by Vivian Ward
“I can’t believe I kissed Christian Wilde,” she whispered into my ear.
“I can’t believe I kissed Sarabelle Williams,” I replied.
I released her from my embrace and held her at arm’s length, staring into her eyes. She had a slight smile on her face but she was being cautious as well. I can’t say that I blamed her.
I’d be wary of a guy like me too. Maybe she has found a side of me that no one knew existed, or maybe not. All I knew was that if I wanted to be with this girl, I was going to have to change my ways and change them quickly.
As I stood in the middle of the park staring at her face, longing for another kiss from her, I noticed that she was shivering.
“You must be freezing,” I said. “Why don’t you come back my house with me and get out of the cold? I promise no more surprises are waiting for you up there.”
She thought about it for a minute before nodding in agreement. Even as cold as it was outside, I was still a bit surprised when she agreed to come back in with me.
She had been through so much dumb shit with me that I doubted I’d ever see her inside my place again. The fact that she was coming back so quickly was a little bit of a shock to me. I figured she had already written me off.
I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her the best I could as we started walking back to my house. The temperature had dropped significantly in the previous few hours and it was all I could to keep her warm.
The walk back to my house seemed to take forever. On an ordinary night where we would both have bundled up, it would have been easy to walk together and enjoy the winter sights and smells.
I’ve always loved watching the skies turn gray before an intense winter storm or enjoying the scent of the cold air just before it snows. Maybe we would enjoy those things together at some point but that was not going to be the night. The only thing I wanted to do was get her back to my place and warm her up before she suffered from hypothermia.
Once we finally got back to my house, I had her sit down on the couch while I went into my room to grab the thickest, warmest, fuzziest blanket I could find. My sister was passed out face-down on my bed so she wouldn’t be bothering us anymore that evening.
Once I found a warm, soft blanket, I went back into the living room and wrapped it tightly around her. Even with the blanket wrapped around her, she continued to shake so I tossed a few logs into the fireplace to start a fire.
Even though I haven’t used the fireplace much, I’ve had the chimney cleaned every year and make sure to always have a half-cord of heavily seasoned wood stacked up and ready to use. Eventually, after several minutes of trying, I was able to get the fire started.
Even under the warm blanket in front of the fireplace, it looked like she was still freezing to death as she shivered relentlessly.
“Why don’t you bring your blanket and come down here on the floor. Sitting close to the fire should help warm you right up.”
I expected some resistance or, at the very least, a little hesitation. Instead, she wrapped the blanket around her tightly, got up off the couch and slid down onto the floor next to me.
You could almost see her body thawing out as the orange flames flickered and popped. Slowly, I saw her body start to relax as she began to get more comfortable while the warmth took over her body.
As she sat in front of the fire, we looked into each other’s eyes but neither of us said a word. Typically, having someone staring at me without talking would make me uncomfortable but not with her.
Eventually, she unwrapped the blanket from around her and leaned back onto her elbows. She turned her face toward the fire before leaning her head back, letting the warmth cover her cheeks.
I went into the kitchen to grab the wine I had poured for us earlier but all I found was two empty glasses. Apparently my sister had taken care of them for us. I poured us each a fresh glass and made my way back into the living room.
As I handed Sarabelle her wine, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked stunning with her eyes sparkling and that cute little dimple showing up on her right cheek. I took a seat next to her on the floor and we talked about nothing in particular. We just hung out getting to know each other a little better.
While it felt like we had only been talking for minutes, the next time I looked at the clock, I realized that nearly two hours had passed. I was going to offer to take her home when she did something entirely unexpected. She leaned up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Holding her face, I kissed her back as our lips lingered on one another. My cock jerked and I wanted to grab a handful of her breasts or reach under her dress and slide her panties off but I didn’t. If she were any other girl, I would have but not with her.
There was something special between us and I wasn’t about to ruin it by making a move much too early. I put those thoughts out of my mind the best I could and kissed her back even more passionately. She caught me off-guard when she leaned into my ear and started whispering to me.
“Christian, I want you. I want you right now.”
I know she can’t be serious. I don’t know if it was the wine talking or if she was beginning to develop feelings for me, but it caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, I didn’t feel like she was truly ready to give herself to me.
On the contrary, she is gorgeous and sexy. She’d be hard pressed to find a man who would say no to her once she announced that she wanted him. My conscious was getting the best of me. What was I supposed to do?
Sarabelle 11
There was so much going on in my head. I was dealing with so many feelings that I’d never felt before. It would have been easy to get overwhelmed but somehow, that wasn’t happening to me.
