Go Long

by Joanna Blake

  "Everything okay, Princess?"

  She gave me a look.

  "Don't call me that."

  "Okay sweetheart, what are you looking for?"

  She bristled at the endearment but her good manners kept her from tell me to go to hell. I could tell she really wanted to though. I smiled. That was going to work to my advantage.

  "I was just making sure my dad wasn't here. He loves this place."

  "Oh."

  I leaned back and grinned at her. I could not stop smiling. Just being around her was making me unaccountably happy. It must be those spectacular tits of hers.

  "He wouldn't like it?"

  She shook her head, sending red waves cascading everywhere. She was unconsciously feminine and sexy. It was all natural too, which made it much more effective.

  I had the boner to prove it. Not just a regular boner either. A mega-boner.

  At the moment, my dick could cut glass.

  "He doesn't let me go out with people."

  "You've never been out with anyone? Ever?"

  "No."

  I raised my eyebrows. She had no experience with men apparently. No one like me at least. I was sure she'd led the boys in high school on a merry chase. Oh, this was too fucking perfect. Little Miss Priss was pure as the driven snow.

  Not for long.

  "Really? In this day and age?"

  She glared at me defensively. It was way too easy to get her riled up. And way too much fun to stop.

  "Don't make fun of me. I'm not a freak you know."

  I smiled at her, raising my hands.

  "I'm not making fun of you. I'm just curious."

  She shrugged and her camisole moved slightly, giving me a glimpse of that body of hers. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my cheek so I could get a closer look.

  "He's old school. He means well, he's just..."

  "Over protective?"

  She nodded and again I watched her hair slide gracefully over her sun kissed shoulders. Jesus, the girl was perfect. No wonder her daddy was over protective. If I was him, I'd keep her under lock and key.

  I grinned and took a swig of my beer.

  "I would be too, if I had a daughter that looked like you."

  She blushed and I thought I saw goosebumps. I kept hoping her nipples would get hard. Maybe I should ask them to turn up the air conditioning in here... or I could just lean closer. I'd tug out that little top of hers and blow on them. I smiled wider at the thought.

  "So why did you come out with me tonight? If you're not supposed to date, I mean."

  "Is this a date?"

  I leaned back in my seat and nodded slowly.

  She bit her lip and blushed. A hot surge of lust shot through me. I was in a bad way. If I stood up right now, I'd knock over the ketchup bottle with my dick.

  Yeah, it was that long.

  And wide.

  In high school the guys on the team called me Thick. It caught on with the whole school until everyone was calling me that. Even the teachers. It even followed me to the service.

  No one else ever knew why. Unless I showed them.

  By the time I had graduated, I'd showed almost all the cheerleaders in two counties. Cheerleaders, man. They loved a quarterback.

  And that's what I was. Just as much as I was a Marine. In my blood, in my bones, I was a QB.

  I was more than just a high school athlete. I had what it took to go pro. Or at least play college ball. But my school wasn't the type to get scouted. It was small and dirt poor and in the middle of the mountains. My only chance was to try out as a walk-on. No scholarships. No special treatment. Just a guy, walking onto the field with nothing but his nuts. I could do it. I knew I was good.

  And I had really big nuts.

  I only prayed that I could prove it in tryouts.

  Speaking of tryouts... I'd like to try her out before the night was over. I watched her take another sip of her beer and licked my lips.

  "So, you grew up around here?"

  She nodded earnestly. God, this girl was prime. Innocent and sweet and dear lord, she was put together right! I just hoped she was going to let me find out how right.

  In an hour or two, if I had my way about it.

  I smiled at her and signaled the waitress.

  "Have another beer, it's early."

  "I really shouldn't..."

  "Come on, live a little. Or would daddy be mad?"

  I used the tone you would use with a baby, just to get a rise out of her. I knew it was my best chance at getting her to stay. She bristled adorably.

  "I'm not a baby!"

