve never even seen her as anything but a convenient, nearby buddy with an appreciation for role-playing video games—although honestly, in the back of our heads, guys are always open to getting a bit more than friendship from some girl around them, no matter what she looks like. Unless she’s really a troll, which most girls aren’t. I’d venture to say that most guys deliberately make friends of girls they don’t mind one day sleeping with.
Anyway, what am I supposed to do now? Refuse?
I don’t want to look like an asshole, or give her any idea of how all of this is affecting me. I need to find a way to make Jermaine look bad—I can’t let Janine know how much the thought of her with another guy bothers me.
When she’s tired of watching me and gets ready to try the game herself, I’ve figured out something that might change her mind.
“Listen, Janine, Jermaine’s a player. He’d totally hit it and quit it.”
“Duh! Isn’t that what I pretty much explained? I want some dude I have no connection to. Tap it and tap out is ideal for me I think, seeing how attached some chicks get to their firsts, and relationships with firsts pretty much never work out from what I see. Maybe two per cent or something. Anyway, I just want some fine dude to do me so I can move on and look for a real relationship with clearer eyes.”
“I don’t really understand that. Don’t you think it’s best to do it with someone you actually like?”
“Oh, I like Jermaine,” she says, wriggling her eyebrows at me ridiculously.
“No, I mean beyond liking what you see. Do you think chicks regret getting their cherry popped by someone they had feelings for, even if it doesn’t work out in the end?”
“Well, damn, why do you care so much?” she says, suddenly frowning at me.
I soften my voice. “Look, I feel a bit protective toward you—you’re like a sister to me. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
She relaxes again and smiles a bit. “Well, I appreciate that, but my twat, my rules. Now set me up with Jermaine, pronto.”
I’m having a particularly hard day today, and yes, I mean that in every sense of the word.
I had a dream about Janine last night, a dream that made everything worse, presenting her to me as this unbelievably sexy, horny, irresistible girl with eyes only for me. I actually got to screw her, and it was in heaven or something—I don’t know, lots of golden light and heavenly hosts background sounds. Probably influenced by that BioShock game I played yesterday, after Janine left.
But before she left, Janine made me text Jermaine to let him know of her interest in him, and now they’re out together, less than one day later, like they couldn’t make a date fast enough.
What the hell did I agree to this shit for?
I stupidly tried to prove to myself I wasn’t a selfish dick and a bad friend by setting her up, and now I’m practically pulling out my hair. I have so many violent emotions raging through me, I don’t recognize myself.
I’m jealous—jealous as fuck.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to work with Jermaine after this—I want to punch him through the face for touching Janine, and since we’re on the subject? How much touching will he get to do today, exactly?
How Janine could pick him over me is beyond me—I’ve been here the whole time; I could have taken care of that virginity problem for her.
I know I’m not supposed to be thinking this way, but fuck it. Janine is mine, goddamn it—she’s mine.
Excruciating hours pass while I wait to hear from her by phone or by having her drop by to tell me all about her fucking date.
When my cell finally buzzes with a text from her, conflicting emotions jolt me at once: joy and anger.
I’m glad I’ll be seeing her soon, to say the least, but I also feel like she’s a traitor now.
She has betrayed me by offering her body to someone else.
When I open the door to a smiling Janine, I immediately know she’s in trouble.
My emotions haven’t calmed down a single bit—although they’ve taken a more positive turn.
I still feel possessive as hell, and I’m still mad at her betrayal, but I still want her in very specific ways, and as she steps into my place, I am hit with the certainty that I’m going to have her, no matter what happened in the hours before.
I force my voice to sound light but my words come out through gritted teeth. “So how did it go?”
She smiles and I get even madder.
“It was actually really nice. He’s attractive and everything, and we got along well, but…I just couldn’t do it.”
My heart is thumping against my chest.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t get me wrong—he’s super hot, and if there’s no emotional connection, the person should at least be hot and get you all lusty, right? And yes, I was lusty, but I guess I just got scared. I don’t know why. He’s pretty much exactly what I was hoping for.”
Again, opposite emotions pull at me—happiness and outrage. Happiness because, fuck yeah, he didn’t get to be with her, and outrage that she said he was exactly what she was hoping for. What am I, chopped liver?
