by Ally Nelson
“Yeah, things got pretty uh…intense.” Nope. That was the wrong word to use. Now her mom was even more suspicious, and Lindsey could feel herself start to blush. She was such a terrible liar and she was just digging a hole for herself.
“What did you go over?”
“Um…the novel for the coursework. We’re like…going through it page by page. Really detailed stuff, y’know.”
“Right. Well um…have fun. Don’t be too late.”
“I’m nineteen, mom,” she rolled her eyes a little and then headed out before her mother could change her mind and insist that she stayed or something.
Of course, she told Brett about it immediately.
“We’re gonna have to be more careful,” he frowned, handing her a root beer as they headed to sit down on the couch together.
He opened up his arm and she cuddled up against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. “But I like seeing you every day.”
“I know. So do I, baby…” It was a pet name he had taken to calling her in the last two days and she very much enjoyed it. Even though they hadn’t officially said anything to one another, she felt as though they were dating now, as though they were boyfriend and girlfriend, albeit, a very secret boyfriend and girlfriend. “Maybe just give it a rest for a few days,” he continued, making a suggestion. “Just to make your mom less suspicious.”
“I’ll miss you,” she sighed.
“I’ll miss you too.”
“How long for? I mean…how long should we wait?”
“I don’t know. Um…till after this weekend?”
That was four days away. It was going to feel like a long time now that she’d gotten used to seeing him on a daily basis, kissing him on a daily basis.
And that was how it happened.
They’d only been ‘dating’ for four days, if they could even call it that. At least, it had been four days since Brett had first kissed her, but the forced break that was being imposed on them by her mother’s suspicions led Lindsey, out of desperation and need, to utter the following words that would change her life forever.
“Will you have sex with me?”
Brett let out a little gasp of surprise and turned to look at her. “Wh-what?”
“I…I know it’s fairly soon but…we both clearly want it. And if we’re not going to see each other for four days…gosh, like…I don’t wanna wait that long. I want you, now. I need you, now.”
Brett listened, the look of surprise turning into a small smile. Then he nodded. “If that’s definitely what you want. I mean…I know you told me you were a virgin so…”
“Exactly,” she interrupted before he could say anything else. “And I want my first time to be with you.”
“Why with me?”
“Because you’re amazing, Brett.”
“I’m really not that amazing,” he blushed.
“Yeah, you are.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you first kissed me. I want it to be with you.”
“You’re sure?” He looked at her seriously.
“I’m sure.”
“Then…I’d love to. Really. I mean…you’re beautiful and…I really like you, Lindsey.”
“I really like you too…”
He leaned in to kiss her softly, then took her by the hand. “Somewhere else. Not here, on the couch. You should be in a bed for your first time.”
“Your bed.”
“Yeah. My bed. Come on.”
He got up and led her through to his bedroom, the two of them practically running, and giggling like a pair of teenagers.
Once they were inside, he closed the door behind them though and adopted a more serious expression, pausing at the side of the bed a moment to look into her eyes and brush back some of her hair.
“Why don’t you lie down and make yourself comfortable?” he whispered gently. “I don’t want you to be nervous or uncertain.”
“I’m not,” she insisted.
She leaned in and kissed him once, then sat down on the edge of the bed and shrugged out of her cardigan, letting it drop behind her.
Brett picked it up and tossed it onto the chair by his dressing table, then reached his hands down to work on the buttons of her blouse, undoing them for her one by one.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands initially, and just sort of sat there watching his hands and occasionally looking up at his face, the look of concentration as he undid the buttons and the way his tongue was slightly sticking out the corner of his mouth. It was pretty cute.
Then she decided she might as well help him take his clothes off, seeing as they’d both need to be naked.
She reached out her hands and popped open the button on his jeans, then took hold of the zip and slid it down.
That done, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down completely, dropping them to his knees.
For the first time, she saw how large his package was, protruding from his boxers and already hard and ready for her.
She gave a small gasp, which caused Brett to giggle in amusement. “Hope I’ll be good enough for you, baby,” he murmured.
“Of course you will, goodness, I hope I’ll be good enough for you.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, having finished undoing her buttons and now pushing back the two halves of her blouse to reveal her bare chest and bra underneath, her pert breasts barely concealed by the lacy lingerie she was wearing.
She shrugged off the blouse completely and looked up at him, blushing slightly as she tossed it away onto the chair with her cardigan.
Brett took a step back and kicked off his pants, throwing them onto the chair too, then he pulled off his T-shirt.
She bit her lip as she eagerly looked him up and down, taking every inch of him in. Wow. He was truly beautiful, and everything she could have wished for.
His body was toned and fit, muscular but not overly. He didn’t look as though he worked out or anything; more just that his body was naturally that way.
She reached up and traced her fingers along his abs.
He smiled warmly. “OK, beautiful?”
“More than OK. You’re gorgeous.”
