Pushing himself up, Max stares hard into Tiffany's eyes. They're green like his, though more gray than emerald. Her dark skin makes them look all the more dazzling.
His eyebrows knit together with worry and sadness and probably a thousand other emotions, each one of them battling for control of his body. He lifts his hand, then sets it back down. He looks to the floor blushing, and Tiffany's eyes widen with confusion. She wishes he would do something, anything. Claim her.
His hand brushes her jaw, pushing errant hair away from her features.
Even though Tiffany knows these touches are the touches of a drunk man, she relishes in them. When she was a teen she had fantasies about being touched this way, his soft skin exploring her body. She gulps back a small sob as she watches him search her eyes.
When he kisses her, she doesn't resist. She can't. Her whole body accepts the pressure and sensation, the tingles and heat that arise from between her legs almost instantly. She stops breathing for a moment and melts into him, too drunk and too full of years of desire to pull away. Her hands clutch his shirt. His soft, warm lips press against hers, and they open and their tongues tangle.
Tiffany might be a wild child. She might party hard and drink too much, but she's a virgin. She's saving herself for the one man who has ever kept her interested for more than five minutes, the one man who has protected her and guided her and taught her so much. For the longest time, she thought her patience was in vain. As he presses against her and lays her back onto the couch, she can't help thinking that it was worth the wait. He smells of liquor and his lips still taste like his salty tears, but this moment is so heavenly.
Good things come to those who wait.
His mouth leaves her lips and finds her neck. It still smells of her perfume and her sweat from dancing with her girlfriends. Max licks these memories away, finding her skin salty but also sweet. His mouth surrounds a chunk of black skin, sucking in hard and breaking the blood vessels that will leave a lovely bruise.
A shiver goes down Tiffany's back. Her arms wrap around the boy of her dreams, her hands pulling his shirt up and holding him tight. Teeth graze her flesh as she thinks to herself, the whole world could end right now and I would be happy.
Max sloppily slides a hand up Tiffany's shirt. It's so tight that his hand is pinned to her, forced to spread out and feel every part of her slender body that it can reach. His hand grazes beneath her right breast. Frustrated with the tightness, both hands tear the shirt open.
“Max!” Tiffany gasps, and then she laughs. She can buy another shirt. The look on his face is serious, lustful, manly. Not the boyish face of the Max she grew up with. No, this is the face of a man who wants to fuck her brains out, and she is more than happy to oblige.
“Do you like it rough?”
Tiffany blushes, but she has no answer for his question. “I-” Shit, I don't want to say I'm a virgin. That'd be weird. “I don't know! I've never tried it before.”
Max growls into her neck and bites hard. She gasps again, her toes curling and her nipples getting hard. “Do you want to find out?”
She only nods in response, her womanhood pulsating heat and desire. Tiffany can't wait for Max to touch her there, to feel her heat and her wetness. She bites her bottom lip and arches her back as Max tears away the rest of her shirt, leaving her topless aside from the tattered fabric draped over her arms.
He moves down, his mouth focusing on her breasts. Delicious globs of flesh, the perfect size for his hands. Her nipples are stiff and sensitive, each lick and nibble sending a shock through Tiffany and making her clitoris twitch. She's never felt it twitch before. It's pleasant, in a way.
His fingers scratch down her sides, leaving raised trails, dark streaks that claim her as his domain. Beautiful, territorial, sexy. Max's hands reach behind her back and pull her chest towards him, allowing him a different angle for suckling on her beautiful pink nipple.
Kissing her collar bone, he moves down again. His hands hold her thick thighs apart, spreading them wide and exposing her hidden flesh. He pushes her leather skirt up and exposes her panties. They are sheer pink and lacy with a damp spot from her desire.
“God damn,” Max groans. “I can't wait to taste you, Tiffany.”
Tiffany is embarrassed by the comment at first, her face flushing dark red. When Max dips his head into her skirt and nibbles at her pussy lips through her panties, though, she stops caring and gives in. His large fingers push aside her thin panties. Max examines her luscious pussy lips, pulling them wide and exposing her stiff clitoris. The way her juices for droplets on what little hair she has down there, and how it drips down to her ass, drives Max wild with desire. Her pubic hair is as black as night, curly and wild, which shouldn't be a surprise for him but somehow is.
