by Holly Dodd
Would our comradery change if I slept with him? Well, not slept. If I had my way there’d be no sleeping. Just fucking. Everyone I knew had already been ushered into the mysteries of sex. Unlike me. I was still wading around in the kiddy pool of flirtation. I was lucky I’d had my first few kisses from Dylan and a bit of below the belt touching. So, I wasn’t entirely green. We’d never gotten to oral or any of the fun stuff.
It would be a shame if I ended my college career with this massive hole in my education.
“What are you staring at?” Kevin hitched his thickly-muscled body into a bar chair. Taking the cue, I slid into the one beside him. Rubbing my lips together in quiet contemplation, I considered my methodology. How should I approach him with my plan? Should I just flirt and hope for the best, or lay my cards out?
I was terrible at flirting. Side glancing at Kevin, the humor gleaming in his eyes flustered me. “I have something I want to discuss.” Yes, discussion. That is exactly what I want.
Kevin’s brows twitched into curious arches. “Now that sounds serious.”
My cheeks were aflame, and I sat quietly for a few seconds. During which our drinks were slid before us.
“Your food will be up in a few,” the server said.
I nodded, not really paying much attention to anyone other than Kevin. I swore I could feel the heat of him burning into my side. I cupped my fingers around my frosty glass, and nervously tapped my ragged nails against it.
“It’s not serious, really,” I said. I needed a reminder of why I was doing this.
I glanced towards the opposite side of the restaurant where Regi stood. The anxiety inside me unfurled, revealing the strength I needed to go through with this plan. My heart fluttered in my throat, freeing those damn butterflies to flit through my veins with a rush of endorphins.
Turning back to Kevin, I found him staring at me with a curious expression written like gilt in his tanned face.
“It’s really obvious you have a crush on the big guy,” Kevin said. Swigging his beer, I watched his throat work around the deep swallow.
I cringed. Great. Humiliation swam through me, and I had to look anywhere but his face. I focused on the gorgeous ink peeking above the neckline of his shirt. I didn’t know what all his tattoo were, but the one on his right arm was a huge monochrome dragon. I hoped my future included tracing it with my tongue and fingers.
“Really obvious?” I whispered.
Kevin nodded. “Yeah.
I grimaced and swished my straw through my drink. The ice cubes clinked together as the soda melted them slowly. “Please tell me he doesn’t know.”
Though that wish was hopeless. I knew he knew.
Kevin flashed me a lopsided smile. He’d mentioned he had a panty melting smile that most women couldn’t resist. Was that it? Because I swear my panties burst into flames. “He does.”
“Have you known him long?” Lord, why hadn’t I figured they met up at some point? They both put time in at the gym.
“Long enough.” Damn mysterious man not giving me the answers I wanted. By his amused smile, he knew I was trying to pump him for information.
My breath hitched. My body warred between arousal and mortification. Finally, I met Kevin’s eyes again. I wrinkled my nose. “I know he’s not into me for…reasons.”
That smile again. He leaned close, bumping my arm with his. His voice was deep, that of a conspirator sharing a secret with me. “You mean because you’re a virgin?”
Oh, Lord.
I pressed my fingers to my forehead, thumbing the ache that sprung up between my eyes. “Crap. Have I been that obvious about everything?”
This was my worst nightmare. I’d failed at keeping my biggest secret.
Kevin leaned over me. His physical presence dominated me. Being small, I usually didn’t like people looming over me, but with Kevin I wanted to rub against him and let him own me. He was close enough that the scent of his cologne, clean and crisp and citrusy, filled my senses. “Everything you think is reflected on your face, sweetheart. You wear your heart and hopes on your sleeve.”
Maybe this wasn’t a huge disaster. I nibbled on my bottom lip and dared to look at him. It was now or never. “Well, you knowing that makes this easier.”
Kevin tipped his head curiously. “Makes what easier?”
I inhaled deeply, my lungs filled with the scent of Kevin, of man and musk and potential. Were these the pheromones Dylan had been obsessed about? Kevin’s fragrance made both pairs of lips tingle.
I exhaled a rush of words. “I want you to help me change that. I want you to pop my cherry.”
