by K. C. Crowne
I’m going to lose my v-card to Martin freaking Ferrel.
He leaned forward, pressing his well-shaped lips back against mine. I melted right into his arms, bare breasts rubbing against warm slabs of muscle. His hands were exploring underneath my skirt and it was all I could do not to grab ahold and grind against them like some sex-crazed maniac.
More.
More of his hands, more of his mouth, more of his skin sliding against mine. I worked up the nerve to rub that throbbing bulge and he groaned against my mouth. I had wanted Martin Ferrel since I was old enough to crush on a guy.
Did I ever expect to be in this position?
Hell no.
But I wasn’t going to talk myself out of it.
I silenced the voice inside telling me to stop. To slow down. To walk away.
The voice could go to hell for all I cared. I wanted this.
Martin’s mouth on my nipple brought me back to the moment. Every flick of his tongue sent electric jolts of pleasure through me; I squirmed under him, feeling his hands undress me but unable to do anything about it but moan and squirm and cling to him.
I was about to have sex with the guy I had always wanted. I wanted him to have my full attention. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as he raised his head, closing my eyes and leaning into his kiss. He parted my lips with his tongue and pushed my dress down to my hips; I lifted them and he slid the dress off, tossing it away into the semi dark. Now I was lying there in my panties.
He sat back to look at me, eyes bright with desire, then reached up and started rubbing me through my panties again. The heel of his hand pushed against my mound, sending little jolts of pleasure through my clit. I squirmed and moaned, feeling an aching emptiness inside of me that I wanted him to fill.
“You’re a goddess,” he said breathlessly.
I decided to be brave. I reached up and grasped the band of his pants, toying with his fly. I undid his button and slowly slid his zipper down, looking up at him with the sexiest grin I could manage.
He slid off the bed to take his pants off, retrieving a condom from his back pocket before tossing away his jeans. He tore the packet open and turned around as he rolled the condom on. His cock looked as big as my forearm; if I hadn’t been so turned on, it would have frightened me a little. The rubber sheath stretched over it tightly.
I wanted it inside me. When his hand went from rubbing me through my panties to pulling them down, I lifted my hips to help.
He leaned up and pressed his lips against mine, his hand stopping just above my clit. I gasped, feeling the heat intensify between my legs. I was nervous, but I was going to push through it. I was not going to miss out on this opportunity.
Martin laid down next to me and ran his hand up my thigh, rubbing his hand over my mound. I gasped, feeling his fingers spread my folds apart and slide through my juices. He rubbed up and around my clit, sending waves of heat up through my chest. Each stroke felt better than the last, until I was humping his hand eagerly.
He moved back down and slowly pushed his finger inside of me, leaning forward and kissing my lips. I moaned, feeling him pushing and pulling inside of me, thrusting his long finger firmly, making me hotter and wetter by the second. Another finger slid into me; his thumb propped against my clit.
I had never been fingered before; I fell apart under his hands, unable to do anything but thrash and make noises. He sat up and watched me writhe, pulling out and rubbing and circling my clit alone for a second.
I groaned, feeling the heat building in my belly, my hands grasping the sheets beside me. When he slid his fingers into me again, he added a third, pushing me closer to climax. I screamed out, covering my mouth to muffle the sound.
“Your pussy feels so good. I can’t wait to get inside you.” His thumb rocked faster against my clit. “Say you want it, baby.”
“Oh yes,” I cooed, trembling on the edge of something I barely understood. I wanted more pleasure, so much that I ached for it; if I didn’t get my aching pussy filled with him soon, I felt like I might die. “Oh yes, yes, do it.”
He parted my thighs, chest heaving, eyes wide with something like wonder. He bent over me, tucking the head of his cock between my slick, swollen lips.
He kissed me roughly as he pushed his dick slowly inside of me, a hoarse groan vibrating his lips. Each slow thrust pushed him a little deeper inside of me; he trembled hard with each one, low sounds of pleasure in his throat. His back arched, pulling his lips from mine.
“Oh baby, your pussy feels so good.....”
It hurt, but at the same time, felt incredible. He pushed deeper, stopping and kissing me passionately before sliding forward again. “Yeah...” he purred as he started to hitch his hips faster against me.
We moved together convulsively, panting into each other’s mouths, his hips hitching his cock in and out of me fast as he groaned with bliss and called me his baby. My pleasure hovered near climax, edging a little further up with every movement of his body, until I swooned under him, my pussy a tight knot of need around his surging dick.
Martin groaned, holding my arms above my head as I wrapped my legs around him, thrusting my hips upward and feeling him sink even deeper.
“Sweet Jesus, baby, you feel so good, oh...,” he moaned in my ear.
The tenderness in his voice, that soft note of worship, almost set me off by itself. I lifted my hips against him, softly whispering for more.
Letting go of one hand, he grabbed my hip and pressed deep into me, as far as he would go, filling me up completely. This time our cries chorused.
I had never felt so close to anyone in my entire life. The bliss swelled inside of me, even as his frantic movements sent jolts of pleasure through me. “Don’t stop;” I whimpered, shimmying around his shaft as he drove it into me.