  "Okay. So stay."

  She looked uncertain for a moment and then she looked at me and nodded.

  "Well, maybe just one more..."

  Belinda

  I felt strangely calm as I let Kyle take me back to his dorm room. I wasn't stupid and I wasn't drunk. I was definitely feeling rebellious though. Curious too. Maybe a little tipsy from the couple of beers. And I knew that if I went up there, we were probably going to do it.

  'IT.'

  I had been kissed a few times. Rubbed up on. But that was at school dances and at camp. Never really alone, and not recently. So it hadn't gone any farther than that.

  Not that I'd wanted it to as an underage teenager. Not then. But now... things were different.

  I was fascinated by Kyle. He had kept me guessing what he was after all night. Did he want to argue with me? Or kiss me? It was irritating and intriguing at the same time. He was impossible to ignore, with his piercing eyes and good looks. But it was more than that, he pulled at me with some sort of unseen gravitational force.

  I wanted to be near him, to know more about him for some strange reason. But most of all, I was curious about why he wanted me to come up to his room. I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind. Would he just try to kiss me? Would he try and get me into bed to go all the way? I had no idea.

  But I wanted to find out.

  I was sick and tired of doing what everyone expected. I was so boring all the time! Right now I was going off plan, and doing something no one who knew me would ever expect me to do. I felt nice and loose from the beers we'd shared. I'd skipped the roasted potatoes I usually got with my plate of greens. Maybe that was part of the reason I felt so good.

  Okay, maybe I was a little bit tipsy...

  Dad would pitch a fit if he knew I'd had beer. He would pitch an even bigger fit if he knew where I was or what I was contemplating right now...

  "It's this way."

  I giggled at the authoritative way Kyle showed me to his room. I had just shown him the way a few hours ago. I realized I felt like I'd known him a lot longer.

  That made me feel better.

  For a minute I'd felt like a real tramp.

  I barely knew the guy. I decided I wouldn't let things get too far. I'd just go upstairs and we would see what unfolded... he flipped the light on to reveal his luggage and an unmade bed. The room was empty and sterile looking.

  Not so surprising since he'd just dropped his bag off a few hours ago.

  "I've really done a lot with the place as you can see."

  I giggled again, instantly forgetting what I was thinking about. Kyle was being so nice... I felt so nice... He smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me.

  His big warm hands on my shoulders were reassuring as he pulled me towards him. His lips were warm and soft. His body was giving off waves of heat.

  I barely noticed it when he shut and locked the door behind me.

  I don't know what it was exactly but it felt right.

  He felt right.

  So when he guided me down onto the bed, I didn't protest. He leaned over me, kissing me again. His tongue felt so good as it dove into my mouth. His hands roamed freely, touching my hip, my side, easing up onto my breast.

  I let out a little gasp and he stopped, murmuring against my lips.

  "Is that okay?"

  "Ohhhh... yes, it's okay."

  He moaned a bit
as he started kissing me again, the sexy sound of his deep voice giving me a thrill. He was more aggressive now, stroking my breasts through my camisole. I arched my back, almost purring with pleasure as his fingers toyed with my hard nipples.

  Kyle was very, very good with his hands.

  "Hmmmm Princess, you feel so good."

  I let my hands explore his muscular arms and slid around to his back. He was so hot, so warm, so... erect. I felt a moment of worry about the size of the thing but his hands felt so good that I stopped thinking and melted against him again.

  He moved my legs apart and pressed his hips inside them. He was so large, so much bigger than me. But it felt wonderful.

  I wanted to be closer to him.

  I wanted more.

  He pushed my camisole up and lowered his head to my breasts. I hadn't been wearing a bra because it had a built in support shelf. But now I felt superstitious... like I'd known... I'd been ready for this.

  For him.

  I whimpered as his tongue danced against one nipple and then the other. My hands were in his soft hair as he worked me over, switching back and forth as if he could not get enough of me. He sucked one into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it rapidly.

