by Shaw Hart
When we talked about high school one night, he told me that he was a bit of a nerd when he was younger. He showed me a picture of himself and I had melted when I saw a skinny, younger, version of Arlo. His hair was longer, shaggy, but his eyes were still the same shade of blue. He had seemed surprised that I thought he was cute back then but I don’t know how anyone could have thought that he wasn’t adorable back then.
He told me that girls didn’t seem to notice him before his senior year, when he had started working out and filled out. I’ve seen the weights in his apartment so I know that he still works out. Arlo said that he wasn’t interested in any of the girls in high school who started flirting with him after he started working out. He said that he just couldn’t forget how they had treated him before he changed. He was still the same computer nerd as always, so he knew that they were just interested in his new look.
I think it’s incredible what Arlo can do with computers. I’m clueless when it comes to them, except for the basic programs but Arlo can work everything. He tried to tell me about writing code but most of it went over my head. He can write programs and apps and codes with ease though. He already has an awesome job that clearly pays well because his apartment and car are sweet, and I know that his parents didn’t buy them for him.
I only have a couple of minutes of class left and I know that Arlo will be outside, waiting to pick me up. I try to get back to how I can seduce him before it’s time to leave. I could try to cuddle with him on the couch. Maybe we could fall asleep together on the couch again, only this time it would be wrapped in each other’s arms. I could try to kiss him again, on the lips this time. I’m not sure that either of us are ready for more than that.
The professor dismisses us for the day, and I grab my things, practically skipping towards Arlo’s idling car. He smiles at me when he sees me and gets out to open my door for me. He grabs my bag from me and puts in in the backseat before he slips behind the wheel. He smiles at me again and I know that it’s time to try for more.
I lean over and kiss his cheek again. “Thanks for picking me up, Arlo.” I say as I buckle up.
I look back at him and he seems surprised but in a good way. There’s a slight pink tint to his cheeks and a small smile on his lips as he turns back to me.
“Anytime, Briar. Anytime.”
I smile as he backs out of his spot and takes us back to his place. Tonight, I’m going to try for more. I hope that Arlo is ready.
Chapter Nine
Arlo
Briar has been acting different today.
She keeps touching me, sitting closer than usual and kissing my cheek. I’ve never had girls act this way with me though and I’m not sure how to react. I keep freezing every time she touches me because I’m waiting to see what she’ll do next. Don’t get me wrong, I am definitely not complaining. I love all the attention that she has been giving me.
The only problem is that I don’t know how to reciprocate. Should I hold her hand? Should I kiss her cheek? I’m dying to feel her lips on mine but she hasn’t taken it that far and I’m afraid I’ll scare her off if I do it. I want her to know that I’m interested in her too though.
We’re watching tv now and I keep sliding closer to her. I can see her smiling every time that I get up to grab something and then sit back down closer to her. We’re finally side by side and I’m trying to work up the courage to slip my arm around her shoulders.
She beats me to it though and rests her head on my shoulder. I like feeling the weight of her head on my shoulder, the way that her hair brushes against the side of my neck. She cuddles into my side more and I wrap my arm around her waist, tugging her closer to me. She sighs and we both settle into the couch more as we watch some old Friends reruns.
It’s my turn to make a move, to show her that I’m interested in her too. I tighten my arm around Briar’s waist, tugging her closer into my side. She nuzzles her head further into my neck and sighs contentedly. I brush my lips across her head, and she wraps her arms around my waist in return.
I should just tell her how I feel, right? She must like me too and all of this wondering and trying to figure out what to do next is driving me crazy. I just need to put how I feel out there and let the chips fall where they may.
“Briar?”
“Hmm?” She hums as she settles further on top of me.
“Uh..” I clear my throat.
Just say it, Arlo!
“I like you. As more than a friend. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I needed to let you know how I felt.”
“I like you, too.” She says as she tucks her head into my chest. I love how shy and cute she is.
“Really?” I ask and she nods against me.
“What does that mean for us now? Are we dating?”
“Yeah. I mean if you want to. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, but I’d like for you to be mine.”
“Yeah, I want to.” She says, finally looking up at me.
Her face is shining, and she looks so adorable and happy. She tips her face up, bringing it closer to mine and her eyes dart down to my lips before they meet mine again. This is it. My first kiss.
I lower my lips until they hover over hers. My tongue darts out and runs across my bottom lip, wetting it. I can feel her warm breath as she waits for my lips to meet hers and the anticipation is starting to drive me crazy.
My lips meet hers and we both sigh as they mold together. Her lips are warm and firm under mine. She tilts her head, changing the angle and I moan when I feel her tongue slide along the seam of my mouth. She opens her mouth, deepening the kiss and I slowly slide my tongue inside.
She tastes like the grilled cheese sandwiches that we had for dinner and I tangle my tongue with hers. She moans into my mouth and my confidence grows. I trail my teeth along her plump bottom lip before I bite down gently. Briar’s hands wrap around my neck, pulling us closer together.
My hands land on her hips and I tug her into my lap. She comes easily and her legs wrap around my waist, straddling me. I groan when her hot center settles over my erection and she grinds down onto me. She gasps into my mouth and my hands tighten on her hips as she starts to rock against me.
