by Jenna Rose
Jay Moore, the biggest asshole-jock on campus, is pressing his lips against mine and I’m okay with it. I’m more than okay with it; I’m like McDonald’s – I’m lovin’ it.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve been kissed before—but not like this. Jay’s lips are magic against mine. A moan falls gently from my mouth as he slides a hand against my waist. I’m wearing a loose blouse of thin fabric and can feel the calluses on his palms from all the countless hours of playing baseball.
I haven’t even seen him play yet, I realize, suddenly wanting more than ever to be in the stands cheering him on.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and I melt. I lean right into him and press my body against his. I don’t know why Jay is into a girl like me, but when he feels my chest against his, he reacts quickly.
He cups my breast and my lips fall from his as I collapse against him. It’s the first time a man’s touched me that way, and I don’t even know what to do with myself. He squeezes, causing my breath to leave my chest, and I reach up with both hands and grip his strong shoulders and hold on for dear life. He must sense something in my body, because he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Don’t be nervous.”
“Wh—why?” I whisper back. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, no, no, no,” he says quickly. “Martha. She told me you were a virgin.”
“That bitch,” I mutter.
“No,” he says quickly, making me look directly into his eyes. “I like that. I love it.”
“You…you do?” I ask, confused. Don’t guys hate that? Don’t they want girls with experience? Who knew how to give blowjobs and stuff like that?
“Yes.” He smiles. “Because I can make you mine, Emma. All mine.”
Our lips meet again, and my whole world seems to sparkle. His hand tightens on my breast and his other slides between my legs, which eagerly part for him. The feelings I’ve been trying so hard not to admit I’ve been feeling come spilling out of me when he touches me there, and I give myself over to him.
Why fight it? It’s what I want. He is what I want.
9
Jay
I’m about to bust in my pants with this girl!
I hadn’t realized just how badly I wanted Emma until this very moment. I mean – I knew I wanted her, but I didn’t know my cock was going to throb between my legs like I was back in high school with my first boner. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get five pumps in her before blowing my load.
Her soft thighs open for me as I slide my hand up her legs. She’s wearing a skirt, but the kind an art major would wear, made out of linen or something with a star and moon pattern all over it. But it’s not what she’s wearing that I’m concerned with; it’s what she’s not wearing.
Panties.
My finger is greeted by her wetness and I waste no time sliding inside her. She gasps and I cradle her head against my neck as I start to pleasure her. She’s unbelievably tight. How am I going to even get inside her?
“No panties,” I whisper. “You bad girl.”
“Don’t you know?” she pants as I find her spot and apply pressure. “We art girls are naughty bitches.”
“Hah!” I laugh as I push her down on the bench seat beneath me and lift her skirt up over her hips. She’s not shaved, but she’s not hairy either; she’s lightly trimmed, and when I get a look at her little pink peach, I’m overwhelmed by the urge to press my tongue against her and lick until she screams my name. But my lust to taste her is overwhelmed by another lust.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
“I—”
“I’ve never needed anything more in my life.” And I mean that. Reaching down, I unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out and set it on her leg. Her eyes go wide when she sees it.
The boys on the team joke that it’s my other bat, and they’re right to. My cock’s just about as thick as a baseball bat at its thinnest part on the handle, and clocks in at just over nine inches long. It’s a lot for any girl to take, but for Emma, who’s never seen a cock before, it’s going to be like getting into a fighter jet for your first time flying.
“That…” she whispers. “What is that?”
She reaches out slowly and touches it as if to make sure it’s real.
“That’s for you,” I tell her, watching her eyes as she takes it all in. And then she’s going to take it all in.
“All of it?” she giggles.
“Unless you want to share with your roommate,” I tease, drawing a slap on the shoulder. “I’m kidding. I only have eyes for you, Emma.”
I tug my pants down and maneuver myself on top of her. Her eyes go wide and she puts her hands against my hips.
“Don’t—don’t you want me to like…give you head or something first?”
“No,” I reply firmly. “I just want to be inside you. We have plenty of time for that later.”
“Later, eh?”
I smile and kiss her cheek as I smooth the hair from her face. “If you think I’m letting you go after this, Emma, you’re crazy.”
I press my cock against her hole, feeling the wetness against my tip, and Emma’s body goes tight. I wait, keeping my eyes on hers.
“Just relax,” I tell her. “Deep breath and relax. It will hurt for a second, but then you’ll be in a whole new world.”
“Like Aladdin?” she asks with a smile that reminds me of just why I like this girl.
“Exactly,” I reply. “But way sexier.”
“I dunno.” She smiles. “Aladdin was pretty sexy—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish; I shut her up with my cock. Her tight pussy lips part as I enter. I feel the resistance and hear her gasp. I wait, then apply more pressure and take her innocence.
“Jay!” she moans, her voice barely a whisper as I keep going. I don’t stop until I’m buried deep inside her, every one of my inches wrapped up in her tight, virgin cunt.
“Fuck that’s good,” I growl, letting my teeth press gently against the skin of her neck. When I start to fuck her, I realize my previous suspicions were correct; I’m not going to last long. But if I’m going to come soon, I’m going to make sure she does too.
I tug her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Her bra has a front clasp that I undo with one hand. Her tits are perfect, with little pink nipples that I wrap my lips around one by one. Her back arches up off the seat and I bring my thumb to her mouth. She sucks eagerly, giving me a hint of what she has in store for me later. I remove it, then apply pressure to her clit as I fuck her.
“Oh, wow!” she cries out. “Fuck, Jay! Oh my God…”
“That’s right,” I tell her. “I’m going to make you come, princess. All over my cock.”
“I—I can already feel it,” she whispers as her body begins to quiver. I can’t hold out much longer. My legendary stamina is nothing next to her unparalleled sexiness. I’m going to be more prepared for next time…and the time after that, and the time after that…
“Come for me,” I tell her, kissing my way up her breasts to her ear. “Come all over my big cock.”
