Good thing I’ve gotten close to my dorm mates because I need advice to get Kane to see me, see me like a woman. I’ve called a mandatory meeting, of what I now am referring to as Tainting My Virtue Meeting. I’m certain my friends are better acquainted with arousing a guy's sexual mojo than I am. I can’t go to Bailey and Lizzie with this because they’d freak the hell out. Then Clay and Cash would know and who knows what would happen then.
“What’s up, girl? What do you need help with?” Noelle asks as she breezes through our bedroom door.
Noelle has the best fashion sense, always looking like she stepped off a runway. With the voice of an angel, body of a supermodel, and the luck of every single thing she wears looking great on her, she’s never without a date. My friend has the “it” factor and I want lessons.
“I need tips on getting a guy to see me as more than a friend,” I tell her. “But let’s wait until everyone else gets here though before we start.”
“The whole group? Sandy and Piper are just next door. Do you want me to get them?”
“We’re waiting on a couple of more people, too.” I hope that I’m not making a mistake by inviting guys to the meeting. “Keith and Corbin are coming, too. My thinking is if I want hard-core information, I need guys for that. Being a virgin, I need all of the confidence I can get.”
Sandy comes in with Corbin, Keith, and Piper.
“Wow. You’ve just blown my mind. I can’t believe you want these guys to tell you how to get your cherry popped.” Noelle’s eyes go wide, and a flush creeps across her face.
My face turns into a flaming inferno, and I bow my head as I swallow the lump in my throat. I guess now that Noelle’s outed me, I should feel relieved that I don’t have to skirt the topic. “I wasn’t planning on broadcasting that, Noelle, but now that it’s hanging in the air…” I rub my eye.
Looking over at the newly arrived guests, I see they heard every word. Sandy’s mouth is open wide, and I swear her eyes are even bigger. Corbin is covering his mouth with one hand, holding back a laugh, and Keith has gripped the side of his head, covering his ears. Piper simply stands there, shaking her head slowly.
“Do we need to give you girls a minute or two? Do you wish to continue a private conversation?” Keith says, offering a smile.
“Fuck that, I’m staying! I want to hear every detail of this.” Corbin slaps Keith on the back while he barks with laughter.
“Corbin! Be nice.” Sandy slaps the back of his head.
“I like it when you get aggressive, you know that.” Corbin pulls Sandy to him, holding her there.
“Um, do we need to give you two a few minutes?” Piper says, lifting her eyebrows.
Everyone laughs and takes a seat on the floor or one of our beds.
“That’s all it takes I hear,” Noelle says, laughing.
We all get tickled, everyone but Corbin.
“What did you tell them? I told you that was the first time that has ever happened.” He leans back from Sandy, narrowing his eyes.
“I didn’t tell them anything, you just did, dummy,” Sandy barely gets out between bursts of laughter.
“Fuck!” Corbin says, letting out a long breath. “Yeah, go ahead and laugh, but I wouldn’t laugh too hard, you know what they say about karma. I have her on speed dial.”
“Okay, anyone need something to drink?” I open up the mini fridge to reveal the choices I have to offer. I grab some sodas for the guys and pass them out.
“So you want someone to pop your cherry? Is that what this little meeting is about?” Corbin pops the top on his soda. “Sorry, babe, I can’t help you with that, but I may know someone willing to take good care of you.”
Sandy rolls her eyes, “Oakley, what kind of help are you wanting?”
“Corbin, if I’d known you were going to act like this, you wouldn’t have been invited.” I let out a long breath. “As you guys know, I broke up with Quinn two weeks ago.” I look around and they all nod in acknowledgement. “I’m seeing someone else and I’m ready to uh, well, um…” I’m not sure what words I want to use, but it won’t be “pop” or “cherry.” “I’m ready to take things to a more mature, intimate level. He doesn’t seem to see me like a possible, uh, bedmate and I want to know how to change his way of thinking.”