Briar’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling softly at the strands. It lights up my scalp and I push down on her hips, grinding her on my hard cock harder. She throws her head back, moaning as she starts to ride me. She jerks back and forth on top of me, her hands falling to my shoulders and gripping there, holding onto me.
She looks so beautiful with pleasure written into every one of her features. I’m close to orgasming but I want to get her off first. I try to search my brain for how exactly to do that when she arches her back, thrusting her tits into my face. My hands leave her hips then and slide under her shirt and over her waist. They trail up to her ripe breasts. She moans when my fingers tug down her bra cups and find her puckered nipples inside.
My fingers tweak and roll her tight buds until her moans reach a fever pitch. She’s riding me with abandon now and I grit my teeth as I try to stop myself from coming. I haven’t come in my pants….well ever. Seems fitting that my first time will be with Briar. I want my first everything to be with Briar.
Briar rubs herself against the bulge in my jeans one more time before her body tenses and her breath catches in her throat as she comes. My eyes lock on her face, wanting to take everything in and I can’t hold back any longer. My own orgasm bears down on me and I come with her, making a sticky mess in my boxers.
Briar collapses on top of me, her hair falling around us as we both try to catch our breath. I wrap my arms around Briar, holding her close as we come down from our high. After a couple of minutes, I hear Briar’s breathing even out and I know that she’s asleep on top of me. I need to clean up, so I slip my arms under her legs and one around her back, lifting her up and carrying her down the hallway and into my room.
I lay her out on the bed and tuck her in, brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face. I kis
s her forehead one more time before I slip into the bathroom and clean up quickly. I wonder if I should undress Briar too. She might be more comfortable sleeping that way, but I don’t ever want to do something that she might be uncomfortable with, so I decide against it.
I change into some pajama pants and an old shirt before I walk back into the bedroom. Briar is still fast asleep, and I try not to wake her as I slip under the covers next to her.
I want to lay next to Briar in bed. I want to wrap my arms around her and hold her all night. I can’t believe that this is finally happening. I’ve finally met the girl of my dreams and I’m never going to let her go.
I guess the wish I made on that shooting star really will come true.
Chapter Ten
Briar
It’s Saturday night and Arlo and I are out on his roof. We’re finally starting our astrology project and we've spent the last half an hour hauling up supplies. We’ve got notebooks, pens, blankets, pillows, and snacks, along with our university rented telescope.
It’s kind of romantic, up here alone, staring up at the stars together. We can still hear the traffic down below but it’s quieter since we’re so far up. The night sky is clear and it’s a full moon, so we have plenty of light.
Arlo pulls over two chairs and offers me a bottle of water as we settle in. For our project, we’re studying the phases of the moon. We decided to start on a full moon night and then we’ll come back every weekend and chart the changes. Should be pretty simple but I guess that’s to be expected from a lower level class.
I flip open my notebook and write the date on the top line. We take notes on the weather and everything that we see for a while before we both get hungry. Arlo passes me a bag of pretzels and I thank him before I dig in. We’re almost done and we could probably go back downstairs to sleep but I like being outside in the fresh air, just the two of us. It feels like we’re in a world by ourselves.
Arlo had one sleeping bag and I like the idea of us trying to fit into it together. We’d practically be on top of each other and I lick my lips as I picture that in my head. We’ve messed around the last couple of days but never moved past dry humping and topless cuddling.
I’m finally ready to move past that though and I wonder if tonight will be the night that we finally make love. I love making out with him and everything else that we’ve done but I need more. I want to feel his hands on me, to feel his skin pressed up against mine while we move together.
I must be quiet for too long because Arlo reaches over and squeezes my fingers.
“You alright?” He asks.
“Yeah just thinking if we need to do anything else tonight for the project.”
“I think we’ve got everything.” He says with a frown while he thinks it over.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
“Did you want to sleep out here?” He asks.
“Yeah, if that’s alright. I kind of like it out here. It’s peaceful.”
“We can do anything that you want.” He says, bringing my fingers to his mouth and kissing the back of my hand.
“You. I want to do you.”
Arlo’s eyes widen and I realize that I said that out loud. I cover my mouth as my own eyes stretch wide and I try to think of something to say.
Arlo chuckles softly.
“I want to do you too.” He says softly.
I laugh at that and soon he joins in too. He stands up from his folding chair and offers me his hand. I slip my hand in his and let him pull me up. He leans down and kisses me softly before he leads me over to the pillows and blankets.
We lay down side by side on top of the sleeping bag and Arlo leans over, pushing some hair out of my face. We both lean in at the same time, our lips meeting in the middle and soon we’re lost in each other.
Our lips and tongues meet over and over again as our bodies move closer and closer together. Arlo’s fingers slip under my shirt and I lift my hands, helping him tug my shirt off. My hands immediately go to the hem of his shirt and I tug it off next. My hands go to his chest, feeling every curve and dip and they trail down to his jeans.
