by Lolita Lane
Chapter Three
Bruce climbed on my bed with me, his presence looming over mine. His cock was sitting right outside my folds, rubbing against me. This was as close as we ever got. Letting him rub himself on my clit, or against my body. Never going all the way. I'd dreamed about this moment – I really did. In the years I've been dating Bruce, I think the amount of times literally dreamed about him fucking me had to be in the hundreds.
Now, it was going to be a dream come true.
I reached down between my legs and guided him closer toward my pussy, feeling the head of his cock tickle my folds.
"Can't believe the day has finally come," he said, still teasing the outside of my folds. Every little stroke was driving me crazier and crazier and I was so damn ready for him to just thrust through. I didn't care about the pain, I just wanted him more than ever before.
Bruce, though, did care about how I felt. He wanted to make sure that this was truly a tender, wonderful experience through me. As he slowly inched himself in, I let out a long, low moan. It was so intense feeling him as he entered me, even as he was poking at the last barrier of my purity. He took hold of my hands, holding them tightly as he started to push himself through.
A tear, a sting, it was something alright. Nowhere near as bad as I would possibly expect it to be though, giving me a calming notion of one of the many things that I had feared about having my first time with just anyone.
Having him inside me though, was far greater than any pain. The pressure was immense, and he waited a moment to let me adjust to having him inside me. It didn't take long before my smile was just as wide as before, and I nodded at him, encouraging him to fuck me properly.
"Taking to my cock so naturally are we?" He laid a firm kiss on me as he started the pace of withdrawing and coming back inside me, sending waves through me with every cycle. Each one built on the last, making me pant for him, making me call out to him. He let go of my hands to explore my body, letting the rest of my body enjoy his touch as it slid down my body.
In return I caressed him right back, running my nails down his spine, knowing that I was creating goosebumps on him as much as he was creating them in me. The way his back was shaped, I'd felt him so many times, that even if he were to vanish from me tomorrow, I'd remember ever centimeter of his body. He was mine, my sexy strong football playing lover.
His fucking grew more intense, and kept building me higher and stronger toward that bliss that we both so often coveted. In a move of blissful cruelty, his fingers traveled to my clit, massaging it in tandem with his penetrations, making me moan louder, harder, stronger as he went. Soon, our meeting was growing so intense that I was holding onto his arms as he fucked me, doing my damnedest just to hold on in the face of it all.
Trembling, I realized how badly I wanted this after years, how blissful it really was to be giving so much pleasure as I was receiving. Still, it felt wrong to simply be passive and receptive alone. Not only was Bruce fucking so damn well, but he had already eaten me out.
The pain of virginity was gone. It was time to do something a little more nontraditional than what we were doing, anyway.
I placed my hands on his chest, and pushed him, making him roll over to the side. I was swiftly back on top of him. "It's my turn to show you just how much I want you, Bruce."
He nodded with an eyebrow, very much intrigued. Slipping out of me during our roll, I was now on top of him, and grabbed his cock, jerking it slightly. He was soaking wet and covered with my juices. For a moment, I realized he had been fucking me bareback. As we never really explored the regular sort of cock meets pussy sex, I never bothered to get on birth control. Still, though, I didn't want to break the mood for that. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and I found my fantasies shifting to having that desire extend to his load.
Maybe it was the lust talking, making me do stupid things, and not care that I was risking becoming an eighteen-year-old mother. I brought him to the tightness of my entrance, and slid myself down on him. He felt so damn good inside me like this, as I grinded on his cock, teasing him just as he had teased me.
In return, he reached up and grabbed my breasts, massaged them as I started to bounce on him, and fuck him right back. The bliss was shooting through me with every thrust, his hands going to my hips and picking up our intensity as he rushed us toward the rhythm we had moments before when the roles were reversed.
His strength was being driven through me, shaking my body. Even with his hands holding them steady, the movement of my breasts made him tickle my nipple.
I was looking down at him, his smile, his face. So handsome, so cut, so mine. He really was mine. Every time we got intimate I was reminded of just how much he cared for me, how much he wanted me. The fact that he was perfectly fine with waiting nearly half a decade for me to spread my legs properly told me that I was making the right decision.
Feeling his bare, naked cock inside me also was a constant thing on my mind. He was worth the risk. I was so sure that Bruce was going to be my lover, my everything, my soulmate, and just be mine forever. If I happened to get pregnant off of this encounter, as unlikely as it was, I knew he would be there for me. We were going to have a family together anyway, so what if we started it earlier than I thought?
More than anything else though, I wanted the full experience. He was fucking me, and I was loving it. I was climbing toward climax, yes, and I knew it would soon come and be absolutely wonderful. I yearn to know what it really felt like to have a man unload inside of you, all of his hot cum filling me up. I was a virgin, but I wasn't naive. Condoms weren't hated strictly by guys, all too many girls in the locker room had mentioned they preferred it bareback and it wasn't just because flesh felt better than rubber.
