His Virgin Bride

by Kara Hart

  “Ha-ha, very funny,” he says. “I don’t know. She just gets me. Sometimes I think… ah, never mind.”

  “Tell me,” I demand. “You can’t just start a sentence and stop on like that. You gotta tell me.”

  “You’ll think I’m crazy,” he sighs. “But I haven’t drank in two days. That’s huge for me.”

  “That actually is huge. But why?” I ask him.

  “Because man—” he takes a deep breath “—I think I’m in love.”

  My heart drops and I feel like I’m going to fucking vomit. “Love?” I ask him. Oh God. What an idiot. What a huge fucking moron. “Love?” I repeat. It’s like the idea has broken me.

  “Yeah, love. What’s so fucking weird about that?” he asks, puffing out his chest. He takes another sip of his cappuccino and a foam mustache forms around his mouth.

  “You’re not in love,” I tell him. “Not yet, at least.”

  “Addison, my parents got married in like two weeks. How the hell do you know I’m not in love?” he asks.

  “Your parents got divorced in less than two years!” I laugh. “And if they hadn’t had you, they would’ve parted ways a hell of a lot sooner.”

  “Very true,” he smiles. “But so what? You have to live a little, right?”

  “Sure,” I agree. “You’ve got to live. A little. Just don’t go around proposing anytime soon.”

  “I ain’t gonna do that,” he says.

  “You know, her best friend and I have been getting along pretty damn great,” I tell him.

  “Cool,” he says, glancing at some chick’s ass who just walked inside.

  “That’s it?” I ask him. “That’s all you’re going to give me? I kind of expected more of a reaction.”

  He shrugs. “I’m selfish. What do you expect? You used to be too. What happened?”

  “I’m the same damn person I’ve always been,” I say, turning red with anger.

  “Sure you are, buddy,” he laughs.

  “How am I different?” I ask him, on the defense now. “How?”

  “Don’t worry. We’re still cool. I don’t care what you do in your free time,” he says. “But if you really want to know…”

  “Just tell me, dammit,” I say.

  “Fine. You’re always hanging around Helena now. I mean, I guess you haven’t that much. But I can tell, you want to. You’d be hanging with her right now if you could. Don’t lie to me,” he says.

  I groan. “I don’t know. It depends, really.”

  “If she asked you to come to her house right now, would you leave?” he asks, totally smiling big.

  “No,” I lie.

  “Bullshit!” He bursts out laughing. “Man, you’re one funny guy now.”

  “Now. Stop with that now shit! I’m not any different!” I say. “But maybe you’re right. I would go over. And that’s because I love pussy more than you.”

  “Shit,” he says. “Amen to that.”

  Helena

  “I know what would be fun,” Judy says, while we sit in the park and eat our sandwiches. “We could all go on a double date! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

  I groan loud enough for her to understand just how much I hate the traditional type of dates. “Really?” I ask her, practically pleading for her to let it go.

  “What?” she asks, dumbfounded. “Why are you being so weird? It’s a good icebreaker for all of us.”

  “I don’t need an icebreaker!” I laugh. “Addison and I are totally fine as of right now, and like I said earlier, this is getting way too serious, too fast.”

  She falls back against the grass and screams as a joke. “Well, Halloway and I are not fine and I want a wingman, er, wingwoman.”

  “Judy, why are you even continuing on with him?” I have to ask, even if it is rude. I don’t think she minds people pressing certain issues, however. “You don’t even like him that much.”

  “Yes I do.” She closes her eyes and raises her chin up in the air. “Okay, fine. I don’t. But I want what you have. It’s not fair.”

  Okay, now she’s just pouting. “What exactly do I have?” I ask her, genuinely curious.

  “A nice warm mouth around your cunt,” she says, loud enough for everyone in the park to hear. I shield my face.

  “Judy, you have to stop doing that,” I laugh. “We’re going to get kicked out everywhere we go. Besides, Addison is on his way. He’s picking me up.”

  “What? Seriously? You never told me that,” she says, deflating her body.

