Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  Victoria raked her fingers down my back. “I'm so wet for you, Zachary. Just feel my pussy and you'll know what I mean.”

  I dipped my finger down below and felt her soaking wet hole dripping onto the bed sheets. I put my two fingers in my mouth and tasted her again, remembering my tongue against her clit. “You taste so good,” I said.

  Victoria spread her legs further. “Go slow at first. There's no rush to the finish line.”

  My tip pushed against her and I could feel her pussy enveloping me as I shoved my cock all the way in. The sensation was unlike any other. We both moaned at the top of our lungs as I crammed all my length into her tightness.

  I looked down to see myself completely buried in her. My cock was so sensitive. The pleasure built higher and higher. I wouldn't be able to last very long.

  I pulled out slowly and plunged into her again, watching Victoria's back arch and her teeth bite her bottom lip. It was all too much for me. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything that could bring me back from the cliff.

  “Stay still,” Victoria said. “Don't move that cock so you can get used to my pussy clenching around you.”

  I tried my best not to move, straining to hold myself above the perfect body below me. My eyes traveled over her lips and down to her perfect breasts. My rod throbbed inside her and I had to look away to keep my orgasm at bay.

  Why did my first have to be such a fucking hot woman?

  The longer I stayed still, the less sensitive my cock became. I didn't have to keep my eyes shut closed any longer.

  “I think you're ready now,” she said. “Fuck me hard, Zachary. Spill your cum inside me.”

  I pulled out again and pumped into her, picking up speed with every thrust. My hips crashed against her and I watched her large tits bounce back and forth.

  “Harder, Zachary! Pound my tight pussy!”

  I slammed into her, drilling my cock deeper and deeper. “I can't last any longer!” I warned Victoria.

  “Don't you dare pull out! Finish inside me!”

  “Fuck!” I finally let go and released, my cock pouring cum into her pussy. Victoria came again, her body quaking beneath me as she was ravaged by pleasure.

  I hammered into her until my balls were dry. The pulsing in my cock finally died down. I pulled out and broke the dam keeping my cum inside her. I watched as my semen flowed out of her like a river.

  I collapsed next to her, out of breath and glowing from my first experience. That felt way too good. The fear began to creep back in my head. What if that was my first and last time I'd ever be with a woman?

  Victoria rolled over to the nightstand next to her bed and lit up a cigarette. “Want one?” she asked.

  I waved my hand at her. “I don't smoke.”

  “I don't either but a cigarette after sex is like heaven.”

  “Is it like that every time?” I asked, my hand sneaking onto her boob and squeezing. I couldn't help myself when they were just sitting there, heaving up and down with every breath. My finger circled around her nipple.

  Victoria laughed, puffing out smoke. “You're always going to remember your first time. But it's going to get better and better the more you do it.”

  “Was I bad?” I asked.

  She rolled over and her boobs mashed together. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. “You were perfect. Every orgasm felt better than the next.” She reached down and touched my flaccid penis. An electric shock went through me and I saw my cock grow in her hands.

  Victoria smiled deviously. “This is going to be a very long night...”

  –

  The blinding sun peeked through the blinds and baked my face. I reached out next to me and felt the cold covers. I lifted my head and realized that Victoria wasn't next to me.

  I was laying on the ground with a pillow and the comforter wrapped around me. Last night had gotten so intense that we fell off the bed and decided to stay down here.

  I couldn't even remember the last thing that had happened before I passed out. I must've been so exhausted. I tried to move and winced from every sore muscle.

  “About time you got up,” Victoria said, walking naked from the bathroom to her dresser. I watched her every curve bounce. She took out a thong and pulled them up and over her luscious hips. “Get ready and I'll drive you to your car.”

  I was hoping to go one last time but I wasn't even sure my dick would work anymore. I came enough last night for a lifetime.

  We drove back to RAW in her BMW around noon. She parked by my car and I didn't want to get out. That meant it was all over.

  “Can I see you again?” I asked.

