by Gia Star
I started to sob, relentlessly. Things I looked forward to: an aerospace career, marriage, children, and traveling around the world… These dreams were all about to be snatched from under me before my life could even begin.
Luke wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. Through his touch, firm yet sensitive, I could feel the empathy he had for me. A deep sigh floated over my head as I felt his chest cave in. I wanted to pull away from him, slap him, fight him, and claw his eyes out for bringing me to certain death.
But he was actually the only source of comfort I had. And he felt… good.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, squeezing me tight. “I’m sorry. He got me too.”
“He’s your uncle?” I pushed away. He didn’t have to live this life. He chose to.
He responded in a deep, contemplative sigh, followed by silence. His hands squeezed me while he held me in his arms. His heart pumped wildly in my ear, contrasting the coolness in his exterior.
“It’s easier to call him my uncle,” he confessed. “It’s… much more complicated.”
“Explain.”
Luke told me everything. He told me about his teenage mother, her drug addiction, and her desperate search for a man to save her from her “poor white trash existence.”
By the time he was done, I learned everything I needed to know. From the fact of his dad running off with another woman to preserve his chance at citizenship to the fact that Antonio took him in when he didn’t have anyone else to rely on.
“Antonio was the man who became the closest thing to a father I’d ever had,” Luke confessed. “He fed me. He clothed me. He took my mother and I out of the trailer park and put us into a decent apartment. He made sure I graduated with honors.”
“But in turn you had to work for him.” I finished, sullen.
“Yeah.” He was short about that.
My heart was heavy for Luke. We weren’t too different at all, save for small details. We were both two young kids who were trying to survive the best we could, with nobody to help us. And we made deals with the Devil because that’s all we had.
“Does your mom have any idea what you’ve done?”
“My mother is too gone with drugs to notice anything,” he said bitterly. “But she’s my mother. As long as she’s not strung out and pimped, I can deal with her. I’ve learned to accept who she was, regardless of its effects on me.”
“My dad died in an accident when I was around thirteen. My mother got breast cancer when I was about fifteen. My sweet sixteen was in the hospital with her.”
I shared my experience with Luke, explaining how I, a young girl with a future in aerospace engineering, ended up selling my soul to Antonio.
“I just wanted my mom to survive, and I was too young to work full time. My mom’s family was small, and my grandmother was really sick too, so money and help went to her first. And my dad’s parents were gone.”
“Just your aunt?”
“Yes, just her. His life insurance covered us until I met Antonio. And you can already guess what happened…”
He kissed my temple, an unspoken confirmation of understanding. I pulled myself closer to him, gently grasping the tight, muscled flesh of his torso. My transporter had now become my sense of refuge, my anchor in this crazy situation.
Now I understood why he ran so hot and cold with me. We were obviously attracted to each other, but it was forbidden chemistry we could never act on because of our circumstances.
Maybe in another time, another place… another lifetime altogether.
Then it hit me.
I couldn’t escape Antonio. He was going to have me and use me no matter what I did, and I would have to accept my fate.
But in the event he did the worst - sold me to the highest bidder or turned me into a two-bit prostitute, there was a trump card. Something I could have over Antonio, an unforgettable moment Luke and I could both share to sweeten the bitterness of the way our lives turned.
My left hand moved from his torso to his cheek as I raised my lips up to find his. We kissed and I felt that impeccable spark of chemistry ignite the desire between us as I begged him:
“Fuck me.”
Luke
“Fuck me."
Kara’s petite hand cupped my face as she kissed my lips and begged me to take her.
“What?”
“You heard me,” she said, this time more insistent. “Take me. Fuck me…”
My cock launched to life, throbbing, eager to comply, but my mind was freaking out. God knows I would have loved to take her, push myself inside those tight pink walls. But it wasn’t a good idea. Once I had her, I knew I would want to keep her.
She would never make it to Antonio.
“I can’t. You belong to Antonio.”
