by Caz May
The music starts to fade, and our breath is one—when we drop our microphones—our foreheads touching as we both pant from the rush of a karaoke duet; but also from the unmissable tension between us.
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but my dick is throbbing in my daks, and I want Rox right now. She grabs my hand, turning away from my intense gaze locked on hers and nodding towards the dance floor she pulls me away from the stage to what I’m sure is going to be both bliss and my doom.
18. Roxanne
Nodding towards my brother still on the dance floor, I pull Chad off the stage. He stumbles after me, muttering something incoherent. He’s panting, breathless from singing most likely as I’m sure it’s not from being so close to me we could have kissed.
He’s begging me to slow down, but I’m practically sprinting and pulling him with me to get out of the club. Once outside the cold air hits me straight in the face and I inhale it, sucking in gulps to cool down my heated body. Dropping Chad’s hand I turn to look at him, and the look on his face must mirror my own; completely and utterly confused.
“Um, Rox, what the hell just happened?” He asks, stepping into my personal space and pinning me against the wall. The streetlights cast a shadow over us and having him so close I notice the beginnings of a beard on his jawline, and damn does it make him look even sexier.
Not able to meet his eyes that are staring at me like he’s trying to see into my soul, I gaze down his body, taking in his outfit properly, noticing that our outfits are practically identical, except his white t-shirt is not a midriff exposing one.
And there’s a definite turned on bulge at the front of his black jeans. He brings me back to reality, rubbing his thumb across my cheek and jaw. “Rox, seriously, tell me what just happened.”
“I...sang...a...duet...with you...like...old times,” I stammer, my words coming out between panting breaths.
“That wasn’t like old times Rox.” His voice sounds so husky, so sexy and it’s sending pulses of pleasure through me.
“What do you mean? We always sang karaoke together.”
“Yeah, but we sang Disney songs Rox, not…” he pauses, stepping back a little and running a hand through his ashen locks, flicking his unruly fringe back.
I swallow hard, trying not to hyperventilate from staring at him. Surely he knows the effect he has on me. “Not what Chad?” I ask with a hint of teasing.
“Not sexy as fuck songs like that Rox.”
I scoff at him. He chose it, not me but I’m not stupid; I know he wanted to sing it with Teagan.
He doesn’t see me that way.
“I get it Chad, you didn’t want to sing it with me. But she’s not your girl.”
“I know that Rox, ok. And I didn’t want to sing it with you, but I’m glad I did.”
I gape at him, my mind racing with thoughts; dirty thoughts.
“Um, really?”
“Yeah Rox, seeing you up there and singing that with you...you looked damn hot.”
“Um...thanks, so did you,” I mutter, looking down at my feet.
“Rox, look at me, please,” he pleads.
I gaze up at him again, feeling a blush rise up my cheeks.
“I wanna kiss you so bad right now, Rox,” he confesses, again touching my cheek.
He leans in, and his lips are so close to mine, but before our lips meet I reach up to press a finger to his lips, whispering, “Not here.”
Chad laughs, in that deep chuckling way that makes his chest vibrate. His hand reaches down between us, touching my crotch and he taunts, “So you want me to kiss you here, instead?”
A pulse of electricity courses through me. “Um...no...I meant like at home, not on a dirty street corner. I want our first kiss to be more private.”
He chuckles again, taking my hand and dragging me to the curb, using his other hand to hail a taxi.
“It won’t be our first kiss though Rox,” he says, teasingly when a taxi pulls up in front of us.
Opening the door, he pulls me inside, giving the driver our address.
Leaning into my side, he whispers in my ear, “I haven’t forgotten about you saving your firsts for me, Rox.”
His words make my whole body tingle and my crotch damp. I want Chad so much, and right now it seems like he wants me to.
I’ll probably regret it, but I’m going to give Chad the rest of my firsts that I’ve stupidly saved for him.
19. Chad
The whole taxi journey home I stare at Rox. It’s clear her heart is pounding and she’s affected by my presence. Leaning into her side, I whisper in her ear, “I haven’t forgotten about you saving your firsts for me, Rox.” She gulps, and blushes, shifting in her seat uncomfortably.
I don’t know if she’s honestly saved all her firsts for me—and I don’t honestly care—but I’m as cliched as it is feeling a sudden attraction to her. It’s like the original feelings I had for her as a horny teenager surfacing again. I knew then that I shouldn’t have wanted her, but I always seem to want the girl I can’t have—Teagan obviously—and Rox has also been the girl who can’t be mine. But tonight my body—my dick—is screaming at me to throw caution to the wind and make Rox mine; to take her firsts and selfishly for some reason, I want to ruin her for whoever comes after me.