Max dips his tongue into her folds, only probing her for now. Tasting her, savoring the experience of being with his best friend. Thoughts of Charlotte are miles away for right now, his mind solely focused on exploring this black goddess below him.
Bringing a finger to her folds, he drags it up and then down on both sides. It teases around her clitoris, never fully touching it. Tiffany gasps, raising her ass to try and trick him into touching her and giving her some release.
Max doesn't give in, enjoying her desire and the torture he's inflicting. A wicked smile crosses his face and he licks her folds again, enjoying her taste. As with his finger, he drags his tongue around the velvet inner skin but never once touches her most pleasurable spot.
“Please,” Tiffany begs, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Please just lick me, please!”
Max watches her face contort with frustration before finally giving her what she wants. His tongue slips over the hood covering her clit, and Tiffany jolts upright with an “OH!”
She tugs at his hair, directing his mouth to apply pressure in certain spots. His tongue darts all around, still teasing her, only sometimes pressing against her clitoris. She moans and whines and grunts, trying to get her pleasure.
Max stops and pulls away, setting a finger at her entrance. He inserts it and Tiffany makes a face.
“What's wrong?”
“I'm- well, I'm a virgin.” Crap. She didn't want to tell him that.
Max pulls away, his eyes wide. “Seriously? You have had a ton of boyfriends!”
Blushing, Tiffany shrugs. “I was waiting for the right time.”
Drunken realization dawns on Max. She was waiting for him. A renewed hunger for her overtakes him. Max pushes himself up and kisses her with passion, his hand cradling her head and pulling her close.
His finger then falls to where it was, and it's inserted again. Slowly, he enters her, not wanting to hurt her. He pumps his finger in and out until the discomfort on her face turns to pleasure, her mouth open wide in an O shape.
“Do you like this?” He asks, eying her for any sort of negative reaction. She nods, holding her breath and letting it out slowly. “Do you want me to... to take your virginity?”
Tiffany thinks for a second. It's what she's wanted most of her life, but she's drunk now. Maybe it's not the best time.
In the end, her drunk lust wins. She nods. “Yes. I want you to be my first.”
Max tries to sweep Tiffany up into his arms, to carry her into his bedroom and make her first time more special than just on the couch in his living room. He puts his arms below her body and heaves her up, but the alcohol in his system causes him to swerve and fall over, nearly cracking his head on a bookshelf.
Tiffany gasps and pushes herself out of his arms before dragging him back to the couch. “What were you thinking?” She asks, surprised and worried.
“I wanted to take you to my bedroom and you know, make it special.”
Tiffany looks at Max with wide eyes, and then she bursts out laughing. “You don't have to carry me around and be romantic for it to be special! You just have to be there!”
Max gives Tiffany a quivering bottom lip.
“Come on, let's both walk to your
bedroom. It's safer that way.”
Tiffany helps Max back to his feet and then leads the way to his room. It's up a flight of stairs and past a few other rooms in Max's huge family mansion.
Trying to save face, Max decides to at least wrap his arm around her waist while they climb the stairs. Tiffany giggles and then stops before they enter the room. Max ogles at her, her breasts still uncovered. They look wonderful even though they are small. She opens the door, then looks to Max and lifts up her arms.
“Alright, carry me from here!”
Max laughs, then swings her small body up into his arms. His muscles ache from the beer, but he carries her to his huge bed and sets her down gently with a kiss before spreading her legs again. He gets between them, dragging his hands up and down her skin.
He marvels at how soft she is. Her skin feels like silk.
“Take me, Max.” Tiffany pulls up her skirt. Her panties are wetter than before.
Max slides her panties down her legs and then climbs up to her. Tiffany unbuckles her best friend's belt and pulls his pants down, her eyes never leaving his cock. It's larger than she expected, just a bit larger than average. A bead of sweat falls down her neck.
Max wraps his hand around his manhood and pumps it a few times, trying get it even harder. “I'll go slow,” he says. “At first, at least,” he adds, a sly grin on his face. He places himself against her entrance, savoring her virginal heat before entering her and pushing past that last layer of skin.