“That’s the point.” She sat up, looking at me even though we couldn’t see each other in the dark. “I’ll belong to Antonio, to do whatever it is he’ll have me do, and I don’t want my first time with some strange asshole who manipulated me.”
“First time?”
“I’m a virgin, Luke.”
Shiiiiiit. It all made sense now. Why she was so startled by the kiss at first. Why her interaction regarding relationships and men was so awkward. How she was so comfortable teasing but always pushed away at anything more.
She was pure. Untouched. Virginal because she was a virgin.
“How the…?”
“Between my mother and my studies, I just didn’t have time,” she replied, cutting me off to answer my unfinished question. “And once I was in college, I just didn’t feel mentally stimulated enough or attracted to any of the guys I met to waste losing my virginity.”
“Why me?”
“I don’t know if I have a choice.” Her honesty held weight to it. “If not you, I don’t know if I’ll ever get to choose. Shouldn’t a girl’s first time be with someone she chooses?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be chosen because you refuse to be taken by some other stranger.”
For the first time, it hurt to be a random selection and not someone special. I was so attracted to her from the start, and now she was offering me her pussy on a platter.
“Luke, it’s not like that. After the past couple of days, we’re not necessarily strangers.” Her fingers brushed my chest, her long manicured nails raking lightly over my heart. “After what we both just shared, we’re probably nowhere near strangers.”
When I didn’t respond, she pushed.
“Nobody knows what I’ve told you just now, aside of Maddie and Aunt Cori.”
I grunted, “Same here. Then again, I don’t even have a best friend.”
Antonio was the closest thing to a best friend, and he wasn’t. He was more like a father or an uncle. And here I was being offered Antonio’s girl’s cherry.
“Think about it.” Her hands slid down my tummy and swirled near, yet never touched, my cock. “You and I have been through things nobody else would ever understand. You and I are locked to a man nobody knows the truth about. Before I give myself to him, I can give myself to you… We can keep this secret between us.” She motioned her fingers along my thighs.
“This isn’t some random night of fucking, Kara,” I insisted. “This is your virginity. It belongs to someone who cares.”
“You care.”
“I’m doing my job.”
“You care. Let me count the ways.” Her voice animated as she reminded me. “Letting me go to lunch with Maddie and Cori. Driving us all back to Albuquerque, and escorting me to my graduation party at Maddie’s. Letting me kiss my mother goodbye.”
No response. She was right.
“And look at us now we’re here, opening up to each other, sharing secrets nobody else knows. We have intimacy right now, Luke. Intimacy. And I want to give my virginity to you because you’re the first man I’ve kissed, and the only one I’ve ever come close to being attracted to - and yet you’re telling me you won’t just fuck me because I’m a ‘virgin’ and this should be ‘precious?
’”
Grief, she was getting passionate.
“News flash, Luke: There’s nothing precious about selling yourself to a man like Antonio. That man is a fucking monster. He preyed on us because we were two young kids without reliable adults. He gave us what we desired most in exchange for a life of… God knows what. You’re a convicted felon, and I’m… I know what they do in Vegas.”
Emotions thumped in my chest. Kara didn’t deserve what I could give.
“Even if we did this, you don’t deserve to be fucked in some cheap ass motel in Flagstaff, Arizona,” I countered. “You deserve a date, a walk in the park, roses, and romance. That’s shit I don’t know how to do. I’ve never done it.”
“Romance isn’t about roses and expensive dinners,” she replied softly. “Romance is thoughtfulness. Comfort. Mystery and excitement coupled with tangible security from someone having your back. You haven’t taken me to any fancy restaurants, or given me any ‘Good morning beautiful’ texts, Luke, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve given me all of the aforementioned - thoughtfulness, excitement, et cetera - since I’ve met you. I think that’s enough… don’t you?”
Her moist lips brushed against mine, soft, featherlight, and erotic. The sweet smell of her body wash, caramel and spice, engulfed me as began to crawl on top of me, carefully placing a leg either side of my body, and wriggling her tight ass.
