“You’re beautiful,” growls Liam.
I kiss him again, thrusting my body out of my seat towards him.
His strong hands move to my body, cupping my breasts. It feels perfect to have his hand there, as if it was meant to be there.
After a few moments, I pull away. I’m not going to lose my virginity in a car, after all.
“Let’s get dinner started, shall we?” I say, immediately cringing at the way I say it. To me, it sounds like the most awkward thing in the world to say, even though it’s not. But that’s how nervous I’m feeling. It’s strange feeling this combination of intense lust and intense anxiety at the same exact time.
“Sure,” says Liam, getting out of the car and leading me into his house.
“Wow,” I say. “Nice place.”
It’s a large house and everything looks perfectly placed. It’s full of expensive nice stuff, and there’s tons of space everywhere. It’s a huge change from the cramped and messy room I’ve been living in for so long.
“Do you want a drink first?” says Liam as we enter the kitchen, with its marble topped counters and its fancy industrial style stove and a refrigerator that looks like it could feed a family of ten.
“I’m not twenty-one yet,” I say, starting to giggle with nerves.
“Oh right,” says Liam, a grin appearing on his face.
He walks towards me slowly.
“What if we just skip dinner?” he says.
I am hungry, but my body isn’t concerned with my hunger now. It’s telling me something completely else—I need Liam. My pussy’s yearning for his cock to fill me up, even though I don’t yet even know what it’s going to feel like. Sure, I have a remote idea, but I have a feeling I’m going to be surprised.
Should I tell him? Or shouldn’t I tell him. That’s what’s running through my head, making me nervous at the same time that I’m incredibly horny.
The closer he gets to me, his huge muscular body approaching me slowly, the more the lust overtakes my anxiety.
Liam puts his strong hands on my side, pulling me close to him. All my thoughts fly out the window—who cares about telling him, right? It’s not like it matters that much. I’ll just go through with it and maybe he’ll never notice the difference. Or maybe he’ll just think I’m a little out of practice after spending so much time in my room.
Plus, I don’t want him to think I’m some sort of freak, having never had sex before. I know Shelly told me it can be like a fetish or something that excites a lot of guys, but I don’t know. He might just think I’m really weird or something.
Liam kisses me. His mouth feels hot on mine. My nipples are rock hard, and I’m wet.
“Why don’t we head up to the bedroom?” says Liam, grinning at me.
I like how there’s none of this pretending that we’re just going up to the bedroom for some other reason, like showing me his art collection. I’ve heard from Shelly that this is a common tactic among the college guys she dates—they invited her into their room to watch a movie or something on the internet, and the next thing she knows they’re putting the moves on her. Of course, that’s what she wanted all along, but she complains to me about it, and I can understand why. Even though I don’t have a lot of other experiences, it’s just refreshing that Liam simply invites me up to his room without pretext.
“OK,” I say.
Time seems to slow down and my heart seems to be thumping faster and harder than ever as Liam leads me by the hand up the staircase. I don’t take my eyes off his muscular ass and back as he leads the way.
“Wow,” I say, entering the room. “Fancy.”
Liam shrugs.
“The room looks a hell of a lot better with you in it,” he growls, his voice growing deeper.
I look down and see the erection in his pants, seeming to grow harder and bigger before my eyes.
Liam walks towards me again, and this time pulls me harder against him. I love the way his body feels against mine. I love the way his cock feels, hot and hard, against me.
Liam’s kissing my neck, gently at first, and now harder. His hands are on my breasts.
I’m wearing my hair down, and Liam pushes it gently back to reveal more of my neck. He moves my shirt aside, moving his mouth down to my breasts.
I moan slightly as his hand circles my nipple delicately, finally making contact with it, as he kisses me.
The next thing I know, he’s helping me pull my shirt off over my head, making sure to keep my hair out of the way.
“I have the feeling you’ve done this before,” I say, trying to make a joke. And I’m also suddenly changing my mind, thinking that maybe I should tell him after all. Why can’t I just make up my mind? It keeps switching back and forth.
“That’s for sure,” growls Liam, undoing my bra with a single motion with one hand behind my back. He undoes it faster than even I can.
My breasts are out and Liam attacks them gently with his mouth and his hands. He knows what he’s doing. It feels incredible, much better than when those guys in my past have groped at me. They always pushed too hard and in the wrong way. But Liam does it better than even I do. (Yeah, I cup my breast with my hand and massage my nipples when I masturbate, so what?)
“You’re beautiful,” growls Liam. “You have an incredible body.”
“Thanks,” I say, moaning suddenly as he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. My nipples are as hard as spikes, sticking straight out.
I can’t remember ever being this turned on before. And it has an interesting effect on me. My entire body is screaming at me: go for the cock. Cock. Liam’s cock. It’s all I can think about, his massive hard shaft. I want to feel it in my hand, and I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it and savor it.
“I want… your cock,” I say, hoping it doesn’t sound as awkward as I think it sounds, coming out of my mouth.
