by Jamie Knight
I tried to function normally, I really did., trying to put all the questions and anticipation out of my mind. Like trying to resist the last cookies on the plate, it didn’t go very well. Every time I tried to do something else, even essential things like sleeping and eating, my mind went back to the tests. It had been a day, and there could be another to come.
The bell of my cell’s ringtone tinkled like fairy laughter. My glass falling into the sink as I reached for it, hoping for good news.
“Hello?
“Hi, am I speaking with Vega Alejo?
“Yes,” I said, my heart pounding, “This is she.
“Great. My name is Cassidy. Mr. Boucher sent me to pick you up.”
“Wh-wait, you mean, like, now?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I’d been chosen. This was real, and I was going to be Hugo Boucher’s “valentine.”
This was insane, but the excitement flooding my veins was more intense than the most powerful caffeine buzz. I’d never packed so fast in my entire life. The single suitcase was still revealing new and interesting surprises days later.
“Packing light?” Cassidy asked.
Short but powerful, she leaned against the classic Coup Deville. Resplendent in a sleek black suit with crisp white shirt. Her copper hair was artfully cropped into a pixie cut that flattered a pretty face.
“I like to keep things simple,” I replied breathlessly
“Me too.
She opened the back door with a flourish, even throwing in a little bow that made me laugh. The soft leather creaked under me as Cassidy closed the door, sealing my fate and resigning me to the future.
The landscape rolled outside the window like a film reel. Switching from downtown streets, to manicured suburbs, and finally to open highway. An expanse that would follow us the rest of the way there.
Time began to blur, my excitement leaving me unable to tell if it was minutes or hours passing me by. I hadn’t really thought about how long the drive would be. All I knew was that Hugo lived in California, which narrowed it down a bit. Even if it could still be hours.
I hadn’t exactly done much exploring of the state, spending most of the last five years in San Jose and rarely venturing out. It seemed longer, of course, it always did without a reference point, but it was actually just under two hours on the road. The green expanses of the wine country appeared like an oasis in the desert.
The car took a turn, its first in over an hour. The smooth pavement of the highway turned to the bump and grind of gravel as we rolled up on the house. Just as a light rain began to dot the windshield.
Standing like a footman outside a carriage, Cassidy opened an umbrella at the same time as the door, giving me shelter as we walked from the car to the house. I gazed in awe at the remarkable structure, which was built in an 18th century French style. A beautiful building out of place and time. Suddenly, the term ‘anachronistic’ had a new dimension of meaning.
Delivered safely to the door, I was left to my own devices. Cassidy ventured back out into the gathering deluge to put the car in the garage. Better to prevent rusting. Even that far from the open ocean.
“You must be Vega.
I’d never heard my name so much outside of school. It was disconcerting, but kind of nice as well. This most recent instance had originated from a pleasant looking older woman who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Yes,” I said, my vocabulary still handicapped by wonderment.
“This way please, he is waiting for you.
“Are you his maid?” I asked as we went deeper down the hall.
“Maid, head cook, gardener, surrogate mother, you name it,” she chuckled, “Here we are.
The door was as heavy as it looked. Creaking dramatically on old hinges as I entered the study. A true paragon of the type, complete with roaring fire, and bookcases so high they required a ladder. The door closed behind me, leaving little choice but to approach.
Inch by inch, he came into view. Like a rotoscope as I came around the couch. Looking like a painting as he read on the antique couch. Dressed more casually than I expected in slacks and a black sweater.
“What are you reading?” I choked out, my mouth going a little dry at the sight of him
It seemed like as good a place to start as any. Books, and their creation, particularly as a physical object, were our major point of commonality.
“The Plague.
“Sounds depressing.
“It is Camus,” he said with a shrug.
His eyes never left the page. A compulsion I understood more than I probably should have. Glass houses and all that.
“May I sit?
“Please,” he replied, gently patting the cushion to his right.
I curled up next to him as he continued to read. Basking in the warm crackle and pop of the fire as it devoured the logs. It was odd, but even his silence was oddly comfortable. I was almost resisting the urge to lay my head on his shoulder
“Is that a first edition?”
I meant to remain silent, but when I saw the page I had to wonder. The text was French, which came as a little bit of a surprise. More unique were the font and imprint depth. Indicating a pre-1980s printing process. Camus died in 1960, so the dates fit.
“Tres bon,” he said warmly, his accent flawless.
He put the book down on the low coffee-table. Setting it next to a clipboard I hadn’t noticed until then.
“There we go,” he said, turning his beautiful gaze to me, “my apologies, I wanted to finish that chapter.
“I understand all too well,” I replied with a laugh.
“Shall we go over the contract?”
“Please.
I may well have been the only person in recent history to beg for a business contract. Yet that was what I had come to.
He handed me the clipboard with attached pen. Much like the one Nina had brought. I wondered if he did all the paperwork. A pondering I soon confirmed as I read over the contract. By far the most beautifully put legally-binding document I had ever encountered.
For all its elegance, it also laid things out plainly. What would be expected of me and what he would do in return. I had expected something more one-sided. There seemed to be a fair amount of reciprocity baked into the DNA of the agreement, besides the bonus he was offering. It was always nice to find a way for everyone to benefit.