“What do you think was missing, ultimately?”
I’m amazed at my ability to pretend like all is well when there’s a tornado churning in me.
She shrugs. “I guess I’m not ready after all.
Just that simple.”
I’m still struggling, particularly with the part of me that was so sure I’d take her as soon as the next chance arrived, and here it is.
My cock is painfully at attention, and I’m surprised she hasn’t picked up on it yet, but I guess she’s so busy yapping about the details of her lame-ass date. I mean, Jermaine only got a kiss on the cheek from her? Ha!
I need to get inside of her and erase all thoughts of him—she’s better off with me than anybody.
I’m almost at the point where I can’t turn back from these thoughts—I’ve lost most of my control, and watching her sweet ample boobs move as she gestures isn’t doing anything to help the situation. All I can do is imagine putting my hands on her shoulders, sliding them down her arms, grabbing her boobs. Burying myself in her tight pussy, but later. First, I want to bring her body close to mine, feel her generous breasts squashed against me…I can practically taste her now.
But a small part of me, I guess the part that’s really her friend, wants to not ruin everything.
“I’m gonna need you to leave,” I suddenly say to her.
III.
JANINE
I stop talking immediately.
Lord knows I’ve been yapping for probably five minutes straight, but I had been jumping around neutral, and even silly things—Josh couldn’t have just gotten bored, then decided to rudely kick me out?
Maybe it was something I said earlier.
I ran over everything said in the past few minutes, then realized I couldn’t have possibly offended him.
“Why are you kicking me out? Did I say something wrong?”
“Janine, I will say this one more time: it’s best if you leave my house right now; check with me tomorrow.”
How could I possibly up and leave with no clue as to why I’m suddenly being evicted?
I keep pondering the possibilities, but then a movement catches my eye, and I realize Josh’s hand is over his crotch area.
The look in his eyes finally makes sense—he currently has a generous handful of erect penis going on.
Suddenly, I’m seeing him in a new light—with his blue eyes intense and not moving from me, I feel like prey, and I realize that I like it.
He takes a step forward and I step back.
My instincts start kicking in, and I get ready to haul ass out of there. He didn’t need to say what would happen if I didn’t leave right away—that much was clear, and I’m not ready for this.
Still, he’s a grown man—couldn’t he have contained himself a little longer, or find some more gentlemanly way to get me to leave? Did he really need to hold his organ like a weapon with a promise in his eyes?
“Fuck, Janine, it’s too late now.”
His quick steps reach me and I am suddenly in his arms, pressed against him.
“Okay, you might be used to getting whatever you want, but you can’t have me,” I say, surprised at his iron grip.
“Well, that’s up to me, isn’t it?
My heart practically stops. “What do you mean?” I say in an embarrassingly shaky voice.
“Well, you’re in my apartment, aren’t you? And I’m stronger than you. You can run or try to fight all you want, but if I want you, I’ll have you. Therefore, I meant exactly what I said—it’s up to me, and guess what? I want you.”
He starts working at my top, trying to get it off.
“Josh, what are you doing?” I ask. He flings my top aside. “Seriously, what are you doing?”
“I’m granting your wish, Janine. You want this, don’t you? You come here, still untouched, after telling me how much you want to get broken in—how else am I supposed to take it? There’s no way I’m letting you give it up to Jermaine now.”
“Josh, come on—you’re my friend. I was just venting about that stuff! Not asking you to hump me!”
Josh sort of giggles. “Hump? I’m going to fuck you, Janine, so you better get used to the idea.”
“No, we can’t do that to us! I know how these things go. Things’ll change…”
“You don’t know anything about this stuff. You’re a virgin, and I’m here to teach you. You’ll take everything I have to give you, and I mean that.”
And as if to punctuate his words, he starts working at my jeans, leading me to panic. Not that I thought he was playing before, but things are getting serious. In no time, I’ll be before him in just my bra and panties, or just my bra if he manages to pull my panties down with my jeans, and then I’ll be exposed.
I must admit, though—this forceful side of him is turning me on.
But there’s no way I can let him go through with this. We are meant to be just friends.
“Please, Josh. Think about what you’re doing…”
“I have, for a while now. The moment you told me you wanted Jermaine, I knew I had to have you.”
