Renegade

by Shannon Myers

  I could taste the red wine on her lips and smell her scent in the air.

  I was so screwed.

  Lauren sat back and rubbed at her swollen lips before deftly unfastening the red microscopic buttons on her dress. She stopped just as she got to the top of her strapless bra and asked, “Is this nice?”

  I nodded shakily as she slipped the strap down on one side and then the other until the dress fell around her waist. She took my hand and brought it up to rest against her tits.

  “What about this?”

  She was fucking with me—that had to be what this was. She wanted me to agree to all of it and then it’d somehow prove that I wasn’t long-term material.

  She wouldn’t have been wrong though.

  I dropped my hand back down and she gave me a puzzled look. “We don’t have to do this, Lauren. We can go inside and watch a movie or—”

  She rocked against me again. “Is that what you want? To watch a movie?”

  I exhaled loudly. “No. I just want to get to know you.”

  She grinned. “That’s what we’re doing, silly. We’re just getting to know each other.”

  Then she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall onto the porch. “It’s a good thing you don’t have neighbors,” she giggled as she leaned in to kiss me again.

  Lauren may have been a tiny little thing, but goddamn, did she make up for it with her breasts. My hand was halfway up before the bra hit the porch, ready to cop a feel. I was betting she was a C... maybe a D.

  Pale pink nipples hardened due to the slight evening breeze and my hands ached to cup them. I needed to stay focused on the task at hand. I was going to pass her little test until date five. By date five, you could bet your ass I was going to be motorboating the hell out of them.

  Her mouth and tits were pressed up against me, making my brain go haywire. I had zero experience with five-daters, but I was fairly certain that they didn’t do that on a first date.

  Maybe she was a one-dater?

  Only one way to find out. I was going to get my life back in order sooner than I thought if this worked. “Can I take you upstairs?”

  She nodded and dropped her head on my shoulder. Instead of waiting for her to move, I just stood up, carrying her in my arms through the front door and up the stairs with her dress bunched up around her waist and a pair of fantastic tits smashed against my chest.

  I gently laid her down on my king-sized bed and she shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress before kicking it off the side.

  I paused with my hand on my jeans. “You’re not drunk, right?”

  She smiled and shook her head. “Sober as a judge, officer. What about you?”

  “Well, I had two beers, so I’d say that I’m good.”

  She sat up on her knees and rested her hands against my chest. I quickly worked my jeans down off of my hips, thankful that I’d taken my shoes off after dinner, all while Lauren placed soft kisses down my jaw and neck.

  It was like a race to get my clothes off. I was so afraid that she was going to change her mind if I wasted another minute. I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt off, leaving the two of us in just our underwear.

  As if reading my mind, she rocked back on her heels and I could see that her sexy little hipster panties were soaked already. The material clung to her skin, perfectly framing the lips of her pussy for me.

  She slid them off with a wink and I followed suit, while she stared wide-eyed at my erection.

  “He won’t bite, Darlin’.”

  She nodded, but continued staring. I leaned down and let my teeth graze her jaw before pulling her mouth back to mine. Four years later and she was still the only woman who kept me mesmerized by her mouth.

  Lauren’s hand reached around the back of my neck, pinning me in place, while the other rested against the side of my head. Her moans grew louder as my mouth moved down past her collar bone and latched onto her nipple. I cupped her and confidently decided that she was indeed a D before nipping her with my teeth.

  She shuddered and raked her nails down the side of my head as her skin broke into goosebumps. I grinned at her reaction and alternated between licking and sucking until she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

  Thank you very much.

  The tingle in my spine warned me that taking my time wasn’t going to be an option for much longer. She’d had me in a perpetual state of arousal and I was on a strict three-hour masturbatory schedule.

  I flipped her onto her belly and pulled her hips back toward me. I’d had enough sex by this point to have a pattern. I preferred doggy style, but I’d let the chick be on top from time to time depending on my mood. I never did missionary; it was too personal.

  Lauren kept reaching back for me, but I moved out of her reach and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, taking my time to ensure I was completely prepared.

  “Mike?”

  I rubbed her lower back once her hips were in position. “Shhhh…just relax.”

  She nodded and put her face down against the comforter. This moment had been four years in the making. We’d encountered a lot of obstacles and resistance, but I was about to make that pussy mine and then send her on her merry way.

  Speaking of resistance…

  I froze. Holy fuck.

  “Lauren?”

  She picked her head up and reluctantly turned to face me. I could see the crimson on her cheeks thanks to the moonlight streaming in. “I was going to tell you…”

  “You’re a virgin?”

  She nodded and bit down on her lip.

  I’d done a lot of things…a virgin was not one of them though. I was suddenly having second thoughts about the whole thing.

  I began pulling out, but she reached back and rested her hand against the hairs on my thigh. “Please don’t stop. I want this.”

  She turned back around and placed her face against the comforter again, completely submissive, but it felt wrong. She deserved for her first time to be special—I wasn’t a complete animal.