“I think we could arrange that,” says Liam, chuckling.
He starts undoing his belt buckle, and I hear it clinking and falling heavily away from his pants.
Liam guides me gently down onto my knees. He remains standing, and his hands run through my hair, caressing my head.
I reach into his pants. My face is right against his crotch. I can smell him, all of him, his musky, manly scent filling my nostrils and pushing my lust completely over the edge.
My hand grips his cock in his pants, and I take it out. Liam helps by lowering his pants, pulling his cock back through his fly and pulling his boxers down.
His cock almost pokes me in the face. It’s monstrous. I honestly didn’t know it would be this big. It’s almost scary, but it’s far sexier. It’s harder than I thought it would be, as if it were made out of pure steel. The base is thick and the head is swollen beyond belief.
“That’s right,” growls Liam. “You’re going to suck my big cock, aren’t you? Isn’t that what you want to do?”
I nod my head shyly, staring down the barrel of his huge shaft.
I bend my head down towards it and I kiss the head gently. The truth is, I have no idea what I’m doing. But I have seen porn, like probably everyone else on the planet, and I’ve even studied it, realizing that there might come a day and time when I need to know how to do certain things, like give a blowjob.
I’m feeling a mixture of lust and curiosity. How’s this cock going to taste?
The answer greets me a moment later as I sink my lips down onto his cock, tightening them as the cock head enters my mouth.
It’s… exactly as I would have expected it to taste… fucking perfect.
I start bobbing my head, moving my lips down the shaft and then back up. I try to keep my tongue pressed against the base of his cock, and my lips tight. By the sound of things, I’m doing a good job. Liam is grunting and holding my head.
Liam starts thrusting his hips, surprising me, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. I love the feeling of my mouth being fucked… It’s just fucking hot, and I reach down and slip a hand inside my one
pair of sexy panties. I slip a finger inside myself, and let the heel of my hand dig into my clit. If I could moan with Liam’s gigantic cock in my mouth, I would.
Suddenly, it’s over.
“That’s enough,” growls Liam. “I don’t want to come just yet.”
I pull my head off his cock, the saliva dripping a little, forming a chain between my mouth and his cock. And it’s not gross. It’s hot.
“Your turn,” growls Liam, grabbing me by the waist and picking me up completely, and now laying me on my back on his comfy bed.
“Nice mattress,” I say.
Liam doesn’t answer.
He kisses me at my navel, and tugs at my waist line, pulling my panties down along with the rest of my clothes, down past my knees, and I help him kick everything off my ankles.
I’m completely naked, on my back, my nipples hard… and in Liam’s bed no less.
The reality of the situation suddenly hits me: I’m about to do it. I’m about to lose my virginity.
Liam’s running his tongue along my inner thighs, and getting closer and closer to my pussy, closer and closer to my hot wetness, the place where I long for him to touch.
I’ve never desired something so much in my life.
But suddenly the fear strikes me. It must be coming from this realization that it’s about to happen.
And I’m not ready.
“Sorry,” I say, moving my legs suddenly. My knee collides with Liam’s skull, making a thunking sound.
He sits up, looking a little confused, but laughing to himself.
“What is it?” he says. “Everything OK?”
“I just…”
I pull my legs towards me, and tuck them under my body, and I lean forward, crossing my arms in front of my naked breasts, as if I’m trying to cover as much of my body as I can.
“What’s wrong, Mia?” says Liam, his voice deep and sexy, yet full of concern. He’s looking me right in the eyes and I can see that he sees that something is wrong.
“It’s just that… I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never done what before? Had a guy go down on you?”
I shake my head.
“Well, we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”
I shake my head again, and open my mouth, trying to speak, but it takes the words what feels like forever to actually come out of my mouth, to be formed in my throat.
“I’ve never had sex before,” I say, my voice low and full of the pain of embarrassment. “I’m a virgin.”
Liam pauses for a moment.
“That’s OK,” he says. “Everyone has to start sometime. You’ve been in that room for quite a while, eh? I guess it’s understandable…”
“I just don’t think I can right now,” I say. “Trust me, I really want to. I really do, but it’s just so… intense. I mean, I’m just getting back out into the world. I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“That’s OK,” says Liam. “Why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll cook us some of that curry. I think you’re going to like it. We can talk more about this later if you like.”
“Damnit,” I say, suddenly getting angry and I’m not even sure why. I guess it’s probably that I’m frustrated with myself but I’m not admitting that to myself right now. “Why can’t you get angry about it?” I say, my voice rising. “I thought you wanted me.”
Liam pauses for a moment, apparently considering his words carefully.
“I do want you, Mia. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I mean that.”
“Hmmph,” I say. “You just want to fuck me, that’s why you’re saying that.”
Liam laughs.
“Now I’m just a trophy for you,” I say. “A virgin trophy, isn’t that right?”
Liam shakes his head. “No, Mia,” he says, his voice seriousness. “It’s not like that. I didn’t even know you were a virgin, remember?”