“Oh, so you just don’t want anyone else to be with me.”
“No, I just didn’t realize how much I wanted you until I realized someone else might take you from me.”
Suddenly my jeans are now pooled around my ankles, my panties with them, as I feared.
Josh stops and just looks at me, his eyes appraising all my exposed parts, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life.
Then his eyes come back to my face.
“I don’t want your first time to be on the ground in this living room—you should be in my bed.”
Does he really expect me to just turn around and walk there?
“Not happening,” I say.
“Suit yourself,” he says, and to my utter shock, he picks me up and starts walking me toward his bedroom.
I knew he was fit and had to be somewhat strong, but I had no clue that he’d ever be able to pick my heavy ass up.
He’s not even struggling.
This new side of him is doing all sorts of things to me, and I am undoubtedly wet.
Still, I will fight him till I can’t fight him anymore.
I really don’t want to lose my friend, no matter how much my cunt is now screaming for him to fill me.
He lays me down on his soft bed, and as he climbs over me, I whimper, “Josh…”
“Give up, Janine, and get ready,” he says before burying his face in my neck.
I arch my back as a jolt runs through me, and I can’t believe how sensitive my neck feels. I can’t take his lips there, sucking me, kissing me, brushing against one side then the other.
I am squirming and trying to push him away.
All he does in return is trail a finger down my abdomen making me shudder at the thrill that runs through me.
Every part of me seems to have turned into raw nerves, every contact with my exposed skin makes me helplessly twitch.
Then his trailing finger reaches my pelvic area, and I contract even harder.
Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get more unbearable, his hand reaches my pussy, and he very lightly brushes a finger across it.
I lose it, twisting and turning against his touch, unable to do anything to help control my reaction to him, to calm the growing desire in me.
He is making me crazy, and I don’t know how to handle myself—I have never felt anything like this before, and I am not equipped to fight him in any way.
“Please,” I beg him as he fondles my pussy, and he very gently pushes part of his finger inside me, making me whimper some more.
“Oh, Jesus, Janine,” he whispers.
He withdraws his finger and sucks it, then he replaces his finger with his mouth and my mind completely blanks.
No thought or words form—I have been sent to a place where I can’t see or hear; I can only feel.
Eventually, after a few seconds or minutes or so, I realize I am moaning desperately and grabbing his sheets while I twist against his warm, wet tongue lapping at my folds and taking me one step closer to begging him to take me to the finish, however he wants to.
Then he stops and sheds his clothes completely, and I have n
o sense of time, just that he is naked before I can even register what he’s up to, since most of my mind is still in some stratosphere.
He climbs over me again, and I just know that this is the moment, but he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra instead.
“I need to lick them,” he says. “I want to see them jump and jiggle as I fuck you.”
His words only serve to turn me on more.
Where did this horny beast come from? When did my best friend suddenly get so fucking hot?
He flings my bra to the side and just stares at my boobs before reaching down and grabbing them. He lightly brushes against my nipples, sending more jolts of pleasure through me.
His hands continue to explore my tender swells as he settles himself between my legs.
I finally chance a look downward to see what he’s working with, and what I see frightens me. His pale cock is large and hard, too thick to fit inside me, it seems.
How the hell is this supposed to work?
“Don’t you worry,” he says as if he read my mind, “I’ll try to go easy on you for a bit.”
Then he starts adjusting his body, aiming his cock at my pussy.
I brace myself, closing my eyes as if it can help.
I feel the head of his dick at my entrance, and by then, I am desperate for him to go all the way.
But first he plays with me a bit, rubbing the head of his cock over my tingling lips and my aching entrance, making me feel even more desperate.
Finally, he settles himself again and he guides his dick to my eager opening, and I feel the heaviness of his fleshy member as he slowly starts pushing it in.
“Oh god,” he says as he starts to make headway.
I try to relax as he pushes further in, opening my legs more to help ease the pressure, but all I can feel is him—there’s no alleviating the feel of his rock-hard, thick cock parting my virginal walls.
“Jesus, Janine, I’m really trying,” he says, and I don’t know what he’s talking about, nor can I concentrate on much but the dull pain of his penetration.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but…”
My eyes open as he stops suddenly, and poised over me, his own eyes closed, I hear him taking deep breaths.
