by Hart, Lane
At least I think he’s my friend. It’s hard to tell since there’s always trouble lurking in the depths of his amber eyes. Eyes that I keep dreaming about no matter how hard I try to think of something, anything else.
When we start to kiss Monday night, I notice that Royal leaves his eyes open. And when my gaze locks with his, there’s this…connection I feel all the way down to my soul.
So I decide to ask him why.
“Not that I mind or anything, but why are you keeping your eyes open today?” I ask as we lie on my bed facing each other, legs tangled up and Royal’s hand underneath my shirt. “I thought in movies or whatever that people always closed their eyes.”
“I just like looking at you,” he answers. “Watching your face and your reaction to how I kiss you and touch you.” Royal runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Then his hand that’s still under my shirt slides lower where he eases his fingers under the elastic of my cotton shorts. “Can I touch you down here?”
“Why?” I ask hesitantly.
“Because I really want to. And I think you’ll like it.”
My first instinct is to say no, that it’s a slippery slope to doing things I want to wait and do with my husband after we’re married. But then I remember Claudia offering to have sex with Royal. What if I tell him no now and he leaves to go be with her? I don’t want this, us, to be over yet, even though I know it’s inevitable. That’s why no matter what, I won’t ever give Royal my virginity. He’s not the type of guy to be with just one girl, at least not while we’re in high school.
“Too much too soon?” Royal asks, removing his hand from my bottoms when I stay silent.
“No, I want you to,” I say, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand down the front of the elastic band of my shorts and my panties. “But I’m not sure I’m going to like–” The words catch in my throat as Royal shoves his fingers through my pubic hair, making me gasp at the hot, tickling sensation that his touch invokes.
While my mouth is still gaping as I suck in oxygen, Royal leans over and thrusts his tongue inside, stroking my tongue at the same time his fingertip strokes along my folds, causing a deep, throbbing ache in my lower belly that’s stronger, more intense than ever before.
I’m not sure, but judging by his throaty groan, I think he’s turned on by touching me.
And then the heel of his hand rubs against me a certain way that feels so good a moan escapes, only to be swallowed by Royal. He then stops kissing me to ask, “Should I keep going?”
“Yes.” His heel presses down again and I cry out. “Right there!”
“Here?” he asks with a grin. His voice may be teasing, but it’s also deeper than normal and his whiskey eyes are darker and heavy-lidded.
I nod, and then can’t resist reaching down between my legs to press my hand over his through my shorts, applying more pressure to the magical spot as the throbbing grows stronger, matching the pulse in my chest.
Something strange and a little scary but amazing at the same time is happening to me. There’s a desperate urgency that has my hips moving on their own accord against my and Royal’s fingers.
“I love how hot and wet you are for me,” Royal says as he watches my face while his hand makes an adjustment. My fingers keep applying pressure to the happy spot while his roam, his fingertip prodding my opening until it slowly slips inside my canal.
“Oh fuck,” Royal mutters, his eyes closing for several long seconds before they open to hold mine again. As soon as they do, an explosion occurs inside of me, one that steals my breath and makes my entire body tremble. In my panties there’s a rippling pleasure that’s pulsating in such a fantastic way that it causes my toes to curl, my back to arch before a loud, moaning scream is ripped from my throat.
Royal’s mouth crashes down on mine to silence me, his tongue thrusting urgently with the same rhythm as his finger inside me until my limbs finally begin to relax and I sink down into the mattress again.
His lips curl into a smile as I pull back to see his face.
“What just happened?” I whisper to him, still catching my breath, my cheeks warm like I’m running a fever.
Withdrawing his fingers from my shorts, Royal grins wider and says, “You just had what I’m guessing was your first orgasm.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I tell him.
“Did it feel good?”
“God, yes,” I reply with my own goofy grin.
“Thought so based on how wet you were as you humped my hand and your own.”
“Ugh,” I groan as I cover my face with said hands.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Royal says. “You’ve got me so hard I’m about to come in my shorts.”
“Really?” I ask, lowering my hands to look over at him.
He rolls to his back and gestures to the obvious tenting in his khaki shorts, along with the small, round wet spot next to the zipper.
While I’m looking at his crotch, Royal pops the top button and lowers the zipper, then pulls out his hard flesh that’s long, thick and has veins running up and down it. It’s the first time I’ve actually seen it before, which isn’t really fair since he’s already seen me completely naked. I watch, mesmerized as his fist grips his girth and strokes up and down, up and down. Occasionally, Royal rubs his thumb over the slit at the center of his fat tip that keeps dripping creamy pearls.
I roll to my side, propping my head up on my elbow to get an even better look at him touching himself.
“You watching me is so fucking hot,” he says.
“So you’ve done…this before?” I ask him without lifting my eyes from the sight.
