She smiled and lifted one shoulder. The slippery material slid down one of her arms, baring the top of one gorgeous tit.
“I had help. And I wanted to be wearing it tonight. Because like you said . . .” She moved closer to me, until her knees rested next to my legs. “Go big or go home, right?”
I couldn’t wait another moment. Sitting up, I reached for her, hauling her body over mine. “God, babe. You’re beautiful. Absolutely . . . gorgeous.” My hands touched the hot, bare skin of her flat stomach and traveled upwards to fill my palms with her boobs, loose beneath the jersey.
“You do realize I’ll never put on this jersey without picturing you in it, right?”
She laughed. “I like that.” She kissed my neck, moving her mouth up to my face and then my lips. “I like what you’re doing to me even more.”
“Good, because that’s what I want to do. I want to make you feel incredible.” I raised the jersey out of the way, baring her boobs to me, and took one pink nipple into my mouth. She arched toward me and held my head in place.
I’d never been with a virgin before. I’d heard stories, and since Quinn and I had been together, I’d done some reading on the internet. Research. What I knew for sure was that this might not be a fun night for her, not the way it would be for me. But I also knew I could make her feel damn good before the less comfortable part began.
“Lay down.” I flipped her over onto her back and stripped the shirt off her. “This jersey? Best idea ever. But now it’s in my way.”
Once it was gone, I sat back on my heels, taking her in. We’d been messing around for a while now, making out in cars or in quiet hallways or on the sofa in her parents’ house after they’d gone to bed. I’d made her come, and she’d done the same for me.
But I’d never seen her completely naked, laid out before me, and seeing her now? I had to take a couple of deep calming breaths so that I didn’t embarrass myself by coming right there.
Her boobs were average size, but on Quinn, they were perfect. Her stomach was flat and her hips flared down into long and slender legs. In the middle of them lay paradise.
I was shaking a little as I bent over her, my mouth sucking gently on one nipple and then the other. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“If you’re uncomfortable or need a minute, just tell me.” I kissed a line down from her breasts. “But try to relax, and I promise I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” She sounded so full of trust, and that responsibility weighed on me. I had to make this as perfect for her as I could.
I laid my head down on her stomach, my mouth just above the juncture of her legs. With one hand, I nudged her thighs apart, and she acquiesced, allowing me entrance.
I slipped two fingers into her folds, just tracing her seam, moving up and down until her breath started to come faster. I shifted to lie between her legs, parted her and covered her with my mouth. This was new territory for us; I’d made her come with my hand before, but oral sex was a challenge in some tight spaces. Although now that my tongue was licking her sex, I was pretty sure I’d figure out a way to make this happen much more often, no matter where we were.
As soon as my mouth touched her, she arched her back, gasping. “Leo—God—oh my God. That’s . . .”
“Not good?” I found her clit and teased it with my tongue.
“No. I mean, yes, so good, but intense. I’m—it feels so good. I’m going to come too fast.”
“That’s what I want, babe. Go ahead. Relax and let it happen. Come against my mouth. It’ll make everything easier for you tonight.”
A small line formed between her closed eyes, and I reached up a hand to touch her arm.
“Hey. Don’t hide. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She slowly raised her head, her eyes going wide at the sight of me with my mouth on her pussy. “Sometimes it’s even more intense if you’re watching. You know, involve all the senses. Touch . . .” I sucked her clit between my lips. “Sight . . .” I smiled at her. “Hearing me tell you how much you’re turning me on . . .” I licked her again. “And taste. Baby, you taste so fucking delicious.”
Without pausing, I slipped two fingers inside her and pressed my tongue against her. She cried out, pressing her core against my face as she rocked, her orgasm long and intense. It was the most singularly sexy thing I’d ever seen in my life.
I rode it out with her, touching her gently, kissing the insides of her thighs, until she tugged on my hair. “Too much. Too sensitive.” Her hands reached lower for me as I crawled up her body. “And I want to touch you. I want you . . . I want you inside me.”
“It’s where I want to be, too.” I kissed her, tangling our tongues, pressing our hips together so that my dick rubbed between her legs. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come, Mia? If I had the talent to paint, that’s what I’d do. I’d paint your portrait, right at the second when you’re so caught up in the pleasure that you can hardly breathe, and your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes just shine.”
“You make me feel beautiful.” Her slim fingers closed around me, and I sucked in a breath. “When you’re touching me, it’s like there’s nothing I couldn’t do.” She teased her thumb around the head of my cock, slippery with pre-come. “I want to make you feel just as good.”
“You always do.” I kissed her cheek, her chin, her nose. “Mia, you know, if you’re not ready for this, we can wait. I don’t want to push you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it.”
She smiled, her lips curving lazily. “Leo, this was my decision. I do feel like I have to do it, but not like you’re thinking. I have to do it because I love you so much, I can’t imagine not doing it.” She tilted her head up to kiss me. “I want you to be my first and my only. I don’t ever want anyone else touching me like you do. You’re my best friend, and I want you to be my lover, too.”
I smoothed her hair back, staring down into her bright eyes. “I love you, Mia Quinn. I will always love you, with everything I have.”