When the taxi pulls up in front of our house, I chuck the cabbie a fifty and grab Rox’s hand the moment we’re out of the taxi to pull her inside. She unlocks the door with her other hand, not letting go of my hand in hers. And as soon as we close the front door behind us, I’m dragging her down the hallway to my room.
Kicking the door closed I tug her into the room and press her body with mine against the wall.
Her chest is rising, falling, the outline of her tits visible.
Locking my eyes on hers, I ask softly, “You ok, Rox?”
“Um...yep,” she gulps, “Just kiss me, please, Chad.” I love how my name sounds on her lips, raspy and melodic. And without giving her warning I kiss her, hard.
And fuck me, kissing her—again—is something else. She moans against my mouth, her tongue teasing me and I feel like I’m drowning in a Rox fuelled lust pool.
Cupping her cheeks with my hands, I tug her closer, taking her tongue with mine to devour her mouth. This kiss is fucking intense, everything; and the best kiss of my fucking life hands down. If I don’t pull away now, I’m going to cream my daks from just a kiss, and that never happens; ever.
Gasping I pull away, taking a deep breath in whilst staring down at her kissed red lips.
“Fuck Rox, that...fuck,” I curse, still drinking her in.
“Was it that good for you too?” she asks, so fucking innocently my dick hardens more.
I take a step back from her, grabbing my dick through the front of my jeans, nodding at her. “What does it look like to you Rox?”
“Um, yes… I’ve never kissed anyone like that.”
“Me either Rox. I nearly creamed my daks,” I reply with a laugh.
Her eyes are looking me up and down, her lip between her teeth and I wonder what she’s thinking.
I know what I’m thinking and it’s downright naughty, dirty as fuck and requires no clothes.
“You’re just telling me that to fuck me,” she mutters suddenly, stumbling on the words ‘fuck me’. “Well, yeah, nah. I do want to fuck you Rox. But I want to give you all your firsts, remember?”
“But I’ve...I’ve done stuff.”
“Mmm, like what Rox?” I tease, stepping closer to her again.
“Stuff,” she replies, tugging me closer for another kiss, a kiss that sends lust pulsing through me. And breaking it again breathless, there’s nothing more to say, but asking her, “Rox, can I touch your pussy?”
She bites down on her lip again and starts to strip for me, firstly shrugging off her leather jacket.
My dick is throbbing, getting excited as more of her body is exposed when she lifts her crop top over her head. She’s wearing a black polka dot bra, an
d her tits practically spill out over the cups.
Watching her doing the little strip tease—for me—is turning me on so bad.
Quickly to not miss the rest of the show, I yank my jacket and t-shirt off and focus back on Rox now shimmying out of her jeans; slowly tugging them down over her arse and down her sexy tanned thighs. And fuck me, she’s wearing lacy black knickers that show her pussy is bare except for a landing strip.
“Fuck Rox, you’re gorgeous.”
She blushes, meekly replying, “Um, thanks. You’re hot.”
I laugh, yanking my jeans down awkwardly over my painfully hard dick before grabbing her around the waist. Her skin against my fingers feels incredibly soft and electric; it instantly heating at the contact.
Stepping backwards, I lure her towards the bed. And fall against it, bringing her down on top of me. Again I kiss her, revelling in the moans she makes that I’m sure are going to be my new favourite sound. I’m kicking myself for not getting naked with Roxanne before; the day I first saw her all grown up. Yeah, my dick didn’t say hello looking at her—like it does with Teagan—but actually being with Rox is a mega turn on.
Breaking the kiss, I smirk at her. “Rox, show me ya tits, please,” I beg with a teasing tone in my voice.
“Promise to touch me if I do?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” I taunt, smirking again.
She sits up, reaching around her back and undoing the clasp of her bra. It falls off between us and I grab it throwing it aside without even looking. My eyes are staring at her absolutely delectable, perky and fucking glorious tits.
Licking my lips, I groan. “God, fuck, Rox, your tits are fucking divine, baby.”
“Really?” she asks with that innocent tone again. I wonder for a moment about the tossers she’s supposedly been with before now. They clearly were wankers, because Roxanne has a body fit for sin and I’m about to go to hell.
I don’t answer her, just sit up more, leaning forward to grab her around the waist. And teasingly I lick across one of her hard nipples.
The moan that escapes her lips is loud and lascivious. I give the other nipple the same sweet torture, swirling my tongue over her skin.
“Chad, more, more, please,” she begs, panting.
Again I pull her down for a kiss, a hot dirty kiss that’s tongues and teeth clashing in a battle of dominance.
I’m so turned on, but I want to make her scream my name first, want to make her moan from my hands on her.
Still kissing her I slide a hand between us, running a finger over her clit through the lace.
Her hips buck and she moans against my lips, biting my bottom lip. “Mmm, please, please touch me,” she whispers breaking the kiss.