I kissed her back, soft and delicious. I cradled her gently, even more soft and tender than I’d imagined possible given my lack of experience with… love, and shit like that.
Her hands dived toward my fully-erect cock. She ran a finger over the warm hard tent in my jeans as I trembled. My groin felt on fire. My cock was throbbing, begging to be released.
“Take it out,” huskily she begged, fumbling and frustrated by trying to access me with one hand.
“I can’t do this to you.”
“You can, you will. Please? Don’t you want me?”
I could hear the desperation in her voice. She had decided I was going to be the one. The one that would claim her virginity. The one who could show her love and gentleness. The one that would fuck her for the first time.
My brain wanted to explode.
I undid the button my jeans. She grabbed the zipper with her petite fingers, and yanked it down. I raised my hips and she edged my jeans down my thighs. The muscles in my legs tightened with the intensity.
Oh my god. I have never fucked a virgin.
I want her. I don’t want to hurt her, but fuck, she wants me. Who am I to deny her yearning?
She gently slid her fingers into the hole in my boxers and pulled out my cock. It glistened with pre-cum. It throbbed in anticipation.
She wrapped her fingers around my length, gasping at its size.
She held me in her hand and stroked me, slowly, experiencing the pulse of a live dick in her hand for the first time. Oh man. I can’t believe she hasn’t done this before. I’m the one. The chosen one.
“It’s so…”
I waited for her to finish, but instead felt the warm wetness of her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
She slowly pushed the tip of my length past her lips. She started feel her tongue against my tip as she gently kissed and tasted my pre-cum. Breathlessly, she nibbled up and down my shaft. She placed her mouth back over the tip and started to bob her head up and down my length, careful to gauge herself with each move. There was innocent curiosity to her technique; her tongue slid here and there, poking to see if anything in particular would elicit a response. I could feel her teeth just touching the edge of my penis with every slide in and out of her delicate mouth. It felt incredible.
“Is this okay?” She whispered, earnest.
“Mmhm… Perfect.”
My hands slid over her head, slightly, to guide her, and then I put my hands on her shoulders. I didn’t need to correct her. This was her first time. I couldn’t just use her for my pleasure.
She guided my hand back to the top of her head. “It’s okay. You can guide me.”
Her sexual desire left me breathless. She was so new to this, yet completely eager to please.
Every vein in my shaft stood on end as I released my guilt. Any feeling that I shouldn’t be letting her do this dissolved as I heard her moan, genuinely excited by my hard cock responding to her moves.
I grabbed the pillow behind my head because she seemed so fucking hungry for it, for me, to feel my cock deep in her throat. I wanted to push her head down and fuck her mouth, but she was doing a good job sliding the tip of her tongue back and forth against my piss slit.
She wriggled one of her hands down under my butt cheek pulling me further into her mouth, and into her throat.
God, I hadn’t had head in so long. And this was good. Not because she was some kind of professional. Because there was this extra layer to what she did, a desire and an eagerness.
She wanted to do it. She didn’t have any expectations behind this except her desire to connect to me, turn me on, and make me lose it in her grip. The sensation was tantalizing, the feeling seductive, and I felt that weird sensation in my chest… one I’d only gotten since being around her.
“Come here.” I pulled her up to me. This was great, but I couldn’t let her first time be about pleasuring me. She wanted to fuck, to frantically lose her virginity so it’d escape Antonio’s grasp. I had other plans for her.
I wriggled one leg out of my boxers and threw the other leg off with my foot.
I wanted to try something new too.
My tongue pressed into hers as our lips met.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I confessed. It was easy to tell her how I felt now, because she could easily dismiss this as sex talk. And because, to be honest, I’d wanted to tell her that from the moment I first saw her.
She placed legs again either side of my ass on the bed. Straddling me.