Hand steady as a rock, I plucked the pen from its perch and signed on the dotted line. My usually clean signature coming out as a quick scribble.
“Excellent.
Hugo took back the clipboard, returning it to its previous place. Never taking his eyes off me.
“Are you ready?”
For my dreams to come true? My wildest, craziest fantasy? The word burst out of me before I could think twice. “Yes.
It was absolutely surreal, a whirlwind, too fast, but somehow perfect. We fell into each other. Kissing passionately but also gently, Hugo giving me time to keep up with him as I learned. It was my first experience after all, and he was wonderfully patient. I thought he might take me right there on the couch. In front of the roaring fire, surrounded by books. Awkward as it was sure to be in terms of maneuvering, I couldn’t think of anywhere more perfect.
I barely sensed it as he lifted me from the couch. My entire body weight supported by his powerful arms as he cradled me like a baby. Continuing to kiss me all the way along, even up the old staircase, Hugo brought me to the master bedroom.
As the mattress of the Edwardian four-poster came up beneath me, I wondered how many people had been in that room. Let alone that house. Not only for the purpose for which I had arrived, a towel already laid out on the duvet, but in general. I got the feeling I was part of a very small and select group. One of the few Hugo thought he could give himself to. I was determined not to disappoint.
My shirt was lifted up over my head. Unveiling my breasts as I’d neglected to wear a bra. I’d st
ill been naked when Cassidy called and didn’t want to take any extra steps. A decision which had apparently worked to my advantage.
Moving down my neck, Hugo worked his way along to my chest, his warm, gentle breath delightful on my bare skin. A lovely tingle ran through me as he licked gently along my right breast, taking my tender nipple in his mouth.
“Oh!” I moaned, filled with the most delicious pleasure.
Hugo teased me tenderly, before moving over to the other nipple, which he had been stimulating with his fingers. He applies same treatment to the moist one on the right, as he switched over to the left. Even this, just teasing my nipples, is almost enough to set me over the edge. Clearly he was a multi-talented man.
His hands on my sides, holding me still, Hugo moved down, getting ever closer to his final goal. On the way he stopped at my stomach, his wonderful tongue stimulating me in ways I’d never even thought possible. He brings me to previously unimagined realms of joy. Particularly for something so simple. I would never regard my belly the same way again.
Eventually, he made it to his destination, his chin brushing my belt as he kissed down toward my pelvis. I thought he might use his teeth. Not that I would have much minded, interested to see how such a thing might be done. Instead, he caressed both hands up my thighs, his gentle warmth detectable through the denim, and slowly, sensually, undid my belt. Followed closely by the top button of my jeans, working the zipper down inch by inch, releasing the scent of my excitement.
It was torturous, Hugo slowly, teasingly working my jeans down my legs until finally getting them off and away. I hadn’t worn panties either. My wet, young pussy was waiting for him as soon as he got my jeans off.
Taking pity on me, he did not prolong my suffering. He kissed his way up my inner thigh, the trip ending with a light lick across the length of my aching pussy. A feeling I’d had many times before but didn’t understand the cause. Or how easy and pleasurable the solution.
His talented tongue glided across my tender, virgin lips. Making all sorts of geometric shapes, only some of which I recognized but all of which felt amazing. Adding a practical use for geometry to his list of achievements.
As he licked, beginning to focus his attentions on my clit, he wet a finger and slipped it inside me. Just the tip at first. My tight pussy responding immediately. With gentle urging, particularly by his tongue, Hugo coaxed my pussy open. To where he could get a finger most of the way in. It was still a snug fit. Every movement perceptible as he moved in me but he was so tender, it only added to the already considerable pleasure.
I came in a burst. Like a dam falling and with much the same result. I’d expected more of a build-up, a preamble before the main event but I was eager to get there. For a moment, I thought I might pass out. Pure, dizzying pleasure almost more than my mind could hold. Sweet Hugo helped me keep my hold on reality. Lightly kissing my still tingling pussy. Easing me back down to earth from my halcyon high.
“Fuck,” I exhaled.
“Not yet, my darling,” he chuckled, licking his lips with a smug smirk, “But soon.
Rising to his feet, Hugo again towered over me. Not that that was difficult, I was only five-two in heels. A curse of my family line, even the men rarely breaking five-nine. Hugo was of different stock. Carrying his six-two frame with elegant grace.
I could see it. The outline anyway. Like in my fantasy. His magnificent manhood rebelling against the inside of his slacks, yearning to be free. Hands slightly shaking but my breath steady, I returned the favor he had done for me. Revealing his gorgeous form. His beautiful cock standing out at a right angle from his body. Softly pulsing.
Getting my hand most of the way around his shaft, I lay my ear to his chest. Listening to his heartbeat as I felt it thrum through me. Pressing his hands gently on my shoulders, Hugo guided me down onto my knees. My mouth hovered inches away from his truly massive member. I wasn’t entirely sure the whole thing would fit in my mouth. Though I was more than willing to try.