My mind was much clearer than it has ever been. I was in the moment but it wasn’t having any effect on me. I knew what I wanted and it was Christian. It didn’t matter that he was someone I never thought I would be with.
The fact that I thought he was basically the scum of the earth just weeks prior no longer mattered because he was allowing me to see a side of himself that I’m pretty sure nobody has seen and if anyone had, it had been a while.
We continued to kiss for a very long time. With no sexual experience to speak of, kissing has always been what I’ve used to show affection. I was impressed by how good of a kisser Christian was. It made me want him that much more.
Eventually, we had to come up for air so we broke away from each other and laid down on the floor. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a happy sigh. He stretched his arm outward and cradled me.
“I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe we’re doing this together. I never dreamed in a million years that I’d be here with you.”
He kissed me on the top of my head and I could feel my heart melt. “I know what you mean. I can’t believe we’re laying here either. I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be honest with you. When we first met, all I wanted to do was get you into bed and send you on your way. Something changed and I started developing feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m glad things are working out this way. I feel like I need you in my life.”
“Really? How do I know you’re not feeding me more lines?”
“You don’t, but I’m not. I may have told many women lots of things to get them into my bed, but that’s not what I’m doing here. This is different. I don’t know how else to explain it but this is different.”
Those were exactly the words that I was hoping to hear. I leaned over to him and started to kiss all over his neck. I flicked his earlobe and started nibbling on it, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
Rising up to my knees, I made my way in front of him and straddled myself onto his lap. As I ran my hands along his shoulders and neck, I kissed him passionately, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.
As we kissed, his hands began making their way across my body. Eventually, they found my breasts through my dress and he started to rub
and squeeze them lightly as he returned my kiss. Since I was down on my knees, my dress was already slightly raised. He used his hands to push it the rest of the way up to my waist.
I moved my hands across his chest and down to his stomach before slipping them under his blue polo shirt. I loved the feeling of his muscles under my soft touch.
Slowly, I pushed his shirt up, exposing the muscles I was just touching. He broke away from our kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it to the other side of the room.
Craning my head to get a better view of his body, I leaned back for a second to allow the glow of the crackling fire to illuminate his defined abs. The sight of his body made me want him that much more.
“I want you to make love to me right here in front of the fire. Just take me. I want you,” I said and meant every single word.
A low, throaty growl escaped his lips as he began to push at the top of my dress, doing everything he could to get it over my head. I moved my hands down to help him, exposing my breasts.
I wasn’t wearing a bra.
There was no way to wear one and not have it hanging out of this tiny dress that belonged to my sister. Even though we were in front of the roaring fire, I was so turned on that my nipples were hard. Christian noticed them too so he leaned down and took my left nipple into his warm mouth. I gasped softly as he swirled his tongue all around it.
My nails traced his shoulders and all along the top of his back while his hands were busy moving away from my tits, making their way down my body and under my dress. Christian slipped his fingers into the sides of my panties, working them down. When he realized they weren’t coming off, he laid me down onto my back to finish sliding them off of me.
Christian fumbled slightly while he unbuttoned and unzipped his black dress slacks. With my dress still raised above my waist, he moved my legs apart and positioned himself between them. He could feel my wetness and sensed my sudden jumpiness.
“Christian, you need to know that I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin. Just be easy, okay?”
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured me. “You’re in total control right now, and if you need me to stop or slow down, let me know. I don’t want to do anything that you wouldn’t enjoy.”
Never breaking eye contact with me, he gently slipped the head of his erect cock into my tight virgin hole. I gasped at the sharp feeling and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. The pain was sudden but wasn’t unbearable and soon the pain subsided.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed on as he pushed himself completely inside of me. I moaned out his name as he started to push himself slowly in and out of my hole.
The more comfortable I became, the better it began to feel and the more I started to relax. Before long, I was really getting into it. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his hips as he started fucking me faster and harder. Our mouths found each other as we locked into another deep, passionate kiss. I clung to Christian as our moans escaped from our kisses.
Gripping his shoulders tightly, I started to thrust my hips up towards his. A few moments later, I had the first orgasm of my life, and I could feel my pussy start to tighten and clamp down onto his thick, rigid dick, which moved Christian right over the edge.
He began to growl as he emptied himself inside of me. I could feel his warm seed shooting out in spurts. I laid my head back and savored the moment.
When his facial expression relaxed and his muscles stopped flexing, he opened his eyes and looked at me; we grinned at each other simultaneously.
“I know this might sound crazy,” he said, “but I’ve been waiting for a day like this for a long time. I’ve been waiting for a woman to come along that would make me feel like this.”