Quinn touched my cheek. “Then make love to me. Make me yours.”
I rolled over and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling with the box of condoms. Once I had one out, I ripped open the small package, as Quinn pushed up on one elbow.
“I want to see how you do it. Like, for real, not just with a banana.”
I laughed. “Health class, huh? Okay.” I held the rubber over my dick and rolled it down over the shaft.
Quinn touched me, trailing the tips of her fingers over the condom. “It feels different. I like feeling you, bare.”
I lay down next to her. “I’ve never had sex without a condom, babe. If you want to go on birth control eventually, we can talk about it, but for now, this is keeping you safe.” I palmed one of her tits. “And don’t worry. It won’t feel that different once I’m inside.”
“I guess you’ll have to prove it to me.” She rubbed her hand up and down my cock, cupping my balls.
“That sounded like a challenge.” I pushed her onto her back. “I want your tits, babe. I want to suck on those pretty nipples until you’re begging me to be inside of you.”
Her laughter ended on a gasp as I closed my mouth over one tip, biting gently. With my hand, I teased the other boob, tantalizing and tracing circles with the tip of my finger until she was writhing beneath me again.
I raised myself over her, holding my weight on one arm and using my free hand to position my dick between her legs. Remembering something I’d read, I rubbed the head over her pussy, getting her used to the feel of me before I settled at her entrance.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” I was panting, but I needed her to understand that she was in control. “Okay?”
She nodded. “I’m all right. Really, Leo. I am.”
I pushed in a little, gritting my teeth. Every molecule of my body wanted to pump inside her tight channel until I came, and going slow was an excruciating pleasure. Canting my hips, I slid in a little more, meeting some re
sistance.
“Okay?” I ground out the word.
“Yeah.” She was breathless again, a little tense. “I’m fine. You can—you can move more.”
I knew this was going to be the worst part. Taking a deep breath, I thrust into her, feeling the last barrier give way.
Quinn gasped and pressed her lips together, but within a minute or two, I could feel her begin to relax. “All right. Better now. Are you good?”
Good? I was in fucking paradise. She was so damned tight that I knew if I moved at all, I’d blow my load. “Yeah, babe, I’m more than good. You sure I’m not hurting you?”
“I feel very full.” She shifted a little, which changed the angle of where I lay inside her.
I groaned. “Mia, I can’t hold back any more. Sorry—” As though of its own accord, my hips began thrusting into her, pulling out and plunging back in, an exquisite form of torture.
Quinn murmured my name and wrapped those long legs around my waist. That was my undoing. I came hard, pushing into her body with everything I had, calling out her name as the orgasm gripped me.
“Babe. Mia.” I couldn’t catch my breath. “My God.” I rolled her over with me, keeping her body as close to mine as I could. “Are you all right?”
“Mmmhmmmm.” Her hands played over my back. “More than all right.” I felt her sigh wash over my chest. “Was it—was I okay? I mean, I’m sure being with someone who doesn’t have any idea what she’s doing isn’t great.”
“Mia, I told you. This is you and me. There aren’t comparisons, and I don’t keep score.” I tipped her chin up and kissed her nose. “But if I did, you’d blow away all my experience. Because you’re mine. My Mia, only mine. All right?”
She nodded. “All right.”
“Now . . .” I withdrew slowly from her body. “I’ll be right back.”
I stalked into the bathroom, took care of the condom and ran the water until it was warm enough to soak a washcloth. When I came back to bed, I carefully helped her to clean up.
“Do we really have all night?” I slid back under the covers and pulled her against my chest.
“I do, as long as my parents don’t go to Gia’s house to check up on me. I don’t know about you, though.”
“Sometimes I flop at Matt’s after parties. My parents won’t worry.”
“Then we’re both golden.” She smiled up at me sleepily. “What will we do with all that time alone?”
I growled against her neck. “Don’t worry, Mia. You’re not the only one with plans.”
Quinn
I’d spent my first two years of high school dreaming about being Leo’s girlfriend. I’d built some amazing fantasies about what that would look like.
None of those dreams even began to touch how wonderful it was.
Over that winter, after football ended, we fell into a routine. Leo picked me up for school each day. We ate lunch together, and if I didn’t always feel entirely comfortable with his football friends, that was a very small price to pay.
Nate wouldn’t eat with us, though. The first time I’d asked him, he’d looked at me like I’d sprouted a second head.
“You want me to eat with Mike Anders and Brent Collins? No, thanks.”
I’d felt that familiar tearing sensation, the one that hit me whenever Nate wanted me to do one thing and Leo asked me to do another. I hated having to choose between them.
But before I could say anything else, Nate had added, “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to start working in the computer lab over lunch anyway.”
I convinced myself that he would’ve done that, anyway. As much as I worried over Nate, it wasn’t unusual for him to do things without considering how they might affect me. He probably hadn’t even thought twice about letting me eat lunch alone.
After school, I hung out in the newspaper office while Leo lifted in the weight room. Even in the off-season, he had to keep in shape, and he’d told me the coach was working with him especially, because there had already been several colleges expressing interest in him.
