by Alexx Andria
And, by proxy, Dex.
What if Dex got hurt because of me?
I’m sure Dex could take care of himself but at some point, even the most skilled let their guard down and I couldn’t live with myself if Dex got killed over me.
The world needed Dex’s DNA out there.
Ack. There go my procreating hormones again...
Back on topic...my gaze drifted to my jeans, knowing that a pair of hairy legs were hiding beneath that denim.
And a bushy bush.
Why hadn’t I been more interested in girlie stuff like waxes and stuff like that before now?
Because the idea of paying someone to rip my hair out by the root in the most sensitive spot on my body wasn’t high on my priority list.
Another thought came to me. What if he didn’t like my vagina!
I read that there are all different kinds and shapes.
I had no idea what mine was but what if it was the kind he was grossed out by?
I considered unzipping my jeans so I could examine my nether regions but what if Dex returned and found me, pants around my ankles and me trying to ogle my lady parts?
Dread at all the horrifying scenarios that could possibly happen pre-coitus crowded my thoughts.
This was why I was still a virgin — the details were overwhelming.
It was a wonder the human species had survived this long.
If it were up to me, given how riddled with anxiety I was, I would be the end of life as we knew it.
Maybe this was the sort of thing a girl talked to her mom about.
Or not.
I didn’t know.
My mom died when I was a teenager.
She hadn’t been the most communicative — definitely an artsy type.
What I remembered most about my mom was her penchant for staring off into space, paintbrush hanging idly from her fingertips, forgotten, and a Sarah Mclachlan CD playing.
In case it wasn’t clear, my mom had suffered from depression.
So, not really sure that sex questions would’ve been in her wheelhouse.
I often thought my mom had been born in the wrong era.
She was much more suited for the Victorian age, where she could be pampered and petted and basically treated like an expensive China doll on display.
I frowned, wondering, not for the first time, how my mother had paid our bills.
An artist by nature but certainly not a businesswoman, my mom had treated the necessities of life — grocery shopping, paying the electric bill — tiresome.
Which was why I did those things as soon as I was old enough.
Could it be that my mom had pissed someone off in her art circles?
I suppose anything was possible but the idea was truly far-fetched.
Frankly, I think my mother orbited another planet...or dimension.
So unless she’d pissed someone off in Narnia, I couldn’t imagine my mom interacted with another human being in a way that would warrant killing me in revenge.
And, even if it were some kooky revenge plot, they were way late.
My mom had died quite some time ago and was likely some really distracted angel up in heaven, dreaming about things I’ll never understand.
Much like she had on Earth.
My sinuses tingled.
Oh, crap. I knew better than to think about my mom.
#Unresolvedissues
I shook off the melancholy and dragged my thoughts back to Dex and the issue at hand, even if it was maddeningly impossible to figure out.
I climbed from the bed and walked into the single bathroom. The cracked tile was in the same poor shape as the rest of the house and a layer of dust covered everything.
Let’s see what Dex considers completely stocked...
Opening cupboards, I noted extra toilet paper (good call), towels, and (aha!) toiletries.
Travel size soaps and toothpaste, extra toothbrushes, and, lucky me, disposable razors and shaving cream.
I’d hit the Motherlode.
I could weed whack my legs and trim down the unruly bush to some semblance of chic and then, maybe I could greet Dex on the bed, all sexy-like, saying something along the lines, “Take me, big boy!” and let him plow my virginity into oblivion.
Yeah. So sexy.
Okay, so I think I already admitted I knew nothing of seduction.
But even as I bantered back and forth with myself on the best way to attempt at being sexy, the sound of Dex coming through the front door had me dashing from the bathroom in a panic.
With the razor still clutched in my hand.
9
DEX
My thoughts still worrying the situation at hand, I set down the grocery bags and went to find Bree with the intention of apologizing for practically mauling her but it seemed Bree had other plans.
Lo and behold, I found her all right — and by the looks of the razor held tightly in Bree’s hand — trying to escape.
“This is what I’d call the beginning of a trust issue,” I murmured in a cool tone. Did she really think she was going to cut me with a disposable razor?
Her mouth dropped open when she saw me, then, seemed to realize she was holding the razor. “Oh! Uh, this is not what it looks like,” she protested but the flush in her cheeks made her look guilty as hell. “No, honestly, I swear, I was...uh, thinking of showering.”
I continued to regard her with suspicion, causing a rabble of words to fall from her mouth as she tried to explain but honestly, I think I stopped listening as soon as she said the word ‘shower’ and my man-brain took over.
Bree in the shower.
Bree naked.
Bree slippery and wet.
“...And then, well, I don’t know what kind of vagina you like and I didn’t want you to think I was a wookie, so I thought I could tidy things up a bit-“
I stopped short. Did she just say...vagina? “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused and terribly aroused all over again. “What about a wookie?”
