by Ava Walsh
“It’s alright. It was probably harmless, anyway,” Margie managed to say, even though she felt breathless in his arms. Their eyes locked. He was staring at her like he wanted to devour her.
“Why were you running away, Margie?” He whispered, close to her ear, and she blushed. She interlaced her fingers together behind his neck as they made their way down the dark lanes of the campus. A few street lamps lit their path, but she still had no idea where they were going.
“Were you running away from me?” he probed again, and she shook her head.
“I was claustrophobic. I just wanted to get out of there,” she mumbled, and he suddenly put her down. She felt the trunk of a tree against her back as he pressed himself close to her.
“Margie…” he muttered her name and bent his face towards her. She closed her eyes just as his lips enveloped hers. He pushed her to the tree trunk as she clutched his shoulders. They were kissing gently, and she could taste him now. His tongue was slowly pushing its way between her lips, making its way in. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Nobody had ever made her feel this way with just one kiss.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as his hands found their way to her butt. He pulled her closer and they continued kissing. It was Lance who eventually pulled away.
Margie giggled and their foreheads knocked. She had just kissed Lance Healy!
“Lance…” she began to say as she felt his hand slowly trace the arch of her back. His other hand was running up her thigh now, approaching that warm, throbbing core of her that nobody had ever touched.
“You should know…I’ve never…” she didn’t know what to say, but Lance pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.
“That’s okay,” he whispered, and she breathed in sharply. His hand had found its way to her wetness. He was stroking it deftly, and she could feel her body quivering. It was a reaction she had not been prepared for.
“We’ll take it slow.” His voice was hoarse and gruff. She could barely see him in the dark, but her eyes were adjusting to the moonlight now.
Margie didn’t know what to do. Her instinctual reaction was to continue digging her nails into his back, but it only seemed to entice him more.
“We need to get this off first,” he said, feeling for the zipper of her dress at the back. She bunched up the fabric of his T-shirt at the same time, tugging at it. She wanted to see him naked again. With one swift movement he had unzipped her dress and it fell quickly to the ground, around her ankles.
Margie let go of him, reaching instinctively with her hands to cover her breasts. She was blushing, shy at the thought of allowing Lance Healy of all people to see her naked. She wasn’t sure what he would think of her.
His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, and while keeping his focus on her he pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, eventually tossing it to the ground. Without a word, he reached for her hands, slowly pulling them away from her breasts. He ran his fingers gently along the lines of her lace bra. Margie could feel the goosebumps on the flesh of her arms and the back of her neck.
“You’re beautiful, Margie. Let me see you,” he said, and reached around to unhook the bra. She felt another rush of cold air as her breasts were exposed in a flash.
Lance reached for the straps and pulled them down her arms, and her breasts bounced lightly at the movement.
Slowly, keeping his eyes on her face to study her reaction, he reached for her breasts. His hands hovered over them both. Margie couldn’t bear it anymore, her body was revolting against her. She pressed her eyes closed tightly just as she felt the sensation of a wet mouth around her right nipple. Lance was sucking on it, gently at first and then vigorously.
Margie’s back arched without warning. She was thrusting her breasts towards him. She felt him draw away from her right nipple to her left, and a soft moan escaped her lips. He was taking his time with her.
She wanted to feel him too, touch every inch of him. Her hands reached for his naked torso, feeling the chiseled muscles on his body till her fingers reached the top of his jeans. She could feel a smattering of fine hair which disappeared into his pants.
She heard him laugh a little.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself there,” he said, and Margie blushed. His hands were up her thighs now, slowly stroking her again. With every stroke of his finger, the feeling of wanting him inside her grew. She wasn’t afraid of it any more. She wanted to experience it, with nobody else other than Lance.
Margie wasn’t bothered by his laughter, and allowed herself to unzip his pants and work on his belt. He helped her and then slowly eased his pants down.
She hadn’t expected him to not be wearing underwear, although he probably hadn’t had time to change into fresh ones after the swim and in his rush to follow her.
Instead a big, throbbing penis greeted her as he rolled his pants down. Never before had she wanted one inside her so badly. He grabbed her waist suddenly and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the squeaky wetness between her legs, she was ready to have him.
“Margie…” he began to say, and she was the one who placed a finger on his lips this time.
“I want this, Lance,” she said, and slowly started to peel down her panties. Lance watched her admiringly, as she stepped out of them and stood in front of him. He was holding his penis in his hands now, massaging it while looking at her naked body.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said gruffly, and then with his other hand he pushed her against the tree trunk again. Lance fell on her, pressing his body to hers and they were kissing again. She didn’t know where to touch him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth as she felt him bunch up her hair in his hands.
With his other hand he parted her legs. She thrust her hips into his, grinding herself against him. His penis felt hot and large against her thigh. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled softly, just as she felt him push himself inside her.
Margie gasped, not expecting the sensation to feel this overpowering. Lance was slow, watching her face as he gently pushed inside her, inch by inch. She was moaning now. She wanted him inside her completely, wanted him to reach that spot in her core that was aching to be stroked.