My parents had laid down some rules about when we could and couldn’t go out during the school week. Leo was always welcome to join us for dinner, and he often did, although we ate with his family, too. Lisa didn’t cook very much anymore, so once or twice a week, I’d usually make dinner for the four of us.
And on weekends, we’d go out, either to the movies, to dinner or to a party. If there was any part of dating Leo that made me uneasy, it was the parties he liked. Sitting in a crowded house surrounded by drunk kids, while a cloud of smoke from the people puffing weed hung in the air, wasn’t my idea of fun. The closest thing we had to arguments were over those parties.
But even so, I was happy. Nate seemed to be recovering well from his last illness, and he and Leo had reached some sort of détente. Leo couldn’t have been a more loving or attentive boyfriend. We didn’t have many opportunities to be truly alone, so we did push a few boundaries; there were nights when Leo would sneak up to my bedroom after my parents had gone to bed. We’d turn on my TV or music to cover any noises, and then we’d make love on my bed. Afterwards, Leo held me in his arms, whispering into my ear.
“I hate that I can’t stay all night with you. I like waking up with you next to me.” He blew softly on the earlobe he’d just been nibbling.
“I know. Me, too.” I turned to face him. “But we just have another year of high school left. Then we go to college.”
Leo’s mouth tightened. “What if we end up across the country from each other? I don’t know where I’m going to go to school. It depends on who gives me the best deal.”
“So once you know, I’ll apply there, too.” I snuggled up against him, my eyes drifting shut. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“Of course I do. But things don’t always work out. What if you don’t get in where I do? Or what if your parents want you to go somewhere else?”
I sighed. Both sets of our parents had begun making noises about us being together so much. Mine reminded me often that I was too young to base important decisions like college on my high school boyfriend and where he was going. My dad more than once brought up the appeal of making smart choices for my future.
I did a lot of nodding and smiling. But I wasn’t worried, because I knew Leo and I would work it all out. For now, life was too good to ruin it by obsessing over the future. The present was way too much fun.
“Look at us, going out on a date like real people.” Leo smiled at me from across the table. “At a restaurant, even. Not just the pizza place.”
“I’ve wanted to try this place forever.” I glanced around the dimly-lit room. “It’s supposed to be the best Italian restaurant around here.”
“Yeah, the food’s good. Coach had them cater one of our Twelfth Man dinners.”
I held up one finger. “No football talk on a date in the off-season. Remember? This is when I get you all to myself.”
Leo raised his eyebrows. “And you’ve been making good use of that time, too.” He reached for my hand. “Which reminds me. My dad and mom stayed in the city tonight, since Mom’s got an early doctor’s appointment. Guess who has the house to himself?”
I pretended to think. “Hmmm. Who could it be? Maybe Dylan or Beau?” Of all the football team, those two were the friendliest to me. They both had steady girlfriends, but Leo liked to tease me that he was jealous of the attention they paid me.
“Ha, ha, ha. I guess I won’t invite you to come have dessert . . . up in my bedroom.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I was going to get us canolis to go. And then paint you with the cream inside them.”
I swallowed hard. “Can we skip the entrée?”
It wasn’t surprising to me that our sexual chemistry was off the charts. Leo was a very physical guy, and he’d always been very tactile. And for someone who hadn’t really been interested in sex before now, I’d found that I loved being touched and held, as long as it was Leo making love to me.
But
I was relieved, too, that we had so much else in common. We could talk football for hours—pro and college, as well as high school—and Leo had taken an interest in the newspaper, too. He’d sat in on a few layout and folding parties, making the younger girls on staff swoon when he smiled at them. He and Jake had found that they liked each other; sometimes they even played video games together, while I sat nearby reading.
Nate still wasn’t thrilled that we were dating, but slowly, he thawed enough that the three of us could hang out again. Leo and I were both careful not to make him feel like a third-wheel, and sometimes, it felt like the old days: the Trio back together again.
Best of all, Leo and I spent most of our waking, non-school hours together, and so far, neither of us was tired of the other yet. If everything could have stayed exactly as it was then, life would’ve been perfect forever.
In mid-March, though, things began to change.
Lisa had gone through two grueling cycles of chemo, and she was finally ready for her bone marrow transplant. Her sister, who lived in Philadelphia, was the donor, and everyone in the family had high hopes for her recovery once this procedure was over. But I knew Leo was anxious about it. His mom was going to be in the hospital for a long time, possibly several months, and there were risks. He didn’t like to talk about it, and when I tried to bring it up, he changed the subject.
At the same time, spring football began. After months of relative freedom, Leo was once again committed to daily practices and weekly games. Of course, the spring session wasn’t as intense or as important as fall was, but it was still time-consuming. It also meant that Leo was spending more and more time with his football buddies, and there were more parties, too.
Parties were on my mind one Friday afternoon in late March, as I sat in the newspaper office with Gia and Jake, brainstorming about our next several issues. Leo had told me that morning that Matt had invited everyone over Saturday night to celebrate the spring season. I was less than enthusiastic, and as Jake brought up story ideas that afternoon, I was still preoccupied, brooding.
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