He laughed and blushed at the same time. “Not sure about that. Guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”
“Mm, yes you will.”
She stood up off the bed and draped her arms over his shoulders, to lean in and kiss him, then she pulled back and quickly undid the button and zip of her own pants, pushing them down and wriggling out of them.
As she was doing so, he placed a hand in the middle of her chest and promptly pushed her onto the bed.
“Oy!” She laughed and they both broke out into giggles. He reached out and grabbed her shoes, tugging them off and then dragging her pants off too, so that she was now completely naked aside from her knickers and bra, with him in the same way, just in his boxers.
She shuffled back onto the bed and rested her head down on the pillow as Brett clambered on to, throwing one leg over her and mounting on top before leaning down to kiss and mouth at her neck, the sensation sending shivers through her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him, moaning softly.
“Feel good?”
“Mm, yeah,” she whispered, sitting up a little and doing the same thing to him, attaching her lips to his neck. She even suckled and nipped on the flesh there, wanting to see if she could leave a mark.
Thankfully, he didn’t do that to her, all too aware that she would need to go back to her mother afterwards and pretend that nothing had happened between them.
She scraped her fingernails softly down his back, then squeezed his hips, feeling the contours of his body as she ran her hands back and forth, up and down.
The way he was lying on top of her, she could easily feel his erection pressing in, right between her legs, exactly where it should be. She spread them a little more, wanting him to know how m
uch she wanted him.
He moaned and bucked his hips into her, rubbing and rutting himself against her as he kissed her neck then moved his attention to her lips, their tongues clashing in a deep and needy kiss.
She moved her arms even further down and squeezed his ass hard, causing him to moan again and break from the kiss.
“Wow, are you sure you’re a virgin? You know exactly what you’re doing, baby.”
“Ha, it’s not that difficult,” she mumbled, blushing lightly.
“I’m so hard for you…”
“I can tell.” She was dripping wet for him inside her knickers too, and she wasn’t sure how much more of this simple kissing she could stand. She wanted to touch him, to feel him inside her. She wanted to go all the way, right now.
He seemed to read her mind, because he sat up, rocking backwards on his heels and sliding his hands into the waistband of his boxers to pull them down.
His cock bounced out almost immediately, eager and hard. And big.
Her eyes widened, and she squirmed with anticipation at the thought of having it inside her.
He stood up briefly on the bed, towering over her just so he could kick off the boxers onto the floor, then he crouched down again and, fully naked and extremely hard, even leaking a little from the tip, he leaned forward once more and back on top of her, coming in for a kiss as his fingers found their way to between her already spread legs.
She whimpered as he began to rub and brush his long digits against her clit. She could feel it, even through the fabric of her knickers, and she pushed up into him eagerly.
“Mm, please…”
“Shh,” he whispered near her ear, chuckling softly. “Be patient.”
“I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. I want this to be special…”
Using one hand to support himself on the bed at the side of her waist, he got his other hand and slid his fingers into the hem of her knickers, taking a grip of them and carefully easing them down.
She raised up her hips and wriggled, wanting them off.
He sat up and assisted, pulling them down completely as Lindsey raised her legs into the air and then tucked them towards her into her chest so that Brett could remove the knickers from off the ends of her feet and toss them away onto the floor.
Then she rested her legs back down again, either side of Brett’s body kneeling between them, spreading them wider and eager, her entrance already wet and glistening and twitching, ready for him.
Brett bit his lip as he glanced down at her, slightly breathless, taking in her natural, untouched beauty.
“Touch me,” she whispered, raising her hips.
He nodded and reached one hand forward, slowly brushing his thumb over her clit.
She shuddered and moaned, closing her eyes and pushing into him.
He leaned forward and over her, capturing his lips with his as he slid one finger carefully inside her, keeping his thumb over her clit and circling around and around.
She was already so wet and dripping with her natural lubrication that the digit went up easily and before long he had a second inside her and a third; making love to her with his hand as he kissed her and she moaned into his lips desperately, the pleasure racking through every inch of her body.
“More,” she gasped. “I need you…please…”
It wasn’t enough anymore. The fingers weren’t enough. She wanted to feel him properly inside her. She wanted every inch of him spreading her open.
“Yeah…me too,” Brett mumbled, sitting back and removing his fingers. He had put off his own pleasure for long enough and was just as eager as she was to take this to the next level.
He quickly reached out to his bedside table and opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom from underneath his sock collection.
“Sure?” he asked her again as he ripped it open with his teeth and began rolling it on. “Last chance to change your mind.” He added with a sparkle in his eyes.
“No way I’m changing my mind,” she whispered. “I want you, Brett.”
“I want you too, baby.”
He placed both hands either side of her head and leaned forwards, getting into position.
She rose up her legs and automatically wrapped them around his waist, her knees digging in slightly and dragging him in closer towards her.
“You’re keen,” he smirked.