  “Of course,” Victoria replied with a smile. She took a pen and wrote down her number on the back of my hand. “But I don't think you're going to need me anymore.”

  I stepped out of her car and watched her drive away. Maybe she was right. But I'd never forget my first time.

  Chapter Six

  My friends and I got together that night. They went around the table and told about their different escapades.

  When it got to my turn, I didn't have to lie or stretch the truth. In fact, I had to hold some details back. I didn't want them to know every little dirty thing that I did to that MILF.

  The surprising part was that there was a loser.

  John who was dancing with the one MILF all night ended up going home by himself. He had put all his eggs in one basket and failed.

  Unlimited beers for a month.

  The End

  Story Eleven

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  Grace is visiting Paris to meet with Nolan who is studying art abroad. She's been obsessed with him for years and discovers tons of paintings he has done of her.

  Their forbidden romance is about to blossom.

  Chapter One

  I had waited so long for this.

  Winter break from college and I was finally in Paris, France. The one place I had been dreaming of since I could remember.

  And now my dream came true.

  It was all made possible by my stepbrother, Nolan. He was in his second year of studying abroad for art and invited me to come visit him for a week while I had a break.

  I scrimped and saved the entire year to pay for the plane ticket and extra spending money. Nolan was going to let me stay with him in his studio apartment which would cut down on costs. I was ready to make this the best trip of my life.

  I stepped out of the airport and the frozen air hit me like a slap in the face. I was wearing just a long sleeve and jeans to stay comfy on the long plane ride. I quickly opened my luggage and pulled out my puffy black windbreaker with a furry hood.

  It didn't help much. My face was chilled to the bone. I looked around for Nolan and didn't see him. He told me beforehand that he would meet me at the airport. But where?

  I checked my phone and realized that I didn't have any service. My phone wasn't going to work in a foreign country.

  I walked up and down the sidewalk where arrivals waited to be picked up, trying my best to stay warm but keeping my eye out for my stepbrother.

  I thought I was going to freeze to death soon unless I went back inside.

  I returned inside the airport and that's when I spotted him.

  It had been two years since I saw him last.

  Nolan stood alone wearing a dark gray pea coat. His brown hair was freshly cut and combed to the side. He had that cocky look on his face that I could never forget.

  His eyes caught mine and lit up. My heartbeat spiked and I immediately blushed.

  “Grace!” Nolan tackled me, wrapping his strong arms around me.

  “It's good to see you, Nolan.” I had forgotten how good he used to smell. I could st
ay in his embrace all day long.

  Nolan put me at arm's length. “It's been too long. How was the flight?”

  “I didn't think that thirteen hours could go by so slowly.”

  Nolan laughed and put his arm around my shoulder. “The train is on the lower level.”

  I followed him down the stairs and to the platform where we waited for our ride to Paris. “I'm so glad you took my offer to visit me.”

  “How could I pass up a trip to Paris? Especially when it's so cheap?”

  “That's why I thought it was the perfect time.”

  The train arrived in the station and I realized I'd never been on one before. Excitement surged through me.

  We boarded and I took my assigned seat. Nolan was a perfect gentleman and stowed my luggage overhead. He took his seat next to me. “Did you get some sleep on the plane?”

  I groaned. “I really tried. I just couldn't keep my eyes closed with all the noise happening around me. What time is it here now?”

  Nolan checked his watch with a leather band. “Almost eight in the morning.”

  “Oh my god. Am I going to be screwed if I don't stay awake all day?”

  Nolan shrugged. “Jet lag affects everyone differently. Why don't you sleep on the train that way you won't be exhausted later.”

  Just us talking about sleep was making me so tired. My eyelids felt like weights and I couldn't keep them open any longer. I rested my head against Nolan's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

  –

  Nolan nudged me awake. “We're here, Grace.”

  I pried my eyes open and had a bad taste in my mouth. I lifted my head off Nolan's shoulder and realized that I had drooled a little. I wiped my lips and looked out the window expecting to see the beautiful city.

  Instead we were in another station. But the building we were walking through was amazing with very tall ceilings. “What do we have to now?” I asked.