Tiffany gasps with the small jolt of pain, but then it subsides before Max has even pushed himself in all the way. By the time his balls gently tap at her ass cheeks, she's gripping Max's sheets and moaning loudly.
Her inner walls ripple and move with her moans, showing off her desire. Her muscles try to pull him in deeper. As Max pulls out, they protest.
He pushes it back in slowly, and pulls out again slowly. The third thrust is faster. Tiffany screams as his cock hits her in just the right place, and Max does his best to do it again. His thumb rests on her clit between them, rubbing with each thrust, giving Tiffany even more pleasure.
Her legs are wrapped around his hips. His hands are holding onto her hips tight, pulling her down onto his cock quickly. His balls are starting to tighten, and he know he'll cum soon.
That's when Tiffany finally explodes, her orgasm filling the room with a shrill shriek and then panicked gasps. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! Don't stop Max!”
And he doesn't. He keeps fucking Tiffany until he explodes deep within her and then, allowing the liquor to finally win over his body, he rolls over and passes out next to her. The last thing Max remembers is Tiffany wrapping her arms around his chest and whispering, “It was better than I imagined.”
With a headache and drool on his pillow, Max slowly is brought back to the conscious world. Still laying down, he pulls his knees up to his chest to stretch his glutes, turning his head to look around the room. There, next to him, is Tiffany, her makeup smeared but still beautiful.
“Morning, Rich Boy.”
His breath catches in his throat. Realizing with a sinking feeling in his stomach that his dream wasn't a dream at all. Tiffany is laying next to him, one eye smeared with eyeliner, a sleepy smile on her face. She leans in and kisses him and a chill runs up his spine. The kiss feels nice, but it's wrong.
Tiffany has always been more of a little sister to him. There's so many things keeping him from even considering her romantically. For one, she comes from a poor family and her parents hold his wealth against him. For another thing... she isn't Charlotte.
“Did we...?” He asks, too scared to finish the question he already knows the answer to. Tiffany cocks her head to one side, her red hair falling in tangled waves down her back.
“Did we have sex?” She clarifies. “Yeah, we did. You were my first.”
Oh, God. I took her virginity and now I have to somehow explain to her that this wasn't ever meant to happen. A bead of sweat slips down Max's forehead before dripping from his nose. Tiffany watches him for a moment, suddenly realizing this won't be the happy moment she was hoping for. No, he's not going to suddenly want to date her.
“We don't have to be awkward about this,” she says. She smiles as casually as she can muster, hoping that it will fool Max.
“Okay,” he replies.
“I'm fine with taking our friendship to the next level, or not. It's like, whatever, right?” She says. He wishes he could give her what she wants, but he can't. He doesn't feel that way about her and never has. Max's heart sinks. How is he supposed to let this beautiful woman down?
“Tiffany, look.” He stops and thinks, the pause long and awkward. He starts again. “Things with Charlotte are complicated but, you know. And you know that we probably can't ever work, since your family hates me.”
Max can't bear to look at her while he's crushing her heart in his own hands. Instead, he picks at his fingernails, and then at the callous on his palm from weight lifting. He hears her sniffle but still doesn't look up.
The bed shifts as Tiffany stands up. She gulps down the bile in her throat, the taste of battery acid that always accompanies being let down. This taste is one she knows better than the taste of alcohol. “Hey, Rich Boy, that's fine. I meant that our next step could be like, friends with benefits or something. What did you think I meant?” She tries to choke out a laugh. It almost sounds convincing. “Anyway, I have work in a little bit, so I'm gonna go. Text me next time you're at the club.”
She covers her breasts and looks around the room before opening up Max's shirt drawer. “Gonna borrow one of these, okay?”
Max nods and looks away again as she slips his shirt on over her head. It swallows her, the bottom of the shirt going well past the bottom of her leather skirt. Glancing at her, Max catches her wiping away one tear and then fluffing out her fake red hair in the mirror.
“Later,” she says, sounding cheerful. How does she manage to sound like that?
“Later.” His voice isn't much more than a whisper.
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