I move the dress aside with my foot, and with a spark of bravery, I twist my arms behind me and unsnap my bra, then move my arms back and let the undergarment fall down my arms and onto the floor.
Cruz sucks in his breath and makes a deep sound of shock in the back of his throat. Moving slowly toward me, he devours my flesh with his eyes, as his eager mouth slams down on mine. This kiss is a promise of all that's to come. He's taken the leash off his primal side and is showing me his needs.
Moving me carefully, he urges me to lower myself, never breaking contact with my mouth, then he slides his hands under my arms and moves me to the middle of the bed.
Here he breaks contact with my greedy lips to whisper huskily, "Get comfortable, Jo. I'll be back in a few seconds."
As I shift and align myself with the center of the bed and lay my head on the fluffy pillows, Cruz disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth and a towel. I raise my eyebrow at him in question.
His cheeks turn pink, but he tells me anyway. "Um, for cleaning up afterward. I've heard the first time can be a bit, erm, messy?"
He's so sweet standing there in his embarrassment but still thinking of me and my needs. "You thought of everything, huh?" I ask him in a teasing voice.
He smirks, laying the towel and cloth on the side table, then grabbing his pants off the floor and producing a condom and lighter, which he uses to light the candles. I'm giggling at how prepared he is, but when he shuts the lamp off and the room is lit by the soft glow from the candles, my giggles turn into a dreamy sigh. How many girls can claim that they were romanced to this degree for their first time? And how many can claim that they shared it with the boy they loved beyond reason?
The very last of my nerves evaporate and leave me with a sense of anticipation. Cruz is perfect, he's made this room perfect, and our first time together will be perfect.
I'm ready.
Crawling up the bed and over my body, he smiles down at me. "Hey," he says with a sexy smile gracing his lips. He tucks the condom under the pillow my head is resting on. Such a gentleman.
"Hey," I whisper back, then lean up and give him a soft kiss on those beautiful lips.
He moans and deepens the kiss, slowly lowering his body over mine. We both moan when all our parts line up and our skin is against each other. He trails gentle fingers through my hair and down the sides of my body, careful to keep the pace slow.
I need more.
I bring my hands down from where they were kneading his shoulders, to the waist of my panties, lifting my hips slightly, and pushing them down so they are almost completely exposing me.
Cruz freezes above me and gives me a look filled with questions. I simply tell him, "I don't want anything between us now. I need to feel all of you."
He searches my eyes one last time but finds no hesitation or doubt there. With a barely perceptible nod, he raises himself away from my body, kneeling so his legs bracket mine. I watch, holding my breath, as he slowly lowers my underwear down to my knees, then shifts so he can pull them to my ankles. I kick them off, then lay there and wait to see what he does next.
The pupils in his eyes are blown to the point they almost eclipse the blue of his irises, and they blaze with a barely contained fire as he looks at every exposed inch of my skin. "I don't know where to start. Every inch of you is gorgeous and deserves to be loved," he says in a voice laced with desire.
He gently takes my leg and lifts it at the same time he lowers his head, then I feel his warm breath seconds before he begins peppering my skin with soft kisses. I sigh and shift with growing arousal. He takes his time placing tender kisses along my leg but stops at mid-thigh to repeat the process on my other leg.
I never knew it could be this way. I thought we would get naked, have sex, and that was it. I should have known Cruz would blow my expectations out of the water.
Once he's done, he moves back up my body, avoiding the area that is beginning to beat in time with my heart, and places his hands on either side of my head, careful to keep the eager part of his body away from mine.
"This will all happen at your pace. Everything we do tonight will be for you and about you. My pleasure will only happen if I know you're with me in this. I want to prepare your body, but I need to touch you for that, okay?"
"Yes," I say with eager conviction, more than ready for things to start happening.
He kisses my lips softly, then moves one of his hands and places it on my breast. I arch beneath him, telling him to touch me more. He squeezes the flesh, then plucks at my nipple with two fingers. I gasp into his mouth as tingles spread down to the apex of my thighs from that simple action. He continues to torture me this way, then switches arms and does it with the other breast.
By the time he's done, I'm squirming and panting on the bed. He smiles devilishly, then drags his hand down my quivering stomach and cups me in his hand, right there. He nudges my legs apart with his knees and begins gently massaging me in rhythmic circles. My hips jerk up to increase the pressure against his hand and my eyes want to roll back in my head. It feels so good.
Then his hand moves down even further, and he rests the tip of a finger against my opening. Watching my face carefully, he slides the length of his finger into the tight confines of my body. It feels weird, but not in a bad way. He gives his finger a wiggle, and that feels strange too. Then he pulls it out, sliding it back in with another finger. That feels a bit more uncomfortable. When he moves his fingers apart to stretch me, I feel myself trying to move away from the sensation. It's not so pleasant anymore.