We’ve never gone this far before and I hesitate with my fingers on his zipper before I finally work up the courage to tug it down. I want this with him and I’m ready. I slip my hand into his jeans and boxers, feeling his curly hair as I reach for his dick.
Arlo lifts his hips, pushing his jeans and boxers down so I have more room to explore. I smile up at him before my hands look down to what my hands are doing. His cock is out now that his clothes are pushed down, and I gulp as I take in his size. I wonder how I’m ever going to fit him inside of me as my fingers start to slowly trail from the tip down to the root.
His stomach tenses as I wrap my fingers around the base of him and give a few test strokes. He sucks in a breath and I smile. I must be doing something right. I sit up, kneeling next to his legs as I continue to jack him off. I lick my other palm, bringing it up to run up and down his length while my first hand drops down to roll his balls.
Arlo moans under me and I lick my lips as I see tiny beads of liquid pearl on his tip. I want to know what he tastes like. I swipe one of my fingers through the liquid, bringing it to my mouth. I pop the digit into my mouth and hum as his flavor hits my tongue. It’s salty and I immediately want more of it. I’m about to swipe up some more when suddenly, Arlo flips me onto my back and hovers over me.
“My turn.” He pants and I nod up at him.
He unsnaps my bra and I tug it off while he kicks his jeans and boxers all the way off. His lips meet mine again and I get lost in him as his hands explore my body. I squirm and giggle as his fingers trail down my stomach, tickling me slightly. Arlo pulls away, smiling down at me. His fingers reach the button on my jeans and we both look down, watching as he unbuttons them and slides the zipper down.
I hold my breath as Arlo grips my jeans and panties at my hips and starts to slowly slip them down my thighs. I help him get them off before I lay back down, spread bare before him. Arlo is kneeled between my legs and I look up at him as he takes me in. I feel self-conscious. I’ve never been naked in front of someone before and I want to cover myself but when I look at Arlo’s face, all I see is hunger. For me.
I force my arms to stay down by my side as I let Arlo look his fill. I can see his cock is hard and leaking as he kneels above me and I lick my lips again. That seems to snap Arlo out of his daze and he comes down over me once again.
He pecks my lips before his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He tugs on the stiff peak and I moan and arch into him. He laves the pebbled bud before he sucks it back into his mouth. I writhe beneath him as he uses his tongue and teeth to drive me higher and higher towards my peak.
I need more and my hips start to rock, seeking his hard length. Arlo seems to get the message because he places one more kiss on each hard nipple before he kisses his way lower. He shoulders his way between my thighs and I moan when he drags one lone finger down my center. I’m already so wet and I wonder if I should be embarrassed about how soaked I am. Arlo moans though and any doubts I had evaporate at the sound.
Arlo uses two fingers to spread my pussy open wide before he leans in and takes one long swipe up my center. I almost come undone at the feeling of him licking me and his hands come up to my hips, pinning me to the sleeping bag.
I stare up at the stars while Arlo uses his mouth and teeth to drive me over the edge. He eats at me, licking up my cream as fast as it can pour out of me and my moans get louder and louder as I reach my peak. Arlo’s mouth focuses on my clit, running circles around and around it while he brings his hand up and pushes one long finger inside of me.
He curls it, rubbing against my front wall while his mouth latches onto my hard clit and sucks. I shatter then, coming apart underneath him while he continues to lick and rub and suck me through the best orgasm of my life.
I pant beneath him as he kisses his way back up my body, his cock nestling between my folds. I moan as the tip of him rubs a
gainst my wet sensitive flesh and try to move my hips so that he’s at my opening. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want him inside of me. NOW.
Arlo seems to be on the same page because he balances on his arms as he lines himself up with my tight opening. He looks nervous and I know that this will be his first time too. I want him to know that it’s ok, that I want him. His eyes meet mine and I nod enthusiastically at him.
He smiles as he starts to slowly sink into me. I try to keep from tensing up, knowing that it will hurt more if I do that. Arlo pauses as he reaches my barrier and he leans down, kissing me as he thrusts his hips forward, taking my virginity and burying himself to the root inside of me. I whimper as he seats himself inside of me and we both pause, taking in the new sensations.
He feels so big inside of me, stretching me wide around his hard cock. Arlo leans up, looking down at me while he remains as still as he can inside of me. I look up at him and try to take stock of what I’m feeling now. The pain is almost all the way gone and I nod up at him, giving him the go ahead to start moving.
Arlo gives a tentative thrust, sliding in and out of my snug warmth slowly. It feels a lot better when he starts to move and I moan as my fingers dig into his biceps. I plant my feet on the ground, using it as leverage to meet his thrusts harder. Soon, we’ve settled into a steady routine.
Arlo leans down, fitting his mouth to mine as he continues to move in and out of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down further on top of me. The new angle causes him to rub over my clit with each thrust and soon I’m barreling towards my peak. Arlo jerks his mouth away from mine, his breath coming in between moans and pants.
He pounds into me hard, making sure that he hits my sensitive clit with each pass. My body tenses, winding tight like a coil as I start to come. I suck in a breath, letting it out in a scream as I go over the edge, coming on Arlo’s cock as he thrusts in and out of my tight channel.