“You want me to make you come, Rox?”
“Yes...yes...please,” she pleads, her tone raspy.
Watching her I slip my hand into her knickers and flick my thumb over her clit.
“Oh,” she moans, closing her eyes.
I slip a finger inside her wet as pussy, curling it up to her sweet spot. She starts panting, moaning and rocking her hips. “Feel good, baby?” I ask, teasingly and whilst inserting another finger.
“A...a...amazing,” she says huskily through her moans. I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, loving how wet and how deliciously tight she is.
She rocks her hips on my fingers harder, and when I rub my thumb over her clit again she trembles, her whole body shaking from her climax, and she calls out, “Oh fuck, fuck Chad!”
I withdraw my fingers, putting them up to her lips when she collapses against my chest.
Her tongue darts out between her lips to lick them and the lascivious moan escapes her mouth again.
“One first,” she mutters, softly.
“And that was?”
“Tasting my own come,” she says laughing sweetly.
“I want to taste you, Rox,” I muse, smirking at her. She giggles, kissing me and I can taste a hint of her musky sweet nectar on my tongue. And fuck, I want more; want to lick her pussy until she explodes all over my face.
“Sounds like a dirty first.”
Oh, god, she did not just say that.
Grabbing her I pick her up and put her down on the bed, kissing her again before trailing kisses over her tits again, and down her perfect flat tanned stomach, licking over her scar. She bucks her hips up.
Her body is so gorgeous. Reaching her lacy knickers, I kiss her clit through the fabric and she lets out a loud scream of pleasure but then gasps in horror. “Chad, stop. Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Jessie and Teagan coming home.”
“So?” They’ll just stumble into his room,” I tell her, stretching over her to kiss her again.
“Maybe, but what if Jessie checks on me. To make sure I got home ok?”
“He won’t, stop worrying,” I reply unconvincingly.
She doesn’t reply, just shifts on the bed and gets up, picking up all her clothes and sneaking out of my room; without another word.
She doesn’t even look back at me, and that’s how I know despite how it felt being with Rox was a bad idea. She’s not my girl, but a part of me wants her to be because I’ve never felt anything like I did when kissing her. And thinking about her in the room next door I grab my still hard dick, stroking it and coming in my boxers in less than a minute.
Yep, I’m fucked.
20. Roxanne
Sitting on Nellie’s bed I’m trying not to cry. Next to me, she’s sitting cross-legged, rubbing my back in comfort.
“Roxy, it can’t have been that bad.”
“It wasn’t bad. So far from bad, but I...I shouldn’t have gone that far with him.”
I look at my best friend then, worrying my lip between my teeth.
“You told me you didn’t sleep with him?”
Pulling back from her I clutch my knees to my chest. “I didn’t, we kissed, and he fingered me. And Nel, it was amazing.”
“So what happened? Why didn’t you go for the home run and give him your v-card?”
Pouting, I reply a little angrily, “Jessie came home. And I panicked.”
“Shit, well, I kinda get you now, but honestly why does Jessie even care?”
“Because Chad’s his best friend, dufus. He doesn’t want him to take advantage of me.”
“I don’t think that’s the case, is it?”
“To be honest, I don’t know. But I feel like he used me, said things to me to make me feel like he had the same reaction to being together that I did.”
“You should talk to him, Roxy. He might surprise you.”
“Yeah, no thanks. I’m just going to avoid him until he forgets it ever happened.”
“Suit yourself. So are you staying tonight?”
“Yeah, if that’s ok. Easier to not face him if I’m not home.”
She laughs, getting up off the bed to get out some PJs for me to wear. Throwing them at me she jeers, “You're a dufus, Roxy.”
Once we’re both in our PJs and lying under the covers Nellie sighs and asks me softly, “Would you have fucked him if Jessie didn’t come home?”
“Yeah,” I let out with a moan.
“You should make it happen, Roxy. You can’t stay a virgin forever waiting for Chad to make the move.”
Playfully I punch her in the side. “Just because you lost yours on your sixteenth birthday to daggy Rick Hickman doesn’t give you the right to make me feel like a prude, Nel.”
“Yeah, worse decision ever. I wish I’d waited; not til I found the one, but at least until a better one.”
“Yeah,” I muse softly, thoughts of Chad being my one filling my mind. He’d always been mine, even before our first kiss, even before the other night.
❤︎
It’s the middle of the night, but I’m not scared when I hear my bedroom door creak open and footsteps coming into my room.
He often comes in during the night, after he’s had a nightmare about his parents’ death.
Stepping closer to my king single bed, he whispers into the darkness, “Rox, you awake?”
“Yeah,” I whisper back, feeling the bed dip with his weight. I scoot over, closer to the wall and pull the covers back. He climbs in next to me, and I drape an arm over his body.
