Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  “This guy wants YOU, Leah. You can't pass this up.”

  “What have you got to lose, Leah? You've never been with a man before. You're not going to find a better man than this, believe me.”

  “If it was so easy to connect with this guy, why haven't you found someone similar?”

  Delilah pulled up her profile on the app and showed it to me. “I've been using this app for a year now. I find a good guy once in a while but nothing like Blake. Look at my connects.”

  I checked the number and it said: one hundred connections.

  Delilah pulled the phone away and put it down on the table. “As you can see I've barely had the success you've had and I only created your profile a week ago. These men are going crazy over you. I thought it would be funny if we put them all in an arena and have them fight to the death for you. The last man standing can have you.”

  I laughed. “That might be fun to watch.”

  Delilah's phone buzzed. She checked it and grinned. “You're all set for a date with Blake.”

  I grabbed the phone from her. “I didn't tell you to text him yet!” I looked at the recent text message:

  Blake: Meet me at my place and we'll go from there. I'm looking forward to meeting you.

  I scrolled up at the earlier text messages. He wrote things like: “Your pictures take my breath away. I've never seen anyone so beautiful before.”

  They seemed like lines he used on every woman. He couldn't possibly be talking about my curvy figure.

  But what if he was? Could a man like that actually be attracted to someone like me? There was something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I was so curious that I would have to meet him to find out.

  Chapter Three

  I parked my jalopy of a car in the parking lot of a high-rise apartment building. The longer I sat in my car, the more I thought that this was absolutely crazy. Blake could be a murderer. Why was I meeting a complete stranger at his apartment?

  I put the keys back in the ignition and my car wouldn't start. I tried pumping the gas pedal and trying again. The engine sputtered but wouldn't turn over.

  It was a sign.

  Fate wasn't going to let me run away from this.

  I checked my makeup in the rear-view mirror. I had let Delilah do it since I was never very good at it. My eyes were dark and lips red. I didn't look too bad. I also had her pick out my outfit. A black dress hugged my curves, off-the-shoulders, short and showing off plenty of cleavage.

  “These puppies need to be out to play,” Delilah had said, pushing my big breasts together. “Blake's going to be expecting a knockout and we're going to give it to him.”

  I was feeling very self-conscious but I couldn't deny that it was a better outfit than I could ever pick out. I looked down my chest and made sure I was popping out. I got out of my car and didn't even bother locking it.

  A thief would be doing me a favor if he stole it. I tugged at the bottom of my dress to cover more of my legs. But that only pulled down the front which showed off my bra. I'd have to be content with the length which barely covered my large ass.

  Delilah had tried to convince me to wear heels but I had ultimately won that argument. “There is no way I can walk in heels. I've never done it before. I don't want to be falling all over the place,” I told her.

  My black flats were just fine and they matched my clutch with gold chain. I walked into the lobby of the building and to the elevator. The text had said his place was on the thirty-third floor. Apartment 336.

  The elevator only went up to the thirty-third floor so I hit the lowest button. The elevator shot up and I could feel the sweat building. This was my first date. And it was a first date with a man that looked like a model. Maybe I should've dated an ugly guy first just to get the jitters out of the way.

  It wouldn't have mattered even if this was my fortieth date. Blake wasn't someone you could just meet at a club or bar. He was top shelf material and I would've been nervous either way.

  The elevator stopped at the top floor and the doors opened to a long hallway to a single door. Was this the only apartment?

  I walked up to the door that said: 336. I took in a deep breath. You can do this, Leah,” I said softly.

  I lifted my hand to knock on the door but it opened before I could hit it. Blake stood there in the most expensive gray suit I ever laid eyes on. The man in the suit was even better. He looked even more handsome than his pictures. My knees went weak.

  “I thought I heard something outside the door and here you are. I'm Blake.” He put his hand out for mine.

  I grasped it and goosebumps formed on my arms. “I'm Leah,” I replied.

  “I have to say you look way better than the pictures on your profile. I mean you're literally stunning. I might have a heart attack if I look at you any longer.”

  I blushed. “Did you practice that cheesy line in front of the mirror?” I could be witty when I wanted to be. I wasn't sure this was the right situation for it though. It was kind of a defense mechanism.