I felt everything. The bulk of his shaft caressing against the insides of my cheeks as I took him in. He had an amazing amount of length, and his cock was thick to boot. Even so, I did my best to get as much in as I could, short of choking myself. Knowing enough to know I probably wasn’t ready to deep-throat. At least not yet.
When I’d reached my limit, just over a third of his full length in my mouth, Hugo took over. Though I’d thought I was expected to try and suck him off, Hugo was more thoughtful than that. For my first blowjob, I didn’t have to do much. Mostly my task was to just keep sucking him gently as Hugo tenderly fucked my face, letting me get a sense of how deep and far I had to suck in order to get him off. Information I was pleased to have and looked forward to using the next time. For that moment however, he had other things on his mind.
Tilting back my head with his fist wrapped in my hair, Hugo started to cum. Delivering a full hot load of his thick, tasty seed into my eager little mouth. He watched as I swallowed down every last drop happily.
“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my cheek as I swallow down his final load.
Putting his cock back into my mouth so I could suck it clean, Hugo then placed me back on the bed. This time on my back, near the edge, taking my ankles in both his hands. There was no doubt, or even remorse. Hugo was going to fuck me.
Small jolts of joy blasted up from my pussy. Hugo stroking his hard, warm head against it, getting me ready for entry. I was nervous but also elated. Whatever momentary pain might come, there was so much pleasure still to follow. The very potential made me giddy. Adrenaline and endorphins flying around my system like bingo balls.
My legs were up, which made sense in a way. I hadn’t given much thought to exactly how it would happen. I knew there were different positions, but the distinction was as lost to me as the numbers on a set of golf clubs. Hugo was a master, or so it seemed.
Confidently, he positioned me exactly how he wanted, my ass partially hanging over the edge of the bed, my legs supported on his elbows. Holding them up and open at the same time. Giving him full access to my pussy.
He could have just shoved it right in there. I couldn’t have stopped him, nor would I have wanted to in this moment. He didn’t, though. Maintaining the theme of the evening, he was kind, patient and ever so gentle. I couldn’t have chosen a better man to take my virginity than him.
With one last gentle stroke, Hugo eased into me. Getting the head of his cock into my pussy without incident. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. All at once, I knew what all the fuss had been about. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as he started to move. The head of his cock stroking against both my clit and, what I’d discovered to be my g-spot, at the same time. Getting a little further in with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I squeaked when the strain and stretch caused a flash of pain.
He backed off, not seeming to want to hurt me by going too fast. We rested for a moment. His beautiful cock pulsed deep in my pussy as I gathered my courage.
“Okay,” I finally said with a nod.
He moved forward again. Even slower than before. Seeming to angle his cock as he approached. Pressing right up against the bloom of my youth, an then through it. Finally and irrevocably making a woman out of me. The innocence of girlhood swept away for a new understanding.
The pain only lasted a few seconds. It was pretty bad, but still not the worst I’d ever felt. I also knew it was fleeting. It would fade, never to return. There was only one chance at a first time. Thank goodness for that.
Hugo stayed in me after. There was probably blood but I didn’t want to look. The pain was gone and I’d gone back to feeling good, savoring the feeling of his cock inside me as he filled me to the limit.
When I’d had time to recover, he started to move again. Giving me a good, proper fuck, granting me all the pleasure of a woman. It felt amazing. All of my senses filled with pure delight. I shouted out in Catalan. Something along the lines of �
�sweet fucking yes! Harder! Please!’ The thinking part of my brain had mostly shut down, along with my English-language knowledge. I was reacting on pure instinct.
Hugo fucked me harder. Building up to the point that he was absolutely pounding my pussy. Slamming his massive cock between my tender lips, both of us getting ever closer to the end.
I shook and wailed, and Hugo held me tight as I orgasmed. Every cell of my being collecting into a single mass and exploding in unison.
The light returned and Hugo was kissing me. Nuzzling gently into my neck. I couldn’t feel my legs but they still moved when I tried. More to the point, Hugo’s cock was no longer inside me.
“D-did you c-cum?” I managed.
“Not yet, I was waiting for you. I didn’t know if you were on birth-control.”
“N-no.”
“I would imagine not. Being a virgin and all. I probably should have used a condom.”
I blushed, too flustered to have put it together myself. I knew it was reckless, but I hadn’t even thought about it. At least he could see the humor in the situation.
“You can take care of it now if you like.
“Yes, please,” I said it like a child asked if she would like more dessert. Hugo shifted so he was on his knees beside me, his cock inches from my face. Rolling onto my side, I did my best not to just swallow it.
With Hugo gently holding my hair, I used everything I’d learned from him face-fucking me, to give him the very best blowjob I could muster, enjoying the taste of myself on him, too. I must have done a decent job, considering it took him only about ten minutes to cum. Though part of that could be the fact he’d been waiting from my pussy for goodness knew how long. I really did want to try and make it up to him.
He filled my mouth with his sweet cum and I swallowed it all down. Continuing to suck him clean after I was finished. He had already been so kind to me. It really was the least I could do. I wasn’t sure what the most I could do was yet, but was pretty sure we would find out soon enough.
“Come on,” he said, lifting me from the bed.