by Mia Ford
Good girls didn't hang out with guys like him – especially when those guys don't even look twice at them until they were in a short skirt and showing off some cleavage. There was only one thing Reese wanted from me – I was inexperienced but not naive. I knew exactly what would happen if we got together.
“Sure,” I said, feeling a smile on my own face. “That sounds nice.”
“Yeah, that sounds real nice,” he said, stepping in just a little bit closer, close enough that I could feel his breath against my face and see those brown eyes boring into mine. “Meet me here at closing. We can head over to my place.”
“Alright,” I said, feeling like my heart might explode in my chest. I was doing this. I was going over to Reese's house to hook up. After all that time spent mooning over him – not to mention touching myself thinking about him – this was really happening. “See you then.”
As I turned to walk away, I felt his gaze upon me, staring at my ass as I walked. I swished it, just a bit extra for him. Giving him a little show. Of course, I nearly fell in my high heels, so I had to grab onto the nearest bar stool for support and pray he didn't see it.
I told my friends I'd met someone – an old friend. He was an old friend – sort of. If you really stretched the definition of friendship, anyway. I told them I was going to hang out with him for a while and that they should just go on back to the house without me.
Allie was shitfaced and had no idea what was happening. Lauren couldn't care less. She waved at me as they climbed into their Uber, but that was it. That was the last I saw of them before I headed back inside. The place was emptying out as security tried to usher the remaining people from the premises. There were a few drunk couples still getting handsy with one another and a few drunk guys that tried to get me to dance with them, but I was on a mission.
I walked over to the DJ booth as Reese was packing up. It was late and I was tired, but there I was, walking up to Reese as we'd discussed.
“You ready, beautiful?” he said.
“Yeah, just one thing –”
Reese raised an eyebrow, but waited for my response.
“Don't tell my brother you saw me.”
“Ah hell no,” Reese said with a laugh. “No way would I tell your brother anything. As far as he knows, I've never seen you outside the times we've been at your house together. And this Maya – this sexier version I never knew existed – will remain a secret too.”
I smiled. “Good. My family doesn't need to know about this.”
“Your secret is safe with me, baby,” he said.
His voice was as smooth as chocolate and it dripped with sensuality. It was as if he knew he held me rapt in some magic spell. He probably did – or at least knew how to seduce a woman and was very good at it. There was no way I was his first.
Reese leaned in and kissed me, as he ran his hands through my long hair. He held my face and kissed me the way I'd always wanted him to kiss me. Then his hands moved down, over my body and for a moment, I feared we might not make it back to his place.
But Reese pulled away, leaving my mouth and my body yearning for more. I whimpered as he pulled away, my eyes wide as I stared at him, wanting him with every inch of my body.
“We should get going,” he said.
He took my hand in his, and together, we walked out of the club – which was pretty much empty, except for a few employees cleaning up the mess that had been left behind. No one even noticed as the two of us walked out of the club together. I was probably not the first woman Reese escorted out of the club after work. And hell, I probably wouldn't be the last. But it didn't matter. I was getting my wish. My one desire.
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Reese lived down the street from the club, right in the heart of downtown Chicago. The part of town my parents told me to avoid, of course. But what did they know? I was a big girl now. Besides, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them in the least.
We walked into his building – which was situated above a liquor store, tucked away upstairs.
“Sorry, no elevator. Old building,” he said as we started up the stairs, “But I'm only on the 2nd floor.”
“That's fine,” I said, cursing my heels and wishing I had worn more suitable shoes. After a long night at the club, my feet were begging for sweet relief.
We reached his apartment door on the second floor and Reese unlocked it. Apartment 207. For some reason, I'd always wondered where he lived and had sometimes imagined what it would look like. I knew he didn't live like my family did – in a nice, two story house in the suburbs – but I always wondered what his life might be like. Part of my interest in Reese was that he was so different than me. I'd never met someone like him before. All of the guys I went to school with were preppy and well-off, living in houses that resembled my own. We were all very much the same, living the same cookie cutter existences – but Reese was different.
I think that's what caught Luke's attention too. My brother so badly wanted to be someone else, to not be the loser in a family of winners. Reese offered him that, but little did Luke know, Reese was still the better person. Because in the end, Reese could hold down a job and lived relatively well for someone on his own in the city. Unlike my brother, Reese wasn't relying on somebody else to buy his toilet paper for him.
Reese's apartment wasn't what I expected, though. I guessed that I'd sort of figured flashy car and the expensive shoes meant he was well-off. But he lived in a studio apartment that was a little beat up and run down. There was a futon folded down into a bed already against one wall, a 52-inch flat screen tv hanging on the wall opposite the bed. And there was an Xbox hooked up beneath it. He had expensive electronics, but everything else seemed to be somewhat lacking.
Perhaps it was less about not having the money, however, and more about where his priorities were at.
“Want something to drink?” he asked, opening up the fridge. He pulled out a beer and offered it to me.
“Uhh no thanks,” I said. “Just some water, please.”
Reese reached over his head into the cabinet above the fridge and pulled out a plastic cup that said Bernie's Burgers on it. He handed it to me and I just stared at him blankly.