“Hell yes. All the time,” Royal responds without an ounce of shame. “Every night after I leave you.”
“Oh,” I say in surprise, finally glancing back up at his face that’s tight with what looks like pain.
“Does it hurt?”
“God, yes. It hurts…until…I…come.”
When I glance back down at his stroking hand, I notice the other is now squeezing his sac underneath.
“Show me your tits,” he demands. And because he’s practically writhing in pain, hips thrusting into the air as he tugs roughly on his dick, I lift my shirt without hesitation, then tug down both cups of my bra.
“Oh fuck,” Royal groans before he rolls to his side and leans over to cover my breast with his mouth. He licks my nipple and then sucks on it, making those tingling sensations between my legs to come roaring back. I run my fingers through the back of his hair while he keeps at it, sucking harder and harder until I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. At first, I think it’s my arousal, but when I glance down, I see the spurts coming from Royal’s cock, soaking the center of my shorts before he starts rubbing his hard shaft against the cotton.
And, oh god, it feels good, even better than his fingers.
I get it now, what all the fuss over sex is about and why some girls at school have already had it. It’s also scary, because I’m afraid if Royal and I don’t stop doing this every night, fooling around in my bed, then I may cave and let him inside of me, only to have me crushed when he dumps me, which I know he will do eventually.
Chapter Nine
Royal
After I come so hard I think my spine is going to snap in half, I finally release Hannah’s nipple from my mouth with one final lick of my tongue and then roll to my back to suck in some much-needed oxygen.
The room is so silent I can hear the kids outside laughing and talking, which means, they probably heard us.
Not that I give a fuck as long as we don’t get caught. The only problem is that Hannah is too quiet.
Did I go too far? I thought she was curious about me jerking off, but maybe she was revolted.
“You okay?” I ask, rolling my head to the side to look over at her. She’s also flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, our shoulders overlapping because the bed is so damn small.
“Yeah,” she answers without
looking at me.
“Sorry about the mess.”
“What?” she asks before lifting her neck to glance down. “Oh, right. It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Hannah answers on a sigh. “I should probably change.”
“Probably,” I agree because my load was so big, I most likely soaked through both layers of her bottoms.
Fuck, I wanted to be inside of her when I finished. But coming between her legs while sucking her tit has to be a close second. It’s hard to believe that in just a few days, we’ve already covered two bases, so all that’s left is oral and actual fucking. At this rate, we’ll cross both things off in a week.
And man, I wish Aric and Blake were here so I could tell them. I know that’s messed up, but that’s what guys do, mostly for advice and encouragement, not to be disrespectful. I’ve been best friends with those boys for so long that I know they would never run their mouths to anyone about what I tell them about Hannah.
I watch Hannah as she climbs out of bed and then bite back a groan when she lowers her shorts, leaving her in her top and panties before she pulls another pair from her drawer and steps into them.
When she comes back to the bed, she takes a seat on the foot of it and says, “I can’t have sex with you.”
Damn. If that’s not a mood killer, I don’t know what is.
“Okay,” I say, swallowing around the knot of disappointment in my throat. Not just disappointment, but her rejection seriously stings. After I zip up my pants, putting my dick away, I sit up and ask her, “Can you tell me why not?”
“Because we’re too young for one, but mostly because I want my husband to be my first, you know, on our wedding night or whatever.”
Oh. That’s what all this is about? Fuck, I thought there was something wrong with me.
“That’s your decision,” I tell her. “But do you really think your husband will be a virgin on your wedding night? Even if he says he’s never been in a pussy, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked every ass he’s ever seen.”
“I know that. And he doesn’t have to be a virgin,” Hannah says.
“So then why do you have to be one?”
“A girl’s virginity is different from a guy’s.”
“It is?”
“Guys want to sleep with girls, lots of them,” she explains. “But I want my first time to be with someone who loves me, not just anyone, and not someone I regret giving myself to.”
“And only your future husband will ever love you and be someone you don’t regret?” I challenge.
“No, but that’s the only way to know for sure that he does love me if he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.”
“How about this — what if you save your virginity until you’re thirty and then get married, fuck your husband, find out a month later he cheated on you and have to get a divorce?”
“That…that’s not going to happen,” Hannah scoffs.
“How do you know? Are you psychic?”
“I won’t marry someone unless I trust them not to cheat on me.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“I won’t be!”
“Suit yourself,” I tell her. “But really it just sounds like you’re holding yourself back from something that could be crazy good for years, just because you’re scared.”
“Of course I’m scared! I don’t want to sleep with someone and then get hurt.”
“I don’t either.”
“Have you ever…”
“No,” I say. “I’m a virgin. But I’m sure as hell not going to wait around for one woman who may or may not come along and be loyal to me for the rest of our lives.”
“You don’t get it, and you never will because you’re not a girl.”
“Then explain it to me,” I tell her.