“Yeah? You want me to?” she asks as she begins grinding back against me. I smile; I’ve awoken the bad girl inside her, and she’s not going away.
“More than anything,” I purr into her ear. “Let me feel it.”
Her hips buck against mine. Her juicy cunt grips my cock like a tight fist. She’s getting close. In a flash of aggressiveness, she grabs my face and forces my eyes to her.
“You know I hated you?” she asks as we fuck, her pussy pulling me close and closer toward the edge.
“Yeah?” I grin.
“When we first met,” she continues. “I thought you were so fucking cocky.”
“And now?”
“Still cocky.” She smiles. “But with good fucking reason.”
She comes, causing me to come. I grunt and my body goes tight as my cock explodes inside her. My first jet of cum sprays into her hole and she all but screams as her body shakes again
st mine. I press her down against the seat as I fill her eager little pussy with my seed, something I never do. But it’s more than just sex that we’re having, and pulling out was simply not an option.
And it will never be.
Epilogue
Emma
Five years later…
“Can you believe it?” Jay asks from behind the wheel of the truck, the same truck we christened that fateful night we first lay with each other at the reservoir. He’s holding up his trophies, one for MVP and one for this year’s championship.
“Yes, I can.” I smile. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”
“Maybe a little one,” he replies. He looks so impossibly handsome and I’m this close to jumping his bones and would totally be giving him road head on the way home if it weren’t for Clarence, our baby boy, fast asleep between us.
He’s almost a year old and growing fast. He’s taking after his father too, and I won’t be surprised if we have another star athlete on our hands one day. It was a little embarrassing starting to show at the end of my senior year, but on the other hand, everyone knew it was Jay Moore’s baby, so if anything, girls were jealous of me.
I finished up my art major with flying colors, but also had to transfer to SCAD when Jay got drafted by the Atlanta Braves. He got a house in Atlanta and we’d visit each other as often as possible. It was sort of a semi-long-distance thing for a while there, but we both knew this wasn’t going to be a fling, so we pushed through. In fact, I think it just made us stronger.
Now we’re living in Atlanta, he’s playing ball like he always knew he would, and I’m working on my first exhibit that is set to open in two weeks. Semi-abstract landscapes of oil and a bit of mixed media. A local gallery made me the offer.
I was hesitant at first; I thought they only wanted me because I was Jay Moore’s wife, but then I learned that Pablo, the gallery owner, actually didn’t follow baseball at all and couldn’t care less. In fact, he asked Jay not to come so we could avoid the paparazzi, and to show up in disguise if he came at all.
We stayed engaged all the way through school and got married right after graduation at this gorgeous resort in New Hampshire on the coast. It turns out his mom was originally from there, and I’d always wanted to see New England. It was a whirlwind – a blur that I was sure I would wake up from, but here I am today with my baseball star husband and perfect son.
Martha came to the wedding – I think just to remind me of “how she knew better” than I did when Jay first showed interest in me. She’s living in New York now doing design for a small clothing company that makes scarves and hats. I miss her, but she’s thinking of coming down to visit this summer.
We get home and put Clarence down together. Jay has a celebratory dinner tonight with the team but is all sweaty from the game and still sticky from the champagne sprayed all over them.
“Gonna help wash me off?” he asks with a wink as he shrugs out of his T-shirt. As always, I feel the same flood of attraction for him that I always feel, and apparently always will. So much for that whole marriage-getting-stale thing, I guess!
“Is that even a question?” I tease as I prance past him into the bathroom, sliding my pants down over my booty as I go. I’m wearing a tiny little thong that I leave on as my husband follows after me. As I lean into the shower to turn the water on, his fingers find the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. Smiling, I turn around and undo the buckle on his pants.
“How did I get so lucky?” I muse as I feel the bulge beginning to swell against my hand.
“That’s a question I ask myself every day.” He smiles, pressing his lips against mine. Talking to Jay is like talking to an artificial intelligence machine that’s been designed to melt women’s hearts – designed to melt my heart. He always knows the exact right thing to say to drive me crazy.
I know it sounds like I’m lying, but we really don’t fight. We just don’t. I think it’s because we’re so up front with each other and never lie. It all started way back in college when I was up front with him and has continued all the way until now. The biggest argument we ever had was over whether or not sugar bee apples are better than honey bee apples, and that just ended up with Jay pinning me down on the floor of the living room and nipples down my body before burying his face between my legs—
…like he’s doing now.
“Oh, baby…” I mutter as his tongue drags up my slit and flattens on my clit. A shudder of pleasure courses through my body and I brace myself on his head as he kneels before me. His eyes, gorgeous and loving, look up at me as he coaxes me quickly toward a climax, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy.
I come hard, my juices coating his tongue and cheeks as his eyes smile up at me. I’m still shaking when he stands, takes me by my hips, and bends me over the tub. I brace myself against the little shelf on the wall that holds my African black soap and my Moroccan oil shampoo and brace myself for the little sting I’m going to feel when he slides inside.
I always have and always will. He’s just that big. But I’ve grown to love it now, because I know that it means I’m about to go for the ride of my life, a ride only my husband knows how to give me. The only man I’ve ever had, the only man I ever will.
“God, I love you,” I groan as he stretches me around the thick tip of his Adonis dick.
“I know,” he growls as he runs his hands over my back.
“Say it, you big jerk!” I tell him.
“Say what?” he asks as he drives his cock deep inside me, shaking me to my core.
“Oh, you son of a bitch…” I moan, slumping forward as he starts to fuck me. His hands, strong and rough, move up to my chest. He tweaks my nipple gently and presses his lips to my ear.
“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”
The End
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