by Lane Hart
I’m mopping the shit out of the kitchen floor we just found after taking out five loads of trash, so I don’t notice when our counselor, Claudia, comes up behind me until she speaks.
“It’s so good to see you putting in such a great effort today,” she says.
“Uh-huh,” I mutter since I’m not doing it for her.
“So, does that mean you’re finally feeling better?”
“What?” I ask before I remember my excuse every day last week was feeling like I was going to throw up. “Oh, right. Yeah, I started feeling better over the weekend.”
The weekend when I not only saw Hannah naked but touched her bare flesh and shoved my tongue down her throat so many times and so hard, I nearly fucked her with it. God, I can’t wait until we get back to the dorms tonight.
“That’s so great to hear,” Claudia says as she comes and stands in front of me, halting my mopping and pissing me off because she’s now standing right smack dab on my clean floor. “Prayer works. I prayed for you to feel better, and it happened.”
“Yeah, right,” I agree.
“Aww,” she whines, pouting her lips. Reaching up to the hem of my shirtsleeve, she runs her fingers around the ring dividing my normal skin from my still red burn. “It looks like you got a little too much sun this weekend. Does it hurt when I touch it?”
Fuck yes it does when you scrape your nails through it, bitch.
“It’s not that bad,” I say because I don’t want to sound like a pussy.
The next thing I know, Claudia is leaning forward, running her tongue over my ear lobe and whispering, “Now that you’re all better, maybe we could hang out tonight?”
“Ah, yeah, maybe,” I stammer because she’s caught me so off-guard. My dick is on board with whatever the fuck is going on, but my head is still catching up. Then I remember the last few days and nights with Hannah. That shit is too good to not keep going back for more.
“Can you sneak out around, say, eleven and meet me at our shelter?” Claudia asks. Lowering her voice to a whisper even though we’re alone, she says, “No one ever goes down there at night.”
Jesus Christ. There’s no doubt about what she’s offering, and I may be the stupidest guy in the world for turning her down, but hell if I don’t do it anyway. Hannah’s so much more than some meaningless fling that probably won’t even be that good. There’s no way I would blow her off for that.
“Oh, you know what? I forgot I have plans,” I inform Claudia.
“Plans? What plans?” she asks, reeling back to look up at my face.
“A, ah, a couple of guys in the dorm are getting together to play poker tonight,” I lie since I can’t tell her what I’ll be doing with Hannah.
“You would rather stay in your room and play cards with the guys than screw my brains out?”
“Um, what?” For a second, my brain short-circuits. My counselor, my hot, older, camp counselor didn’t really just say I could screw her brains out, did she?
“You heard me,” she replies with an arch of one of her eyebrows. Sweeping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she says, “And don’t worry, we can have fun and still be virgins afterward, if you know what I mean.”
As if it wasn’t pretty damn obvious, she turns around and rubs her ass on my dick before walking away, giving me a coy grin over her shoulder.
I have to press down on my shaft with the heel of my palm to try and hold it down because it’s definitely down with taking Claudia in the ass tonight.
But that’s not what the rest of me wants.
I really, really want to be with Hannah. And sure, after leaving Hannah’s room tonight, I could probably meet up with Claudia just to get off; and nobody would likely ever find out, including Hannah.
Still, it’s a hard no.
That’s not how I want my first time to go down, even if it doesn’t “technically” count. Claudia obviously has a lot of experience, and I don’t yet.
I want all of my first times to be with Hannah. Her sexy body has been seared into my brain, and no other one will do.
Hannah
“Hope to see you tonight, Royal,” Claudia, our counselor, says to him with a wave of her fingers when we climb out of the van back on campus.
As soon as she walks off, I turn to Royal, who is checking out her ass, and ask, “What was that about? What did she mean about seeing you tonight?”
“Nothing,” he says with a smirk as we start walking up the hill to the dorms. “She just wants me to come down here after lights out and fuck her.”
“What?” I stop in my tracks and exclaim the word louder than I’ve probably ever spoken before, making him chuckle. “Are you joking? You have to be.”
“I’m not joking,” he tells me with another bark of laughter when he stops to wait for me to catch up again. “I was just as shocked as you were when she licked my ear and threw herself at me in that dude’s kitchen today.”
“She did that today? Earlier?”
“Yeah, while we were at the site.”
“Wow,” I mutter, because for one, she’s a counselor; two, she’s like two years older than Royal; and three, this is church camp, for Pete’s sake. Wait, Royal didn’t say whether or not he’s going to take her up on her offer. “Are you going to meet her?” I can’t help but ask.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I asked you!” I huff.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” Royal teases.
“No,” I immediately respond even though I am. Claudia is really pretty and older, and I know Royal has to be physically attracted to her. Not to mention she’s apparently easy. I figure guys all love that.
“Why do you think I jerked Garrett off the wall this morning?” he asks me, and it takes me a few seconds to remember what he’s talking about.