  I gently rolled her onto her back and knelt down between her legs, sliding a finger through her wetness. Her moans let me know that I’d gotten off to the right start.

  God, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this—I was pretty much popping my own cherry again. I stroked her again, moving my finger in a figure eight pattern, praying that I was hitting a pleasure point. Her moans disappeared and I was left with the sound of soft breathing.

  Okay, step two.

  I brought my face down and licked along her slit, like an inexperienced teen. The moaning returned and I began lapping at her clit like a kid would a water hose on a hot summer day. I soon realized why I never did this; my fucking tongue was cramping up, and I was probably giving myself TMJ.

  Her pants grew louder so I slowly pushed my middle finger inside of her, while still maintaining rhythm with my tongue. While she initially fought the intrusion, within a few seconds she was writhing against my face.

  I wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around me. So, I brushed the evidence of her orgasm off of my face with the back of my hand and sat back up. I moved slowly, pressing the head of my dick against her pussy. “Darlin’, are you sure?”

  She whispered, “Please…” so, I pushed in a couple of inches, letting her adjust to my size. I stopped once I hit her barrier and dropped down onto my forearms. “Ready?”

  She nodded with wide fearful eyes even as her body began to inch up on the bed away from me in retreat. I felt like a prick. Her first time should’ve been with someone who wasn’t me.

  I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “It may hurt, but I’ll go slow.” That earned me another nervous nod.

  Then I realized that if I went slowly, I was going to hurt her a lot more. At the same time, I couldn’t tell her I was going to be quick. I pulled back until I was almost out before thrusting in roughly and breaking through her hymen.

  I’d done it.

  I’d just deflowered a
virgin.

  God, I bet my mom would be so proud.

  She cried out and dug her nails into my shoulders and I paused, kissing her again. I’d pictured her countless times, spread out before me just like this, but my imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. While giving her body a chance to adjust to me, my hands roamed freely down her arms and across to her tits. “You feel so fucking amazing,” I whispered and those green eyes tilted up to meet mine.

  She did too. The tightness gripped my dick, pulling me in deeper. Within a few seconds, her body began involuntarily rocking against me and we fell into a rhythm of sorts.

  Knowing how awkward my first time had been, I felt like I had this standard to meet with her. It had suddenly become my job to ensure that Lauren experienced an orgasm during her first time. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist before I backed her up against the wall.

  The position gave me better control. At this angle, my dick was thrusting right up against her front wall and I knew within a couple of seconds that I was hitting her G-spot. Her body went stiff and her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

  Gripping her ass tightly in my hands, I forced myself deeper. Lauren grew louder again, so I moved faster to keep up. My balls tightened and I groaned. The heels of her feet stroked my lower back, encouraging me to join her.

  My thrusts became quicker and shallower as she raked her nails down my back and cried out something unintelligible, milking my cock for all it was worth. I thrust once more and then joined her in a freefall.

  My face was numb.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but I’d just had the best sex of my life with a virgin. I led us back to the bed and settled her in against the pillows before disposing of the condom.

  Then I did something else unexpected—I climbed in next to her and pulled her to my chest before whispering, “Stay the night?”

  Lauren nodded sleepily and nestled in closer.

  I dozed briefly, but woke while it was still dark, rock hard and ready for her again. We were still spooning, so I just slid down the bed a bit and lifted her leg before sliding back into her still damp folds. She awoke with a loud moan and I realized that she was probably sore as hell and not in the mood for more sex. That thought changed when she began stroking herself while whispering, “Harder.”

  What was it about this woman that made her feel like home to me?

  When did I start thinking like a greeting card?

  When would the wanting her go away?

  I was so beyond fucked that I needed a new word to describe it. One night wasn’t going to be enough and now that I knew that no one else had ever been inside of her, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to share.

  Lauren

  The next morning…

  I rolled over and tried to settle in against the pillow when I realized it didn’t feel like mine. I opened my eyes and surveyed the unfamiliar room before remembering that I was at Mike’s.

  I’d done it.

  I’d lost my virginity.

  I probably should’ve done something about it when I was a teen, but I’d been a little busy trying to stay fed and clothed while Monica was off on a bender. By the time I got to college, I was so hellbent on proving to Josué and Isaac that I wasn’t going to turn out like Monica that I’d all but chained myself to the desk in my dorm room. After college, I’d been focused on finding a career and by then my virginity suddenly meant a lot more to me. I’d wanted it to mean something when I lost it.

  Somehow, knowing that I’d chosen Mike, didn’t leave me feeling any better about things though. I’d had a plan, but for whatever reason, I threw that plan right out the window after sitting on the porch and watching the sunset with him.

  I stretched my back and was rewarded by a foreign twinge of pain from my pelvic region. Mike shifted in his sleep and mumbled something before his breathing evened out again.

  What was I still doing here?

