FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME

by Scott Hildreth

  He nodded, “Yeah, fuck yeah I do.”

  I dropped myself down the length of his stiff cock and gasped as it bottomed out.

  I pointed to my soaking wet pussy, “Gone. See that? Gone.”

  I worked my way up slowly. As I did, he propped himself onto his elbows and leaned forward to watch.

  “Your cock is huge. I fucking love it. Pay attention, because I’m going to fuck you, Shane. I’m going to see how I like this. I’ll let you know,” I smiled.

  I began working my hips as quickly and ferociously as I could. My pussy was beyond soaked. His cock worked in and out of my wet pussy as quickly as I could fuck it. My only limitation was what little friction there was, and there wasn’t much, because the wetness from my pussy was running down his cock onto his hips. With my hands on his chest I began to moan and scream.

  “You….”

  “Don’t….Oh fucking God.”

  “Make me nervous,” I breathed.

  “Because I fucking,” I bucked my hips up and down, swallowing his cock inside of me with each stroke.

  “Not nervous…Because I…Love you,” I said.

  “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” I continued rocking my hips slowly, taking all of him inside me.

  Almost as if he were in a trance, He stared at my pussy, watching each stroke as my ass and pussy rose up from his lap.

  “I love your….okay….I’m gonna cum now,” I gasped.

  I closed my eyes as they rolled back in my head. I felt myself begin to climax as I focused on the feeling of his thick cock inside of me. My entire body shook as I came all over Shane’s cock. I held my body still and pressed on his chest, sitting on him with my eyes closed.

  His hands reached up and touched my hips. As soon as his fingers touched me, I jumped.

  “Are you okay, babe?” he asked.

  “Yeah, don’t touch me,” I said, before I really knew what I was saying.

  “Don’t touch you? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly.

  I raised my hands from his chest and waved my arms in front of him.

  “Shhhh. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me,” I laughed.

  I was in some post-climax bliss. My entire body was tingling, and when he touched me it sent a tingly shock throughout my body. It was just too much for me to take. I needed more practice. Fucking Shane was so much different. So much more enjoyable. Right now, I needed to recover and come back to earth.

  Silence.

  I wanted the feeling, forever. The right here. The right now. I wanted to bask in it for a lifetime. The feeling was what my books were written about. Everyone wants this and no one actually gets it. I was heaven.

  This is life with Shane Dekkar.

  “Babe you’re shaking,” he said as his hand touched my thigh.

  “Don’t talk,” I said as I opened my eyes.

  He looked up at me, his face filled with worry.

  “I need a minute,” I said.

  His eyes widened.

  I closed my eyes, “It’s good, babe. The good kind of don’t talk to me. The good kind of don’t touch me. The, oh my God, I want this feeling to last forever type of feeling. That’s what I’ve got going on.”

  I paused and took a slow, deep breath.

  “It’s okay, I’m fine now. You can talk,” I said as I slid back on his thighs toward his knees.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him in amazement.

  “You happened, Shane. You happened,” I responded, still in a daze.

  Slowly, he smiled.

  “You knew you were going to do this to me, didn’t you?” I asked.

  He tapped me once on the thigh.

  “Fucker,” I smiled.

  “Kace, I didn’t ask for this. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. I wasn’t trying to find a partner, a wife, a whatever. All I know is this – you entered my life, and when you did, things changed. Things inside of me changed. The feelings you cause me to feel, they’re different. They’re not like other feelings I have ever had. Now that I have felt this, I know what everyone talks about. I know what it’s like to feel as if you need someone to just survive. It scares me. You scare me,” he said as he sat up in the bed.

  “I scare you? Seriously?” I slid off of his legs and lay down beside him, my head resting on my hand.

  “The good kind,” he chuckled, now sitting straight up in the bed.

  “I don’t need. I never have. I have always been fine being alone. I’ve always known it’s how I’d live my life, I suppose - alone and happy. Now that I’ve met you - now that we have this - I can’t deny it’s meant to be. Kace, I’m scared to death to try and live without you,” he said.