“Definitely,” she smiled back, pulling him in for a kiss just as he pushed his hips forward and in one movement, entered her.
Even though he’d already spent plenty of time preparing her, making sure she was nice and wet and ready, and even though she was more than ready in her own mind, there was still a small jolt of pain as he penetrated her. She could feel herself stretch to accommodate his size and she gasped into his mouth, with him moaning in pleasure into hers before breaking the kiss.
“You feel amazing,” he whispered, continuing to move his hips forward and pushing in deeper, all the way, filling her up completely until he could go no further. “So warm and tight…”
She moaned and whimpered, unable to speak for the first few seconds, just clinging to him with both her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his handsome body.
He waited too, wanting to make sure she was comfortable before starting to move inside her. He did a sort of half press up so that he could pull back a little and look down into her eyes. “You OK, baby?”
“Yeah,” she managed to murmur. “I’m…I’m fine.”
“Good.”
“H-have…have you ever had a virgin before?” She smirked.
He gave a soft laugh and grinned back. “Actually no. Never. That’s why you feel so good to me.”
She smiled and leaned up a little to give him a small kiss on the lips. “You can move now.”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure. Don’t hold back.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’ll go soft at first.”
“You don’t have to. I won’t break.”
He smiled and then slowly withdrew his hips, pulling back and almost entirely slipping out from inside of her before pushing forwards and filling her up once more. She gasped at the sensation of the friction, and clung to him some more.
Brett gave a quiet moan and repeated the process, pulling back and then pushing in again, this time a little quicker.
The third time, it was quicker still, and soon he had begun to build up a steady rhythm for the two of them, his thrusts coming hard and fast as she loudly begged him for more.
“Harder!” she cried out, scratching her fingers down his back.
He obeyed with a grunt, burying his face into her neck and kissing and gnawing at the flesh as he started to pound into her, the sound of their sex filling the room; skin on skin, moans and gasps and whimpers as the two of them hurtled towards their inevitable climaxes which followed on pretty quickly after that.
Lindsey scratched her fingernails along Brett’s shoulders, digging them in slightly and clinging to him like a limpet as she came, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist and keeping him there as he snapped his hips back and forth into her.
She cried out his name loudly, tossing her head back and arching her hips up to meet his final thrusts as she reached her climax, her muscles spasming and tensing around his cock, causing him to topple over the edge too not long after. His thrusts slowed down and his legs trembled, juddering slightly. His orgasm was quieter than hers but still just as intense. He buried his head into her neck and sucked and bit at the flesh again, using it to suffocate his moans as he whispered her name against the skin before finally collapsing forwards, panting heavily and resting on top of her.
She relaxed her grip on him, no longer scratching or clawing at him, but stroking her fingernails up and down gently, getting her breath back. She kept her eyes closed, basking in the pleasant aftermath of their orgasms.
Brett remained inside her for a minute or so until he became so flaccid that he slipped out naturally, then rolled carefully o
ff and to the side, immediately wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest where she went willingly in close for a cuddle.
She sighed happily and nuzzled against his neck. “That was incredible.”
“Are you sure?” He asked quietly. “I mean…it was your first time, so…it better had be.”
“Of course it was,” she giggled and nudged him. “You were amazing.”
“No. You were amazing.” He turned his head a little so he could look at her, smiling dopily, all loved up. “And ….” He faltered, frowning slightly, having just spotted something as he looked at her. “And oh gosh your mom is going to absolutely kill me.”
Chapter Nine
“What?” She frowned too, sitting up. “Why?”
“Your neck. You have to see it…” He blushed and bit his lip, hiding a giggle as he grabbed her by the hand and led her over to the dressing table where the mirror was, the two of them clambering up off the bed together to go and look.
She leaned forward and he flipped on the light so she could see better. There was a trail of love bites all down her neck from the top to her shoulders.
She gasped and looked at him.
“I got a little carried away,” he mumbled apologetically.
“What are we gonna do? You’re right, my mom is totally gonna notice these. Have…have you got any make up?”
“I’m a guy. Why would I have make up?” He frowned.
She gave an exasperated shrug. “I don’t know! Some guys wear makeup, it’s 2016, not a big deal!”
“Well OK, I wasn’t trying to make any kind of political statement about guys who do wear makeup, just this particular guy…me…doesn’t. That okay, babe?” He chuckled.
By this time, Lindsey was pacing up and down anxiously and not really listening to him. “What are we going to do, Brett? My mom is gonna kill me.”
“Look uh…it’ll be OK. I’ll get you a…uh…a big scarf. You can wrap it around your neck as you go in, and then when you go upstairs, put some make up on and cover them up or something. That sound OK?”
“Um, yeah. I guess.”
He nodded and searched through his closet to find her a scarf, taking a moment to wrap it carefully around her neck, making sure to hide every mark. “There. Perfect.”