by Sky Corgan
The first finger slipped inside, knuckle deep, and I felt my inner walls closing in on it involuntarily, almost as if my body was trying to trap the intruder. Chase groaned, nuzzling my chest lovingly.
“You're definitely still a virgin,” he murmured, as if I needed a reminder.
A second finger joined the first, and I winced a bit, feeling the pressure of being too full. If two fingers stung, I didn't even want to imagine what his cock was going to feel like. Still, I had committed to this, and I wasn't about to back out.
The first few passes Chase's fingers made inside of me were uncomfortable, but the wetness of my cunt offered soothing relief. Soon, his fingers were sliding in and out almost effortlessly, bringing pleasure instead of pain. I groaned, licking my lips, my entire body a mess of sensations. It all felt so incredible, and I could hardly wait for the next step.
“I'm ready,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?” Chase asked, scooting up on the bed so that he could kiss me again. His hand left my pussy, and I felt oddly empty.
“Yes. I want you inside of me, but first.” I reached for my phone on the bedside table.
He gave me a queer look. “What are you doing?”
“I want to record this. A girl only loses her virginity once in her lifetime,” I told him as I propped the phone up against the lamp and began setting it up to record video.
“Damn, Chey. I never knew you were so kinky.”
“Well, now you do.” I grinned, thinking about my sessions with Damien Reed. Once I hit the record button, I laid back down, getting comfortable beneath Chase. “I'm ready for you, stud.”
Without another word, he crawled between my legs, spreading them a bit wider. I watched him tower over me, thinking about how incredibly sexy he looked. In that moment, he was no longer Chase my long-time friend. He was Chase my lover, the man I wanted to give myself to—the man who deserved to have me.
His tip pressed against my wet opening, and I felt that very familiar unpleasant stretching. The magic of the moment faded away from the pain of my cunt being spread wider than it could handle. I gasped as he bucked inside of me, filling me to the hilt with his thick member. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking especially concerned.
“It hurts a bit, is all,” I said between breaths, praying my body would adjust quickly.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“I don't know.”
I could feel my cunt pulsing around his tool, as if all of my blood had rushed down below in fear that something traumatic was happening to my nether region. Chase's cock was pretty traumatic, but it was a good kind of trauma. Despite my pain, I was happy, not regretting my decision at all.
“It's fine,” I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was lying or not.
Chase nodded, pulling his hips back. Then he pushed in again, though a lot more slowly this time. The pain was still there, but I did my best to bear it. I had been warned time and time again that my first time would hurt, but I had also been assured it would get better. I just hoped the get better part would happen soon.
I stifled my cries as Chase began thrusting. My cunt throbbed and ached, but eventually, the pain did begin to subside. There was a strange pleasurable sensation as he moved on top of me, the friction of his cock rubbing my inner walls, bringing me to new heights.
His mouth found mine, and I moaned into it, quickly becoming lost in the moment again. Chase was on top of me, fucking me, and I absolutely loved it. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as he picked up speed, causing the friction to build to the point it was almost overwhelming. I felt so full, overstuffed, like his member might destroy me at any moment. Still, my body begged him to continue. A pleasure storm was brewing between my legs, swirling and bubbling and waiting to erupt.
“Don't stop,” I cried out, fearing the ebb that would draw my orgasm away.
Chase didn't stop, and with a few more thrusts of his hips, I was cast overboard into a sea of bliss, my love tunnel squeezing his member as tightly as it could muster after being pounded into submission. It was all it took to send him over the edge. He pulled out of my cunt and shot a thick load onto my stomach, panting for breath and groaning out his pleasure. I watched him with a satisfied look on my face as his abs contracted, and he squeezed the last remaining drops of his orgasm out of his cock.
When we were both done, I leaned over to stop the recording on my cell phone, and Chase crawled off the bed to go get a towel from the bathroom, cleaning his creamy man babies off my stomach like a perfect gentleman. I smiled at him all the while, utterly and totally satisfied with myself and him and the way everything had gone down. It felt so right, like this was what was supposed to happen. Maybe Damien Reed wasn't wrong to turn me away.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Chase offered, looking down at the blood on his cock.
To be honest, I was surprised that I had bled at all. When I was seven years old, I was sure I had torn my hymen during a tragic seesaw incident where this kid decided to jump on the seesaw when I was trying to climb onto it. My cunt ended up bloody and swollen.
Besides, I didn't bleed when I stuck the pen inside me either, so I just assumed I wasn't going to bleed after sex.
We were both messy, but I wanted to get home. The euphoria of the moment was wearing off, and I remembered where I was at, in a dirty bedroom on a filthy bed. All I wanted was to go home and take a shower in my own clean bathroom.
“Maybe some other time, stud,” I told him as I sat up to start getting dressed.
“So.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you feel any different about me?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I think I do. But I still need a few days to mull over everything that's happened. I'll keep in touch.”
“Promise?” his voice sounded desperate, as if he expected to be abandoned again.
“I promise.” I smiled warmly at him before standing to give him a kiss on the cheek and walk myself out.
