by V. F. Mason
She was wearing a tiny, see-through bra, which showcased the beautiful view of her small but firm breasts. Her nipples were hard, and without thinking much, I took one of them in my mouth. She cried out in pleasure and her nails bit into my shoulders, probably leaving marks. Moving my mouth to her other breast, I lavished the same attention on it. She kept grinding on me, and I was fucking afraid to finish in my pants, embarrassing the hell out of myself. She chose me tonight, so I couldn’t screw that up. Maybe if I kept her satisfied, she would want to have more. Fuck, I hoped she would.
The bra started to piss me off, so I undid it while licking her neck and collarbone.
“Ryan,” she moaned and, God, if that didn’t make me hotter inside too.
Swallowing, I moved my hands down her stomach gently, ended on her pants, and I undid the button. Not quickly; after all, I had no experience with it. Frustrated, she removed my hands and did the work for me.
Suddenly, I didn’t like our position anymore. I wanted to have whole access to her, so I stood with her. She squealed but wrapped her body around me, bringing both our groins in direct contact. Moaning, she started to grind on me, trying to get friction, and I had to stop because I was about to drop her.
“Wait, umm… just wait, okay?” She shook her head, but then stopped as I moved us to the bedroom. The moonlight was bright enough that I didn’t need any light to see her clearly. Part of me was afraid, if she saw who she was sleeping with, she might change her mind.
I placed her on my bed and pulled off her pants with her panties, which left her gloriously naked, and I almost stopped breathing.
She was so utterly beautiful, a goddess, a dream come true. Her black hair was over my pillow, her violet eyes sparkled with desire, and her pale skin was flushed red either from want or embarrassment—I had no idea, maybe both? Her small breasts, flat stomach, triangle with small black curls, and long legs—which just a minute ago were wrapped around me. I wanted desperately for it to happen again. She rose up on her elbows and scanned me from head to toe.
“Can you take off your clothes?” For some reason, I was making her nervous and I didn’t understand why. It was my first time, so I should be the only one nervous here.
I removed my shirt and then quickly unbuckled my pants and took off everything else, trying not to fucking blush under her assertive gaze. I was scared shitless she wouldn’t want me. I was nothing special to look at. I just recently started to workout and, yeah, there were some muscles, but I was on the lean side and wasn’t exactly a Greek god.
“Your glasses, Ryan,” she mumbled.
“What about them?”
“Don’t you want to remove them?” I gave her a confused look.
“Why?”
“Why? You can’t have sex with them on.”
“I can’t?” Shit, how would I see her face and the rest? I was blind without them. Couldn’t see shit, and I already had no experience. Without my eyes, I would fuck this up for sure.
“I don’t think so.” She frowned and looked uncomfortable. “Do you always have them on when you have sex?”
Well fuck.
Wasn’t that the million-dollar question? I couldn’t lie for shit, so I probably had to tell the truth.
“I’ve never . . . I just . . .” She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. “I’ve never—”
“Had sex without them?” For some reason, she looked like she didn’t believe it was possible.
“I’ve never had sex before.” She blinked several times, as though she couldn’t understand what I was telling her, and then her cheeks became red and she sat up. This wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for her to do.
“How is that possible?”
“I didn’t like anyone enough to try it with, and with all my studies, I didn’t have much time for hook-ups.” I figured admitting I’d had a thing for her for a long time, and all other girls paled in comparison, was out of line.
“I see,” she murmured, and silence fell over us.
I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation when we were both naked and about to have sex. I was still standing, but it did nothing to lower my hard-on. “You did make out before, right?” Now she looked worried, and that made me angry. It wasn’t like being a virgin was a plague or something. I knew chicks dug bad boys more, but I still found her question offensive.
“Yeah, I did, Bella.” She looked down and then took a deep breath.
“Okay. I’ve never done this before either.” Wait, what? Oblivious to my shock, she continued, “There was never an opportunity, or rather there was, but I wasn’t ready. I found excuses not to do it and all. Today was supposed to be the day I gave it up.” It wouldn’t matter, but somehow it brought joy inside me to know I would be the first one for her, as she was for me. Then another thought struck me.
“Did you change your mind…since I’m a virgin, too?” She raised up on her knees and leaned into me, her hands palming my face. Then she gave me a soft kiss and I forgot about everything else at the moment. As she moved back, I reached to remove my glasses but froze. She swallowed hard and tried to smile.
“It’s okay. You can keep them on.” Part of me felt relieved at that, because removing my glasses was like asking me to give all my armor away. “I still want to do this. We can learn together, okay?” She then laid down on the bed and I joined her, covering her from head to toe with my body. Our chests pressed together and I could feel her hard nipples against my skin. She hissed, either in pain or pleasure. “You have a condom, right?” I nodded and pushed up, taking one from the bedside drawer.
She raised her eyebrow in question, and I explained, “The guys gave me some once. It was at a bachelor party or something. I just decided to keep them there.”
“Okay.” I opened the foil pocket with my mouth and took it out. Raising up again, I palmed myself, and, fuck, I was so hard I was seriously afraid I would come any minute.
“Do you need any help?”