  I looked into his eyes and felt full of emotion. I felt full of pride. Full of love. I was about to cry, and I don’t like to cry.

  “You’ll never be without me, Shane. Never,” I said as I rubbed his arm with my free hand.

  “Never?” he asked.

  “Never,” I responded.

  He made a fist and held it over his chest.

  I made a fist and tapped it against his clenched hand.

  “You’re stuck now,” he said.

  “How so?” I asked.

  “We just shook on it,” he said.

  And the way Shane’s mind works…

  We just became one.

  Chapter 21

  SHANE. “You think he’s ready, Mike?” Kelsey asked.

  “I’m ready,” I said as I set my water down on the table.

  Kelsey turned his head to face me and scrunched his brow, “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Mike.”

  “Mean face,” Kace said laughing.

  Kelsey looked at Kace and scowled as Ripp put his beer on the table and inhaled deeply.

  “Well, I ain’t saying this because he’s sitting here, you know me better than that. I can say I’ve watched all the videos. I’ve studied this guy Mc Claskey, and if he does what we’ve been practicing,” Ripp nodded his head my direction.

  “That guy ain’t got a fucking chance. Dekk’s gonna slaughter him,” Ripp finished.

  “Well, we can’t go into this thinking we got it in the bag. It damned sure isn’t gonna be easy. It’s gonna be a bitch, you hear me?” Kelsey said as he turned to face me.

  “A bitch boss,” I said.

  “God damn it, I ain’t fucking kidding. You two arrogant assholes,” Kelsey said as he pressed his hands against the table and flexed his forearms.

  “Flexin’ on me boss?” I chuckled.

  “Get the ticket, I’m buying,” Kelsey said as he let go of the table.

  “Kace ain’t done eating yet,” Ripp said as he pointed to Kace, who was just starting to eat her salad.

  “Don’t mean I can’t pay. Now you’re gonna be there, right? I need you to be there,” Kelsey said toward Kace.

  “I’m his cheerleader,” Kace responded in between bites.

  “And you’ll be there?” Kelsey said as he nodded his head toward Kace again.

  “Damn, Kelsey,” I complained.

  “I need her to say it,” he said.

  “Yes sir. I will be there,” Kace responded as she made a fist with her hand.

  She held her fist over the table toward Kelsey. Kelsey turned and looked toward Ripp and then directly at me.

  “Don’t look at me,” I said.

  “I got this,” Kace laughed, shaking her fist over the center of the table.

  “Do it,” Ripp said toward Kelsey.

  Kelsey made a fist and reached out toward Kace’s fist. As Kace smacked her fist sharply against his she shook her head, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

  “It’s settled,” she said, “We shook on it.”

  “What do you think about the title fight, boss? If I win?” I asked.

  “Shit, that’s in the bag,” Ripp responded.

  “He’s right,” Kelsey said as he nodded his head toward Ripp, “If you win this fight,
you’ll be a shoe-in for the Heavyweight Championship fight. All we’ll have to do is ask. For him not to fight you would be suicide for his career. This is it, kid. This is the fight,” Kelsey said.

  “What did I tell you about that kid shit,” I laughed.

  Kelsey had been calling me kid since the day we met. At first, it bothered me, and now it was just part of Kelsey being Kelsey. He did it to try to drive me, to build my spirit, and to give me the inner anger I needed to fight. He didn’t realize it, but there was no need to call me names. It didn’t give me reason to fight. My reason was inside of my soul, my inner demons. This was who I was, not something developed from taunting or teasing.

  “I want the title. I want to get the title, and then…” I thought about trying to fight for the title, and what I would do if I won.

  Retire undefeated, holding the Heavyweight Championship belt?

  Defend the title?

  Take the pay-off and spend a lifetime of being happy with Kace?

  Have kids?

  “And then?” Ripp asked as he finished drinking his beer, “then what?”

  I turned and looked at Kace, as if she held the answer. I looked at Kelsey as he raised one eyebrow.

  “We’re going to defend that motherfucker, aren’t we kid?” Kelsey said.