I could feel myself blushing as he stroked my face. He leaned down to kiss me again. He remained inside of me until his erection faded and he slipped out of me. Only then did he roll off of me and laid down beside me.
He rested on his back and pulled me close to him. I cuddled up against his body and rested my head on his chest. The whole experience had been incredible. This man, who has an entire reputation of being a chauvinistic pig turned out to be the perfect gentleman.
He took his time and was careful with me. Everything he did felt gentle. I smiled and snuggled myself into him until we both fell asleep.
Christian 12
Sarabelle slept with her head on my chest for the entire night. When I woke up, I was sore and stiffer than I’d ever been. No doubt the result of sleeping in one position on the hard floor all night.
When I looked down and saw her face, still sleeping and looking so content, I knew that a little stiffness in my body was more than worth the prize. Part of me wanted to get up so I could start a pot of coffee but a much larger part of me never wanted to get up again.
If I could have held her in my arms forever, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, which made her begin to stir.
The beautiful angel that was lying in my arms looked up at me and smiled. She appeared to be happy with no regrets about allowing me to take her virginity. We had spent our first of, what would hopefully be, many nights together.
Even as I was lying there, I still couldn’t believe it. She had witnessed the worst in me and was still willing to give me a shot when she had every reason not to. She looked past the way I treated her the first night we met.
She looked past my perverted joke at her house. She looked past a lot because she saw something in me that even I didn’t know existed. I’m still not entirely sure what it is she sees in me but I can feel something inside of me changing.
My way of thinking is changing. Before she woke up, I was worried that she would run out of the house after realizing that what we had done was nothing but a huge mistake.
Seeing that smile on her face gave me relief. I was so happy to see that she didn’t regret being with me. It was at that moment that I sincerely believed that she would be the woman to turn my life around for the better and finally give it more meaning.
“Hi,” she whispered softly as she gently ran her fingernails up and down on my chest.
“Good morning,” I replied. “Did you sleep well?”
“I’m pretty sure that was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life,” she said as she stretched.
“I’d have to agree with you there. Last night was incredible. You want some coffee?”
“I’d love some. You need some help?”
“Nope, I’ve got this.”
Even though I didn’t need her assistance, she still followed me into the kitchen to give me a hand. While I measured out the coffee grounds and put them into the filter, she fished out the milk, cream, and sugar.
We had a seat at my kitchen table while we waited for the coffee to brew. I closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of the fresh coffee scent in the air while Sarabelle sat staring at me.
“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing,” she replied, looking down at the table.
“You had to be looking at something. What is is?”
“I was just looking at you.”
“I was able to gather that on my own. The question here is why were you looking at me?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t believe that we’re doing this.”
“Really? It’s just coffee,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“You know what I mean. I never thought I would be sitting in your kitchen the morning after spending the night with you. It’s like everything I thought I knew was wrong.”
“No, most of what you knew was probably right on the money. Sarabelle, I’ve never claimed to be this great guy. I’ve been an asshole. I’ve been a cut-throat businessman.
I’ve taken many shortcuts to get ahead both in business and in life. As much as I’d love to sit here and tell you that I’m a terrific man, I would be lying to you. With that being said, last night was the fi
rst time I could see the potential to change that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you make want to become a better person. When I look at you, I don’t think about my own selfish needs like I normally would. When I look at you, the only thing I want to do is treat you right and make you happy.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
“It is and it isn’t at the same time.”
“I don’t understand,” she quizzed. “How can those types of feelings be anything but a good thing? Is it because you still want to whore around and bang as many women as you can? If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you, you know? I just won’t be around waiting while you do it.”
“No Sarabelle, it is nothing like that at all. I like feeling like this. It’s the first time in ages that I could actually see myself being faithful to one woman. There has only been one person before you who has ever made me feel like this and she broke my heart. In fact, she was the reason I became the womanizer everyone knows today. I don’t know if I could handle something like that again.”
Sarabelle looked at me as her eyes started to water. She began to move her lips to say something but they didn’t want to cooperate as they quivered. Instead, she stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” she whispered softly into my ear. “You don’t have to worry about me. If you treat me right, I won’t be going anywhere.”
While the words were lovely to hear, I had heard them before. Raina Garcia was my high school sweetheart. If you want to get technical, we were sweethearts long before that. I still remember the first time I ever laid eyes on her.
I was sitting in my fifth-grade classroom waiting for the day to start when she came walking in holding a note from the secretary in her hand. She was the cutest girl I had ever seen. She had he hair done in pigtails and had light freckles across her nose.