“Ahh… No. I think if I feel anything but my hand there, it will be finished before we start.” She chuckled and relaxed again. Finally, after a bit of fumbling, I had it on and came back to her, kissing her hard on the mouth. My hands slowly played with her nipples. As she sighed into my lips, I learned her reactions to my different touches. I wanted to know what made her tick, what brought her pleasure, so I could keep that in mind in the future. I let go of her mouth and moved lower to run my lips on her neck, collarbone, and breasts, sucking on her nipples again. I loved the taste of her.
She grabbed my hair and moaned, sending some kind of signal to my hard-on to make it even more uncomfortable. I planted soft kisses on her stomach, making her shiver. When my face ended up in front of her wet sex, she gasped and tried to pull away, but I steadied her hips with my hands.
“What are you doing, Ryan? I don’t want oral sex.” I was so mesmerized with the view in front of me that, at first, her words didn’t register.
“Why?”
She now was flat-out embarrassed. “Because it’s weird and ewww, and I don’t want to do it.”
“I’ll be the one who does it, Bella. You wouldn’t need to return the favor.” Although the idea of her sucking me with those beautiful lips of hers made my cock hard.
But as much as I liked the idea, I wouldn’t make her or ask for that. I wouldn’t ever ask for anything that made her uncomfortable. She looked unsure, but there was curiosity, too. Before she could say anything, I licked the inside of her pussy and moaned. She tasted musky and sweet and . . . like her. I could drown in her taste. I heard her cry out in pleasure and resumed my exploration. My moves were sloppy and I tried to remember everything I’d read about oral sex and going down on a woman. I wanted to make it good for her.
I gently pulled her lower lips aside with my thumbs, bringing out her clit for me. Taking it gently in my mouth, I sucked on it, but then moved my tongue lower and licked her on the outside and then gently pushed my tongue inside. She was now restless in bed bu
t pushed against me; she didn’t want to get away. My hands softly caressed her silky thighs, which put slight pressure on my shoulders.
I licked her some more, but she started to push away and I had to raise my eyes to her.
“I’m about to come, Ryan, so don’t you think you should move along and just—?”
“If you want to, then do it.” Then I sucked on her clit hard and, for the first time, pushed my finger inside. She was so tight that I was afraid to hurt her when it would be my cock entering her, so I had to make sure she was wet and prepared. Suddenly, her body froze and she cried out as her walls sucked my finger, and I knew she came. I took one last lick and raised up. She was flushed, her body moving in slow breaths, and she looked relaxed, but at the same time, she looked like she wanted more.
Thank God I had more to give.
As I raised my body above her, her eyes snapped at my lips, which probably were red and swollen and still had the taste of her.
“You didn’t have to do it, you know.”
“I didn’t have to. I wanted to. And I’m glad I did. You are delicious.” I kissed her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, allowing her to truly appreciate how good I found what I just did. I had no fucking idea where I had all this confidence coming from, but I liked it because it allowed me to take what I wanted and bring her pleasure. I enjoyed being a different man just for a moment.
The tip of my cock was against her entrance. Feeling her tense, I tried to soothe her.
“I heard it’s painful only the first time.” Yeah. Like I was the one who should comfort her.
“I know. I’m just nervous.”
“So am I.”
“Are you ready?”
She gave me a nod and took a deep breath. “Just do it quickly, okay? Like a Band-Aid. It’s better that way. I prefer it that way.”
“Okay then.” I tried to be as gentle as I could, but I didn’t think it was possible. I pushed inside her with one smooth thrust, and she cried out in pain as she tried to get away from me.
Fuck, I fucked that up.
“Get off me. It hurts! Ryan, get off me!” I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything I knew about virgins. At some point, the topic was interesting to me and, in my fashion, I got to know all the information the library and Internet had.
“Relax, Bella. You need to relax and stop moving. Listen to me.” She finally stopped, and although I could feel the heat of her surrounding me inside her, I clenched my teeth and waited. She came first.
Always. A good lover always made sure of that, and her first time had to be special.
I’d read too many articles where girls complained that it wasn’t memorable enough.
“It’s better now.”
“Still hurts? I’m sorry.”
“Well, now it’s stings a little, but it’s not as painful as it was in the beginning.” She moved slightly, which sent a direct signal to my dick, making it hard to control my movements.
“Bella, stop moving. I only have so much control.” She cocked her head and her face had a curious expression on it. She moved again, and now both of us moaned.
“Start moving.” It was almost as though she was begging now.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just do it!” I started to move, pulling back almost fully out and then pushing back inside.
God, the pleasure was out of this world. We slowly moved in our own rhythm. At first it was frantic and all over the place, but then we found balance and moved in harmony while I kissed her. I needed my lips on her to remind me this was real and she was there with me.
I felt the tingling of my back, and my balls felt like they were glued together. My orgasm was near. Tingling sensation in my spine was a familiar feeling.
My hand stroked her clit, and she cried out in my mouth on her second orgasm of the night. The tightening of her walls around me was too much to handle and I followed her on the bliss and, for the first time in my life, came inside someone else. It didn’t matter that I had a condom on, I could still feel her around me, feel her against my skin, against my hands and mouth.
