by Bella King
I found Atlas after one of his football games, sweaty and ready to head back to the locker rooms for a quick shower. I stopped him on the field before he was able to get back to the building.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said, waving him down.
“It’ll have to wait,” he said, trying to catch up to his teammates on the way to the building.
“No, I need you to listen to me right now,” I said, my voice firm.
He looked dismissive, but stopped walking. “What is it, Virginia? I don’t have time for this.”
I placed my hands on my hips and cocked my head at him, staring him dead in those beautiful eyes. “Are you aware that your father offered mine a job yesterday?”
Atlas shrugged. “None of my business. He gave you a job before.”
I scoffed. “You didn’t want me working there, and then suddenly your father calls mine out o the blue and offers him one. What’s going on?”
He sighed, looking left and right as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him. “Alright, I told my dad you guys were broke and needed some extra cash. He said he would see what he could do. I didn’t think he would give your father a job, but that’s nice of him, I guess.”
I should have known it was him, but I was still shocked, my mouth hanging open like I ventriloquist’s doll. “You did that for me?”
Atlas tried to shrug it off and play it cool, like it had been nothing, but I could see he was happy with the result of the talk with his father. “It’s nothing. Forget about it.”
“That’s actually really sweet of you. I guess you’re not so mad about the past,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He frowned. “Don’t think I like you or something, Virginia. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
“Really?” I asked, offended. “I thought you wanted to see my tits before.”
“And I did. They were very nice,” Atlas said, as though that were the end of things.
I growled in my throat. “Atlas, be real with me for a second. Are you into me or are you just messing around, because it’s driving me crazy now and I need to know,” I demanded, searching his handsome face for some sign of the truth.
Atlas leaned toward me. “You’ll find out if you join me in the locker room.”
I laughed nervously. “I’m not going in there.”
“Really?” Atlas asked, grinning.
“Nope,” I said, crossing my arms and shaking my head.
Suddenly, Atlas swooped down and grabbed me by the hips, hoisting me over his shoulder. I was lifted high into the air, hanging over his broad shoulder like I weighed less that I bag of feathers. Atlas walked down toward the school building, jostling me along on his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?” I squeaked, but I liked it. I was going through the same kind of thrill as when he ripped my shirt open at work, but this time I was going to remember to breath. I didn’t want to pass out again and miss out on all the good stuff.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” he grumbled, giving my ass a firm slap with his large hand.
I gasped, but there was a smile on my face. I left myself be carried into the men’s locker room, seeing the surprised faces of Atlas’s teammates as he entered. I tried to hide my face, but none of them knew me anyway. They jeered and laughed, but Atlas ignored them, carrying me through to the handicap changing room and closing the door.
I was moved from his broad shoulders to a bench against the wall. I looked up at Atlas, and all I could see was his cocky smile. He knew that he had me this time, and I would give it all to him. I didn’t resist him. I never had before.
Atlas pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the stall and out of sight. I was amazed by how muscular he was. I had expected him to be jacked, but nothing like this. His body must have been just the smallest percentage of fat, with the fibers of his pumped muscles showing through his skin like an anatomy diagram. He was covered in tattoos, some of them sharp and intricate, clearly done by an expensive artist, while some of them were etched into his skin like he had done them himself. Talk about a bad boy.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked, following his muscles instead of his eyes.
He chuckled. “Only if you want to, but with how you’ve been teasing me with that body, I get the impression that you do.”
Had I been teasing him? I didn’t know, but he had interpreted it as such and I guess that wasn’t so bad. It had brought us to this point, and I rather fancied the idea of Atlas being the one to take my virginity. I thought to tell him that I was a virgin, but I dismissed it. I didn’t want him to treat me differently because of it.
I pulled my shirt from over my head like he had, mirroring his toss over the stall and out of sight. He smirked, everything he needed to know told with that movement. I unlatched my bra, the same one that he had unlatched at work. I had worn it today thinking of him.
His masculine energy radiated from the powerful body that he had built over the years, charming me into a state of willful ecstasy. I was already in a pleasurable daze, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
His skin was hot when he did, sending a jolt of excitement through my body like crackling electricity during a thunderstorm. His eyes were lit up by the lust that was building between us, glowing brightly in the light of the locker room. It was already bright in here, but his body seemed to glow further, illuminating the path to sexual heaven for me.
Atlas pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion, dropping them to his large feet. His cock was already rock solid, hanging down in front of me menacingly, like a serpent ready to strike its prey. I was the victim of his love, and I wanted him to devour me with his passion. I quickly removed my own pants, sliding down my panties and kicking them off.
They flew onto his cock, landing there like silk on iron. They hung off for a second, before slipping down and landing at his feet. He chuckled, then grew serious as he gazed once more on my naked body. My curves were calling to him, and I spread my legs on the bench so that he could enjoy me. I knew that I would be the one getting the most pleasure from this. The man who had once been my sworn enemy, my bully, and the douchebag I would never even think of hopping into bed with, was now the man that I spread my legs for so that he could pump his cum deep inside of my body.
