First Timers Series: The Collection

by Cummings, Cici

  First Timers Series

  (The Collection)

  By

  Cici Cummings

  © 2014 by Cici Cummings

  Edited by Grace Dunwall

  This collection contains the stories of the First Timers Series.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion of it may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

  Warning: This book contains mature themes, strong or offensive language, and sexual situations. It is intended for mature audiences only.

  Book 1: School Night

  “Hey Louis!” Misha called out to her friend. They were just leaving calculus class, and Louis had already started down the hall. He spun around, searching for whose voice had called his name. Among the many bodies and heads he noticed the girl whose voice he heard. He stopped and waited for her to catch up.

  “Oh hey, Misha. What’s up?” She had long brown hair, glasses and an average figure. Not overweight, but not skinny either. Today she looked particularly pretty.

  They met three years ago at a party in high school. Although they didn’t know each other well, Louis and Misha eventually ended up attending at the same college. Their first class they recognized each other and their friendship instantly blossomed.

  There was only one problem: Misha had a crush on Louis, but he was in a long-term relationship. Not once had Louis ever been single.

  That all changed a month ago, when his girlfriend transferred to another college. Misha, interested more than ever, hoped she finally had her chance.

  As they walked down the hall, Misha struck up a conversation. “How do you feel about this final tomorrow?” Not only had they attended the same college, coincidentally, they also shared the same class.

  “Good. I’ve been studying all week. You feel good about it?” They had their end-of-semester calculus final the following morning.

  “Yeah, but I’m going to keep studying. Are you?”

  “Yeah, probably tonight.”

  “Want to study with me?” If they got together tonight, perhaps something would happen.

  “Sure. Want to meet at the library around six?”

  “Yeah, I’ll see you then!” Misha shot him a flirty look as she left. She wondered if he noticed.

  **

  At the library, Misha arrived first. There was a coffee shop on the first floor, computer labs on the second floor and study rooms on the top floor. With some time to spare, Misha bought two coffees. By the time she went back to wait for Louis in the lobby, he had arrived.

  “Hey, let’s go grab a study room,” said Misha, handing him his coffee. Any time alone with Louis was a good thing.

  “You got me a coffee? Thanks.” Did Louis realize this was all part of Misha’s master plan?

  “No problem,” replied Misha. She smiled at Louis, hoping he could see that her smile contained more than just happiness. Underneath was a sexual tension.

  Once in the study room, Misha set her backpack down. The room itself was cozy, with several lounge chairs and a small, circular table in the center. Misha plopped on a chair and Louis followed suit. Not content with the physical distance between them, Misha shifted her seat close to Louis.

  “Let’s get down to business,” said Louis.

  “Let’s,” Misha agreed.

  While they studied, Misha contemplated whether she should make a move and kiss Louis. What if he hadn’t fully recovered from his last relationship? What if he still wanted to be with her? What if he had no interest in Misha at all? All sorts of doubts cropped up in her mind.

  “So how do you feel a month out of the relationship?” asked Misha.

  “Pretty good. It’s hard at times, but overall I’m think I’m moving on.”

  It was exactly what Misha wanted to hear. If she could successfully invite him back to her dorm, she could act out her fantasy with Louis.

  Misha wanted nothing more than to try anal. Her last boyfriend has been against it, and she had never thought to try it prior to that. With Louis single, and her fantasy still not acted on, tonight seemed perfect for making everything come together. She just had to get him to go home with her.

  **

  After studying for a few hours, they wrapped up the session. As they left the study room, Misha struck up a conversation.

  “So, you mentioned Lucy and you broke up, but I never asked why?”

  “Oh yeah.” Louis looked down at his feet. “Lucy was awesome but she transferred to another college out of state. It sucks.”

  I’ll help you get over her, Misha thought. Instead, she said, “That does suck, sorry to hear that.” She took advantage of the momentary sadness to gently rub Louis’s back.

  By this point they were back in the lobby, getting ready to leave. Louis offered to walk Misha back to her dorm.

  “Thanks Louis. Do you plan on studying tomorrow?” Misha asked excitedly on the walk back. She wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

  “Yeah, probably around seven or eight in the morning.” Louis looked back at Misha, curious. “You want to study with me tomorrow?”

  “I’d love to. I need all the studying I can get.”

  “Great. I’ll text you tomorrow morning then,” said Louis. By this point they were approaching Misha’s dormitory.

  Standing outside, Misha looked at Louis. “Thanks for accompanying me.”

  She just wanted to kiss him so bad. It would only happen if she invited him over. It was now or never. “You should come up for a bit. My roommate is out for the night and I need a break from studying.”

  “Sure, why not?”

  “Great!” Misha responded with perhaps too much excitement.

  Louis opened the door for Misha. She continued over her shoulder: “We can grab food and watch a movie or something.”