“Oh, sorry, I don't have any ice or anything,” he mumbled.
“Oh, okay.”
I walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap, filling up the cup. My hands were shaking to the point that I was slopping water out of the cup – I just didn't exactly know why they were shaking so badly.
“You know, maybe I'll take a beer instead,” I said, biting my lip.
Deep down, I was hoping the beer might calm my nerves a bit – or just numb them altogether. I needed to loosen up. I came to Reese's knowing what was likely going to happen, and yet, there I was – terrified. I needed to chill out, relax a bit. Maybe a beer would do the trick, even if I hated the taste.
“Here ya go, beautiful,” he said, handing me the beer.
I put the cup in the sink, and Reese took my hand again, this time leading me into the room that served as his living room and bedroom. He smiled at me – that boyish smile that often caused me to go weak in the knees.
He gave me an enigmatic, but still somehow salacious smiled. “Come over here, sexy.”
Not like I was going anywhere. Not now, anyway. I followed him over to his futon, which was actually really comfortable once we sat down upon it. It was softer and fluffier than I imagined it to be. And the view from his bed was of the city street – which was alive and full of people and cars. Even at that hour. It was nice, actually. Not what I was used to, but it was nice.
The shaking in my hands stopped long enough for me to take a drink from the bottle of beer. I tried very hard to hide my disgust as I swallowed the beer down. Reese laughed and took the bottle from my hands.
“Not your cup of tea, huh, baby?”
“Not really,” I said, trying not to blush.
“That's fine,” he said. His hand moved from my hand, up my arm and he started s
troking my shoulder as he leaned forward, his delicious lips inches from my own. “We don't need to do much drinking anyway.”
His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. He kissed me long and hard. It was dizzying and full of passion. His tongue danced with mine, sending me my head spinning. This wasn't real. I wasn't actually about to have sex with a man I'd fantasized about for so long – was I? It was all a dream. Had to be. Just another fantasy, right?
Except, in my fantasies, we were never in a crappy studio apartment on a futon. We were somewhere more romantic, somewhere more luxurious than that. No, the fact that we were in that crappy studio, on that futon meant it had to be real. And the realness of the moment hit me hard, making me pull away, just to gasp for air and get my bearings again.
“What's wrong?” Reese asked, staring deep into my eyes. “You okay?”
“Nothing,” I muttered. “I'm just – well –”
I wasn't sure if telling him I was a virgin would be a good or a bad thing. I mean, I didn't want to scare him off. But if we did end up having sex, he was going to find out.
So, I lied, kind of. Split the truth down the middle. “I'm just not very experienced, that's all.”
Reese pushed my hair back from my face and smiled at me, his dark eyes taking me in like I was the most delicious feast a hungry man had ever sat down to. I could get lost in those eyes – something I always did when I was a stupid girl back home. It often led to awkward moments where I just stared at him, unable to articulate anything at all. But there, in that moment, I could stare all I wanted and it was delightful.
“But,” I continued, talking a little bit faster than normal, just to make sure I didn't ruin the moment, “I want this. I still want to do this.”
Reese looked worried for a second, and I thought perhaps I'd ruined everything after all. I was kicking myself mentally until he finally spoke.
“That's fine and all,” he said. “I just want you to know I'm not looking for anything serious, you know?”
“Oh no,” I said, eyes wide. “I have no preconceived notions about what this means, Reese. I'm not looking for a boyfriend either. I've got a lot going on. And I'll be heading off to medical school in a few years – I don't want to be tied down like that.”
An expression of relief flooded his face. “Good, because I didn't want to lead you on or anything. I wouldn't do you like that,” he said. “I'm actually leaving Chicago in a few weeks, heading off to Los Angeles for a new club gig and this could be huge for me. Could be my big break.”
“Oh wow, yeah, that's awesome,” I said. “And you don't have to worry about anything. I'm not naive or anything. Whatever happens tonight is just for tonight.”
That seemed to please Reese very much, as he said no more and that hunger returned to his eyes. He merely leaned in and started kissing me again as he pushed me onto my back. His hands moved under my shirt and teased my nipple, causing me to shudder as he kissed my neck. I gripped his shoulders as a fire ignited between my thighs.
My hands were in his hair, pulling him toward me. I had no idea what to do with myself, and Reese seemed content to do most of the work – so I let him. His hand moved from my breasts to somewhere much lower. I gasped as his hands moved under my skirt and up my thighs. As he came closer to my most intimate parts, I felt my nerves take hold of me once more, and I felt myself starting to freak out. But this time, I managed to keep it under control and to myself.
Oh, my God, this is really happening.
As Reese slipped a finger past my panties and slid it inside of me, I moved my hips upward, surprised at the sudden sensation that flooded my body. I'd touched myself countless times, but this was the first time someone else had touched me – it felt weird and wonderful all at the same time.
His finger moved in and out of me, slowly and rhythmically, as he kissed me.
“Nice and tight, just like I thought you'd be,” he murmured in my ear.