“You were jealous of Garrett?” I say in understanding. “Really?”
“That asshole has been trying to hump your leg since we got here!”
“I think he’s, ah, had a crush on me for a few years,” I admit to him. “But you know I told him I just want to be friends.”
“Oh, I know,” Royal grumbles. “But he either hasn’t got the message or doesn’t plan to give up. Either way I’m about to put a stop to that.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Tell him to back the fuck up because you’re mine,” he says before cringing like he didn’t mean to say all of that.
“So, does that mean you want us to be together, like boyfriend and girlfriend?” I ask.
“No,” Royal says without even considering it for a second, which sucks. “If we go public, then it’ll be harder for me to keep sneaking into your room.”
“Oh,” I say in understanding. “So you would want to, otherwise?”
“Yeah, maybe.” His response is a non-answer, but I let it slide for now since he called me his.
We both come to a stop in front of my building, which is closer than his.
“I’ll grab a shower and then see you in a few?” he asks.
“Sure,” I agree. “As long as you won’t leave to meet up with Claudia later.”
“I don’t want her nasty ass. I want yours,” he says with a grin and a wink before he walks away.
Chapter 8
Royal
As soon as I get out of the shower and get dressed, it’s time to handle some business.
Garrett’s on his way out, probably going to dinner before I grab his arm to swing him around and then ram my fist into the center of his gut.
He doubles over before sinking down to his knees, face turning red with anger and pain.
“What…what was…that for?”
“Stay the fuck away from Hannah,” I warn him. “Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, and you sure as shit better not touch her.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” he asks while still holding his midsection.
“I’m the one who’s had her naked and on her knees every night
,” I tell him, stretching the truth a little. She was on her knees Friday night, but only to pick up her towel, so it’s not a complete lie.
His eyes widen in surprise before he says, “Liar. Hannah wouldn’t…”
“Hannah wouldn’t what? Let you get to first base with her? That’s right, she hasn’t and never fucking will either.”
“How do you know?” he asks, finally reaching for the foot of his bed to pull himself up off the floor.
“Because if I find out you broke any of my three rules, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I’m not scared of you,” Garrett responds through gritted teeth. “Just wait until Hannah finds out the lies you’re spreading about her. She won’t ever touch you again either.”
“Run your mouth, and you’re dead. You ever heard of social suicide? I can make you the most hated man at Mercy for the next two years if you screw with me or with Hannah.”
“I could turn you in to my dad for hitting me or tell everyone about the church,” he threatens.
“Again, you don’t want to fuck with me. I can and will make your life hell and you know it. You can come in your fist your junior and senior year, or I can hook you up with every slut on the cheerleading squad. Your decision, man.”
When he doesn’t respond, only takes a seat on the bed with his head hanging, I assume he’s received my message loud and clear.
Hannah
I know it’s wrong to break the rules and let Royal keep sneaking into my room every night, but it feels good to have a friend here for once.
At least I think he’s my friend. It’s hard to tell since there’s always trouble lurking in the depths of his amber eyes. Eyes that I keep dreaming about no matter how hard I try to think of something, anything else.
When we start to kiss Monday night, I notice that Royal leaves his eyes open. And when my gaze locks with his, there’s this…connection I feel all the way down to my soul.
So I decide to ask him why.
“Not that I mind or anything, but why are you keeping your eyes open today?” I ask as we lie on my bed facing each other, legs tangled up and Royal’s hand underneath my shirt. “I thought in movies or whatever that people always closed their eyes.”
“I just like looking at you,” he answers. “Watching your face and your reaction to how I kiss you and touch you.” Royal runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Then his hand that’s still under my shirt slides lower where he eases his fingers under the elastic of my cotton shorts. “Can I touch you down here?”
“Why?” I ask hesitantly.
“Because I really want to. And I think you’ll like it.”
My first instinct is to say no, that it’s a slippery slope to doing things I want to wait and do with my husband after we’re married. But then I remember Claudia offering to have sex with Royal. What if I tell him no now and he leaves to go be with her? I don’t want this, us, to be over yet, even though I know it’s inevitable. That’s why no matter what, I won’t ever give Royal my virginity. He’s not the type of guy to be with just one girl, at least not while we’re in high school.
“Too much too soon?” Royal asks, removing his hand from my bottoms when I stay silent.
“No, I want you to,” I say, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand down the front of the elastic band of my shorts and my panties. “But I’m not sure I’m going to like–” The words catch in my throat as Royal shoves his fingers through my pubic hair, making me gasp at the hot, tickling sensation that his touch invokes.
While my mouth is still gaping as I suck in oxygen, Royal leans over and thrusts his tongue inside, stroking my tongue at the same time his fingertip strokes along my folds, causing a deep, throbbing ache in my lower belly that’s stronger, more intense than ever before.
I’m not sure, but judging by his throaty groan, I think he’s turned on by touching me.