“Lance!” She screamed out his name as he grabbed her waist, tugged her hair in his hands and gave a final thrust. He was inside her completely. She had wrapped one of her legs around his thighs to keep herself in place. Now her hold was weakening, and she could feel all her muscles relaxing.
He was pulling out. A panic overcame her face. What was happening? She could feel him slide out of her, but just as she was about to scream at him to stop he had thrust inside her again. Margie moaned loudly, her butt crashing against the tree trunk with the weight of Lance against her. She dug her nails into his flesh deeper. She wanted to have all of him, all the time, deeper and deeper.
Lance picked up speed. He was thrusting into her and then pulling out in a quick, successive motion. He grunted every time he pulled out and then pushed in a little deeper. Margie’s eyes rolled, her body was shaking and she was moaning louder than she would have wanted to. But there was no stopping them now. She was going to have her first orgasm.
“Lance!” She screamed his name again, as he shuddered inside her hard. She could see that his body was glistening with sweat, and he was losing control too. It was time she gave in to what her body and mind really wanted. Margie tightened her leg around him as her thighs quivered. Her toes curled inside her shoes. She screamed out his name repeatedly and Lance was orgasming too. She could feel him oozing inside her and her body quivered more violently.
Lance was grunting, his grip on her hair had come loose and now he was clutching her waist tightly. They were both moaning loudly, until their souls were finally satisfied.
Lance pulled himself out of her, several seconds after it was over. Margie stood in the same position, her leg still around his thighs. Their breathing was heavy. She wasn’t sure when she would be able to
breathe normally again.
Lance was smiling as he pulled out and then started rummaging in the dark for his clothes. Margie bit down on her lip and started looking for her own clothes. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say.
“That was great, Margie.” It was Lance who finally said something, as he buttoned up his pants and started to tie his belt.
Margie was zipping up her dress and she shook her hair in an attempt to make it fall back into place.
“It was,” she said, smiling at him. She wanted to rest her head on his chest and hug him tightly, but she wasn’t sure what was appropriate, or what he expected from her now. How slowly would he want to take their relationship?
“You’re beautiful and lovely,” he said, and quickly pressed a kiss on her cheek. She was blushing again.
“Are you going back to the party now?” she asked him, leaning back against the tree trunk again.
“I have to, sadly. People are going to start missing me, and then they’ll start talking and gossiping behind our backs,” he said, a sudden reminder to Margie of just who was. A celebrity in college. Lance Healy needed to tread carefully.
“Of course. No, you should go. I’m tired. I think I’ll head back.” She adjusted her dress again, already regretting her decision to not go back with him to the party.
“Okay. I’ll see you in the library tomorrow?” he asked, beginning to walk away from her.
“It’s a date,” she said, a huge smile spreading on her face. Lance grinned at her, turned and then started jogging away towards the frat house, which she could see in the distance.
Margie shrugged and hugged herself, the smile on her face only widening. She began to walk back towards her dorm and wondered if she should tell Claire. Just how secretive did Lance want their relationship to be? Either way, she was just happy knowing that she would see him again, that he was her first, that she would always have this beautiful memory of him.
Chapter Five
Margie was in the library an hour in advance the next day. She sat with the pile of books in front of her, her arms placed neatly on the table, her legs crossed and an uncharacteristically wide smile on her face. She could barely believe what a good mood she was in, but it wasn’t that unbelievable. She had been in the arms of Lance Healy the previous night, and he had been inside her. She had a good reason to be happy.
Mrs. Brown was throwing her looks, Margie was aware of that, but she only had a smile to give to Mrs. Brown today. Nothing could bring her down. She wondered what Lance would be wearing, what he would say to her, whether he’d kiss her on the cheek or give her a hug when he walked in. She couldn’t get that scent of him out of her mind.
After an hour and a half of waiting, Margie glanced at her wrist watch again. He hadn’t been late last time. What was holding him up?
She opened one of the books, thinking it was perhaps a good idea to chart out a study plan for the day.
That took half an hour. By this time, Lance was over an hour late and Margie could feel her heart beginning to palpitate. Had he forgotten? Was he ashamed of himself? Did he not like her anymore?
Margie glanced at her watch again. Then she stood up and walked over to the water fountain. Another fifteen minutes crept by. She ran a hand through her red curls, which she had tied in a loose, low ponytail today. She decided to give him another half an hour.
Eventually, after she had waited for three hours by herself, Margie realized it was time to give up. She collected her books into her bag again, let out a deep breath and made her way out of the library. Where on Earth could he have been? She knew how worried he was about the upcoming test. Why would he miss a free tutorial with her?
Without giving it much thought Margie started walking towards the frat house. She realized she didn’t know all that much about Lance, other than what everyone else knew about him. Was she just one of the crowd? Nonetheless, the frat house was going to be the best bet to find him, because she didn’t even have his number.