He has a good point, but I’m angry, even though I’m not sure why, and I’m not going to admit that to him now.
“Oh yeah,” I say, realizing I sound really stupid.
I suddenly feel horribly embarrassed. All the desire leaves my body, and the situation suddenly seems horribly unsexy in that I no longer feel sexy. I feel completely ridiculous, sitting here naked on his bed, covering myself as best as I can.
“Why don’t we go get something to eat downstairs?” says Liam kindly, with a smile on his face.
“I think I should go,” I say. “I don’t feel well…”
“You’re having another attack?”
I shake my head. “No,” I say.
I feel too embarrassed to even stay here with Liam.
“Well,” says Liam. “That’s fine. If you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go. I’ll give you a ride back.”
But the thought of sitting in the car with Liam all the way back to my parents’ house is just… too terrible to imagine. I feel too silly, like a non-adult who’s gotten into something that’s way over my head. The problem is it’s just something normal, something that adults do all the time, but apparently I can’t even handle something normal like sex.
I get up, getting dressed quickly, while trying to cover my body.
“I’ll call you a cab then,” says Liam.
I shake my head.
I’ve become a mute due to embarrassment or something.
How silly is that?
Before I even know what’s happening, I’m rushing downstairs, and I’m out the door, into the night that’s become somehow much cooler, even chilly.
Chapter 11
Liam
My cock doesn’t drop even the slightest bit as I watch her sexy ass swishing out the door.
So she’s a virgin… things just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
She’ll be back. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that she’ll be back. She got a taste of my rock hard cock, and I know she liked it.
Sure, she got a little freaked out about actually going through the whole thing. Interestingly, she got freaked out about receiving pleasure. Probably it’s some kind of complex, as if she doesn’t deserve to feel good herself. Unfortunately, a lot of women have something like that.
Sex in our culture can be so one sided. The message a lot of women get is that they’re supposed to please men, and sure that’s all well and good, especially from my perspective. But they should also know that they need to feel good too. Sex isn’t just for men.
I look out my bedroom window and see her getting into a passing taxi. Good, at least she’s going to get home safe, and she’ll probably call me tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I have this massive, aching erection to deal with. Normally I can exercise it away if I really need to, but not when I’ve been this close to sinking it into some sweet, tight pussy.
Now normally, getting pussy isn’t a problem. I’d just scroll through my phone and find one of the many willing women, and call whichever one strikes my fancy that night.
But ever since meeting Mia, I just can’t. It’s not like we’re going out. It’s not some loyalty thing. At least I don’t think it is. But I just don’t want anyone else. The thought of sinking my cock into some nurse’s pussy just isn’t doing it for me.
Instead, I sink back onto the bed, and grip my hard cock in my hand.
I close my eyes and arch my back as my fist travels up and down my cock, and I think of Mia and her breasts and the way it felt when her mouth was wrapped around my cock.
I imagine that she gets on top of me and sinks her pussy down onto me and my cock and it feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. She cries out a little bit with the pain, but after a moment it’s gone and she’s moaning in pleasure. My fat cock fills her completely and she braces her hands on my hard pecs and rides me insanely. She can’t get enough, and soon we’re both coming together.
My fist is a blur on my cock as I tense up the muscles in my legs and I come, shooting my load high and far onto my chest.
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nbsp; Damn, a fucking sticky mess awaits me when I open my eyes.
I head to the shower and let the steam pile up around me, keeping the window open a crack, because I like to feel a bit of a chill when I step out of the shower.
I hit the sack early, falling asleep to uneasy dreams that I can’t quite remember when I wake up.
In the morning, I check my phone, and of course there’s a message from Mia. “I’m sorry about last night,” she writes. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I write. “It wasn’t a problem. Maybe we could meet later this week? We still have that date on Friday, remember?”
“Sounds good,” writes Mia.
I smile to myself as I put my phone down as I’m getting ready for work. Friday. She’s in. That means she’s in for the cock. It’s only a matter of time before I get to test her sweet virgin pussy.
The ride to work is uneventful. I take the Porsche instead of the Triumph today, for the only reason being that I just feel like it.
“Administration wants to see you,” says someone. I don’t even notice who it is.
This has become the constant refrain to my life here in the hospital. Administration always wants to see me. Apparently, to them, I’m always causing trouble.
To me, I’m doing exactly what it is I need to be doing. I’m saving lives, performing life saving, complicated surgeries that not many others can perform. If it ends up costing the hospital a little more money, or if I violated a couple of their precious procedures in the process, then I’m just going to keep doing what it is I do best, and that’s making sick people better.
I head off to Johnson’s office, not bothering to knock. I just open the door and walk in.
“What is it this time, Johnson?” I say. “Let’s just get this thing…” I’m about to say “over with,” but I suddenly notice that it’s not just Johnson that’s here, but two others, a well-dressed man and an elegant looking woman.
The woman is seated behind Johnson’s desk, and Johnson and the man are standing near her, looking grim and serious.
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