Granted, I did quite enjoy his flesh inside me, and the way it was rubbing against my own. The rhythm of the friction between us was explosive as it shuddered through me again and again. A sloppy sound of our bits meeting, I could barely pay it any mind as the power of the orgasm building in me grew stronger. Furthermore, its volume was muted more so by my moans growing louder and louder.
More I wanted, and it was more than I got. I was heaving myself up and down on his body, getting lost in the full allure of him inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and I was too certain that he was right there with me as we were ascending higher and higher toward orgasm. Every penetration came with him going full on and deeply into me, pushing the limits of just what I could take. He fit so perfectly, it was as if destiny had crafted his cock just for my body, the perfect instrument to please me. He used said perfect cock to inch me higher. I was trembling, awaiting that final climb toward utter ecstasy and the orgasm that would soon follow.
Breathing heavily, I saw him hold back. I glanced down at him, high on my ecstasy and spoke softly. "Give it to me. Please."
"But..."
"It's okay. I want all of it. Please, it's my first."
There was definite uncertainty in his eyes. Sure, to him, knowing what I was potentially risking, I had to be crazy. Bruce, though, always wanted one thing in particular though, and that was to give me everything I ever wanted. If I wanted a full load of hot cum in my fertile, unprotected pussy, well, he was going to be proud to oblige.
The doubt quickly left him, and he fucked me harder, with almost renewed vigor. Maybe he found it even hotter that I was willing to do this. Hell, I found it hotter. I wanted it. I was so near climax, and everything was going so delightfully blurry. Everything inside of me was rolling in blissful waves over my body, and I fell forward. "Please," I whispered. "Please cum in me, Bruce."
Moments later, I couldn't resist the fucking anymore. I called out loudly, letting climax run wild through my body. My eyes watered and everything gave out. I didn't have the strength to keep fucking him, but that was okay, Bruce was driven to keep fucking me. He was thrusting like a jackhammer into me, dragging the bliss out my climax even more.
Even his stamina was hardly unlimited. I could feel h
is grip on my hips get even tighter, his cock felt like it was now even bigger inside me, the tiniest of movements I felt coming from it. He was coming, and I grinned reflexively knowing that was following. His grunt, a groan following, and soon...
The warmth. Burst after burst of him, I felt him explode inside. There was so much of it, so much of him built up and waiting to finally get inside of the woman he loved. Every bit was contributing to the heightened bliss I was feeling, and the adrenaline knowing what I was risking. That right now, I could be facing teenaged motherhood as a consequence of my wanton lust.
Right now, I could say that it was totally worth it.
I lingered in the afterglow of our fucking for a time, until I fell forward on top of him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and tighter. "Can't believe you could even make me cum harder than you do with your blow jobs. You suck a mean cock, you know that, right Noelle?"
I managed a giggle.
"I also can't believe you let me cum inside you like that."
I just smiled. "It was something truly special. If I get something to remember this by, well..."
"We're teenagers, you know."
I shook my head. "Don't ruin this with worry. Just let me enjoy it."
Sliding off him, he took me into his arms, and held me close. I was his. He was my first, and the way I felt with him right now, he would also be my only.
"I guess it's all okay," he said, "we've been together four years already. What's forty more?"
"Only forty more?"
"Forty more after that too. If needed and science keeps us going into the triple digits? Forty more there as well. I'll be with you as long as we both draw breath, Noelle, even as we waste away and turn into decrepit zombies."
All I could do was laugh as he inserted that weird image into his sincere statement. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now," I said, as I started to fade and drift off.
The last things I remembered as I drifted off to dreamland were his fingers running through my hair.
Chapter Four
I woke up a lot colder than I fell asleep. Sure, I had a blanket over me, like I was good and tucked in. The warmth I preferred though was conspicuously absent.
Glancing over at the clock, it was a little past noon. I was so caught up in the moment last night that I honestly had no idea what time I really fell asleep. Throwing my legs over, their ache also reminded me of everything that had happened, the bliss that had been pounding through me, and how it was now leaving me pleasantly sore. Bruce had managed to leave that effect on me before even without properly fucking me, but now that I allowed him to do that, I expected to enjoy this ache a bit more often than I did before.
"Bruce?" I called out, expecting to hear him respond, thinking that possibly I just woke up when he ran off to the bathroom to do less sexy things with his cock. "You already up?"
My obvious question didn't get any response. Pushing myself to my feet, I walked over to my bathroom to double check if he was there or not.
This was so unlike him. I'd spent many nights beside him, and he was always there when I woke up. I looked around for a note, found none. I went to my phone to see if he left a text behind or something similar. Nope. Nothing.
Phone still in hand, I nakedly walked through my house, bashfully avoiding windows. Maybe he was making breakfast for me? Nope, not in the kitchen. He needed some air? He wasn't in my backyard. I was soon certain that I was completely alone in my house. Where did Bruce go off to?
Taking up my phone, I found his contact page, decorated with little heart emojis. I hit the call button, hoping that my worry about his location wouldn't come off as possessive or desperate. It rang, and then rang some more. Soon, it forwarded to his voice mail. "Bruce? Where'd you run off to? Last night was wonderful, but it's not like you to take off like this."