  I’d known what he was from the beginning, but had gone for it anyway. The equivalent of diving into the shallow end of the pool. I sat up just enough to see his alarm clock. It was a little after six; if I left now I could avoid the awkward rejection that was no doubt coming once he woke up.

  I slid out from under the covers and went down on my hands and knees, searching for my clothes.

  I was exhausted and longing for sleep. It seemed I would just get settled only to be woken by Mike pushing his way into me again. I’d lost count of how many times it had happened, but the evidence was currently running down my leg.

  Had he used a condom every time?

  Okay, not a problem.

  I was a responsible independent woman. I would just wait until the pharmacy opened and go get some Plan B, as my birth control plan up until tonight had been ‘what’s the point?’

  I found my underwear near the foot of the bed just as Mike sat straight up. “He shot them. Grey, he just shot them.” His eyes were staring straight ahead and I realized that he was still asleep. He laid back against the pillow again while I clutched my chest on the floor in fright.

  I slid across the hardwood and over to his side of the bed where I found my dress. I added it to the underwear and crawled out of the bedroom.

  I wanted to sit and watch him sleep, but it wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t going to offer more and I knew that. It had been outrageous to think that I could make him fall in love with me.

  I paused at the top of the stairs and pulled my underwear and dress back on. My bra was still out on the porch somewhere. Without reason though, my feet led me back to his bedroom.

  He was still lying in the same position on his back with one arm resting behind his head. The sun was just starting to come up enough that I could see him without squinting. Something near him caught my eye in the early morning light and I realized it was blood. My blood. On his white sheets.

  I held my breath and backed out of the room slowly. Well, there was absolutely no way in hell that I could stick around now. I made it downstairs and found my purse and sandals before recovering my bra from the porch.

  And then, I was just gone.

  I woke with a start to a pounding on my front door. I sat up, completely disoriented. It was one of those weird sleeps where you aren’t sure if it’s morning or afternoon when you wake.

  I stumbled out of bed, stubbing my toe on the nightstand and letting out a very unladylike “Fuck” in the process. It was only nine AM, I needed a lot more than three hours of sleep so whoever was on the other side was about to regret waking me.

  I threw the door open to… “Mike? What are you doing here?”

  That had not been part of the plan. The plan had been sex, leave, sleep, pharmacy, and then carrying on with my life. Nowhere in the plans did he show back up again.

  He held out a coffee. “I brought you this. Why’d you leave?”

  I took the cardboard cup from him and held it in my hands. “You didn’t have to come all this way to deliver me coffee.”

  He took a step forward and leaned against the door frame. “You didn’t answer my question. Why’d you leave?”

  I sighed, “I thought that’s what you’d want. I was trying to make it easier.”

  He nodded. “So, that’s it? You just use me for sex and then leave without so much as a goodbye or at least some fucking explanation for how you’ve managed to remain a virgin for twenty-seven years?”

  I grabbed the front of his shirt and quickly pulled him into my apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. “Thanks for announcing that to the entire complex.”

  Mike gave me that lopsided grin that made my insides turn to mush. I think he enjoyed tormenting me. “Darlin’, we could’ve had this discussion out in the country in private if only you’d stayed.”

  I gestured to the couch and he sat down. “Do you want coffee? I think you’re gonna need coffee. God knows I need coffee.” He gave me that stupid grin again and I snapped, “What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
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br />   “Because you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re mad and yes, I’ll take some coffee. Thank you.” He turned away from me and began taking off his boots, but I could see that the grin was still firmly affixed to his face.

  A few minutes later, I presented him with a large mug of coffee before grabbing my cardboard cup from the kitchen counter and joining him on the sofa.

  He took a sip and then fixed his gaze on me. “You’ve got some pretty serious charges stacked against you, Lauren. The evidence doesn’t look good. I want to help you, but you’re going to have to be honest with me.”

  Oh, he was good.

  I shifted on the couch, unsure of how much to reveal to him. Instead of coming clean, I got defensive. “I don’t know why we’re having this conversation. You’re not looking for more. What we had last night was good, but—”

  He frowned. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to pin this on me. Sure, maybe I didn’t know what I wanted, but I’m not the one who left this morning.”

  He was right, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit defeat. He was here in my living room; that had to count for something. Was I just making excuses because I didn’t know how to let myself be happy?

  I looked away from him and answered, “You’re right. I left because I thought it would hurt less than being rejected by you. I don’t know how to do this whole relationship thing, mainly because I’ve never been in one. God, that makes me sound clingy.”

  Mike set his coffee down on the side table and took my hand. “No, I’m the same. If we’re being honest—fine, I’ve never been in an ‘exclusive relationship.’ Hell, most of my dates haven’t lasted past the morning. Last night was something I’ve never experienced before—”

  I cut him off with a bitter laugh. “What? Never had sex with a virgin before?”

  He shook his head. “Not even once. That’s not what I mean though. For me, it’s always just been sex. Last night was something else though—it meant something. I just have a lot of questions right now though—you told me in Galveston that you weren’t a virgin.”