  “I’m sorry,” I admit. “I know I should have, but I really just forgot.”

  “This was our day,” she says, turning bright red. She’s not angry, but I think she’s actually a little hurt.

  I hug her and kiss her cheek. “Cheer up. I’ll order your favorite Chinese food tomorrow at lunch. My treat,” I tell her.

  “Your treat?” She looks up at me.

  “I promise. I’ll pay,” I laugh.

  “Ugh,” she sighs. “Fine. I guess I get it, anyway.”

  I hear a car door shut loudly and when I turn to see who it is, my heart flutters. It’s Addison and he looks really… shit, he looks amazing. He’s wearing a suit jacket with matching pants. He’s even wearing dress boots.

  “Whoa, he really cleaned up for you today,” Judy says.

  “Howdy, ladies!” he calls out to both of us.

  “Howdy?” Judy mumbles.

  “Shh,” I laugh.

  Addison walks over to us and kneels down against the grass. “Talking about me again?” he asks, adding a wink to the end of his sentence. “Judy.” He nods toward her.

  “What?” she asks, looking defensive. “What did I do?”

  “Just sayin’ hey, is all,” he says awkwardly. “Oh, by the way. Halloway says hi too. Almost forgot.”

  “Cool,” Judy nods. “Uh, me too, I guess.”

  He nods at her and then turns to me, placing his palm around my arm lightly. I blush and goose bumps pop right up. “So you want to head out?” he asks.

  I can’t help it. I glance down at his nice pants and my eyes travel toward the only destination I really care about right now: his cock. “Sounds good,” I smile.

  “I hate both of you,” Judy snarls, jokingly. “Seriously though. We were having a picnic, Addison. This has been the only snowless day in a while. You’re rude, boy.”

  “It’s too cold to have a picnic. You guys are crazy,” he laughs. I mean, it is true. Judy’s idea to put four blankets down underneath us worked okay, I guess. It doesn’t mean it’s not weird as hell.

  “I miss the summer,” she says, shrugging and standing up. “Tell Halloway to call me. I’m bored and could use a drinking partner tonight.”

  “Text him. I know he’s game for that,” Addison says. He places his hand in mine and I feel the core of my body warm up against the cold. He lifts me up and I pounce onto the ground. “My house?” he asks me.

  “Sounds good.” I smile and turn back to Judy. “You, uh, okay?”

  She bundles up the blankets. A few of them are wet. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she laughs. “To be honest, I was freezing anyway. See you tomorrow, girl.”

  “Bye, Judy.” I wave, and Addison and I walk toward his car. I step inside and we take off toward his house.

  As we drive, I stare out the window. My breath lightly fogs up the glass, as I watch the passing houses. I love the Midwest in the weirdest way. It’s not too far off from where I’m from, but just far enough out of reach. I guess this is my home now. Although, it doesn’t exactly feel that way.

  Home was the city. It was going to my mom’s house after school. It was where my friends were. But all of that changed so fast. When mom got through breast cancer, we were all so happy and excited. She only had me so I stuck by her every aching moment.

  And then things got better. The cancer went away. Sure, they did invasive surgeries. They cut into her body and soul, until they were sure it was all gone. We were all so happy. My friends cheered us on. They even threw a
big party for her. It was gone. It was finally gone.

  Of course, things don’t stay so great forever. At least not in my family. First, my dad dies when I was two. He got hit by a car and had internal bleeding. The doctors had no clue. Second, my mom gets breast cancer, but defeats it. Third, she develops lung cancer. She never even smoked a pack in her life. It didn’t make any sense to us. The doctors were even confused, though they knew how weak the chemo treatments made her before. Anyone can be susceptible to these things.

  My home was destroyed by the tides of that wretched city. I blamed it on the air, the people, the lack of humanity. Skyscrapers stare down at us like we’re toy soldiers, or better yet, ants. People roam the sidewalks holding their cell phones in front of them, tireless and defiant. The plants attempt to peek their heads out of the cracks of the concrete, but they’re under threat every single day. Life is under threat in the big cities of the world. Yet, we continue on with them, thinking someday we’ll be able to make it better.