Hannah sighs heavily. “For me, I have to give up something the first time, my innocence, a piece of myself that I’ll never get back again once it’s gone. It belongs to that other person who took it away from me forever.”
“I think you’re forgetting about all the other pieces of yourself you give up too,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“All the first times. Our first times. You were the first person I kissed. First woman I saw naked and had on top of me. First to watch me get myself off. First girl I touched under her clothes and got to slide my finger inside of her. Those things all belong to you and me now, and we can’t take them back. You don’t think they’re just as important as the first time you have sex? Because I do.”
“You’re right. They are,” she agrees as she crawls up the bed and straddles my lap, pressing her cunt to my crotch. Cupping my face, Hannah says, “I never really thought about it like that.”
“Over the next two weeks, I want you to have the rest of my firsts, even if we don’t have sex,” I tell her.
“And then what happens?” she asks. “What happens at the end of the summer when we go back home and start school in the fall?”
“We keep doing this, being together, hanging out, fooling around.” I grab her ass cheeks and give them a squeeze in demonstration.
“You promise?” Hannah whispers.
“I promise.”
Now I finally get it. She’s worried that I’m going to hurt her, but she doesn’t understand that she has the same power over me too – the power to break my heart. She’s already holding the organ in her fist; she just doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter Ten
Hannah
The next two weeks with Royal are the best of my life. We spend every minute together from the time we wake up and go to work until he has to sneak back to his dorm room.
There are only three days left before we go home, and I’m scared. So scared that things will change.
At least Royal did promise me we would keep seeing each other, and there won’t be any reason for us to have to sneak around anymore. I can introduce him to my parents, and we can be together at school…
But we won’t be able to have any time alone.
There’s no way my parents will let him come over and have my door closed.
Which means no more kissing, no more touching, no more orgasms, no more of that physical closeness with him that I’ve come to crave unless it’s done in one of our cramped cars.
That’s why I make a crazy, possibly reckless decision our last Friday night at camp.
Not that it’s really much of a stretch to the things we’ve been doing.
Most nights, Royal has my shirt up and off as soon as I open the door for him.
And for the past few days, he’s also pulled down my bottoms and kissed me between my legs. Not that I’ve really seen what he does down there. I can’t, it’s too embarrassing, not to mention I have to cover my face with my pillow to muffle my screams, because boy, do I scream. His tongue just feels so damn good that I can’t get enough. That’s why I gave up on trying to talk him out of it.
Once I come at least once, Royal usually crawls up my body and then strokes himself until he comes on my stomach or breasts.
Tonight, I stop him when he pulls his cock out.
“Wait,” I say, still out of breath from coming so hard when I reach down and cover his hand with mine.
“What?” he asks, looking down at me with a grin. “You want to jerk me off tonight?”
“Ah, well, I can, or I was wondering if you maybe have a condom?”
“A condom? Why would I need a condom?”
“So I won’t get pregnant…” I trail off.
I wish I had a camera to capture the surprised expression on his face.
“You want to…? Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes.”
Royal was right. He has all my other firsts, and I want him to have the last one. Well, the last one I ever plan to give a man.
“What happened to waiting until you get married?” Royal asks.
“I trust you more than I do some hypothetical man in my future,�
� I tell him, withholding the fact that I think that maybe someday, when we’re much older, he could be my husband.
“So, do you have a condom?” I ask since without one it’s all a moot point.
“Yeah, there’s one in my wallet. Do you want me to get it out?”
“Yes. And you should probably take off the rest of your clothes since I’m already naked.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah,” Royal agrees as he scrambles off the bed to undress and retrieve the foil packet from the wallet in his pants. I kick off my bottoms the rest of the way and watch as he stands next to the bed, completely naked in my room for the first time, appreciating how sexy he is and that he’s about to be mine in every possible way.
“I’m not going to ask you again,” he says as he climbs on top of me, wedging his hips between my spread thighs.
“Okay,” I agree.
“So, we’re really going to do this?” he asks, making me smile despite my nervousness because he said he wasn’t going to ask again.
“Royal?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me?” I ask because I know that, once our tongues meet, it’ll be like every other time and our bodies will take over and do the rest.
And I was right.
The next few minutes are a total blur of a little awkwardness getting started, a hint of pain, and then a feeling of completeness I know I’ll never forget, not just physically but emotionally too when Royal whispers, “I love you” against my ear.
Chapter Eleven
Royal
I’ve thought about the act of having sex for so long that it never occurred to me to worry about everything that comes afterward.
First of all, there’s the wrestling off of the sticky condom to dispose of in the trash can. And then there’s the heavy silence, which serves as a reminder that Hannah didn’t make a single sound while we were doing it. She’s incredibly loud when she’s getting off, which means she didn’t even come close, because, let’s face it, I’ve never come so fast in my life.