  Misha signed Louis in at the front desk, saying hello to the security guard in the process. She filled out the sections for Visitor’s Name, and Time In, and wondered what would eventually be written in the Time Out section. Would he leave tonight? Tomorrow? A nervous-excited feeling filled her stomach.

  “You know, it feels really good to be single,” Louis said in the elevator on the way up.

  “Yeah? I can agree to that.” Misha smiled. She wanted him so bad. Three years of waiting; it was going to end tonight. In a few minutes she would finally have him all to herself.

  Misha unlocked the door and walked in, putting her backpack down on the kitchen counter. Louis sat on the couch and began to pull out his calculus textbook.

  “Don’t bother. I’m tired of studying.”

  “Did you have something else in mind?”

  Indeed she did.

  **

  “Let’s take a break,” said Misha. They had attempted to watch TV, but nothing decent was on.

  “There’s never anything good on anyway,” Louis said as he reached for the remote.

  She looked at him. He was so handsome. He had a bit of scruff that emphasized his masculine jawline. As he placed the remote controller back on the coffee table, she could see his triceps clearly. He was very toned, although not excessively so. She felt a rush of nervous energy shoot down the back of her neck and through her spine.

  “Now what?” Louis asked. There was an awkward moment between them, and it was filled with sexual tension. Misha gave a slight smirk, the time had come.

  “Come here,” she said. But before he
had time to think about what she meant, she pulled his face to her and put her lips to his. She pressed her lips down, feeling his soft lips, before biting his lower one. Blood rushed through her as the sexual energy increased. Her heart raced as his tongue slipped through her lips. Their tongues danced frenetically, building with the energy.

  As abruptly as it started, Louis pulled away. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  Nervously, Misha averted his eyes. Building up the courage to tell the truth, she said, “I really like you Louis. I’ve wanted you for a while now.” As soon as the words left her mouth she felt instant relief. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.

  Silence enveloped them as he processed it all.

  “What’re you thinking?” she asked after a while.

  “I didn’t know that’s how you feel about me,” Louis said, searching Misha’s eyes as if they held more information.

  “You were always with Lucy, so I didn’t want to tell you.”

  “Well, I’m not anymore.”

  “And that’s why I kissed you.” Looking back up at Louis, Misha searched for any sign of interest from him. What she found surprised her.

  “I’m glad you did.” He paused for an eternally long moment. Then, “I want more.”

  Those were the words of Misha’s dreams. Inside her excitement swelled.

  As they began kissing again, Louis placed his hand on her thigh, grabbing it firmly, but not too hard. Gradually, he moved it up her side, sending chills through her body. Finally, his felt her breast, squeezing firmly. His hand, massaging and caressing her, gave her a secure feeling. She could feel her legs grow warm and soon the area in between was starting to get wet.

  Misha paused for a moment. Another courageous moment came up, filled with nervous energy. She had to tell him. “Louis, I want you to fuck me.”

  “Don’t you think it’s a bit soon?”

  “Not at all.” Misha slowly exhaled, looked up at him and said, “It’s about three years past due.”

  He smiled. “Wow.” An awkward laugh followed, as if to break to the tension.

  After some very long seconds, Louis smiled and said: “Well, that can be arranged.” He pulled his shirt off and then instructed Misha to take hers off as well, before reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Misha obliged, wanting nothing more than to be naked with Louis. She caught herself letting a moan slip out.

  The kissing started again, this time intensifying. She was fully wet now, and wanted him inside her. Louis kissed her, his tongue masterfully moving. Still kissing, he managed to pull Misha’s pants down. They shifted positions so that she was lying on her couch with Louis above her. He placed his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, wetting them sufficiently, and then slowly pushed his hand down her pants. Her breathing only got louder, and by this time her panties were soaked. She was thoroughly turned on.

  Misha could feel Louis’s finger slowly slide in her. She gasped with euphoric sensations emanating in waves through her body. As his finger slid in and out, she could feel the pleasure increasing with each passing minute. He then slipped a second finger in, filling her up more. It was an intense feeling. One that she had longed for many nights.

  Misha moaned and pleaded with Louis, “Fuck me,” in between heavy, sexual breathing. Louis, in between passionate kissing, replied: “Not yet.”

  “I want you inside me,” Misha whimpered. Louis pulled his fingers out slowly, and then said, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

  With a heavy sigh Misha agreed. She wanted Louis more than ever. They relocated to the bedroom, leaving articles of clothing strewn about the living room. Both were in full swing, ready to release all the tension that had built up. Misha’s heart was pounding, her legs weak. Louis was shirtless, and fully erect. She could see his erection through his jeans. She figured he was quite large.

  They entered the bedroom and Louis playfully pushed Misha onto her bed. His sense of control aroused her even more. Tonight would be the night after all. She had to tell him about her fantasy, her desire to try anal. It had to happen, and it had to be with Louis.

  She stopped momentarily and took a deep breath. So far, their entire night had been nervous excitement and thick sexual tension. “Louis, can I tell you something?”

  Puzzled, he agreed.