Atlas moved toward me, his skin radiating heat as he met my body with his. I was so small compared to him, and for a moment, I thought that he might not even fit with me on the bench, but when he climbed on top of me, there was just enough room for his massive frame.
I heard the joking voices of the other men in the locker room, cheering about what Atlas had done, but we both ignored them. This was our precious moment together. Nothing else in the world had any importance now that we were joining forces.
His cock brushed against my delicate pussy, sending a chill through my body. My mouth was open, searching for his as he sunk down into me. Our bodies were no joined in sexual intercourse, and our lips tasted fire within each other as he began to move slowly to my erotic rhythm.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything once the pleasure began to build between my legs. It was a throbbing tightness, followed by incredible wetness that allowed him to slide even deeper inside of me. I felt like he was almost too big for me, but once I spread my legs further, I found that I was able to take him all the way.
Atlas reached around to my ass with his large hands and clasped them, holding my pelvis as he thrust in repeatedly, rubbing his cock inside of my vaginal walls, increasing the pleasure by tenfold with every push. I was already beginning to orgasm and he hadn’t even been inside me for more than a minute.
I moaned loudly into his mouth, trying to muffle my cries of delight with his lips. I wasn’t allowed to. He pulled back, smirking as I moaned and gasped with every powerful plunge he took into my pussy. I resorted to covering my own mouth, screaming through my fingers as waves of sheer joy hit me, washing through every cell in my body.
I never knew
pleasure like this before. Yes, I masturbated frequently, but this was another world entirely. I was soaked, screaming and writhing beneath him like the devil had ahold of me. I was putting on such a show that he came quickly too, pumping hot semen between my legs.
I felt every squirt of his sticky fluid inside of me. I savored the feeling of his cock in me, pulsating and filling me up to the brim with his passion and love. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted him to remove his cock from the depths of my pussy, but he did. I nearly grabbed him to keep him inside of me, but I thought better of it.
“Holy fuck, Virginia. You probably got the entire school hearing your moaning. Wow,” Atlas said, stumbling back and smiling like a crazy man as cum dripping from my open legs.
I tilted my head up to him, my eyes half-closed and my cheeks bright red. My heart thudded in my throat, attempting to catch up to me. “You’re the one who did it to me.”
Atlas shook his head, his eyes sparkling and his lips unable to hide his teeth in the biggest smile I had ever seen from him. I laughed at the same time that he did, and at that moment, I felt like everything between us, all the pain and the resentment, had washed away, leaving behind a purer version of both of us. I really liked it.
“I guess we should get to class,” Atlas said.
“Can you get my shirt for me?” I asked, finally sitting up.
“Sure.”
Chapter 23
People usually know more than we give them credit for.
“Oh my god, Virginia. Stop avoiding me,” Jennifer said, running up to me as I left Granit Hills Academy that afternoon after school.
“Oh, hey,” I said. “What’s up?”
“What’s up? You tell me what’s up. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday. You’re not answering your phone,” Jennifer scolded. “At least you’re still alive.”
I smiled. “I’m sorry, but so much has been happening.”
She squinted her eyes at me. “I heard some rumors.”
I was trying to hide the incredibly enamored state I was in, but it was difficult. I couldn’t shake the beautiful feeling inside of me, nor did I really want to. Things would never be the same between Atlas and me. “They’re probably true,” I replied, watching her face change from concern to disgust.
“Fuck, Virginia! Did you have sex with Atlas?” She said, pulling her head back so far that it might snap off her neck and roll off into the road.
“Yes, yes, we had sex,” I said, acting like it was something normal.
“Girl, are you out of your mind?” Jennifer asked, shaking her head at me. Her blonde hair flew around in the warm breeze.
“Honestly, I might be, but Atlas isn’t as bad as I thought he was,” I said.
“That’s what you’ve been hiding from me. That’s insane.”
“Maybe so,” I said passively, staring down the road dramatically as the sun began to set.
“Okay, stop that,” Jennifer said, grabbing my bookbag by the handle and yanking me toward her. “Tell me what happened.”
I slapped her hand away. “Okay, fine,” I said, irritated with her questioning. “Atlas and I finally had a talk about why he was so mean to me all the time, and it turns out it was all a misunderstanding I guess. He’s not that angry at me anymore.”
“That’s pretty vague,” Jennifer replied, placing her hands on his thin hips.
“Yeah, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about the details,” I said, pursing my lips. “It’s about my mother.”
Jennifer fell silent. “Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry then. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You’ve been all over the place lately.”
“It’s not a big deal. I’m pretty much over all the big stuff. I was really starting to feel alright when Atlas decided that he wanted to change things up on me. I’m still not sure how to feel about it,” I admitted.
“You can always talk to me, Virginia. Remember that,” she said, looking at me and pouting.