Margie felt immediately self-conscious as she approached the frat house. A couple of frat guys were hanging around outside, sitting on wooden boxes and lawn chairs, drinking beers. The guy, Bryan, who had tried to feel her up the previous night was there too. He saw her walking up to them but turned his face away, leaning in towards the guy sitting next to him to whisper in his ear. Margie could feel her neck growing red.
“Hi,” she eventually said, coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps. She was clutching the straps of the backpack on her back and tried to keep her body as still as possible, to appear confident.
“Yes?” One of the guys asked, while some of the others sniggered. She didn’t know what they were laughing at, but it made her blush even more. These were Lance’s friends, these were the people he connected with as human beings. Margie could feel a searing pain of regret coursing up her spine. How badly had she misjudged Lance?
“Is Lance around?” Margie asked, trying to make her voice as casual as possible. Some of them sniggered again and this time, Bryan actually laughed a little.
“What do you want with Lance?” the same guy asked, and Margie licked her lips.
“I was supposed to tutor him today,” Margie replied, and nearly all of them broke into a loud laugh in unison.
“Lance has a tutor?” Bryan remarked, and some other guy slapped his knee and bent over in laughter. Margie could feel her palms growing sweaty. What was going on? She wanted to ask what was so funny.
“So is he in?” Margie made her voice louder to be heard through the incessant laughter.
“Wow. Lance must be really desperate,” Bryan said, and they all erupted in laughter again. Margie could feel hot tears pricking the backs of her eyelids. What had she done to deserve this?
“Cut it out, guys! Hi, Margie.” Lance appeared through the door. The girl who had been straddling him by the pool the previous night was behind him now. Her long, dark hair reached her waist, and her short, denim hot pants made her legs look endless. The girl turned to the other guys sitting outside and exchanged smiles with them.
“Hi,” Margie said, looking up at Lance with widened, desperate eyes. He was her hero again.
“Shit. I completely forgot about our session today. Sorry, Margie. Did I make you wait?” Lance asked, looking genuinely sorry. He came down the steps and hurried towards her.
Margie breathed in deeply and licked her lips. She was just glad to see him.
“Yeah. I waited for a few hours for you in the library,” Margie whispered as he came close. She didn’t want any of the others to overhear their conversation.
“I’m so sorry, Margie. How will I ever make it up to you?” Lance pouted, childish and said. Margie broke into a smile. He was so charming, so handsome, that she couldn’t help herself.
“Have you been studying, at least?” she asked him, shaking her head, and Lance nodded.
“I spent the whole morning studying the books. I’m ready for another quiz.” Lance smiled and Margie’s heart melted again. Just the sight of his plump pink lips and those sparkling green eyes made her happy. She couldn’t get the image of how he had looked the previous night out of her head.
“Good. I also wanted to talk to you,” Margie said, still in a whisper, and Lance leaned in closer to her.
“About umm…last night.” She was struggling with the words. She could smell him again, and she wanted to touch him. Lance reached out and touched her arm suddenly. She thought her knees were going to buckle and she’d fall. Just that had such a huge physical impact on her. She bit down on her lip and looked up at him longingly.
“Last night was great, Margie. Yes, we should talk about it. I have a big game tomorrow. Should we meet the day after? I promise I’ll study more. Those books are really helpful. Thanks.” Lance’s hand was still on her arm and he was gently stroking her skin. She could feel the goosebumps on her flesh and she hung her head down to hide her blushing cheeks.
“Best of luck for the game, Lance. Yes, let's me
et the day after, then,” she said, her head still hanging low.
“Lance?” the dark-haired girl, who was still on the porch of the house, called out to him. Margie and he both looked over.
“Are you coming or what? We have to go now!” The girl said, flinging her long, black hair over her shoulder. Her hands were on her hips.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Lance called back, and the girl rolled her eyes.
“Who is she?” Margie asked, before she could stop herself.
“Chloe? She’s one of our cheerleaders. You haven’t met her before?” Lance turned back to Chloe, casually unaware of the rage building up in Margie.
“Why? Are you jealous of her?” Lance asked in a conspiratorial whisper, and then broke into laughter. Margie smiled weakly, aware of how close Lance was to detecting the truth.
“Chloe has a loud bark but she rarely bites.” Lance turned to Chloe to throw her a look and then turned to Margie again.
“I was just wondering who she was,” Margie said, trying to smile again. Lance wasn’t touching her anymore and all she wanted was to throw her arms around him and hug him tightly. She knew, however, that that would be the worst mistake she could make in front of all these people.
“Anyway, yeah, we’re heading over to the gym together. Need to get a sweat going tonight before the game. Did you want to come?” Lance asked. He had a casual grin on his face and Margie considered it. Her heart was already beating fast because he had even offered. An image of herself on a treadmill popped up, her sweaty self, her red curls soaked in sweat and the panting and the exhaustion. Chloe, on the other hand, of course would look flawless during the whole thing.
“No, I need to head back. Got some chores to do,” Margie said, deciding immediately that she didn’t want Lance to see her that way.
“Cool. I’ll see you day after then. At the library? I’m looking forward to our little talk,” Lance said, patting her quickly on her arm before turning on his heel immediately and rushing back towards the house.
