by Natalie Foxx
“Oh my God,” I say. The third orgasm. Three orgasms in one night. It’s so great to be a woman. Corey thrusts in hard, harder, the hardest and his weight falls on top of me, and we both fall on the bed with him still moving on top of me.
“I’m coming,” he says, and then he tries to say it again but he can’t. He’s dying, in a good way. He’s dick gets bigger and I can feel him cum. I’m dying too. We’re dying together.
If I had to rate the sex from a scale of one to ten, I would give it a nine and a half. And the only reason I’m not giving it a ten is because I really want, and I really hope it’ll feel even better later. Maybe in another position, or maybe with someone else, or maybe in my ass. There’s so much more I have to try.
After putting on the chains on his truck’s tires, Corey takes me home. It’s snowing hard, but the snow doesn’t look as white anymore. A perfect end to my virginity. We don’t say much, because there isn’t much to say. Besides, if I said anything I would have to say thank you, but I don’t want to say thank you. That would be too awkward, because I already said it.
Corey parks at the usual place, far away from my house, too far away for this snow storm.
“Can you drive me up to the driveway?” I ask him, and he thinks about it for too long. It’s like my house is haunted or something. Besides, I don’t care what people say anymore, and Corey shouldn’t care either. His ex-girlfriend and him broke up three months ago, that’s a long time, and I will hopefully be moving far away from this stupid town anyways, so I couldn’t care less about what my neighbors, or even my mom and dad, or my sister will say if they see me. But I don’t think they’ll see us, it’s dark and snowing, we’ll be fine.
“Sure,” Corey says and drives to my front door, slowly, as if not wanting the engine to roar too loudly. Then I give him a kiss on the cheek, because he’s staring at my house.
“Bye,” I say, and he doesn’t answer back, so I look at what he’s looking at. On the second floor, my sister’s curtains are open and she’s looking down at us. “Don’t worry about her. She won’t judge us, she has had a million boyfriends before.”
I open the door and step into the cold snow, and I hurry to the front door, to open it fast, get in, and then close it behind me. It’s so warm inside, it’s great. I hear the engine of Corey’s truck back up and then drive away.
“What were you doing with Corey?” I hear from upstairs, as my sister walks downstairs to me. She’s upset, visibly upset in her tight pajamas that look more sexy than comfortable.
“What?” I ask her, not understanding how she knows about Corey.
“What were you doing with my ex-boyfriend?” she asks me.
Ex-boyfriend. It hits me. I lost my virginity to my sister’s ex-boyfriend. Fuck me.