"Relax, Jo. I'm not going to hurt you. Your body just isn't used to having anything in there. If I do this first, it won't hurt so much later." He says this like he's an expert on the subject.
I feel a stab of jealousy over his experience and humiliation over my lack of it. "You've had a lot of practice, have you?"
With a sigh, he slips his fingers from me and leans back on his knees. "No, I haven't. Please don't get mad, but I looked up the internet on how to make this as painless for you as possible. I've only slept with one other person. I've done stuff with a few girls from my old school, but I've only had sex once. She was a woman who kept coming into my dad's shop and flirting with me. She was in her twenties, maybe? I was flattered, of course, but not interested. One day, she cornered me in the back room where we take our lunch breaks. I was the last one in the shop. She was very forward, and I was just a sixteen-year-old kid with hormones. It meant nothing and I never saw her again after it happened. I was so disgusted by what I did. Do you want to know why I was disgusted? Because she wasn't you. I never wanted to have sex with anyone else. I only ever pictured myself with you and she took that from me."
I'm stunned by his confession. I pictured a completely different past for him. I never would have imagined a scenario like that. I almost feel sorry for him. How awful for a kid his age to be used by a grown woman like that?
Needing to comfort him, I push myself up so that I am sitting under him and wrap my arms around his waist. "I'm so sorry for being a bitch. I had no idea. I didn't mean to be hateful. I was jealous over the girls you'd been with before me and felt embarrassed that you had to 'prepare' me to have sex with you."
He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head. "Now you know there's no one to be jealous of. In a lot of ways, this will be a first for me too. I just want it to be perfect for you."
"It is perfect. It's going to be perfect. I'm with you and nothing else matters." I tell him honestly.
I lean back down and open my arms to him, where he lowers himself and places both hands on my face. "I would have waited forever for you."
"I'm glad you didn't have to. Make me yours, Cruz. Completely and for always."
Our lips meet and there are no more words needed.
As the kiss deepens, I slide my foot up his leg, then hook my toe on the side of his underwear and push them down. He gets the hint and wiggles the material down his body and kicks his underwear
free to join mine on the floor. With careful movements, he lowers himself back down between the cradle of my legs. I can feel how hard and hot he is as he lays his weight against me there. I squirm with how it feels, and he groans and drops his head to my chest, turning his head to kiss and caress a nipple with his lips. It feels even better than when he used his fingers, the warm heat of his mouth and the soft skin inside sucking and rubbing against such a sensitive spot.
His hips flex and we both suck in our breath at how it feels. Cruz reaches beneath the pillow and leans back to rip the square packet open with his teeth. He tosses the empty packet on the table, then I watch in fascination as he rolls and fits the condom on his healthy size.
A slight sense of panic shoots through me at the thought of something so big being inside me. His fingers weren't exactly comfortable, and he has a lot more length and girth down there than his fingers did.
He must see the panic on my face because he leans back down and kisses me softly. "Hey, it's okay. I promise we'll fit. It might not be good at first, and I know it's going to hurt. I hate the thought of hurting you, even in this way, but after that, it will feel better. I promise."
I nod my head as he lowers his body over mine again and lines himself up with the part of my body that's about to be ripped apart. At least, that's how I feel. I take a breath and remind myself that this is Cruz. He's the only one allowed to hurt me, and it's necessary and temporary. Just like he said, it will be over and then it will feel better.
I feel him shift a bit, then he's poking at the entrance to my body. Lacing our hands together by my head, he locks his eyes with mine and starts to push himself inside.
I feel a sense of fullness and my skin as it stretches and expands around him. Inside, it doesn't hurt as much as the skin around the outside, which burns. He keeps pushing in slowly until I feel him bump against something and there's a slight hint of pain. I flinch from it, unable to prevent my reaction.
Cruz leans in and kisses my lips, then whispers against them, "This is going to hurt, and I can't look at your eyes when I do this and see your pain, but just try to relax and let me in. I'll stop when I'm in all the way and we can take as long as you need."
Before I can take my next breath, he slams forward and rips through the barrier of my body, seating himself completely inside me. There's no way I can relax and I'm squirming under him as tears roll down the side of my face. No one can prepare you for the kind of pain you feel when this happens. It's not agonizing or the worst pain I've ever felt, but it's not pleasant and highly uncomfortable.
Cruz is whispering apologies and begging me to forgive him. I can feel how much it's costing him to remain still and allow me the time I need. His body is vibrating above mine and he is twitching inside of me. It's weird that I can feel that. My body seems to flex around him when he does that and his trembling increases as he blows out a breath.
The pain eases and I squeeze his hands and tell him, "I'm ready."
A low sound vibrates from his chest and he pulls his hips back slowly, dragging himself back out until he's barely resting inside. Then just as slowly, he slides back in. I feel my body relax when there's no more pain, and he isn't hitting anything again.
He brings his forehead up to rest against mine and opens his eyes to search my own. I smile to let him know that I'm good, and he squeezes them shut again and begins to move.