I whimpered as he pushed not one, but two fingers inside of me. Slowly and deeply. My eyes grew wide as he fingered me, preparing me for what was to come. I was ready, mentally, but I knew my body needed to relax – if it didn't, it was going to hurt. And I didn't want it to hurt. I didn't want Reese realizing I was a virgin, not if I could help it. That would just make it seem even more awkward.
Reese started removing his pants, and I watched as they fell to the floor, exposing himself to me – something I'd only imagined for so long. As I took him all in, I felt like my eyes might pop out of my head as I stared at him, naked, for the first time.
Most women I'd heard talking might consider him average – maybe slightly above average. I had nothing to compare it to, but the idea of taking that inside of me shook me up, just a bit. He was larger than my toys, larger than anything I'd put inside of me before. And as I stared at him, I knew it was going to take some getting used to.
Reese fell on top of me, pressing himself against me. I felt how hard he was as he pressed against me, pressed against my opening just beyond my panties. He wasn't even going to remove my clothing, I realized. So, I decided to help him out a bit. I sat up as best I could with him pressing me down me and lifted the see-through shirt over my head, exposing the black bra underneath. Reese gave me a coy smile as he reached behind my back and unlatched it, like a pro, letting it fall to the bed softly.
He stared at my breasts for a moment before taking my nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently. I writhed against him, taken by surprise at the pleasure coursing through my body as he licked and sucked on my nipple. Never before had I played with my nipples, so I had no idea they were so sensitive, but as he sucked on it, I felt myself growing wetter and more turned on by the second.
Reese spread my thighs with his hand and I felt him pressing against me. His erection was pushed against my panties – the only thing separating him from me. And with one sudden movement, he pulled my panties down, removing them, but leaving my skirt on, but then pushed it up over my hips.
I was pretty much naked for him to see now. And judging by the way his gaze fell upon me and the light of lust burning bright in his eyes, I knew he enjoyed the view.
“Mmm, I never knew you had such a tight little body underneath your frilly dresses, Maya,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.
I was too focused on his cock; I couldn't even respond. I was mentally preparing myself for what was to come next – taking him inside of me. The mere thought of it scared me, but drove me wild at the same time. And as if acting of its own volition, my body thrust upward, trying to close the distance and take him into me.
Reese kissed me as he slipped the tip of his cock inside of me, spreading me open bit by bit. I grabbed onto him, eyes wide, as the sensation of him entering me took over. It hurt, yes, but there was more to it than that. The feeling of him being inside of me, even just a little bit, was amazing. My heart was thundering in my chest, the fire between my thighs burned hotter than ever before, and I could feel how absolutely wet and slick I'd become. I stared into those dark eyes as he thrust deeper into me, spreading me open wider than ever before. I'd never been stretched like that before, and it was all so surreal, yet so wonderful at the same time.
I whimpered, just a bit, as he thrust the rest of his stiff cock inside of me. Reese seemed to think it was a sign of pleasure as he filled me up with his cock, and made sure to go even deeper, ripping me open with one final push. I screamed this time – it was a scream of both pleasure and pain as I took every inch of him deep inside of me.
Reese groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “So fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
Slowly, our bodies started moving in rhythm together as Reese started fucking me. He was gentle, for the most part, as he moved in and out of me, kissing me as he thrust in and pulled out, moving slowly at first, only gradually speeding up.
I was having sex, I thought to myself. I was actually having sex with Reese. It was just like I'd always fanta
sized about – well, almost, anyway. It was surreal. I was really there beneath him. He was really inside of me. And the look on his face was one of pure bliss as he ravished my body, pumping his thick cock into me again and again, harder and faster, drawing screams and moans out of me.
The expression on his face as he stared d down at me while fucking me was a look I'd never forget. With our foreheads pressed together, staring deeply into one another's eyes, he looked as if he finally saw me as someone other than Luke's annoying little sister. I was a woman – a sexy woman at that.
As my body got used to the sensations that rocked me, I started moving in time with him – meeting his thrusts with my own, allowing him to go even deeper inside of me. My nails were buried in his back, drawing a hiss from him as I held on for dear life while he pumped his cock into my hard and fast...
I didn't expect to orgasm, not my first time, but the sensation built up in my body. I could feel it coming on, the pleasure washing over me, and I knew from all that time I'd spent masturbating what an orgasm would be like. Or so I thought.
But as I came, my body shuddered wildly, making me feel like I was completely out of control of myself. I screamed in pleasure – this was nothing at all what it felt like when I took care of myself. It was so much better. My every nerve ending felt like it was on fire and like I had electricity coursing through my veins. Reese smiled as he watched while I writhed underneath him, continuing to move in and out of my tight little hole with the precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
I felt my pussy tighten up around his cock, spasming around it, and Reese's eyes grew wide. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as he buried himself deep inside of me in one long, hard thrust. I felt his cock pulsating and I wondered if this was what it felt like to have a man come inside of you. His breathing was ragged and the sounds coming from his throat were of desperation and need, and I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and just stayed there, deep inside and pulsating inside of my tight, wet, little pussy. I felt a warm wetness inside of me that I knew wasn't from me – it had to be Reese's seed pumping into me.