  I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing the answer. I had to win the fight on the table now, it was first. Other than fighting Ripp, I hadn’t had a fight since I fought Wilson. Not that Ripp was less of a fighter than anyone I else could find, but fighting Ripp was different.

  It was easy for me to fight Ripp. Getting in the ring with him was like going to work. I knew what to expect before, during, and after the fight. As great as the sparring had been between us, and as much as I appreciated the fact he had helped train me for the last few months, I wondered.

  “We’ve got to win this fight first, boss. Let’s focus on this one right now,” I responded.

  “Done,” Kace said as she proudly shoved her empty plate to the center of the table.

  “You eat like a girl,” Kelsey laughed.

  “I am a girl,” Kace responded as she reached for her glass of water.

  “I normally don’t like women around my fighters before a fight. They need to go into these things cock strong. You seem to give Shane strength. I like that,” Kelsey said.

  “What’s cock strong?” Kace asked.

  Ripp and I chuckled, neither really wanting to answer her question.

  Ripp turned to Kace and smiled, “It’s when…well…what he means is this. It’s when a fighter or a player goes the entire length of time before a fight or a big game without getting any relief. Without getting any…”

  “Pussy,” he whispered.

  Kace turned toward me and then slowly rotated her head to face Kelsey. She locked her eyes on his. Slowly, she leaned forward on the table and rested on her elbows on the edge. As she lowered her chin into her hands, she smiled.

  “Too late,” she said very matter-of-factly.

  “Are you fucking serious?” Kelsey cried, turning from facing Kace to facing me.

  Without an immediate response, he turned to look at Ripp. Ripp shrugged his shoulders and stood up.

  “Ready?” Ripp asked.

  “Yep,” I responded as I stood up, “Let’s get.”

  Still seated, Kelsey turned to face Kace; who remained in her seat, still seated as she was when she spoke to Kelsey a moment before. Kelsey leaned his elbows on the table to mimic Kace, and placed his chin in his hands.

  Ripp stood up and pushed his hands into his pockets.

  Kelsey and his superstitious beliefs. It was too late to correct it now. Kelsey would be certain to blame Kace if the fight was lost. In his mind, my having sex preceding the fight would be a definite way to seal a loss. I had never dreamed sex would come up in conversation; or I wouldn’t have brought Kace to the pre-fight dinner.

  “Seriously?” Kelsey asked again, staring directly into Kace’s eyes.

  “No,” she chuckled as she remained focused on Kelsey.

  “I know better than to fuck a man before a fight. Even if he asked me, I’d tell him no. I want him to win this more than you do,” she said as she made a fist and held it in the center of the table.

  Kelsey made a fist and smacked it against hers sharply, “I like this girl, kid. She’s got spunk.”

  You have no idea. I thought.

  You have no idea.

  Chapter 22

  KACE. Something about watching two men fight each other in a confined space was very exciting to me. I never would have guessed it would be something I would enjoy; but I doubt after seeing a boxing match for my first time there’s any one event which would ever satisfy me more. The two men covered in sweat, the fighting, the arena full of adrenaline, and the fact one of the two men was my boyfriend was enough to make me an excited wet mess for the entire fight and many hours afterward.

  Watching. Men. Fight. Makes. Me. Wet.

  Part of the problem with Shane’s fights was they never lasted that long.

  “There he is Ripp. Here he comes,” I jumped up and down and pointed as Shane came up the aisle toward the ring.

  Watching Shane walk, in general, excited me. Seeing Shane walk into this crowd was the most excited I had ever been in my life. The fight was an undercard fight for the championship, and was televised on pay television. If Shane won, he will be offered a fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the World - the equivalent of the Super Bowl for boxers.

  “Damn he looks good, shorty. These fuckin’ seats are the shit. Ringside, fuck yeah,” Ripp said as pulled me close to him.

  “Mc Claskey’s a fucking punk!” Ripp screamed toward Shane when he walked by.

  Shane turned and looked our direction for a brief second, nodded his head and winked. Kelsey turned and scowled, probably aggravated that we would break Shane’s concentration on his way to the ring. Kelsey was a very superstitious man, and he wanted Shane to win the fight more than Shane did.