I threw my head back, moaning loudly as he continued to pound, his cock moving feverishly inside of me.
“Look at me baby,” he said.
I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he gripped my hands, my thighs quivering around his roughly pumping hips.
“Your turn,” he murmured as he drove his dick into me hard enough to shake the king-sized bed. I didn’t realize what he meant until he slowed down and slid a hand between us. His thumb worked between the top of my lips and propped against my clit, rubbing it with every jolt his cock sent through my body.
I gasped, still feeling the heat in my belly getting hotter by the moment. He let go of my hands and ran his hand down my thigh, pushing down as his cock adjusted inside of me. He reached up under my back and laid flat, rolling me over on top of him. I put my hands down on his chest, pulling my knees under me. At first, I was nervous, but as soon as I slid down his shaft, I lost all inhibition. He reached up and grabbed my tits as I started to slowly bounce up and down. I swayed my hips in a circle, rubbing my clit against him. Then, he pushed down on my hips and helped me move faster, grinding quickly against him as my moans grew louder.
He sped up, his hard belly slapping against mine, hips pounding and thumb brushing m clit, making each thrust feel better than the last. I started grinding violently against him, pushing back hard against his surging dick and the elegant swirl of his thumb.
I screamed out, arching my chest forward as my pussy tightened around his cock.
Burning pleasure erupted through me; I convulsed under him, thrashing and sobbing in sheer bliss as all that tension released in long waves.
He groaned loudly, face tense with rising pleasure as my spasms massaged his shaft
“Oh God that feels even better—oh you feel so good...” He pounded hard and fast, sending fresh ripples of pleasure through me as his moans went high and desperate.
His hips pushed down on mine hard suddenly and I felt a rush of heat deep in my pussy. His cock jerked violently inside of me, sending more rushes of heat into me; he trembled so hard that I knew he was feeling the same ecstasy he had given me. I held him, cooing encouragement, as his dick spent itself a
nd he shuddered with bliss.
I love you so much.
He lay there holding me tightly, his body strangely rigid after climaxing so hard. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he panted as his erection relaxed inside of me.
We lay together for several minutes before he suddenly let me go and sat up.
“How do you feel, baby?” he asked me.
“Amazing.”
If I was honest, I was shocked at the fact that we had just had sex and I had lost my virginity. It had felt so intense, and so very good. And it had been with exactly the right guy. I remembered him moaning and trembling in my arms, calling me his baby, making me come for the first time in my life.
It was a dream come true.
All I wanted was more.
He smiled at me and sat over on the end of the bed, sitting and looking down at me. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just laid there watching him back. He smiled again. A satisfied smile, friendly, grateful. And a hint of something else I couldn’t name.
Tenderness maybe?
Before I could invite him back into bed with me, a loud crash and chaos erupted beyond the bedroom door. Martin jumped up and threw on his shirt before running over to see what was going on.
“Goddammit!” he swore.
I sat up, holding the covers over my bare breasts. “What’s wrong?” I asked as the noise from outside the room reached a crescendo.
“Drunk assholes fighting, that’s what’s wrong. I have to go,” he said, hopping into his shoes before running out the door to help break up the fight.
Disappointed at being left alone naked in the room, but warmed by his chivalrous and brave nature, I began gathering my clothes, noticing a slight wetness on my thigh. I thought it odd but since we’d used a condom, I didn’t dwell on it. I would learn later that I should’ve been more concerned.
I hummed some cheesy song to myself as I dressed, smoothing down my hair and stepping out into the hallway.
I looked down to see that the fight had been broken up and that Martin and one of the other baseball players were trying to restore order in the living room.
Before I could reach the stairs though, I was approached by Cindy Stone, Martin’s ex. She gave me a snarky look that frankly made me want to punch her, and shook her head.
“Can I help you with something Cindy?” I asked, annoyed by her appraisal of me.
“It’s just sad, that’s all,” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“What is?”
“Listen, I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything but I think you should know the truth about Martin.”
Oh this ought to be good, I thought to myself.
“And what is this truth you’re so eager to share with me Cindy?”
“That your little escapade in there was just a bet.”
My blood ran cold.
Lying cold hearted bitch.
“Some of the other guys dared Martin to deflower a virgin tonight. I mean unless I’m wrong and that wasn’t your first time. I mean, I know you and Bobby dated for a while but he’s such a gentleman and I never got the impression that the two of you had slept together.”
“You’re lying,” I said.
“I wish I was.” She paused momentarily, savoring her satisfaction from fucking with my head.
“Oh and that fight you just heard break-out… well let’s just say that was a part of Martin’s plan also. He wanted an easy exit after scoring your V....”
Before she could say anything else, I pushed past her and headed for the bathroom.
I knew Cindy was a vindictive bitch, but it was hard to deny her story had legitimacy. I was in fact a virgin. At least I was. I’d only revealed that to a few people in my life. But, how the hell did she know? And did that mean everyone in this fucking party knew it?
God!
And Martin did in fact leave abruptly. He didn’t have to just leave like that, even if there was a fight.