  Blake cringed. “Took me all night to think of that one. It's no good?”

  I shook my head. “Sorry.”

  “I promise I'll do away with the cheesiness. “Do you want to come inside for a quick drink before we go out?” he asked.

  I nodded even though red flags were going off in my head. If he really was a serial killer than this was at the point in the horror movie when everyone screamed at the screen for me not to go inside with him.

  There wasn't anything I could do about it. My feet moved anyways and before I knew it the door was closed behind me and I was standing in his apartment.

  If you could even call it an apartment. This was more like an upscale loft. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was astounding. The city lights twinkled in the night.

  “This is beautiful,” I said, following Blake into the kitchen. It was very modern with stainless steel appliances and white marble.

  Blake was busy getting out some glasses. “You should see it at sunrise. You'll never forget it. What kind of drink do you want?”

  I sat down at a large kitchen island. “Surprise me.”

  I watched Blake with fascination as he used various ingredients and pulled out all the stops. I wondered if he was a bartender in his spare time. He cut slices of apple and put them on the edge of the martini glass.

  “Here you go,” he said, handing me the glass. “Be careful, it's warm.”

  The drink smelled like apple cider. And it was very warm. I took a sip and my eyes lit up. “This is delicious.” The flavors all came together and masked the alcohol perfectly. I could already feel it going to my head.

  Blake just stared at me with dreamy eyes as I sipped the drink. “You know when I first saw your profile picture, I knew there was something special about you. At the moment I knew I'd do whatever it took to have you.”

  My face flushed and my heart began to beat loudly in my chest. This guy couldn't be for real. This all had to be a dream.

  We wouldn't be leaving his apartment tonight.

  Chapter Four

  Blake walked around the kitchen island and took the drink from my hand and set it down. He swiveled my chair until I was facing him. I was frozen in my seat. I knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him.

  His thumb rubbed against my top and bottom lip, separating them slightly. “These lips deserved to be kissed all night.”

  I could barely breathe. It felt like all the oxygen had escaped the room. This was really happening.

  Blake bent down and pressed his mouth against my plump lips. A surge of passion overloaded me. He tasted so good. His tongue slipped into my mouth and took the kiss to the next level. Blake's hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him.

  Our lips moved against one another for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to stay in that moment all night.

  Then he broke away and I suddenly realized that I needed to breathe again. I gasped for air, my eyes staring in
to his. The kiss was magical.

  No, more than magical. It was fucking life-changing.

  There were going to be a lot more of that tonight.

  “Do you want to go to my bedroom?” Blake asked, his hand still clenching my neck.

  I nodded. That was all my brain would allow me to do.

  Blake took my hand and I felt a shock of electricity shoot through me. This man could do anything and I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

  He kissed me again as he led me into the bedroom. It was very modern with wall mirrors and a king-sized bed in the middle.

  We stood in front of each other and Blake began to loosen his tie. “Let me get a look at those gigantic tits that have been haunting my dreams.”

  I couldn't believe how hungry he was for my curves. It was turning me on so much. I found the side-zipper on the dress and pull it down. I slipped the dress down just off my chest. My black lace bra was doing a poor job of keeping my breasts contained. I unlatched it and let it fall to the ground as my big boobs were unleashed.

  “Holy fuck,” Blake said, his tongue licking his top lip. I could see his pants at his crotch get tighter. “Those are magnificent. I don't think I've seen tits so large before.”

  He took a step towards me and put his hands on my chest. He massaged my breasts, pushing them together. He ran his tongue along my dark line of cleavage, moving over to each nipple and making them wet.

  He pulled away and blew cold air on my nipples and watched as they grew harder. Blake wrapped his lips around my nipples and sucked on me until I cried out. The pain felt so good that it scared me.

  My hand instinctively went to his crotch and I stroked his shaft through his pants. Blake moaned into my chest, his hands continued to knead my breasts together.

  He came up for air with a smirk on his face. “Take off your dress and let me see the rest of those curves.”

  I pulled the dress down and let it fall to my ankles. I stepped out of it and to the side. My tiny black thong was the only thing protecting me from Blake. His eyes examined every inch of me. He twirled his finger in the air and I turned around slowly and showed off my ass.