  “Fuck You Kelsey!” Ripp screamed through his cupped hands.

  Ripp was obviously as excited as I was. He was a great fighter, but he didn’t fight as often as Shane did. He fought lower rate fighters, and other than the fight with Shane, had never been beaten. He had never taken the time to have a good manager, trainer, or fighting schedule. He enjoyed having the title of being undefeated, but really wasn’t willing to take many chances to risk losing it.

  “How much longer? Is this like any other match?” I was so excited I could barely contain myself.

  “Just a little more bullshit because it’s a televised fight It’ll be going here in just a minute or two,” Ripp responded as he waved his fists.

  Our seats were ringside seats. They were in the front, right beside the ring, and close to the aisle Shane walked down to get to the ring. Our position would allow us to see all of the action almost like we were standing in the ring.

  “Ladies and gentlemen…..” the announcer said into the microphone.

  I felt almost sick. I realized I was still standing, and had never sat down. I looked at Ripp, who was also standing. This was becoming very real. Cameras were everywhere filming the event from every angle.

  “In the blue corner. Shane,” the announcer paused.

  “Shame on,” he paused again and looked both directions.

  “Dehhhhhkkaaaaarrrr,” he said the last name very slow and strung out.

  “You got this, Dekk. You fucking got this!” Ripp screamed.

  “And, in the red corner,” the announcer started.

  “That son-of-a-bitch is bigger than I am. God damn. He’s fucking huge,” Ripp whispered my direction as the announcer was speaking.

  I turned to Ripp, “Shane’s gonna be okay, right?”

  “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Dekk’s mean as a god damned snake, Shorty. Meanest mother fucker I ever met. Don’t forget that. The man he becomes in the ring. You don’t know that man. And you don’t want to,” Ripp respon
ded.

  “Shane’s gonna be okay though?” I asked.

  “Shorty, he’ll be fine. I’ve seen him in street fights and in the ring. Nobody’s going to beat him. When he walks into a fight, he flips a switch. He becomes a fighter, not some ordinary man who’s boxing. The devil’s blood pumps through him,” Ripp reassured me.

  “Okay,” I turned back toward the ring.

  “Ding!”

  “Here we go,” Ripp screamed.

  Shane immediately went to the center of the ring. The other fighter circled around him. Shane threw a few punches toward Mc Claskey’s face. The impact of the gloves made a thud as they hit the fighter’s face and body.

  Shane and Mc Claskey exchanged punches back and forth like they were in a punching contest, just trading punches back and forth in turns.

  “C’mon Dekk, you can’t brawl with this big prick, he’s too strong. Use your speed,” Ripp screamed toward the ring.

  “What’s happening?” I asked.

  Ripp turned to face me, “He’s brawling. Just toe-to-toe fighting this big bastard. Mc Claskey will kill him. He’s too fucking big. Dekk’s gotta box his ass. Out think him.”

  “Ten seconds, Dekk,” Ripp screamed.

  Ding!

  “My stomach hurts,” I said as soon as Shane walked back toward the corner of the ring.

  “Mine too, that’s ten-nine Mc Claskey for sure,” Ripp said as he shook his head.

  “God damn it, Dekk. Use your speed,” Ripp screamed toward the ring.

  “Shane didn’t do good?” I asked.

  “No Shorty, he didn’t. He might just be feeling this guy out. Seeing what his style is. He’s fighting southpaw, and this guy’s leftie too. We talked about it, and this guy doesn’t fight lefties very well. He does better against right handed fighters. But he can’t just stand and fight this big fucker. He’ll kill Dekk,” Ripp explained.

  I knew southpaw meant left handed in boxer slang. But Ripp said Shane would be fine. I didn’t like the thought of Shane getting hurt. I reached into my pocket and rubbed Shane’s dog tags. I had brought them for good luck, and didn’t tell Ripp or Shane. I knew how they were all superstitious about certain things.

  “You said he’d be fine, Ripp,” I turned to Ripp and said softly.