And then the heel of his hand rubs against me a certain way that feels so good a moan escapes, only to be swallowed by Royal. He then stops kissing me to ask, “Should I keep going?”
“Yes.” His heel presses down again and I cry out. “Right there!”
“Here?” he asks with a grin. His voice may be teasing, but it’s also deeper than normal and his whiskey eyes are darker and heavy-lidded.
I nod, and then can’t resist reaching down between my legs to press my hand over his through my shorts, applying more pressure to the magical spot as the throbbing grows stronger, matching the pulse in my chest.
Something strange and a little scary but amazing at the same time is happening to me. There’s a desperate urgency that has my hips moving on their own accord against my and Royal’s fingers.
“I love how hot and wet you are for me,” Royal says as he watches my face while his hand makes an adjustment. My fingers keep applying pressure to the happy spot while his roam, his fingertip prodding my opening until it slowly slips inside my canal.
“Oh fuck,” Royal mutters, his eyes closing for several long seconds before they open to hold mine again. As soon as they do, an explosion occurs inside of me, one that steals my breath and makes my entire body tremble. In my panties there’s a rippling pleasure that’s pulsating in such a fantastic way that it causes my toes to curl, my back to arch before a loud, moaning scream is ripped from my throat.
Royal’s mouth crashes down on mine to silence me, his tongue thrusting urgently with the same rhythm as his finger inside me until my limbs finally begin to relax and I sink down into the mattress again.
His lips curl into a smile as I pull back to see his face.
“What just happened?” I whisper to him, still catching my breath, my cheeks warm like I’m running a fever.
Withdrawing his fingers from my shorts, Royal grins wider and says, “You just had what I’m guessing was your first orgasm.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I tell him.
“Did it feel good?”
“God, yes,” I reply with my own goofy grin.
“Thought so based on how wet you were as you humped my hand and your own.”
“Ugh,” I groan as I cover my face with said hands.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Royal says. “You’ve got me so hard I’m about to come in my shorts.”
“Really?” I ask, lowering my hands to look over at him.
He rolls to his back and gestures to the obvious tenting in his khaki shorts, along with the small, round wet spot next to the zipper.
While I’m looking at his crotch, Royal pops the top button and lowers the zipper, then pulls out his hard flesh that’s long, thick and has veins running up and down it. It’s the first time I’ve actually seen it before, which isn’t really fair since he’s already seen me completely naked. I watch, mesmerized as his fist grips his girth and strokes up and down, up and down. Occasionally, Royal rubs his thumb over the slit at the center of his fat tip that keeps dripping creamy pearls.
I roll to my side, propping my head up on my elbow to get an even better look at him touching himself.
“You watching me is so fucking hot,” he says.
“So you’ve done…this before?” I ask him without lifting my eyes from the sight.
“Hell yes. All the time,” Royal responds without an ounce of shame. “Every night after I leave you.”
“Oh,” I say in surprise, finally glancing back up at his face that’s tight with what looks like pain.
“Does it hurt?”
“God, yes. It hurts…until…I…come.”
When I glance back down at his stroking hand, I notice the other is now squeezing his sac underneath.
“Show me your tits,” he demands. And because he’s practically writhing in pain, hips thrusting into the air as he tugs roughly on his dick, I lift my shirt without hesitation, then tug down both cups of my bra.
“Oh fuck,” Royal groans before he rolls to his side and leans over to cover my breast with his mouth. He licks my nipple and then sucks on it, making those tingl
ing sensations between my legs to come roaring back. I run my fingers through the back of his hair while he keeps at it, sucking harder and harder until I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. At first, I think it’s my arousal, but when I glance down, I see the spurts coming from Royal’s cock, soaking the center of my shorts before he starts rubbing his hard shaft against the cotton.
And, oh god, it feels good, even better than his fingers.
I get it now, what all the fuss over sex is about and why some girls at school have already had it. It’s also scary, because I’m afraid if Royal and I don’t stop doing this every night, fooling around in my bed, then I may cave and let him inside of me, only to have me crushed when he dumps me, which I know he will do eventually.
Chapter 9
Royal
After I come so hard I think my spine is going to snap in half, I finally release Hannah’s nipple from my mouth with one final lick of my tongue and then roll to my back to suck in some much-needed oxygen.
The room is so silent I can hear the kids outside laughing and talking, which means, they probably heard us.
Not that I give a fuck as long as we don’t get caught. The only problem is that Hannah is too quiet.
Did I go too far? I thought she was curious about me jerking off, but maybe she was revolted.
“You okay?” I ask, rolling my head to the side to look over at her. She’s also flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, our shoulders overlapping because the bed is so damn small.
“Yeah,” she answers without looking at me.
“Sorry about the mess.”
“What?” she asks before lifting her neck to glance down. “Oh, right. It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Hannah answers on a sigh. “I should probably change.”
“Probably,” I agree because my load was so big, I most likely soaked through both layers of her bottoms.