“Who’s the lucky guy? Kane? If he can’t see you for the beautiful woman you are, then maybe he’s not worth your time.” Keith lifts his chin.
“Girl, you just have to go in confident, show him you’re a woman who knows what she wants,” Noelle tells me with a sassy headshake. “Act like you own it, wear some sexy lingerie and strip. Guys love shit like that. Am I right, guys?”
“Hell yeah, any guy in his right mind would be jumping all in that pussy,” Corbin says to me then adds, looking over at Sandy, “Ya know, if he’s not involved already with someone that rocks his nuts off.”
I choose to ignore Corbin and his obnoxious comments.
“I agree with Noelle.” Piper leans over, reaching for a bag of chips. “You need to entice him. Sometimes, you have to be blunt and to the point. Tell them exactly what you want, and if that doesn’t work, get the hell out of there.”
“He’s probably just a loser, Oakley. Don’t waste any more time even considering giving this asshole a chance.” Keith sticks his hands out for some of the chips.
“Just give him head, he’ll be putty in your hands,” Corbin says.
Keith draws in a slow steady breath. “Don’t you have football practice or need to go lift weights or something, Corbin?”
“All I’m sayin’ is, there isn’t a guy out there gonna say no to a girl wanting to slob his knob.” Corbin looks around, stuffs a few chips in his mouth, and asks, “Do ya got any dip to go with these chips?”
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin to give…” I sigh loudly.
“Let’s go get ice cream cones and I can show you some pointers,” Piper says.
“You don’t use ice cream, you need bananas,” Noelle says, shaking her head.
“Shit, y’all should charge admission for this kind of meeting.”
“Corbin!” Sandy yells at him.
“I’d pay money to watch y’all licking on ice cream cones, but why don’t you watch some porn?” Corbin asks.
“That’s not very realistic is it?” I ask.
“No,” the girls all say together.
“You have to admit that it would be fun.”
“Corbin, you are impossible.” Piper throws a chip at him.
“Hey, I’m trying to help Oakley.”
“If you really wanted to help her, you would tell her to find someone who already knows that she’s a beautiful, desirable woman,” Keith tells him.
“I’m not looking for someone else, I love Kane, and he’s been here for me. I can always count on him for anything.” I let out a sigh, “ Ice cream sounds good, but I’m not going to eat it around Corbin, that’d be too weird.”
15
Kane
Friday Night
It’s been raining all day. I picked Oakley up after I visited Deb because she wanted to just hang out here at the house the rest of the day. She packed a bag and informed me she was staying the night. Not a good idea in my opinion because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself this time. But I can’t tell her no. My girl has a mind of her own and when she’s determined, there’s not much I can do to change it.
“Dinner was delicious, Kane. What else do you have planned for our home date?” Oakley smiles over at me. She’s been so happy today.
“I thought we would watch some movies under the blankets. I could give you a nice long back rub then we can go to bed where I hold you tight all night long.” She’ll be sleeping in my arms again. I swear there can’t be anything better than having my girl right here with me.
“That sounds almost perfect.” She rises up on her toes to kiss me.
This time, she’s in my bed not as a friend in need of someone to hold her but as mine to hol
d. Sleeping with her will be painful, but worth every minute. I love having her in my arms, breathing her in. I know this is barely scratching the surface of what she’s wanting, but I have to take things slow because everything is still new—at least in that “We’re a couple now” new. Besides, I want to savor everything as I introduce new things to her.
Oakley has on a tank top and the boxers of mine that she has claimed as her own. She’s standing at the foot of the bed watching me. I want her to be relaxed in my bed, like she can just jump in and make herself comfortable.
I flip the light switch, making the room go dark. The moonlight is shining through the window just bright enough to cast shadows around the room. It illuminates her skin with a milky glow. Oakley walks around to her side of the bed and turns on the bedside lamp.