Wow! That feels really… I'm not sure. Good? Like a massage on the inside, but better. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he moans long and loud at the shift in our angle. Even I can feel the difference. It feels really good now.
Cruz drops his face to bury it in my neck as he picks up his pace. He's whispering my name through panting gasps, and I feel his body tensing above me. I know what's coming and I want to make it perfect for him.
I roll my head, so my lips are by his ear and whisper, "I love you."
With an agonized sound of need and pleasure, his hips bump against mine a few more times and then he stiffens above me and groans.
A sense of wonder fills me. I did it. I'm no longer a virgin and I gave the boy I love the most innocent part of myself. I'll always belong to him in a way that no one else can claim.
Especially not Victor.
Revenge
As we walk out of the hotel, both our phones start blowing up with messages and notifications from social media. I scan through the messages and see that both my friends, plus my brother, have sent messages. They all direct me to a YouTube link with instructions to watch it right away.
Cruz glances at me as we walk to where his truck is parked in the guest lot. "Are you getting tags and a link to watch a video?"
"Yes, and I'm not sure what to think about that." I chew on my lip as my finger hovers over the link.
"Together?" He suggests.
We both hit the link at the same time and stop by the truck, leaning against the side, as the video loads on our phones.
At first, I'm not sure what I'm seeing. It looks like one of the hallways from our school, with just about all the kids from Formal lining up against one wall and extending down past the lockers. The video shows the door to one of the bathrooms. I turn the volume up just as Cruz does the same. I'm about to stop watching and say something to Cruz when the scene changes.
An ear-splitting scream can be heard from behind the bathroom door, then it opens to reveal a very irate, and nearly naked, Tisha. She barrels her way past the door before she realizes she's only in her bra and panties, and not alone in the hallway. As she tries to stop and turn around, her feet slide on the ground and she skids across the hall like a seal breaking for water and smacks into a locker covered in what looks like whipped cream. She collapses to the ground, writhing around and trying to get back up, but between the frothy cream and whatever is on the ground, she only manages to look like a baby Gazelle learning to stand.
There are cheers and loud whistles, a lot of laughing, and a very familiar voice chanting, "Who's the dirty one now, bitch? This must be how you look after giving the football team a circle jerk! Your surgeon did a shit job with your tits, slut. We should call you, Titta. Everyone, say it with me!"
I watch with my mouth open and wide eyes. All the kids start chanting that name as Tisha slips and slides as she tries to make her way back to the bathroom, covered in whipped cream and tears streaming down her face. Her hair is trashed, and her makeup is ruined.
She's completely humiliated and shamed, but not going down without a fight.
She manages to gain her feet and spins around. "You should know since you've made your way through half the school!" She screams at Steph.
"Bitch, please. At least I didn't bone the teachers. Yeah, I know all about your little affair with Mr. Compton, the history teacher. What was he teaching you with his dick in your mouth? How to bend the knee?" Steph's sarcastic voice clearly indicates how victorious she feels about that reveal.
Tisha screeches and makes to attack Steph, who is recording the whole scene, but she slips again and goes down with a thud.
You can hear the voice of Mr. Hall, then the kids are scrambling, and the feed ends. Is it wrong that I wanted more?
I look up at Cruz, who is just as stunned by what he just watched, as I am. He clears his throat and says, "What did I just watch?"
"The evil genius of well-planned revenge. Steph outdid herself with his one." Boy, did she ever.
He sputters beside me. "Steph did that?"
I nod my head and smile. "And I think she had some help from my brother."
"Holy shit! Remind me not to piss either of them off." He fake shudders and I find myself laughing.
I look back down to the screen and see that there are almost a million hits on that video already. Tisha is never going to live this down. I wish I could have been there. I want to give my bestie a hug and a high five right now, so I dial her number.
She answers right away. "Tell me you watched it?"
I giggle at how enthused she sounds. "I did. Y
ou are one evil and twisted girl… and I'm so glad you're my friend."
"I'm still riding the high from it! Did you see that terrible boob job? Jesus, her daddy can afford better. Maybe she wasn't sucking his dick hard enough before the surgery and he decided to skimp on a cheaper surgeon." She sounds downright gleeful.
"I can't believe you had everyone call her by that name. It's going to follow her all the way to grad," I tell her.
"One can hope. I can't take all the credit, though. Your bro was the real superstar; getting her naked and running out with her clothes. God, I could fuck him as a reward for having to lead her on like that." She sighs wistfully, and just as I screw up my face at the thought of her doing just that, she changes subjects. "Speaking of fucking, did you do it? Was Cruz the romantic stud you've been dreaming about?"
I blush and mumble into the phone, "Yes, and yes. We are actually just leaving and he's right beside me, so I'm not saying another word." Cruz raises his eyebrows at me, but a smile plays on his lips. Lips I really want to kiss again, but I will have to wait until I get my randy friend off the phone.
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