Four
Kevin
Dude, what the fuck?
Had I heard Jo right? I knew I looked comical as my hand stopped with my beer halfway to my mouth. My brain chugged through the comment she just made, trying to figure out if there was another meaning hidden in her words. Had my dick completely taken over and was now feeding me hallucinations? Did I want Jo so badly that I was having a schizophrenic episode?
Nope. I was sure Jo just offered her virginity to me.
What the fuck.
My body reminded me that I needed to breathe, and I inhaled sharply. The sudden burn of oxygen made me cough. Setting my beer down, I stared at the mortified woman beside me.
She was about a thousand shades of crimson, and cowering into her seat as if she could disappear. “Come again?”
Jo squirmed, but I had to give her credit. She was brave. She hiked her chin and met my quizzical stare head on. “I want you to teach me. Everything. I…want to practice with you.”
“Because you want Regi?” I barely tamped down the crush of possessive jealousy hammering into my body. Nope. No possessiveness. No jealousy. That implied emotions and I didn’t do relationships.
Why was I having to remind myself of this? Twice today I’d thought the same damn thing when it came to Jo.
Jo’s beautiful brown eyes flicked as if she wanted to glance at Regi. But she didn’t. She kept her focus completely on me. I had a healthy ego, but I wasn’t sure even I could survive having a girl telling me she wanted to fuck me while looking at another man.
Good girl.
“Yes,” she said.
This was exactly what I wanted from her. What game was the universe deciding to play with me, that I uttered what I craved and here it was. All but laying herself in my lap. I was dying to take a taste of her winter-gold skin, to bite the sauciness from her petal-soft lips. I couldn’t look too eager, but it was hard to mask how much I wanted her.
I was about to say yes until my conscience popped up. This was a big. Fucking. Deal. She was a friend, and I had to be a good guy and try and talk her out of it. Even if my dick was railing at me to just take her. Fuck her until she couldn’t walk, and leave my claim in fingerprints and bite marks all over her body.
I curled my fingers around her wrist. Her pulse throbbed against my hand. “Jo…you should save it for someone special. Not toss it away because another guy can’t see how amazing you are.”
“I’ve been saving it. I’m over it. I feel like I have a scarlet V on my chest. Especially with you telling me that everyone knows.” By the stubborn set of her slim jaw I figured she’d thought long and hard about her decision. And when Jo made up her mind wild horses couldn't change it.
If it wasn’t with me, she’d find someone else.
Fuck no.
I sat back in my chair. Damn, she had my heart racing. My palms were sweating, and I discreetly rubbed them dry on my jeans. “Why me?”
I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like her answer, but I wanted to hear it. A kernel of disappointment took root. Jo was the only female I knew who hadn’t judged me by my extracurricular activities. It’d been cool, in an odd way, to get her perspective on why I went through so many girls. She never acted disgusted when I talked to her about my conquests.
Jo surprised me. “I’m comfortable with you. Regi twists me all up. I can’t talk to him. God,
I can’t even be around him for long without shoving my foot into my mouth. You’re like…”
“Don’t you dare say brother,” I interjected.
Jo laughed. Her whole face lit up as she met my eyes. “Definitely not brother,” she cooed.
A husky note hummed in her voice. I knew she was attracted to me, her body language screamed it. She’d moved closer as she talked, her lush hips angled towards me, her thigh brushing mine. But by the sound of her sensual purr I also made her wet.
I grinned. I could work with that.
Jo shook back her hair, tucking a bright purple lock behind her ear. “As I was saying interrupting one,” she scolded with a sultry twist of her mouth. “You don’t scare me. You’re what I would want for my first. Sexy, knowledgeable, and a friend. I don’t think you would judge me or laugh at me if I do something stupid. I feel safe with you.”
That strange ache in my chest grew worse. I clenched my beer so I didn’t start rubbing at it again. How peculiar that I was the “safe” option. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I wanted Jo to be as twisted up and hot for me as I was for her. “You are safe with me.”