  "So sweet..."

  With a growl he sat up and tore his shirt off. Then he was back, his bare chest pressing against mine. Heat and pleasure tore through my body, leaving me delirious with hunger and need.

  "Please..."

  I had no idea what I was asking for. Thankfully, Kyle did. He sat up with a growl and reached for my sandals. My feet were bare in seconds. He growled again as he reached for my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them down swiftly.

  The cool air hit my skin, chilling me. But just for a moment. Because he was pulling his jeans off too. Then he was on top of me.

  We both moaned as our bodies collided. Soft and hard. Hot and cool. Skin on skin.

  I felt his cock against my belly. It was bare and so big. It felt like hot silk against me. I didn't think about what that might mean though. Not yet.

  "Belinda... I can't wait."

  I sighed as his hand slid into my panties. I felt him manipulating my folds. No one had touched me there before. I'd done it myself, but it never felt like this.

  He was panting with exertion as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I shivered, wondering if he was going to make me finish that way. If I should try to be quiet when I came. If I should be embarrassed by how close I was already.

  "You're so wet... so tight... please Princess, can I?"

  He wanted to have sex. I knew that. All boys wanted that. It was nature. And as my father liked to say, you can't fight nature.

  I thought of all the dates I'd had to turn down over the years. All the times I'd skipped parties. All the fun I'd missed.

  I slid my arms around his neck and nodded.

  "Yes."

  Chapter Three

  Kyle

  I was in heaven. And hell. She'd said yes. I'd won the fucking lottery. And now I was having a hard time getting inside her.

  Fuck me.

  The girl beneath me was the best I'd ever had. So sweet and responsive it was making it hard to think straight. I reached down and grabbed my dick, pressing it hard against her slick lips.

  Hoping it would go in.

  Praying it would go in.

  Oh yeah, Belinda was giving me religion.

  It wasn't going in.

  I cursed and lowered myself between her legs, doing the other thing I'd been desperate to do all night. Taste that sweet pussy of hers. I lapped at the soft little petals, grinning at the sight of the bright red curls above her soft lips. She had the prettiest damn pussy I'd seen in my life.

  And I'd seen more than my fair share.

  I pulled her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it. Hard. Then I slid one finger into her hot little box.

  Fucking A the girl was tight.

  I angled my hand, barely able to get one finger in. I moaned as her sugar walls seemed to undulate against me. I doubled down with my tongue. That's when I felt it.

  Belinda was coming.

  Thanking the good lord above for small favors, I eased a second finger inside her. The orgasm had given me a little bit of flexibility. Not much, but I was determined.

  I started circling my fingers inside her, working overtime with my tongue.

  She came again and I nearly lost it as she creamed all over my face. That was it. It would just have to be good enough because there as no way in hell I could wait. I was not going to make it another minute without my dick jumping out of my skin and trying to bury itself inside her.

  Oh yeah, I was going to give Miss Priss here the business.

  I positioned myself over her again, guiding my cock tip to her pussy. I inched forward, groaning as I gained entry. I wanted to plunge forward and ride her hard. I couldn't stop myself from pushing ahead until I was balls deep.

  She cried out and I froze, staring down at her. I'd just felt it, the barrier keeping me from going all the way inside her. Her hymen.

  Holy shit!

  Belinda had been a virgin.

  A fierce possessiveness filled me. She was perfect. Sweet, beautiful, pure. And now, she was mine.

  I was going to keep her dammit. And I was going to have a whole lot of fun bouncing around on that hot little body for the foreseeable future. A whole fuck load of fun.

  I gripped her hips and started to circle my hips.

  "It's okay, Princess. You're my baby girl now."

  Her eyes were closed as her head started to toss back and forth. I rode her slow and gentle. I couldn't stop, but I wasn't insensitive.

  I was shocked as hell when she started coming a minute later. I thought she might be in pain, but nope, my Princess was shuddering all over my pole.