“When will you call me?”
“Soon,” I told him, and then disappeared out the door.
The entire drive home, I felt stupidly happy. Chase had been perfect. Maybe his apartment sucked, but he had been absolutely kind and gentle and sweet. Everything a real man should be. Damien Reed could take some lessons from him.
Damien Reed. Why was I still even thinking about that guy? It was obvious we didn't want the same thing. He was just being . . . Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure what he was being, but I was starting to feel like he wasn't good for me.
A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE
I wasn't sure exactly why I sent Damien Reed that video of Chase and I having sex. Maybe I wanted to see how he would react. The guy was so cool and put together that nothing ever seemed to faze him. This would probably be no different.
Perhaps I wanted to show him that I wasn't an innocent virgin anymore. He said he didn't sleep with virgins or girls who were in relationships. Now, neither of those things applied to me.
Don't get me wrong. I did feel a bit guilty after I sent the video, sick to my stomach, even. I knew Damien wouldn't show it to anyone else, but still, it somehow felt vindictive to do it, and like a breach of Chase's trust. He hadn't asked me if I planned to show it to anyone, but surely he had to assume that at least Tanya would see it.
I sent the video on Thursday night, and on Friday, I was surprised when I did get a reaction from Damien Reed. Maybe I was over thinking things, over analyzing his expression, but I was almost certain that every time he looked at me during Art Appreciation class, he seemed disapproving. His brown eyes were darker somehow, his serious expression laced with discontent. It served him right for denying me, I thought proudly. He was nothing to me anyway. Nothing but my teacher, our relationship, strictly platonic.
I went to his house on Saturday, curious about what he'd have to say about the video, but half hoping he wouldn't say anythi
ng at all. That would be one awkward conversation I didn't want to have, even if I had set myself up for it.
He greeted me with the same professional poise as always, opening the door for me to step inside. Instead of taking me to the classroom, Damien led me into his living room and sat me down in front of his humongous big-screen TV. Fear welled up inside of me that we were going to discuss the video, but I swallowed it, realizing this had probably been unavoidable.
“You seem like you had a rather productive week,” he said.
“I did,” I admitted, feeling my body tense in nervousness.
“Well, we're not going to do anything too strenuous today. Since you crossed a pretty big sexual threshold over the week, I thought you might benefit from a bit of video instruction. The video I'm about to show you will go over a broad range of sexual positions that you and your boyfriend can experiment with whenever you're together next.”
“He's not my boyfriend,” I pointed out quickly, though I wasn't sure why it mattered. Part of me wanted Damien to ask questions, to be curious, but he seemed not to care.
“Well, this will be educational for you anyways. I still have a stack of tests to grade, so I'm going to put this on for you and then go into my study. If you get thirsty, the kitchen is just around the corner. I'll come out before the video is over, and we can discuss any questions you might have.”
I nodded, a bit disappointed. The pervert in me hoped for another hands-on lesson. Even though I had slept with Chase, I didn't feel obligated to be exclusive with him. It was selfish, but I wanted to savor my time with Damien for a while longer before I quit my lessons and became an item with Chase.
Damien clicked on the remote to start the video and then left the room. I settled onto the couch and watched the screen as the first image displayed. What I saw caused a flurry of emotions I hadn't been prepared for. Instead of the couple in the video being a random pair of porno stars, it was Damien Reed with some blonde girl. My stomach twisted into green snakes of jealousy, and my entire body heated up with unmerited rage.
That son of a bitch. How could he do this to me? He knew. He knows I like him. And now he's making me watch him have sex with someone else.
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably as the first scene began. They were doing it missionary style. The girl, whoever she was, had the most blissful expression on her face. Who wouldn't under Damien Reed?
I hated her. I hated the both of them, but I couldn't force myself to stop watching. If I left, my lessons with Damien would be over in a very final way. I didn't want that, but I didn't think I could sit through an entire hour of emotional torture watching him fuck other women either.
Desperately, I tried to focus on something else. Looking away from the TV didn't help much though, because I could still hear their moans. Well, I could still hear her moans. Damien was as silent as a grave, but the woman sounded like she was getting the best fucking ever.
My eyes went back to the screen, and I tried to concentrate only on Damien. It was the first time I had ever seen him fully naked. His body was every bit as fit as I had imagined, though a bit more hairy. He manscaped; that was obvious. But there was still a fine smattering of dark hair on his chest and stomach. I usually didn't like hairy men, but it looked good on him.
Their next position was cowgirl. I wasn't sure if I was happy or more upset that it was with the same girl. On one hand, if he had the same partner during the entire video, I wouldn't feel like he was such a slut. On the other hand, this girl was probably his girlfriend, which made my heart ache, for some odd reason.
Damien kept his hands on her thighs while she rocked her hips, gazing down at him as if she owned him. The look on her face was so confident, and her moves were almost flawless. You could tell this wasn't her first rodeo.