I laughed through my nose, flashing her a smile. “I know. I’ll try to do better next time.”
Jennifer nodded, content with my answer.
“Oh, but I’ve got to tell you about how big Atlas’s cock is,” I exclaimed, changing tone.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to hear about that,” she said, laughing.
“Come on, it was amazing. Really. I had no idea that he was that hung.”
“You’re going to turn into a sex addict like Rachel,” she warned.
“Oh god, maybe I already am,” I said, holding up a hand to my mouth.
“Stop it,” Jennifer said, her eyes sparked with joy. She slapped my hand from my mouth.
This was how things always were between us. No matter what happened, I could always joke around with Jennifer. That’s how she had come to be my friend over the years at Granite Hills. She was the only other woman who I really felt connected to. If it weren’t for her, I’d probably still be sulking around, feeling sorry for myself.
“Do you want to go swimming again?” I asked, feeling a lot braver than last time Jennifer suggested that we take our clothes off and get in the lake naked.
“As long as Atlas isn’t joining us,” she said.
“I think he’s had his fill for now,” I said dreamily, my mind drifting back to the beautiful expressions on his face as he came inside of me.
Jennifer punched my shoulder. “Snap out of it.”
“Ouch, okay,” I replied, rubbing the sore spot on my shoulder.
She shook her head at me, and we changed our route to the lake, stopping by the convenient store to get cold cans of soda to drink while we were there. Old habits die hard.
Chapter 24
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Jennifer had a hard time getting used to Atlas being around. I felt that there was still a lot of tension between them. She had known him as my enemy, and she wasn’t ready to accept him into our circle that quickly.
I was still fucking him as often as he would allow. To be honest, once I got a taste of that man, I was addicted. All I wanted to do was bounce on his cock and go driving with him in the evening, propping my bare feet on his dashboard and smearing my toes on his windshield. He always frowned at me for it, but he never told me to stop. He treated me like a queen.
I grew much closer to Atlas in the weeks that followed, delving into deep conversations with him, crying about our mothers together, and holding each other close when we fell asleep together. I would sneak out of my room at night most nights so that we could sleep together at his house.
His father would never hear us, but that was because he was passed out drunk every night. It was tragic, and I really wanted Atlas to get him some help, but Atlas always shook his head at my suggestion. His father didn’t accept his help and refused to see a doctor about his problem. He drank his worries away as the business sunk lower and lower.
The business became my concern as well. My father worked there, and if the business collapsed, both of our families would be in serious trouble. The matter was too serious for me not to bug Atlas about, but he was just as clueless as I was as to how to fix it.
I hoped that one day we would be able to solve the issues that faced us, but we wouldn’t let them get in the way for our budding love for each other. I cherished him more, loving him harder to make up for all the bad things I had thought and said about him.
Atlas was the same, always quick to apologize when I jokingly brought up something from our past. I didn’t want him to feel so bad about the way he had treated me, but I wanted to make sure that it never happened again. He needed to deal with his negative emotions in a healthier way. I had managed to cope better, and he should too. I wanted to help him in any way that I could.
Our love grew so strong that it was undeniable, even to Jennifer, that it was genuine. We were everything together, and nothing apart. I may have only known him for a few years, and dated him for a few weeks, but I felt like it was the start of a potential life
together. We were both adults, ready to go out in the world together when we graduated.
There was only about a month left until graduation, and when I wasn’t having fun with Atlas, I was studying to get a scholarship. I didn’t have much time for the swim team, and I felt like that was beginning to get on Jennifer’s nerves.
“Virginia,” she called out, approaching me one afternoon as I skipped through the hallway to meet Atlas.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, tilting my head and flashing her a goofy grin.
“Listen, I know that you’re hanging out with Atlas and everything, but I wanted to talk to you about the swim team. Are you not coming to practice anymore?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said, hoping that she would leave it at that.
Jennifer wasn’t having it. “Come on, don’t be like that. I know Atlas is Mr. Perfect and everything, but you can’t just leave everything else behind because of him.”
She had a point, but I was reluctant to believe that I was doing anything wrong. How could my love for Atlas be wrong? I knew that it was good, and that he was a good man. It wasn’t easy to have balance when there were so many things vying for my attention.
“I’ll come to the next practice,” I said.
“The next practice is this evening,” Jennifer said. “Why don’t you bring Atlas if you have to be glued to him all the time.”
I hesitated, which clearly pissed her off. Her expression changed from slight annoyance to a deeper offense. “If you don’t want to come, just tell me and I’ll take you off the team,” she snapped.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I just don’t know if I can make it this time,” I said.
She huffed, giving me a dirty look and changing off down the hall.
It always seemed that when things were going well, something had to come up and ruin my fun. I couldn’t just be left to enjoy myself. There was always some obligation lurking around the corner. I could always blow Jennifer off, but I had neglected to come to the last few swim practices, and I didn’t want to lose the connection I had with her.