Had the part about Martin wanting me like I wanted him for so long been just another part of the lie. How could I let myself believe that?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
I’d given him my virginity on a silver platter. Just like that. Psshhh. Gone.
I dialed Bobby’s number.
“Hey,” he said. “Where you at?”
“Oh, God,” I said, bursting into tears as soon as I heard his voice. “I really fucked up, Bobby. I need you to get me out of here.”
“I’ll get the car ready.”
“Go around the back,” I said. I didn’t want to take my walk of shame through a crowd of classmates. I dried my eyes, jaw set with determination and left with my head held high.
Rene
Present Day (12 Years Later)
“You ready for this?” Jenny peered across our scratched wooden table at me, her small, heart-shaped face a mirror of mine at her age. She had my blue eyes too, and her hair had my curl to it but was much darker.
Like her father’s.
One eyebrow raised, she waited for my answer as I hesitated, her fork poised distractedly above a mound of scrambled eggs.
“No. Of course not,” I said truthfully, smiling at her. I tried never to lie to my daughter. The world was full of bullshit, and she sure didn’t need more of it from her only real parent. “Eat your breakfast, honey. We have to leave soon.”
The subway rumbled past underneath our small apartment, rattling the dishes in their one narrow cupboard and knocking over the peppershaker. My daughter caught it distractedly before it could spill.
“So you’re first-day-of-school nervous?” She still wasn’t eating. Just my luck to get a daughter as stubborn as I was.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. We had fifteen minutes before I had to clear dishes, get us bundled up and out the door: her to school, and me to my very first case as a Salt Lake City PD Internal Affairs officer.
It had been a long climb to get there, especially after finding myself pregnant just as I started college. I would never have told Jenny this, but the first three years after her birth were the hardest of my life. My dad had still been dealing with all the hospital bills and had been in no position to help me. Her father...well, the less I thought about him, the better.
We were still living a little close to the bone, but that would soon change. Being IA messed with your reputation among fellow cops, but as long as you didn’t break down from the things you discovered about Salt Lake’s finest, you made damn good money. With my kid’s quality of life riding on my decisions, and few friends in the department thanks to my newness, applying for the position had been an easy choice. But now I was actually facing the consequences, and the whole idea made my stomach hurt.
“Cops don’t like people who investigate other cops, honey,” I explained as she finally started eating again. “But my job’s necessary. I help keep them honest.”
“Good. I hate bad cops. But that’s why you’re nervous? You think they’ll bully you?” Her orange juice disappeared in two gulps.
“I’m not scared of a bully. Bullies are usually wimps who talk big,” I reminded her, hoping to ease her mind. “More worried about being too nervous to do a good job.” I took a big bite of English muffin before double-checking the contents of my purse.
“That’s bullshit,” she encouraged in her edgy, tween way, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. “Of course you’ll do great.”
I smirked, shaking my head at her. “Watch your mouth, kid. And thanks.”
After her assurances, we packed up and headed out. I dropped her off at school, her last week there since we were moving back to my hometown. I hated to pull Jenny out of school right after it started, but she’d only been in sixth grade for two weeks. I hoped the move would be easy for her. Thankfully, she’d stayed with my dad during the summer a lot, so she’d made friends. The commute would be a bit of a bitch for me, but we’d be closer to my dad and Jenny would be able to attend a much smaller school. The move home, in my opinion, was a great choice for bot
h of us.
As I drove to the station, I actually felt pretty good about starting my new position…until I reached the precinct parking lot. I got there twenty minutes early, thermos of home-brewed coffee in hand, determined to make a good impression. But I realized I wasn’t quite ready to get out of the car yet.
I sat in the front seat of my little car, staring out the window at the police station in front of me. I pulled the mirror down and checked my eyeliner and smoothed my hair. I usually felt some trepidation right there as I looked at myself in the mirror, though I had zero idea why. I’d never done anything wrong that might elicit that response. But it happened just the same. And on that particular day, I was there not to file paperwork or as part of my training, but to investigate a fellow cop.
I’d left some files on cold cases on the front seat after taking them home to review the night before, so I shoved them back into my briefcase. I was on time and ready to go—in everything but spirit. I reminded myself that I had committed to this job and would see it through. My dad would expect nothing less from me. I decided to call my dad, who was, after all, my inspiration to rise high in the police force.
My father had supported me in everything I’d ever wanted to do, even when it hadn’t been the most popular choice. After my mother had died when I was hardly more than a baby, it had only been my dad and me. And he had always had my back. Keeping the baby, not going after child support because I was determined not to count on anyone else for the well-being of my daughter. But when it came to climbing the ladder in law enforcement, part of my reason for doing so was my dad. He’d wanted me to reach my goal, and my goal was to make him proud.
I’d always wanted to make him proud, even when it wasn’t a big deal. I had been biking around as a traveling notary in Salt Lake City at nineteen when other college students had been applying for food stamps. I had earned scholarships for college. He was the only family I had left now, besides Jenny, and I’d worked hard to make sure he was proud of me. And so my daughter had someone to look up to.