The third position was reverse cowgirl, and as I watched the woman fuck Damien, I wondered if the video was old or recent. I studied Damien's face as best I could. If he was younger in the video, he wasn't much younger. His hairstyle was the same. His face was the same. But then I looked at his arms and noticed that the sleeve on his left arm wasn't complete. The flowers were there, but it was missing the numbers.
Old video. I sighed in relief, though it was still painful to watch. The thought of Damien Reed being with anyone other than me sent uncomfortable stirrings inside my heart. It was as if what Chase and I had done together suddenly didn't matter anymore. I wanted Damien so badly that my lust for him over-road any logic I previously had towards my relationship with Chase. I felt horribly guilty about it, but I couldn't change the way I felt, no matter how hard I tried.
By the fourth position, I was incredibly moody. Now Damien was taking the woman from behind. His hands were hooked around her hips, and he was pounding into her. The squeals she made with each thrust sent a shiver of desire to my mound. I tried to drown the image of the woman out, to replace her with me instead, on all fours, staring back at Damien's powerful form while he claimed my pussy. Thinking about it made me squeeze my legs together, but I couldn't seem to hold onto the fantasy for long.
The video was wearing on me, emotionally chipping away at me with each change in position. By the time the video was halfway over, I could feel my eyes fighting back tears. Why did I have to want him so badly? Why was he doing this to me? Surely, he knew it hurt me to watch him with someone else.
Hot tears streaked down my face. I silently begged for Damien to come turn the video off, to end my suffering. What would I do if he came around the corner though? Would I break out in sobs? And even worse, how would he react? He was so cold. So very cold.
My mind was filling so quickly with negativity that I thought I might go crazy from it. I couldn't handle this anymore, didn't deserve to be tortured like this. If this was the game that he was going to play with me, then I wanted out of it. He obviously didn't care about me, so what did it matter anyway.
Despite the desperate cries inside my head to stick it out, my body moved of its own accord, standing and heading towards the door. I tried to stifle my sniffles as I took long strides, wanting to get out of the house as quickly as possible
When Damien Reed returned from his office, I would be gone.
GETTING OVER YOU
After another night of crying myself to sleep over Damien Reed, I decided he just wasn't worth it. My after school lessons with him were officially over, and I would also be dropping Art Appreciation class. As much as I wanted to think that I was strong enough to see him every day at school, I knew better.
I spent most of Sunday moping around the house, trying not to think about the night before and failing miserably at it. When Chase called to ask if I wanted to come over, I was more than happy to take up his invitation. My lesson with Damien Reed would be starting soon, and I needed something to distract my mind while I didn't attend, otherwise I might drive myself insane thinking about it.
I was at Chase's doorstep in less than thirty. There was a strange buzzing on the other side of the door, and when he opened it, I saw that his hand was occupied with an electric razor, shaving off his nonexistent stubble. A grin played across my lips. He was so silly sometimes.
“Getting ready for me, stud,” I joked as I pushed past him to flop down on the sofa.
“I haven't shaved in three days,” he told me.
“You look like you don't have anything to shave.”
“Ouch.”
“That's a good thing. Hairy guys are gross.” I thought about the thin layer of hair across Damien's broad chest and tight abdominal muscles. Hair is gross on everyone but him. Somehow, he manages to make it look very very yummy.
“Well then, you're lucky I'm pretty hairless.”
“Indeed.”
He turned off the razor and gave me a kiss on the cheek before going to the bathroom to set the razor in its cradle. I looked at my watch, feeling uncomfortable. Right about now, I'd be pulling up in Damien Reed's driveway.
This will never do. I need something more than chatter to ke
ep my mind occupied.
By the time Chase rounded the corner, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He gaped at me in astonishment.
“Damn, Chey. You just got here.”
“I know. And I can't wait a moment longer.”
“Was my sex that good?” He smirked, looking unpleasantly cocky.
“Um. Yeah. Can't get enough of the D,” I joked.
“If you absolutely can't wait.” He pulled his black T-shirt over his head, revealing a smooth swimmers build beneath. Chase had always been active in high school sports, which had kept him in great shape. I licked my lips at the sight of his washboard abs, feeling an aching need between my legs. Soon, that amazing body would be rocking on top of me, driving me to the heights of pleasure. The thought made me feel stupidly happy.
“You are really sexy,” I told him.
“Right back at you, kid.” He made a clicking sound with his tongue and winked at me. It was completely dumb but still made me laugh.
I shrugged off my blouse and then quickly unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall over my shoulders and onto the floor. Chase knelt between my legs, wrapping his arms around my sides and drawing me forward so that he could lick at one of my nipples. My eyes were already hooded, watching him with lust as he sucked the taut peak into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite. I gasped as pleasure pulsed from my chest to my cunt, my clit firing off in approval.
He moved to my other nipple, making tight circles around it with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth and then engulfing it in the warm wetness of his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips as he sucked a bit too hard, making me wince in exquisitely delicious pain.
“Is it good?” he asked, kissing a trail up to my collarbone while his hands worked to hike up my skirt.