  “Just a quick subway trip and we'll be at my place.”

  I stumbled behind Nolan like a zombie, my brain only working at ten percent. I followed him up and down stairs and finally into a subway car. We stood up and I wrapped my hand around a handle as the subway took off.

  I wasn't used to the rocking and lost my balance, falling against Nolan. He caught me and propped his body against mine. “I'm sorry,” I said, trying not to look directly at him through my lashes.

  “You'll get used to it.”

  The subway came to a quick stop and we exited. We took an escalator and then we were finally outside and in Paris.

  I finally made it...

  Chapter Two

  The air was just as cold as it was by the airport. Maybe even colder with the wind chill. I bundled up as much as I could but I knew I would have to put on more layers later.

  I looked up at my surroundings and was greeted to the most exquisite architecture. I'd never seen anything like it. Churches, hotels, bakeries, and cafes littered every corner. Every building looked like it was from another time.

  How could they still be standing after all this time?

  “My place is only a couple blocks away,” Nolan announced.

  We walked through the streets of Paris and I enjoyed staring at all the French people I passed. They were dressed in less layers than me but seemed fine in this frozen winter. All they needed was a small coat and scarf.

  “This is so cool,” I said, my head permanently fixed looking upwards. I suddenly didn't feel tired anymore. This was exactly the shot in the arm that I needed.

  Nolan took my hand. “Almost there, Grace.”

  Butterflies rushed through me at his touch. I don't know why this was happening now. I'd known Nolan for so long and it was never like this.

  “Here it is.” He pulled me into a tall and skinny building squished in between two hotels. “We just have to take an elevator up.”

  The elevator was the tiniest one I'd ever seen. We could barely fit the two of us in there with my luggage. Nolan hit the the button for the top floor and we started to go up.

  We were standing so close together that I could hear his heart pound in his chest.

  Or was that my heart beating?

  The doors slid open and Nolan popped his keys out. He unlocked the second-to last-door that said: 405. “This is it. Before we go in. I just want you to know that it isn't much.”

  Nolan opened the door and we entered. His entire place was about the size of my bedroom back home. There wasn't much furniture except for a queen-sized bed and a painting easel to the side in front of a window.

  The kitchen couldn't even be called a kitchen. There was an electric burner and a mini fridge. Not even a dishwasher.

  “Wow this place is so sweet! I love the slanted ceiling and the wood floors. It feels very European.”

  “I know it's small but it's all I can afford right now.”

  “It's perfect for you.” I looked around and thought that something was missing. “Do you have a bathroom.”

  “You're going to laugh when you see it,” he replied, walking into the kitchen. He opened what looked like a pantry door.

  The bathroom was just about the size of a airplane bathroom. Just a little bigger to fit the smallest shower known to man. The sink didn't even look big enough to put your hands under the faucet.

  I had to stifle a laugh. “It's very cozy,” I said.

  “This was seriously the best place I could find.”

  I walked over to the window that overlooked the street. People were walking on the sidewalks below. “You can't beat this view though.”

  “Sometimes I just stare outside all day. It can be addicting.”

  I turned to the painting on the easel that depicted the scene right out the window. “This is incredible. It's breathtaking. The colors are so different.”

  “Thank you. I figured I should paint my view so I'll have something to remember when I have to go back home.”

  “How is art school going anyways? I can see by this painting that you've improved a lot since you've been home.”

  Nolan sat down on the edge of his bed. “A whole lot of pressure to be creative. I've never had to rack my brain so hard to come up with ideas. You feel like you need to be constantly inventive every day. It can be very exhausting.”

  “I can imagine,” I replied.

  “Speaking of school, I have to go to class soon. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”

  I frowned. “That sucks. I thought we were going to be spending a lot of time together.”

  Nolan grinned. “Don't worry. I don't have any classes tonight or tomorrow. We'll have plenty of time together. We can get dinner when I get back. I'm going to cook you the best pasta dinner ever. And I'll bring home some wine.”