“I want it to be you, Kevin,” Jo whispered. That whisper, those words, went straight to my groin. My dick loved the idea Jo was selling me. It was like her pink li’l tongue was licking all over the sensitive head, getting me half-hard at the thought of what else I could get her to whisper in her Tinkerbelle voice. Deep-dicking Jo was something I had wanted for weeks, and now the opportunity was presenting itself on a silver platter.
“You want to use me.” Why was I feeling so mixed on the idea? Hell, I used women and they used me. My sex life wasn’t complicated. Why did I suddenly hate this idea? She was going to learn all she could from me, and then give it all to Regi.
Because I want more.
Shut the fuck up.
There is no more.
There’s just sex.
Hell, I hadn’t even been on a date with Jo. Hadn’t even kissed her, and I was already thinking of more than a quick romp. When was the last time I’d had a relationship?
Sara. The name surfaced from my memory like a ghost. I shoved it down. Viciously. I wasn’t about to dredge that swamp. Not now. Not ever.
“Yes,” Jo nodded. She didn’t even offer an apology, just a steely-eyed look that dared me to argue. She may look fragile and tiny, but there was a solid titanium core inside her. One I whole-heartedly approved of.
I didn’t do relationships, despite the tightness in my chest and gut and how right it felt sitting beside her. That wasn’t going to change just because Jo had somehow gotten under my skin.
Maybe this was exactly what I needed. Obviously, I needed to get Jo out of my system. She thought she was in love with someone else, so there was no danger of her falling for me. That was why I didn’t do repeats. Give a girl a lot of great, mind-blowing orgasms and she formed attachments.
If I taught Jo she’d get her heart’s desire. She would get to live out her fantasy of Regi. I would teach her all the tricks I knew. And after, she would have men eating out of her hand once she realized Regi was not the man of her dreams.
I can do this.
I nodded slowly. “Alright. We can give it a try. We don’t even have to go all the way.” Like hell we won’t. “Just enough to rub some of that innocence off you.”
Plucking a virgin was not something I was usually interested in. In fact, as far as I knew, I’d never once fucked a cherry-ripe girl. Ever. Not even during my college days. It was like I had a sixth sense when it came to girls and their hymen, or lack thereof. Until I’d met Jo, I could honestly say I had never been tempted.
There was something about the dark-haired girl that had caught my eye. I wasn’t going to lie about it. Watching her cozy up to Regi was a waste. He wasn’t yet in a place to appreciate all she had to offer. While I enjoyed women of all shapes and sizes, the girls that got me going the most were tiny, with a perfect bimbo body of big tits, narrow waist, and lush hips. Her honeyed skin, and pixyish hair that I wanted to sink my hands into, were just bonuses.
She leaned closer. The fat curve of one breast rubbed over my arm, and she stared up at me with her doe-like eyes as if I were the answer to all her problems. Jo triggered my dominant side, and the beast inside liked it. Liked it more than I would admit.
Maybe I can teach her to like some of the same things I do.
“I like the idea of starting slow,” Jo said, smiling.
“Slow it is. So, what do you want to learn first,” I whispered, not trusting myself to resist growling at her. God, we were doing this. My half-chub turned into a steel pole chafing against my boxers and jeans. I had to curl my hands around my beer so I didn’t cup her tits and check to see if her nipples were hard.
Doubt wormed its way in. Can I be what she wants? Does she want soft?
Soft wasn’t an aspect of my sexual identity. When I was truly engaged in sex, interested in my partner, I was downright savage.
If I fucked Jo like I wanted, she’d be a sobbing but blissed out mess. Maybe that was why I didn’t do virgins. Most girls couldn’t handle my urges normally, add in the fact that girls like her were so pure, so untouched, they would be traumatized by me.
But I was tempted. Especially when she bit down on her plump bottom lip, and made me wonder how her lush mouth would look straining around my cock. Was she wearing some sort of lipstick or were her lips naturally that pink? I wanted her lipstick and spit slicking my skin. I wanted her mascara dripping down her cheeks from how hard she gagged on my cock. I wanted to spank her ass until my handprints were tattooed on her skin.
Jo turned pink as I watched her, the apples of her cheeks almost as red as her lips. “What do you think I should learn first?”
This girl was going to be the death of me. I was closer to thirty than twenty. Fuck, could my heart take this shit?