Her eyes do a slow burn up and down my torso before landing right back on my own. She reaches down for the edge of her tank top and ever so slowly inches it up. I see her navel and the sexy curve of her waist. She pauses for a moment, looking me in the eye before lifting it over her head.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Fuck me. Here stands my girl in the hottest lacy black bra that has ever been made.
She drops the tank top she’s been holding throughout my perusal and waits. Is she waiting for me to make a move? I’ve wanted to ease her into the physical part of our relationship, but she’s been fighting me at every step. I only have so much restraint and she is obliterating it. She lifts her hands and lightly strokes a path I want to follow with my hands and mouth, down her neck, across her lace covered breasts to the waistband of her purloined boxers. Oakley runs her fingers along the top of the elastic band then inch by inch, pushes on the boxers to reveal a matching black lace thong and skin I’ve never been witness to before. Achingly slow, she pushes the boxers off her beautiful body, and I feel the tightening of my groin. She kneels on the side of the bed, staring into my eyes like she is looking into my soul, reading my every thought.
I climb on the bed still in my jeans and t-shirt, and my dick, which has come to life seeing Oakley this unclothed, lets me know that he doesn’t appreciate this move. He’s just going to have to understand that we are going to take this slow and he might not be getting any relief tonight. He twitches in protest. Oakley lets out a little sigh and she lays down, facing my way.
I slide over next to her. I’ve always prided myself on always being able to keep control, but Oakley is constantly pushing my boundaries. She makes me want more, makes me think I can have more. She blows me away, makes me for the first time want to bear my soul.
Lying next to her, wanting her with every breath I take, not allowing myself that privilege yet is pure agony but at the same time such sweet bliss. She plasters herself to my side and I have my arm wrapped around her as I lay here staring at the ceiling. She feels good here, attached to my body, I like her here. This is my very soul, my truth. She is what I need to heal myself. Just her being by my side completes something in me.
Oakley clears her throat. “Can you take your shirt off, Kane? I want to lay my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat.” She looks at me. “Is it beating as fast as mine?” Oakley asks, her eyelids heavy, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “And take off your pants, no one sleeps in jeans.”
I swallow hard.
Is my heart beating fast, she asks…yeah it's beating like a mother fuck'n freight train. "Sure." I want to feel her skin on mine anyway.
I’m in trouble. So much trouble.
I know it as well as I know my own name.
I sit up, sliding my shirt up my torso bit by bit.
Oakley watches as my hands rise.
I’m watching her. She must feel me staring because her gaze shifts up to mine.
I remove my t-shirt, breaking eye contact only so I can slip it over my head. I hold the shirt out then let it drop to the floor. It’s so quiet that I swear I hear it hit the carpet.
Lying back on the bed, I raise my ass up, slipping off my jeans. After I toss them to the floor, I lift the arm that is closest to her, inviting her into my inner circle. The place I hold at a distance from everyone but her.
Still holding my gaze, she wets her lips. Oakley moves in a little closer, pulling her hair to the opposite side as she lays back down, placing her head on my chest.
I can feel her skin on mine just like I’ve imagined many times. Her cheek and a hand are all that are touching me, but her heat burns my skin, and I’ll have third degree burns or go up in flames entirely, if I were to feel her whole body bare against mine. She is like a drug, the only one I’m on and I’m thoroughly addicted. The one that is forbidden, but I desire so much. The only thing in this world I want is to be with her. To be inside of her, but I don’t want to rush things. She deserves so much more than that.
“I can hear your heart, Kane. It’s talking to me.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s it saying, thump thump?” I laugh awkwardly.
“No, it’s saying it thinks it loves me, too,” she whispers. Rising on her elbow, her lips meet mine in a firm kiss. She slides her perfect little tongue nervously across my lips.
I’m past the point of trouble.
I’m at the point of no return.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “I do love you, Oakley. I have for some time now. I just didn’t believe it would be a good idea that I act on that feeling. I don’t think I can explain to you exactly how much I want you,” I say, making one more last ditch effort to remain in control but nonetheless feel my resolve slipping away.
