by Claire Adams
“What’s up?” he asked, looking at me with concern in his dark eyes.
“Can…can we go in first? It’s kind of private.” Devon nodded, opening the door. He propelled me into his bedroom, closing the door behind us and pulled me into his arms quickly, kissing me again. I felt my desire flaring up, making me hot and tingly all over.
“What did you want to tell me?” Devon asked, barely breaking away from my lips.
“It’s…mmm, it’s not important,” I said, shaking my head and smiling at him. Devon wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, his hands trailing over my body slowly. I pressed my body against his, and I could feel the hard ridge of his cock as I squirmed and writhed against him.
Devon broke away from my lips and began to kiss along my neck, his hands sliding along my waist, around to my back, seeking the zipper on my dress. I tugged at the hem of his tee shirt, pulling it up along his abdomen, past his ribs; Devon barely pulled away from my neck while I got the fabric over his head. I felt the zipper sliding down along my back, felt my dress loosen, and shivered with anticipation as Devon slid the straps down over my shoulders, tugging at my skirt to pull it down over my hips.
In what seemed like seconds, I was in nothing more than a bra and panties, my shoes and the rest of my clothes on the floor; I fumbled at the fly of Devon’s jeans, my hands clumsy as he brought his lips back up to mine. I moaned against Devon’s lips as he cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the fabric of my bra; my nipples hardened into tight little nubs, straining to his touch, and somehow—without knowing how—I managed to get Devon’s jeans down over his hips.
Devon lifted me up onto his bed, pressing me onto my back; I realized, irrelevantly, that his bed was actually made, instead of the mess that I would have expected, and broke away from Devon’s lips, laughing breathlessly. “What’s up?” Devon asked, half-smiling in confusion.
“You make your bed,” I explained, shaking my head in amused confusion. Devon chuckled, kicking his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. I bit my bottom lip, staring at the sight of him in nothing more than his boxer-briefs; I could see the outline of his hard cock straining at the fabric. It looked to me like it was really big—and I wondered again if I should tell him that I was a virgin.
“Like what you see, Jenn?” Devon asked with a little grin, and I nodded. I did like it—I liked it a lot, in fact. He climbed onto the bed, covering my body with his and brought his lips down to mine once more. Devon’s hands wandered everywhere, touching and caressing me like he wanted to memorize every curve of my body by touch. He tugged the fabric of my bra down, exposing my breasts, and I gasped as he rolled and twisted my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Devon rocked his hips against mine, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily. I pushed my hips down against his, eager to feel him inside of me; suddenly any doubts I may have had about losing my virginity were absolutely gone—I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. Devon broke away from my lips, giving me a playful nip just below my jaw before bringing my breasts up to his mouth. I cried out as he claimed each of my nipples in turn, sucking and licking, worshiping me with his lips and tongue. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, grabbing at Devon’s broad, muscled shoulders and pushing my hips down against his, rubbing myself against him. Devon switched from one breast to the other, sending crackling jolts of electricity through my body, his tongue flickering against each of my nipples until I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore.
When Devon broke away, I heard myself whimpering—needy and ready for more—and he chuckled lowly, kissing me quickly on the lips. “You’re sure you want this,” Devon murmured, not quite making it a question. His hand slid down along my body, between my legs, just barely touching my already slick pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said, breathless. Devon began to stroke and rubbed me more and more firmly, working his fingers along my folds. I was soaking wet—and I caught the flicker of pleased amusement in his eyes as he looked at me, somehow finding my clit by touch. I gasped and shivered as he rubbed me, twisting my hips to get better contact even as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, more and more turned on.
I reached down, half distracted by the crackling pleasure coursing through my nerves, and wrapped my hand around Devon’s cock through his underwear; I wanted to tease him just like he was teasing me—but I couldn’t quite focus as I began to stroke him up and down. Devon moaned, nipping almost roughly at my shoulder. He tugged at the thin, lacy fabric of my panties, pulling it down and aside, and I let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a gasp as I felt his bare skin against mine, his fingers sliding along my inner labia before moving back up to my clit. “Fuck, Jenn, you’re so wet,” Devon murmured, dragging his lips along my neck. “You have no idea how hot that is.” I chuckled, low and breathless, squirming to his touch.
I slid my hand underneath the waistband of Devon’s boxer-briefs, trying to keep my focus on something other than what he was doing to me. I smiled to myself as I wrapped my hand around his hot, hard cock, feeling him shudder just a little bit. I rubbed my thumb against the tip of him as I stroked him up and down, marveling a little at how big he was in my hand. Oh god, I thought in the back of my mind. He’s going to know right away, as soon as we get to the main event.
In fact, he knew before that; I felt his finger slide into me and moaned out, pushing my hips down. Devon pulled back from me slightly, wriggling his finger just a little bit and looking down at me with a little bit of concern in his dark eyes. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked me, though he didn’t quite stop rubbing my clit with his thumb. For a moment, feeling his fingers rubbing me, sliding along my inner walls, I couldn’t speak—it felt too good. “Jenn?” I smiled nervously.