  Maybe they will.

  The car stops in his driveway and Addison just stares at me. The radio is off and the air silently rides around the steel of the car, slipping against the glass windows. “You alright?” he asks me after some time.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “You zoned out for a while there,” he says, eyeing me carefully.

  “I’m fine,” I tell him again.

  “Alright.” He steps out of the car and walks toward my side with a swagger that makes me snap out of my melancholic nostalgia. He opens my door and politely says, “Right this way, madam.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I say back. “I love the suit by the way.”

  He gets all giddy and it’s actually incredibly cute. “First time wearing this thing,” he says. “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I love it,” I say, walking with him up to his porch. “Here I am, wearing a regular old t-shirt and jeans. You should have told me you were going to dress fancy tonight.”

  He turns around and places his hands around my waist. “You look gorgeous,” he says, eyes falling to my erect nipples. “You also look cold. We should go inside.”

  “No.” I smile. “Touch them.” I motion downward toward my tits.

  “Excuse me?” he laughs.

  “Touch them,” I say again.

  He slides his hands up slowly and cups my breasts in his hands. His fingers run up toward my nipples and I feel myself shiver, not from the cold, but from the sheer fact that it feels really good.

  He’s not smiling anymore. He’s just staring at them, at me, at all parts of my body. He slides my shirt over my head and I can feel the cold air against me. For some reason, it turns me on more being outside like this. At any moment, someone could see us. Cars zoom by the road he lives on, some of them driving slower than usual. “Don’t pay attention to them,” I say.

  “Hadn’t even thought about it,” he smiles and kisses each breast tenderly. He wraps his lips around one of my nipples and sucks on it lightly. “God damn,” he whispers, shaking his head, as if he just had a life-changing revelation.

  “Turn around,” he suddenly demands. At first, I hesitate. I’m not even sure why. But when he grabs me by the top of my jeans and twirls me around, my hands instinctually fall against the wood railing of his porch and my back arches.

  “Like this?” I smile. I feel his hand fall firmly around one cheek of my ass. It moves toward the center, between my legs, and I gulp down hard.

  “Just like that,” he whispers.

  I see him in the shadows take off his jacket and he throws it onto his old rocking chair. He takes off all his clothes and moves against me so that I can feel his hard cock against the center of my jeans. He leans in and whispers, “Miss me?”

  “Uh huh,” I whisper back, choking on my spit. I feel his hands take control of my jeans and he slowly pulls them down to my ankles.

  “I’ve missed this,” he says, sliding his hand across my panties. He also moves those downward and they fall around my ankles. “I’ve missed you. You’re practically all I think about.”

  I feel his thick cock push against my lips and we both moan together, feeling the pressure of pure pleasure envelop us. Snow falls onto the ground below us, but right now, we’re protected by his porch roof and the warmth of our bodies.

  I feel his chest against my back as he pushes himself in deep, resting there for a bit. My wetness falls down my thighs, across his balls, down to my panties. He pulls out and groans wildly, grabbing my hips hard. I push my ass back against him, so that he’s deep inside once again, and we move to an internal rhythm that is wholly our own.

  “I want to make you cum,” he says, pulling out of me. He slaps his cock against my ass and steps back, watching me. I pull my panties and jeans away from my ankles and walk right past him, pushing his front door open. I light a fire in his fireplace as he watches me, stroking his huge cock. He just gets harder and harder in anticipation of me.

  Finally, when it’s nice and cozy inside, I crawl toward him and open my mouth, stuffing his cock deep inside. Then, I turn back around, staying on my knees. “Fuck me like an animal,” I whisper.

  He does just that. He mounts me, grabbing my hips with determination. He thrusts deep inside, and it’s hard to control myself. I feel the tingle of an orgasm coming, but I try to ignore it. I just want to feel it edge closer. I don’t want to fall fully into it. I close my eyes and he grabs my shoulder, pounding my pussy.