Bree looked exasperated at me for having to explain all over again. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared. “You know what, screw it. This crap is too complicated for someone like me who isn’t into day spas and sitting in mud up to my eyeballs with cucumbers on my eyes — cucumbers are for eating, not for your eyeballs — and honestly, women were made to have hair on their bodies, so it’s really unnatural to shave everything off, particularly in that area. I could seriously injure myself trying to shave every hair from my hoo-ha and how would I explain that kind of injury to the emergency room doctor without dying from total mortification? So, if you don’t like my vagina or anything else on my body, you can just stick your judgment up your ass because this is a one-time offer, buddy!”
Words. I didn’t have them.
“What. The. Fuck. Are you talking about? How the hell did we segue from razors to vaginas to...what offer?” I finally managed to ask.
Her cheeks were flaming red by now. Whatever she was rambling about had embarrassed the shit out of her.
I still had no clue what had just happened but I had a raging hard-on and I was really fucking confused as to why.
“Ughhhh, just forget it!”
Bree spun on her heel and practically ran back to the bedroom, presumably to hide.
But I needed answers, like, quick.
“Bree...”
“Go away,” she mumbled from beneath the pillow clutched over her head. “I’m waiting for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.”
I wanted to bite her cute ass.
I smiled and grabbed both ankles to yank her out from under the pillow. She yelped and her flushed face was adorably splotched as I flipped her over.
Instead of looking at me, she stared at the ceiling in rebellious silence.
“Look, I’m not so good at deciphering woman-speak so if you could just spell it out for me...that’d be great.”
Bree’s mouth pursed as if she were holding back a burp then, she covered
her face with her arms as she started talking. “I was going to have sex with you, because, duh, you’re hot and even though you were going to kill me, now that you’re not, it might be a good idea to see what all the fuss is about before I potentially die.”
Before my brain could fully process what she was saying, Bree sat up abruptly, near bumping me in the nose with her forehead.
“I hadn’t really thought about it before but I realized I don’t want to die a virgin.”
The spit dried in my mouth.
Bree was untouched?
No man had ever breached those thighs, parted those long legs?
My heartbeat thundered in my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
“And then I thought of other things, like what if you don’t like my vagina? Or the fact that I have hairy legs? And...other hairy things? I’m no supermodel, you know. And I’m sure you’re accustomed to knocking boots with strippers and porn stars who can swivel on your penis like a Cirque de Soleil act but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and...it’s...intimidating.”
That last admission came out in a tiny voice that pulled at my heart.
She was worried I wouldn’t like her vagina?
Was this really a thing women worried about?
I realized she was still staring at me, waiting for my response, practically vibrating with female insecurity.
How could I say that I didn’t care if she was covered in fur, I’d still want to bury myself balls deep inside her hot pussy?
Crude as hell but the raw truth.
I couldn’t explain it either.
Everything about Bree turned me on.
Even the prospect of muff-diving into that hairy bush.
Hell, in my current frame of mind, I’d willingly floss my teeth with her pubes if it meant I could taste that sweet cherry.
“Bree...”
She dared to meet my gaze, her voice tremulous. “Yeah?”
“You worry about stupid shit.”
Before she could protest, I grabbed her by the crook of the neck and laid my claim on that mouth, kissing her hard and deep, a preview of what I was going to do to that pristine pussy.
Bree didn’t know it yet, but she was all mine. I was going to plow that body and leave her shaking because when I was through, she’d never open her legs again without thinking of me, of how I was the first to break her apart.
Saddle up, baby girl. Shit’s about to get real between you and me.
Starting...right...now.
10
BREE
I didn’t have time to think.
Thank God.
Dex took control of the situation, leaving me no room to dissemble or equivocate.
All I could do was surrender to his touch.
Clothes disappeared, thrown haphazardly this way and that.
Tongues tangled and twisted along each other as hands roamed, eager to touch and feel everything at once.
Everything about Dex screamed FUCK ME and I was listening.
“Do you want me to talk dirty?” I asked, breathless, as he moved from my neck to my chin, to my lips to my collarbone. I gasped, my mind working in fits and starts. “I heard that guys, uh — oh, yes, just like that —like it when girls talk dirty...do you want me to? I mean, I could try if you want-“
His low growl was my only answer as he slid down my belly to my lady parts. My knees threatened to lock together out of embarrassment but Dex wasn’t going to let me get away with that crap.
He wanted to feast — I could see the hunger in his eyes.
I was both aroused and flabbergasted that I could ignite that kind of fire in the eyes of a man like Dex — the proverbial quarterback with the hot bod wanted the nerdy girl with glasses.
I mean, really wanted her.
And not just for her math notes.
I shivered with each tiny kiss pressed to my trembling skin, holding my breath as he headed down south.
Was he really going to...go down on me?
High heat crept up my neck as anxiety started to replace the good feelings.
What if he didn’t like me ‘down there’?
What if he took one exploratory lick and popped back up looking like he’d rather die than head back in?