  “This might be a lot to tell you, but I want to try anal. I’ve been fantasizing about it for years, but never tried it.”

  “Really?” asked Louis. She looked at him, trying to figure out if he was excited or confused.

  “Yes, it’s all I want. Just fuck me in the ass.” Misha was fully desperate for his penis. Louis seemed surprised, but soon enough he responded.

  He pulled her pants off, and then her underwear. “Okay then. Get on your hands and knees.”

  She moaned and did as she was told. She could hear him unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down. God, her dreams were coming true. Had it really been this easy?

  **

  Just then, they heard the door open in the other room. They both froze.

  “Who’s that?” whispered Louis. Misha shook her head in confusion.

  “Fuck!” whispered Misha. “My clothes are in the living room!”

  From her bedroom they could hear voices.

  “I’ll just be a minute babe,” said a female voice. Who was that?

  Oh fuck, it was her roommate Liz, talking to her boyfriend. What the hell was she doing home?

  “Louis, she’s supposed to be gone for the night!” They could only whisper for fear of her roommate hearing. As quietly as he could, Louis pulled his pants back on.

  The roommate spoke up again, “Misha? Are you here?”

  Fuck. Misha quickly got dressed, motioned for Louis to hide somewhere, and then opened the door.

  Flustered, with her head spinning from euphoria, she could barely get the words out. “Hey Liz.”

  “What are you doing in there?” Liz asked teasingly. She held up Misha’s shirt and bra. “Having fun?”

  With one hand rubbing her forehead, Misha replied. “Not while you’re here! What are you doing? I thought you were staying at Ben’s?”

  “I am. I forgot my medication, so we ran over real quick. Don’t worry, I’m leaving now so I’ll be out of your way!”

  Misha smiled, knowing she was caught. “Have fun with Ben tonight.”

  “Oh I will. See ya!”

  And with that, Misha hurried back to her bedroom.

  **

  “Is she gone?”

  “Yeah, now where were we?” Misha desperately wanted Louis again.

  Louis smiled and said, “I think I remember. Come here.”

  Misha stood in front of Louis while he pulled her shirt off. He began to feel her breasts as she unzipped his jeans.

  “There’s something I want to do before we try anal.”

  Louis looked puzzled. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yup.” Stripping off the rest of her clothing, Misha dropped to her knees and pulled Louis’s jeans and boxers down, stroking his penis.

  “Oh.” Louis let out a very sexy, almost involuntary groan as Misha placed his cock in her mouth. She licked the head, and slowly pushed more of it in her mouth. She went down as far as she could go, using one hand to push it in further while the other massaged his balls. Gagging on him, she moved her head back and forth, stroking him with her hand too.

  She was elated. She had wanted Louis for three years, and now she was getting all of him. And there was more of him than she had expected! He had to be at least seven inches, or maybe more, she couldn’t tell.

  She felt his head swell in her mouth, and in her hand she could feel the veins pulsing in his shaft. All of it made her wet. She took one hand and started rubbing herself.

  As momentum continued to build and Misha came close to climaxing, she stopped. “I want you to fuck me now.”

  Misha climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. She watched as Louis delicately but impatiently put on a condom. He climbed on top of he
r and rubbed his penis over Misha’s clit. It made her eyes shut.

  “Just put it in!” She could bear no more. She wanted him now! He slowly inserted himself.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped out loud. He was much bigger than she had guessed. It was almost painful, but he penetrated slowly. First the head, fully swollen and throbbing. As he inserted more, she moaned, unable to control herself. He was taking up every bit of space she had to offer, occupying her fully.

  “Careful,” she warned. Louis was big and she had to adjust to him.

  Once mostly in, he carefully thrust back and forth, and with each thrust Misha could feel orgasmic pleasure splash over her body. It was heaven.

  His rhythmic thrusting brought her close to climax again, and so she stopped him and switched over to her hands and knees. Louis inserted himself again.

  He went so deep in her. She hadn’t had sex like this in years. Not this good. He was experienced and knew how to work her. As he rocked back and forth with hands on her hips, she arched her back, ass in the air, taking as much of him as she could fit.

  He brought her even closer by positioning his hand on her clit and softly rubbing.

  Her arms collapsed and she buried her face in a pillow. It was too much, pure ecstasy. By this point Misha had no control over the sounds she made, and she was moaning regularly.

  Before she could ask, Louis gently pulled out and ever so slowly tried to push into her ass.

  “Oh fuck, go slow!” Misha cried. It was bordering too much to handle, but she let him push anyway.

  Louis delicately spread her ass cheeks and pushed his head in her. She made a yelping noise into the pillow. It was all so much to take, literally and figuratively.

  “Oh God, Louis!” she said loudly into the pillow. Even though only his head was inside her, it felt huge. It stung, but also felt amazing.

  As he attempted to insert more of himself in her, a faint repetitive buzzing started, followed immediately by a muffled song.