It was amazing, the best feeling in the world.
She was amazing.
I wanted it to last forever.
For her to be mine forever.
She gave me the gift of her virginity and I gave her mine. I hoped it meant the start of something new.
The start of us.
Ryan
Annabella was driving me fucking crazy with that body of hers, and the damned minx knew it.
We were all playing pool and she made sure to lean down so that her ass was on display, or give me looks under her lashes, or brush over my hard-on—which she knew was there—every time she passed me by. I couldn’t concentrate on the game because of it, and wasn’t that what all the girls wanted?
It was a game we were having here. The girls had a competitive nature and wanted to see which team won, so we kind of took a bet that whoever lost owed the other one a wish. It was childish, but somehow everyone was up for this shit. I didn’t care either way, but it seemed like I was the only one distracted at our table. Drake and Jeremy were completely in the game, but then again, their women didn’t try to get their attention. If anything, there was a major ignoring contest going on.
“You know, guys, you suck,” Ariel stated, and I groaned inwardly because for some damned reason nothing made this girl shut her mouth. “I wonder if you’ll be sore losers. Hate those,” she said and looked at Sam, who chuckled. Ariel made another shot, a winning one at that.
Fuck, but the girl knew what she was doing.
“The game is still on and we are pretty much tied in scores. I wouldn’t be celebrating yet,” Jeremy replied grumpily, and took a sip of his beer. Although he tried to hide it, it wasn’t hard to miss his eyes watching Sam’s ass when she made a move to score a ball.
Well, glad it wasn’t only me after all.
“Whatever,” was her only reply, and then she groaned. “I want some good music!”
“What’s wrong with this one?” Since it was only us in the bar, Jane came up with the fair idea for all of us to put on a song one at a time, so that way everyone could enjoy the night.
It was Drake’s song playing in the background and he seemed offended.
“Dude, it’s rap.” Ariel wrinkled her nose.
“What’s wrong with that?” Drake’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s not a song.”
“It is,” he insisted.
“No, it’s not. It’s just a bunch of dudes saying words quickly. That isn’t singing, man.” Drake was ready to defend rap music till his last breath when suddenly Jane spoke up.
“Everyone is allowed to put on a song they like, Ariel. That’s why we came up with this solution.”
“Figures you’d take his side. And they say married couples don’t stick together.” She huffed and watched how my girl made a move for the ball.
“No one says that. And besides, we aren’t really married and I’m not defending anyone here.”
“Well, honey, we are, and I’m grateful for you sticking up for me. Thanks.” Drake smiled at her and winked. Making a frustrated sound, she spun around, not bothering to answer him, and that made him laugh.
Feelings or not, that girl had a thing for my brother, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Bella didn’t hit the ball and the girls booed her, but she just laughed and gave the stick to me, making sure she fucking brushed against me again. I was really reaching the end of my rope here, and I gave her a warning look, but she blew me a raspberry.
Un-fucking-believable, and I loved every second of it.
As I made the move to the ball, focusing all my attention on it, she suddenly turned around and there was no ball. Her heart-shaped ass was on full display for me, and when she leaned back against the table, fuck me, I’d had enough of this.
Without saying another word, I passed the stick to Jeremy, who was damned amused, as my hands snatch
ed Bella.
“Oh, come on,” Ariel started to protest, but I just raised my hand.
“Not another word from you.” She snapped her mouth shut, but I could see the smile in her eyes.
Whatever.
Bella made no protest when I moved her back to the storage room where we were alone and isolated. Her back pushed against the wall and, without waiting, my mouth attacked hers with full-on force. I took it deep and hot, our tongues seeking one another, dueling for dominance. Squeezing her ass earned me a moan. Then I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“You were driving me nuts on purpose,” I accused her, biting her lower lip, and she moaned again.
“Yes.” My hips pushed forward and raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the wall.
“You knew the consequences? Was that your plan all along, baby?” I bit her earlobe, then sucked on it to soothe her before whispering, “Did you want me to take you here, rough against the wall, where anybody could walk in on us at any minute? Where your friends are in the other room and probably know exactly what we’re doing?” Breathing heavily, she didn’t give me an answer. My erection pushed harder into her warmth as her hips moved forward.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and I barely heard it, but it was there. Sucking on her neck hard, I intentionally left my mark on her, and then let go of her hands to push her shirt up to reveal those breasts of hers. I licked and bit them through her bra while her hands tugged on my hair, scratching my skull, but who the fuck cared about that? I squeezed them hard and then pushed my hands inside her pants, feeling how damp she was for me.
“Look at you, all ready for me.” Unzipping her jeans, my hands removed them, along with her lacy black thong, that I made myself promise to explore when we got back home. Two fingers pushed inside her and she moaned. “So wet.” There wasn’t time for long foreplay and a lasting encounter. “I’ll give you more at home, okay?” She nodded as I opened my jeans and took myself out. Realization hit me then. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom with me.” No way was I taking her without one. I was clean and she was too, but there was still a risk of pregnancy, and we weren’t ready for that yet.