“Y-yes, I am,” I admitted, hesitating a little bit in the midst of stroking him. “Is—is that okay? I mean…” Devon chuckled, kissing me on the lips.
“It just means I have to be twice as good as usual,” he said with a growl, moving his finger in and out of me slowly. “Set the bar really high.” I laughed in spite of how nervous I felt, my breath catching in my throat as Devon slid a second finger inside of me. I whimpered, my hips moving automatically, my whole body tingling with hot and cold waves of pleasure. “And you have to tell me if you need me to slow down, okay Jenn?” Devon’s breathless voice was low and almost worried in my ear.
“Okay,” I said, not even entirely sure what I agreed to. Devon’s fingers inside of me, his thumb working away at my clit, made it impossible for me to think, impossible for me to even focus on stroking him. He tugged my panties the rest of the way down, thrusting his fingers faster inside of me, wriggling and curling them until he brushed up against my g-spot. I cried out, arching up off of the bed, grabbing at his shoulders; it felt as if a white-hot electric shock had worked through me—and I wanted more. Devon chuckled lowly at my reaction, kissing me all over my face and neck, and made me shiver as he brushed against my g-spot every few thrusts of his fingers, bringing me quickly to the edge of orgasm.
He swirled his thumb around my clit relentlessly, working both of my pleasure centers at the same time, and I began stroking him harder and faster as I tried to hold back, wanting to savor how good it felt; I could feel Devon’s precum flowing freely, slick against my hand, his cock twitching between my fingers as he became more and more turned on as well. Devon pushed my hand away gently, working me faster and faster with his other hand, and I couldn’t have held back any longer no matter how much I wanted to—even if my life had depended on it. I felt my fluids gushing around his fingers as every muscle in my body tensed, the first wave of pleasure crashing through me. I panted and cried out as my orgasm intensified; Devon showed no signs of letting up, his fingers working me steadily as wave after wave of sensation crackled through my nervous system, blotting out all thought.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to look up at him. “That’s—that’s already better than what I’ve ever done,” I said with a little grin. Devon laughed, brushing his lips against my temple.
“Then you’ll really love what comes next,” he said, lifting me up just enough to unhook my bra in the back. He tugged the fabric away from my body, throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom.
“Hey, how is it fair that I’m naked and you’re not?” Devon grinned, pulling himself up onto his knees to look down at me. I blushed as he took in every inch of my naked body with obvious appreciation.
“Well for one thing, you’re way hotter than I am naked,” Devon pointed out.
“Still not fair,” I insisted, arching an eyebrow. Devon laughed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He pushed them down over his hips, and my breath caught in my throat as his cock sprung free. He was big—bigger even than I had thought. I had fooled around with guys before; I’d gone down on my boyfriend senior year, and we’d gotten each other off a few times. The knowledge that Devon’s cock was about to be inside of me was almost enough to make me want to ask him to stop.
As if he sensed my hesitation, Devon tossed his underwear away and lay down next to me, pulling me close. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he murmured. I shook my head.
“I want to,” I told him. “I really, really want to. You’re just really...huge.” Devon laughed.
“We’ll go slow, then,” he suggested, laughter still permeating his voice. “If you need me to stop, just tell me.” I nodded, still not quite convinced; but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know what he would feel like inside of me. “Are you on the pill?” He asked me. I wracked my brain, still foggy from the climax I’d had.
“Yes,” I said, remembering suddenly. It was the first thing I did every morning: take my pill and then brush my teeth.
Devon slithered on top of me, touching me everywhere. “You’re going to love this,” he murmured against my lips. He slipped down between my legs, and I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against my soaking wet labia, teasingly close but so far away at the same time. “Remember: if you need me to stop…”
“If you stop I swear I am going to kill you,” I told him. Devon cackled at my comment, all the while guiding himself up against me. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he thrust into me. I felt the tip of his cock push past the initial resistance of my body—it was so tight, so full, that for a moment I almost did tell him to stop; but the next instant, he was sliding in deeper, filling me up inch by inch with heat, rubbing along my inner walls. I moaned out, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips down to meet him.
Devon began to move inside of me slowly, pulling out just a little bit and then sinking in deeper and deeper, sending little electric jolts of sensation through my nerves. “Shit, Jenn,” Devon said breathlessly, panting against my neck. “You feel so good, baby. So good.” I fell into his rhythm, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, kissing everywhere my lips could reach and letting my hands wander all over his body. Devon began to pick up his pace slowly but steadily, giving me time to get used to him before he started thrusting just a little bit faster, pushing a little bit deeper inside of me with every movement.
It felt so good—so right, my whole body tingling, moving automatically. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as my muscles tightened around him in little spasms; I was getting closer and closer to orgasm every second—I wanted to hold back, but it was impossible. It felt too good. Devon managed to hold himself back as I came for a second time, crying out with pleasure, grabbing at him, my hands slipping on his sweat-slick body while every muscle tensed and then relaxed in little spasms. He slowed to a near stop and then started again, moving a little faster this time, building me up just as quickly as he did before. Every movement of his hips rubbed against my clit, sending tiny jolts of sensation through my body that made it impossible to think.