What if, in spite of his assurances to the contrary, my vagina was the weirdest science project he’d ever seen?
Noooooo! My anxiety crescendoed, popping a nervous, “Wait! You don’t have to do that...” as I tried to lock my knees but the dangerous look on Dex’s face at being denied told me there was no way in hell I was keeping him from his prize.
And he didn’t hesitate.
A shocked squeal escaped my lips as he gripped my hips, holding me captive. I couldn’t escape the marauding insistence of his tongue, seeking and finding my sweet spot.
Fuck, my fingers had never felt anything like this.
The shock of realizing I’d been living a lie thinking that sex wasn’t ‘all that and a bag of chips’ had me gasping at the exquisite torture.
How could I have been so stupid?
That hot, wiggling tongue dancing on my clitoris was making magic.
My bones were singing.
Or melting.
I couldn’t decipher which.
I thrashed and strained as Dex pushed me harder, driving me toward an edge that I couldn’t possibly grasp the depth of the fall.
I couldn’t even cry his name. My mouth gaped open like a fish starving for oxygen as Dex teased me with each sweet stroke, suck and nibble.
I moaned from my belly, losing myself to Dex’s mastery. Just when I thought I might explode, he slowed his pace and my release leapt out of reach, only to start again, building an even bigger fall.
Only until I was whimpering, pleading for my release, did he start in earnest and I knew he’d withheld my climax on purpose.
My thighs began to quake and I exploded in a symphony of ecstasy that rocked my world so hard, my toes curled violently enough to nearly cause a cramp.
I might’ve screamed like a banshee.
I couldn’t say for sure.
My ears were ringing.
My heartbeat was slamming into my breastbone.
And my lady parts were pulsing in rhythmic beats in time to each wave of pleasure that rolled over me in receding strength.
“Oh God,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse, my eyes still rolling up in my head. “That was...Oh God, Dex, you’re really good at that!”
Really, really good.
“And you’re fucking sexy when you cum,” he said, my eyes to popping open just in time to see him sheath his monster erection with a condom.
I found my wits long enough to blush but the look in Dex’s eyes made me shudder with fresh need.
“My turn, baby girl,” he said as I willingly opened my legs for him to slide between. I was acting on instinct, losing myself to his fevered touch.
I was hot to feel him inside me. I mean, actually burning up with need. I couldn’t urge him fast enough, couldn’t open my legs wide enough to satisfy my yearning to feel him stretch me for the first time.
And I knew it would probably hurt.
I didn’t have any practical knowledge but Dex seemed large.
I thrilled at the guttural moan that popped from his lips as he worked to fit inside me.
The stretch was foreign and glorious at the same time.
I clutched at him, lifting my hips, encouraging him to go deeper. Blast that virginity straight to oblivion!
Dex groaned as he thrust deeper. I bit my lip at the sudden pinch and he sensed my discomfort, immediately halting to ask, “You okay?” the tight strain in his voice hotter than lava. I managed a nod and he seemed deliriously grateful to bury himself further, going as far as he could go inside me. “God, Bree....”
The way he said my name...almost as if he were begging me for release...was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced in my life.
He was trying to be gentle but the urgent thrusts of hi
s hips were nearly out of his control. He was like a man possessed being ridden by the demon of lust.
It was so damn primal and sexy as hell.
Braced above me, Dex was one rigid wall of muscle, a thrusting machine.
My gaze traveled downward, to where our bodies connected and a wild thrill arced through me as I watched his cock disappear into the wet nest of my body.
So fucking erotic, I realized, my breath shallow.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, catching me. I glanced up with a shy nod and he rewarded me with a sexy, strained grin as he said, “Me too.”
I wanted to watch him cum, watch how his face changed with each stroke leading up to the explosive moment.
But Dex wasn’t going to let me just observe. No, he was going to make sure I lost my mind at the same time.
Pausing for a heartbeat, Dex threw my legs over his shoulders and buried himself deeper than before. I gasped at the new sensation, the total rawness of being taken in this way, and lost myself quickly to the pleasure building all over again.
Hard, driving thrusts rubbed a spot deep inside of me that sent shockwaves through my entire body.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he said, encouraging me to let go again. My eyes squeezed shut as the tremors began fresh. Spots bloomed behind my eyes. I lost all sense of time and reason.
“D-dex!”
Total blackout.
Intense pleasure skyrocketed through me, sending blazing trails of sensation sizzling down my nerve endings, knocking me breathless and causing my entire body to melt.
Dex followed with a shout, losing himself with a deep moan that rattled my toes.
He collapsed, his solid weight pressing down on me, the most incredible feeling in the world.
I was pretty sure I had already died and gone to heaven because this between us...simply couldn’t be natural.
11
DEX
I wanted to stay buried inside Bree but my cock was already softening, shriveling with the condom still attached.
Reluctantly, I carefully withdrew and tossed the condom in the small bedside trash bin before rolling to my back to catch my breath.