  Damn girl!

  "That's it... come for me Princess..."

  It was game time. My slim thread of control snapped and all hell broke loose. Her body was convulsing beneath me as I lifted her thigh and went to town. I couldn't wait any longer. I went for it, driving into her again and again.

  My legs froze in place as I felt a king sized orgasm start. My balls felt like lava lamps as they rolled over and gave up the goods. It started at the base of my spine and swept upwards, shooting lightning out of my cock.

  "Gahhh!"

  I shouted as my shaft pulsated come inside her. I seemed to have an endless supply of swimmers. My hips jerked out of tempo as I unloaded into her endlessly. She was tugging on me, her pussy milking me for all I was worth.

  I collapsed forward, careful not to crush her. I looked down at her beautiful face, flushed from exertion and kissed her. I turned sideways on the narrow bed and kissed her cheek. I could not seem to keep my hands off her, even for a minute.

  "Jesus, sweetheart. You are amazing."

  She was staring at the ceiling as if in a daze.

  "You alright Princess? Hmmm... fuck, I'd love to do that again but I bet you're sore."

  "I- did you wear a condom?"

  I chucked her under the chin.

  "No sweetheart. You're on the pill though, right?"

  She stared at me, her huge eyes reminding me of a doe's eyes. I loved the deer that we sometimes saw in the yard. Back home, I was the only guy I knew who didn't go hunting.

  It was twisted, hurting something beautiful like that.

  She nodded shyly and pulled my shirt over her. I grinned. She was so cute to be shy after what we'd just done. We'd rutted like the wild animals we were.

  We were going to do a whole hell of a lot of rutting in the coming months.

  Fuck it. Make that years. I could not imagine getting bored of that sexy body in my bed. Not for a long ass time. Maybe never.

  Hell to the no, I was not letting her get away.

  I got up and pulled my pants on to use the bathroom. I was whistling as I walked down the hallway. I was one lucky sonofabitch.

  My first day here and I'd already got mysel
f a girlfriend.

  And what a fine ass girlfriend she was.

  Belinda

  "Oh God. Oh my God."

  I muttered to myself, grabbing for my clothes the instant he was gone. I was an idiot. How could I be so stupid?

  My dad was going to kill me.

  I swallowed and grabbed my stuff, checking to make sure the hallway was clear.

  I winced with the first step. I was soaking wet and sore between my legs. That was from me- my blood and juices and... him.

  I'd just thrown my innocence away and for what? I was sure I was just another notch in his belt. Kyle clearly knew what he was doing. He was good enough at it!

  Way, way too good.

  I'd just been plucked by a master. I realized I'd completely lost my head. I couldn't blame it on a handful of beers either. I wasn't drunk. He'd even asked permission.

  This was a matter of me being naive and him being an expert seducer.

  The worst part was that I'd actually felt like he cared about me when he was on top of me... inside me. I groaned. He'd come inside me! How could I be so dumb?

  Dumb dumb dumb!

  I slipped my shoes on as I hustled down the hallway to the stairway. I looked back over my shoulder. It was all clear.

  Thank God. He hadn't seen me. I could get away without a confrontation.

  He'd said something about going again... I shivered. That would have been horrible. He would have touched me until I was quivering again. Then pushed himself inside me, kissing me while he took everything I had. Sweet, hot, delicious... and just compounding my mistake.

  Yeah. Horrible. Like I said.

  I ran down the stairs and pulled out my phone to check the time. If I caught the bus in the next ten minutes I could be home before Dad. He had his alumni planning dinner tonight, so I could do it.

  Mom would be harder to sneak past, but easier to convince. She was kind and generous, not a hard ass like my dad.

  But neither one of them would be pleased by the smell of beer on my breath. Never mind the fact that I'd definitely forgotten my panties in Kyle's dorm room. I had the sudden, horrible thought that people could tell I was going commando. I felt naked and exposed.