  “I'd love to bury my cock in that ass,” he said in a low and dark voice. I turned around and faced him again.

  Blake unbuttoned his white shirt and threw it across the room. I'd never seen muscles so toned before. His pecs and abs were too good to be true. I knew he must work out most of the day to attain a body like that.

  “Get on the bed,” Blake commanded. He did away with his pants and only left his white boxer briefs on. The outline of his humongous cock didn't leave much to the imagination or so I thought. He pulled them down and this enormous log came flying out.

  It was the thickest and longest cock I could ever imagine. “How the hell is that even possible,” I said, my eyes pointing to what I was referring to.

  “God's gift to women,” he replied.

  I rolled my eyes but deep down I loved his cocky attitude.

  Blake joined me on the bed. He got on top of me and we kissed again. My large chest pressed against his and our hearts beat together. The wetness between my thighs was growing at an uncontrollable rate. The entire apartment would be flooded soon enough.

  Blake's finger grazed against my soaked panties. He was so close to my desperate slit. I needed him inside me. His fingers were better than nothing. But the fabric of my thong prevented him from going any further.

  But that didn't stop him from touching me down there. “Do you want me to fuck you with this big cock?” he asked.

  His fingers moved dangerously close to my clit. Even with my panties on it felt so good.

  “You have no idea how much I need you, Blake. Please fuck me with that big cock. I need to feel you inside me.”

  Blake grabbed my small thong in his fist and pulled at them, lifting my hips up. They snapped and I fell back down to earth. Blake dropped the shreds of my dignity off the side of the bed.

  “Much better,” he said.

  Chapter Five

  Blake positioned himself in between my thighs and his throbbing cock rested against my hard nub. I rubbed against him, spreading my wetness all along his shaft. It wouldn't take much for me to come exactly like this.

  I had gotten used to touching myself over the years but it was nothing like this. Blake wasn't even inside me and his cock already felt too good.

  “No more teasing,” Blake said, moving his cock lower. His tip entered into me and met with resistance.

  I howled as he pushed into me, my pussy enlarging around him. I inhaled sharply as he drilled deeper. Was there ever an end?

  Blake finally filled me up all the way and I exhaled. “You're so fucking big,” I screamed.

  “You're so tight,” he replied. “It's like you're choking my cock.” He started his thrusts, slow at first, gradually picking up speed, reacting to my moans.

  His hips crashed against mine, slamming his cock way too deep. His eyes watched my breasts bounce back and forth.

  The pleasure rose in my veins. I knew what that meant and I welcomed it with open arms. “I'm going to come, Blake.”

  My words invigorated him and he fucked me harder as I found my release. My body quivered and shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I embraced heaven.

  My senses began to return slowly. I looked over Blake's sweaty chest and couldn't believe this adonis was inside me.

  “You like my big titties?” I asked, putting my hands on my chest and mashing them together.

  Blake almost drooled onto me as he watched me play with my boobs. “You're going to make me come too quickly,” he said, closing his eyes and focusing on something else.

  “Open your eyes and look at my tits as you come inside me.”

  Blake shot his eyes open and looked down at my chest again. “Fuck,” he groaned, bursting within me, his warm cum shooting out so close to my womb.

  My next orgasm took control of my body and my brain diverted all power to the sole function for pleasure. My body was made only for Blake's big cock and every orgasm was a celebration of us being joined together.

  I'd never felt anything like it and now I knew why Delilah wanted to be with a man every night of the week. That feeling of a real man's cock inside you couldn't be simulated with just two fingers. A fist wouldn't even do in Blake's case.

  Blake heaved himself off me and the emptiness I felt inside was tortuous. How long could I survive without another cock inside me. The pleasure was so addictive.

  “I can barely think right now,” Blake said, staring straight up at the ceiling.

  I rolled over and put my head on his chest. Blake raked his fingers through my sweaty black hair. “I didn't think it could ever be that good.”

  “Was that your first time?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

  I couldn't keep eye contact with him. “Was I bad?”

  “Oh baby, you were incredible. I've never come that hard in my entire life. And your pussy was so god damn tight. Those fucking curves of yours turn me into a puddle of goo. I couldn't control myself.”

  I looked down to see his member standing at attention again. “It looks like you can't control that either.”