  “You missed this pussy, didn’t you?” I ask him, between thrusts.

  “You’ve no fucking idea,” he says. “I live for this pussy.”

  He forces my shoulder back and I feel him fully in me. He slides out and runs his hand up and down my spine. Right when I shiver, he grabs my thick hair and pulls it back.

  “Dominate me,” I find myself saying. It’s not normal of me to get this into it. I’ve never been this… kinky.

  I trust him. I’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone before, mostly because sex has always been awkward with other men. Addison knows what he wants and he knows what he needs to give me to get it. That’s the difference. He’s a real man.

  He pulls out, groaning wildly and breathing in deep. He flips me over and picks my body up against his. We’re both sitting. He’s on the ground and I’m on his lap. He looks into my eyes and kisses me with enough passion to crack my heart into a million pieces. I feel so warm with him and it’s not because of the fire in his fireplace. I just feel connected to him.

  I reach down and grab his thick cock. I push it inside me and sit down, thighs around his waist. Then, he does all the work for me. I rub my clit while he lifts my ass, up and down. Deep inside, he slides against my g-spot and I’m fucking hooked. After one whole minute of this, I’m done for.

  “Cumming,” I whisper, eyes twitching. I swear, I must look like a freak because this is the strongest orgasm I think I’ve ever felt coming on. I lose all control of my motor skills, falling forward like a rag doll. He holds me and presses in deeper, laying me flat on my back. “I’m fucking cumming,” I repeat, eyes closed.

  He pushes in deeper and deeper, beginning to fuck me even harder than before. He kisses me and I’m so turned on that I could explode. He drags his lips across my neck, down to my nipples and I do just that. I explode. I quake in his grasp. I lose all touch with reality. This is the hottest man on the planet. I’m sure of that.

  He pulls himself out and lays me on my side, grabbing my thick ass with his big hands. He smacks down across my cheek and watches as it bounces, pleased with me. He slides in sideways and I feel the edge of his glistening head catch the ends of my lips with each push and pull. Soon enough, his head grows and he groans loudly.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screams. He loses it inside me. I feel him shoot his thick load across my inner walls and he holds himself there for a moment, staring into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” is all he can manage to say. I blush as he pulls out and falls to the floor. He kisses my ass over a
nd over again, licking at my pussy. He doesn’t give a fuck, just like the first night we hooked up.

  He comes back up and we make out for like an hour and a half, completely naked and groping each other. “Just stay here forever,” he moans.

  He has no idea. I might be falling for him.

  Addison

  “For real though,” I say, breathing quickly. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

  “Shut up,” she laughs and kisses my shoulder. “You’re lying.”

  “What, do you not think so?” I ask her. “Have you ever had a cock as good as mine?”

  “Don’t be so sure of yourself.” She smiles. But after a second, she reaffirms my thoughts. “Okay, no I haven’t. But It’s not just your cock.”

  “Tell me then. What is it?” I ask her. “Stroke my ego. Please.”

  She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re the worst,” she says. But I’m still staring, waiting for an answer. “It’s the way you eat my pussy. It’s the way you thrust your hips. It’s the way you eat me without caring about the mess. You’re sloppy. It’s unbelievably hot to me.”

  I just smile and stare up at my ceiling. We’re in my bed now, holding each other and I feel 100 percent on my game. “Damn, I sound awesome,” I say, laughing.

  “What do you like about me?” she asks. This is normally a question I fucking dread, but with Helena, it’s incredibly easy to answer.

  “Oh, man. Where do I start?” I laugh. “Your freckles. They’re so cute. No, they’re fucking sexy. And those hazel eyes. I can’t get enough of those. Your thick, dark red lips kill me every time I see you. You’re just a natural beauty. It’s sort of unreal. I have to wonder if this is all a dream.”

  “Wake up,” she says while she tickles me. “Wake up!” She jumps on top of me.

  “It’s not a dream, is it?” I laugh, twirling with her until she’s on her back. I kiss her face and then kiss her bellybutton. She writhes below me.

  “I hope not,” she says.