My hands slid down her body, cupping themselves under her round ass cheeks and pulling them apart to spread wider around my hips. I wanted to feel those pretty legs straddle my body. I wanted to help her body get ready. The wider she spread, the easier it would be for my cock to enter her and take her innocent cherry.
Her yoga bottoms clung too tightly to her beautiful skin, so I yanked them down, leaving them to cuff her bottom. I groaned as I gripped the decadent smooth flesh for the first time. God, she was supple, and the way the lace of her pants felt as I slid my fingers up and down her ass crack made my dick jump. I imagined how it must feel to fuck a virgin. This is all too new to me. I hoped that I wouldn’t cum to early so she could enjoy me taking her virginity. I wanted her to enjoy it. To feel me, to feel my love. I wanted to penetrate her without causing pain.
“Ooh,” she moaned lightly, in shock.
My lips parted ways from her mouth and made its way down her face until I hit that panty-melting spot in her neck. She moaned as she leaned forward, cupping my head in her delicate fingers. Her body began to writhe on top of me, demonstrating open need for my touch.
My hands couldn’t deny magnetic heat between her thighs. My finger slowly danced toward her pussy lips. I groaned when I felt how hot, wet, and slippery her puffy lips felt. I also wasn’t lost on the waxed effect; smooth with a single landing strip. She was ripe for the picking.
My fingers gently fondled the outside of her pussy. Tracing the line of her slit ever so gently. Teasing, making sure she wanted me to continue. She arched her back and lifted her hips. She wanted more. My fingertip started to dive into the top of her slit and found the bump of her clitoris. It was engorged. The size of a pea, hard and horny. I swirled around it, gently, slowly. Her fingers dug into my skin more as she began to rock against me, moaning and trusting my touch to bring her to the brink of her first orgasm.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“Oh, god…” She moaned. “It feels incredible.”
My fingers went lower, and I pushed them past her lips. She froze and her breath hitched when my fingers ent
ered her tight pussy and hit against that hymen, that barrier of purity between her and the world. She was so tight and hot. With only one finger, I began to stroke in and out with my thumb pressing against her hard clit. I teased her flesh openly, whilst whispering my desire to be gentle with her.
I’d never taken a girl’s virginity before.
I’d also never made love either.
“Fuck,” Kara whispered, her breath rising as she exhaled. Her tightness rolled around my finger as she rocked back and forth. “I can only imagine how good your cock feels.”
My dick was so hard it hurt. I wanted to take my time with her, because I knew she wouldn’t understand how much better it would be when I had her fully relaxed.
“Lay down,” I instructed. She did as I asked, sliding her left leg over my stomach as she laid on her back next to me. Her hair fell in curls on the pillow, her perky breasts were erect. She was so god damn hot. I raised myself up and pushed myself between her legs, nudging her hips wider, pulling her shorts and panties down with one of my hands, because they were only getting in the way.
I started to kiss gently down her stomach towards her mound, moving lightly, holding my cock in my hand, squeezing it to alleviate some frustration as I pushed my tongue in her belly button.
Her body writhed underneath as her hands found the top of my head. Slender fingers pushed their way into my scalp, massaging me as I spread her trembling legs. I placed a hand each side of her dainty ass and pulled it into my mouth so I could taste her pussy for the first time.
“Yes,” Fear and desire mingled in her breathy release, giving me raw, wild need to dive even further inside. “Oh my god, yes, baby.”
One taste of her and my mind was made up. She couldn’t deny me anymore. And if that pussy was as good as it tasted, it would never not be mine again. I wanted it. I needed it.
“You taste so fucking beautiful, baby,” I said. “You can’t be hiding good pussy like this from me. You know that right?”
Kara’s legs shivered, and goosebumps covered her flesh as I told her how beautiful she tasted, how sexy she was, and how badly I needed to be inside of her. Every confession was made between a sweet indulgence of flesh, my tongue savoring every drop of existential flavor, the sacred paradise no other man had ever touched.