Had I been missing out by saying no to innocent little virgins before now? My dick jerked as I focused on her mouth again. Unable to resist, I lifted my thumb and tugged at the bottom pout, pushing down with enough encouraging force to make her open for me. “I think I’ll like teaching you how to use that lovely mouth of yours to suck my dick.”
I grinned at her sudden shocked gasp. Though she didn’t pull away, which earned her brownie points. In fact, she looked rather intrigued. She swallowed loudly, and her pink tongue skipped out, touching my thumb in a wholly erotic movement that caused my cock to twitch. Being full mast in a pair of jeans was downright painful. I wasn’t small. I had an eight-inch cock that was going to stretch her pussy wide open. My zipper dug into the underside painfully as my thoughts made me iron hard.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fuck. My fingers pinched her chin as I held her still. Searching her eyes, I tried rooting out her secrets. Was this a ploy, some gimmick? Did she want to trap me like so many others?
Her eyes were windows to a pure soul. Only embers of lust and curiosity colored her gaze. I could take her out of here right now, probably wouldn’t even make it to the alleyway, and have my prick slammed into her throat within the next three minutes. She had the look of a girl who would let me do anything I wanted to her. Every volatile, filthy thing as long as we both got off from it. A biddable fuck doll.
My body roared with desire.
I needed to calm down. If I was going to teach her how to please a man, be the first dick she’d ever seen or sucked, I wanted to take my time.
Freeing her chin, I stroked my fingers along her cheek and down her throat. Gripping her neck, I collared her with my hand, a blatant hint of what her future was going to entail. Even if she was too innocent to understand.
I was going to fucking own her. Every inch. Every hole was going to be mine. “Tomorrow. I’ll come over tomorrow. Maybe we’ll go out to dinner. I want you to think about this, really think about it, Jo. Because if you agree, there’s no going back.”
Five
Jo
Pressing my nose close to the
vanity mirror in my bedroom, I brushed on a few coats of mascara. Just enough to darken my lashes and bush them out. Tilting my head from side-to-side, I grinned and capped the tube. Not bad. Not amazing, but not horrible either. I was still learning how to utilize makeup without looking clownish, and I was pleased with my efforts.
In my bedroom, illuminated by the glow of soft yellow string lights, I could admit I was cute-ish. I was whimsy and glitter; a dash of hot topic wrapped up in indie fashion. Not beautiful, or even overly pretty, but cute and quirky.
Now, if only I could hold onto that belief once I stepped out of the house.
“You won’t be able to keep him,” Angela huffed from the doorway.
She’d been popping in and out since I’d begun getting ready to meet Kevin. I didn’t hide what was going on from her. I didn’t want that type of drama in my life. A lot of issues between girls could be solved by just talking. Then again, the only reason I knew that was due to having taken a full class on interpersonal communication.
I sighed, and while it was juvenile of me, I mostly ignored her. I couldn’t handle her and my nerves. Angela had been full on sourpuss bitch-face since Kevin ditched her the night before to talk to me. “Who says I want to keep him?”
Angela made a pissed off hissing sound that reminded me of a snake. I suppressed a shudder. I hated snakes. “Did you steal him from me just to be a bitch?”
“First off, stealing implies he was yours. He’s a person, not an object.” Grabbing a tube of liquid lipstick, I pumped the wand a few times and daubed the cherry pink color onto my lips. “Second, this has nothing to do with you. I’m sorry you are hung up on a guy you had a one night stand with over a month ago, but chasing him isn’t going to change his mind. If anything, you’re pushing him further away.”
I couldn’t believe I was giving Angela advice on how to attract a man. She was gorgeous, outgoing, smart. She was what so many of us average Janes wanted to be.
I should feel bad that Angela was having issues with my “seeing” Kevin. But Angela wasn’t a close friend. We were roommates, introduced by a fringe member of Mia’s group at the perfect time when we both had been tired of living in the dorms. If Angela had tried being my friend things might have been different. Except she viewed every female as competition. She looked like a damn Victoria’s Secret model, but was painfully insecure. If I swore off dating every man Angela had slept with or wanted, I would have to move back to Sauk County to find an eligible candidate.