“Then show me,” Oakley says in a low sexy voice as she sits up and removes her bra. Her perky little breasts are plump and supple, standing firm as her nipples harden into tiny pebbles.
If I wasn’t already hard enough just laying here beside her, that right there put me on full alert—moved me to hammer nails hard. I reach up and cup one in my hand, feeling its firmness. I pull her down to me and flip us over then rise up on an elbow to get a better view. My eyes can’t get enough of her. She’s utterly perfect in every way, shape, and form. I take my index finger and trace around her areola, causing her to suck in a sharp breath then moan lightly.
I love that I made her do that with barely a touch. Fuck, she’s sensitive.
I take the opportunity this position grants me to kiss her for the first time. To really kiss her, letting her know that she’s my woman and no one else’s. That’s what I’m about to do, make her my woman. I’m already going to hell, anyway, might as well make the best of it.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart.” I bow my head and lay a feather light kiss on the erect tip of her tit, before I slowly flick my tongue back and forth against her nipple. Enjoying my taste of her, I gently suck on the tip, before delicately kissing it once more.
Oakley arches her back off the bed. “Kane, mmm.” My name is a moan on her lips and I become impossibly harder. She reaches out and runs her fingers through my hair.
I run my hands gradually down her smooth stomach to where she has on that thin strip of lace. I slowly slide down her body until I can lick around and inside her belly button. Oakley was meant to be worshipped and loved on every inch of her body. It’s a masterpiece, a treat for the eyes. I caress her hipbone, finding a sensitive spot and she hums. I stroke over the lace of her panties, using the side of one finger.
Oakley’s hips quiver, and she bites down on her bottom lip. “Mmm, you’re making me feel good.”
Oh, she’s going to make it hard for me to be a good guy. I can feel how warm and how wet she is through the triangle of fabric. I want to slip my fingers inside her, so I can put them in my mouth and suck off her juices.
Oakley is breathing heavy, making little incomprehensible noises.
This will have to go painstakingly slow because I know my girl is a virgin. We need to work up to actual intercourse, but she is worth the wait. As I’m dragging the final piece of clothing down her incredibly toned legs, I see her glorious pussy for the first time. I run my hand s
oftly over her mound. Oh, the things I long to do to her. I glance up to meet her eyes, but they are closed tight. I can tell, regardless of all her bravado, that she isn’t ready for more yet, so I slide back up her body and settle myself at her side. I run my thumb across her cheek to soothe her, and the wrinkles in her forehead soften. I slide my hand back down her body and press my finger gently between her lower lips, gathering the liquid proof of her desire before twirling it around her clit.
Oakley gasps as her hips rise to increase the pressure, and her legs shake.
I trace my finger down to her opening, following the curvature over and over, playing on the edge of her passage, barely dipping the tip of my finger inside her.
She bucks her hips, making my finger go deeper than I intended this first time, allowing me to feel the proof of her virginity. Now that it’s happened, I go ahead and slowly massage her from her opening to her barrier.
In. Out. In. Out.
Oakley continues to thrust her hips and grasp my hair.
She will be the death of me. I’ve got to stop this now.
“Ahh!” Oakley opens her eyes, looking straight at me.
I put my finger in my mouth because I can’t resist tasting her. Damn, her taste just makes me want more. What I really want to do is tongue fuck her and feel her tight little cunt squeeze it as I make her come. This will suffice, for now. It pains me to stop but this is enough for tonight. All I want to do is lay with her and feel her skin touching mine. It’ll be the most pleasurable torture I’ve ever put myself through. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer.
“Uh, Kane?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Did I not taste good or something?” Oakley whispers.
“Oh, Oakley, you taste so sweet and you feel so good in my arms. You don’t know what you do to me.” I pull her in tighter to me.
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