I followed up with a text message in case he couldn't respond immediately.
Where are you?
Heading back up to my room doubt started to creep into my mind. Again, I talked to other girls. I wasn't totally naive. One friend of mine, Megan, told me of how her basketball star boyfriend dumped her after she gave him her virginity. It devastated her, made her feel used, like all she was was a notch on the bedpost to him. Really? She was. Teenaged boys, for the most part, are total assholes.
Bruce was different, I always told myself. He was there for me, he wanted me to happy, he'd go to war for me. That's why I loved him so much. In a time where so many girls cope with thinking if they can be loved, Bruce was there affirming me that yes, I was loved, I was beautiful, and I was wanted, needed even.
It would be absurd to think that Bruce was that patient for a notch on his bedpost. Four years. We were thick as family, if being that thick with family weren't icky.
The truly terrifying part was that the thought was creeping into my imagination. How he suddenly vanished on me, how even as time passed, I still wasn't getting a response to where he was.
I dressed myself, and decided that I needed to look around, ask some questions. One of our mutual friends may have seen him or know what was really going on. It was a Sunday, so most people who weren't cursed with the scourge of a part time job tended to just use the day to laze about. In particular, we favored a cafe downtown. All the friend groups on TV tended to keep hanging out at the same place, so we tended to do the same, until we realized it was kinda dumb to do that.
Still, they have some nice milkshakes and cookies, so a lot of us kept hanging out there anyway.
Someone who I knew would be there, and if Bruce wasn't picking up, it wasn't like I had a whole lot of leads.
I felt sort of stalkerish to be so bothered about finding him. It wasn't like we were attached at the hip. We both understood being our own person was important. After last night, though, I had to see him. Part of me had to be sure, and I was feeling so much like shit for even suspecting that he'd do anything like the asshole who Megan slept with did.
As I walked into the cafe, it was sort of busy. There were people all over, a cacophony of voices greeting me as the door closed behind me. Many of them I knew, but as I scanned the room, playing amateur detective wouldn't be necessary, as Bruce was right there.
He was sitting at a small table, a tall shake in front of him, likely a protein one, as he tended to do after a good workout or long game.
"There you are," I said, sitting down across from him. "I was wondering where you went off to."
Bruce looked at me, then down into his beverage. "Hey, Noelle." His words lacked any enthusiasm.
"What's up? You left me all alone when I woke up this morning." I shot him a seductive grin. "Maybe I wanted to wake you up in a special way to show my appreciation."
"I got a call. You were so beautiful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up."
"What was the call?"
He was silent. He bought the pause further time by taking a drink from his shake. "It was a surprise to me. I had to respond. Noelle, we need to have a talk."
My eyebrow raised. "We're already talking."
"Privately."
"We're hidden in plain sight, Bruce. No one can hear us over everyone else."
"Okay, okay." He took a deep breath. "The talent scouts. You know, the ones that were working for UCLA?"
"They didn't want you. None of the schools that came by did. Granted, it was only like three schools showed any interest in this podunk little town."
"UCLA changed its mind."
"Huh?"
"They called me this morning. Wanted to see me. Ran me through some drills for a second look. I must have impressed them because they're offering me a full scholarship and are willing to cut through all the red tape that comes with changing schools this late."
Blood was draining from my face. My heart was pounding, and I didn't really know why. "Why, why would they go through all that?"
"They told me they had a rash of serious injuries. You know how these schools are, they build a team h
arder than the actual national leagues do sometimes. I was a back up. I impressed them the second time around."
UCLA. Los Angeles. All the way across the country. "Bruce, you were supposed to go to Tidewater with me. Stay local. We could still visit our parents on the weekends. We talked so much about it."
"Tidewater is a community college, Noelle. They don't even have any sports programs."
"You were going to study Criminal Justice. Find a job around here."
"That was always my fallback. You know I always wanted to play football professionally."
I would never see him if he went out that far. Even if our schedules lined up perfectly, it'd only be a few times a year. "I thought that was just a far flung dream, like how I said I wanted to be a movie star."
"You have the looks, Noelle," he said, bringing a smile to my face. "But not the acting talent."
The smile went away, as he made me remember my disastrous performance in the high school's production of Grease.
"I think I can be one of the best players in the world. I was the best player on our school's team easily. I can be more, Noelle. I want to try, I want to see if I can really make it. If I can be good enough to have the million dollar contracts. Enough to get me anything I ever wanted, to get those I loved anything they ever wanted."
"So, you've agreed to it already then?" I said, slowly coming to terms that I'd have to settle for a long term relationship with the man who I'd seen almost daily for four years.
"Yes. I can't pass up this opportunity. I'd be full on insane to do so."
"When will I see you again once you leave?"
He was silent. Eerily silent.
"They had to give you some information. Like a calendar and all that. We need to compare."
He wasn't even looking at me. "Noelle, I'm breaking up with you."
I was trembling as I heard those words. Those terrifying, vile words. There were few words I never wanted to hear more. "What? Why? No. What?"