Devon was thrusting into me hard and fast, both of us moaning out over and over again, touching each other everywhere, panting and gasping. We both hit our climax at what seemed like the same moment—I could never be sure afterward if there had even been a heartbeat of difference—clinging to each other as if for life itself. I felt Devon’s cock twitching inside of me more and more, felt the sticky slick gush of his come shooting into me, making my orgasm that much more intense. We kept moving until we collapsed in a heap on the bed, limbs tangled up together, gasping for breath.
Chapter Four
I had no idea of what time it was as Devon and I lay in bed together, recovering from the orgasms that had shaken us. I curled up against him, still able to feel the aftershocks coursing through my body. “How was that?” Devon asked me, tilting my face up to his. I giggled.
“God, I feel like I can’t stop laughing,” I told him, shaking my head.
“Then it must have been good,” Devon said, with a little, satisfied grin. He held me close to him, his hands wandering over me in a slow, soothing way. I could still feel little muscle spasms in my legs; somewhere deep down in my hips I’d started to feel an ache that seemed both perfectly natural and strange. I wanted more—I wished that I had the energy to propose to Devon that we go at it again, but all I could do was cuddle close to him while I tingled and shivered.
We talked for a little while, about nothing at all, about sex. “That was what you were going to tell me, wasn’t it?” Devon asked me, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly. Devon laughed, running his fingers through my hair.
“Well, it worked out for the best. I didn’t hurt you, right?” I shook my head, giggling again. I felt so good—so happy, so satisfied. It surprised me; it wasn’t as if I’d never had an orgasm before. But what had happened with Devon was so much more than just getting off.
“No, that was so great that if I wasn’t exhausted right now I’d be begging you for more.” Devon grinned, kissing me lightly on the lips. He pulled the blankets over us when I continued to shiver, commenting on the fact that his room always seemed to be the coldest in the frat.
The talk between us began to die down slowly; I kept waiting for Devon to suggest I should go back to the dorms—offer to walk me back, or something like that, but he didn’t make any indication that he wanted me to leave. I became more and more sleepy as the lingering aftershocks began to die off, and eventually even if Devon had wanted me to leave, I would have had a hard time prying myself out of his bed. I nestled in close to him and fell asleep, contented and so full of pleasure that I almost laughed as I thought of the fact that at one point—not so long ago—I had thought that nothing could possibly have salvaged the evening. I had been wrong in the best possible way, I thought to myself as I fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I woke up in phases; for a moment, even before I opened my eyes, I was disoriented. I felt someone in the bed next to me, heard the little sounds of slow, steady breathing, and without looking knew that I was in a different room, a different bed. Then the events of the evening flashed into my mind seemingly all at once, and I opened my eyes to see Devon, curled up on his side next to me, fast asleep. There was the little throb of a headache at my temples from all of the alcohol I’d consumed the night before, but it was not the worst hangover I’d ever experienced. I almost giggled, thinking in amazement of the turn of luck I’d had. Not only had I managed to meet Devon Sealy—the legend of legends, the star of the basketball team—but I had ended up losing my virginity to him.
It hit me that I had lost track of all of my friends the night before; I had
no idea where they had ended up, and they definitely didn’t know where I was, if they had even noticed I wasn’t with them. I climbed out of the bed carefully, wincing. I was still tender, still aching slightly between my hips from the night before. I didn’t know how much sleep I had gotten, but it hadn’t really been enough. I fumbled through my clothes and purse and found my phone; there was only 12% battery power left, and as I unlocked the screen I saw a flood of text messages asking where I was, if I was okay. I sent out a group text that I was fine and got dressed in my clothes quickly. Oh god, the walk of shame, I thought to myself wryly as I pulled on my still-damp panties. Devon was fast asleep still, and I looked at him for a long moment. The night had been so amazing; I couldn’t imagine a better first time. I decided it would be pointless to wake Devon up to tell him I was leaving. I tiptoed out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the frat house entirely, fighting back the urge to giggle. In spite of how tired I was, I couldn’t help feeling great, even with the ache between my legs.
I made my way across campus as quickly as I could; even though almost no one was awake until noon, I didn’t really want to run into anyone. It was bad enough to be walking across campus the morning after a huge party with the same thing I’d been wearing last night; I thought for sure anyone who took one look at me would immediately know what I had done. I shook my head to myself, unable to fight back the grin. Devon had been so good to me; he’d been so sweet, especially once he knew I was a virgin. I couldn’t think of any guy I’d ever met who could possibly be better.
I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that all of my friends—everyone who had gone to the party with me—were in my dorm, waiting for me when I arrived. “Where were you? What happened?” I felt my face burning up and tried to push down the blush even though I knew it was impossible.
“Oh,” I said, shrugging. “I got tired of waiting for all of you to decide to head home and crashed in one of the bedrooms upstairs,” I said quickly. “I didn’t want to walk back alone and I didn’t know where any of you were.” I shrugged it off again. “God, I’m still tired; I need to get out of these clothes.”