A mermaid and a phoenix—why not?
I tossed out the cheesiest pick-up like I could come up with, but she took my hand let me lead her out to the dance floor. We arrived right as the music slowed down and I wrapped my arm around her waist. She wasn’t a great dancer, but she let me take the lead. I pulled her through the beats of the song and felt captivated by her deep blue eyes. My hands drifted down to her hips and even though I didn’t want to look away from her eyes, I couldn’t help but admire her beautiful body as I pulled her close to me. She was simply enchanting and as we danced, I completely forgot why I was there. I just wanted to be in that moment—with her.
“You’re beautiful.” I squeezed her hips and moved my hands around to the curve of her ass.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” She pulled my hands back up to her hips. “Even if you are hot.”
“I’m hot, am I?” I grinned and spun her for a second, letting her extend to the length of my arm before I pulled her back.
“You’re a phoenix—of course you’re hot.” She smiled and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Oh, that’s cute.” I chuckled and nodded. “I’m Maximo, by the way.”
“I’m a mermaid. Nobody gave me a name.” The beat of the song caused us to spin.
“Come on, tell me your name.” I laughed and pulled her close again. “Otherwise I’m going to kiss you.”
“Tell you my name or get kissed.” She wrinkled her nose and smiled.
I took her hesitation as an invitation. The music died down and as the lights started to get brighter, I crushed her lips beneath mine. Her luscious, soft lips felt like they were made to be kissed. I pushed my tongue onto her mouth and she slapped my shoulder a couple of times, but then she melted into my arms. My whole body raged with desire. The masquerade had barely started and I was already enamored by a delicious mermaid that seemed to draw me in like a siren. The music started again and I pulled away, staring into her eyes, which reflected the same sense of confusion that was etched on my face.
“Wow...” She swallowed and exhaled with a gasp. “I probably shouldn’t admit how much I liked that.”
“Are you going to tell me your name now, or should I kiss something else?” I leaned in and let my lips hover above her neck. “You’ve got a lot of things I’d love to kiss.”
“You’re not doing a good job of convincing me I should tell you my name.” She let out another gasp and sucked in so much oxygen her chest heaved.
I moved my lips against her neck and her ear as we danced to the next song. It was a little faster and she definitely wasn’t used to the pace, but I kept her spinning back into my lips every chance I got. My hands moved down her hips and squeezed her ass, which she didn’t fight at all the second time around. I kissed my way down to her shoulder and along the neckline of her dress. I let my tongue graze the center of her cleavage for a second before kissing the other side of her neck. I could feel her getting warm and each time I kissed her, there was a gasp followed by heavy breathing.
“I didn’t come here to hook up with random guys.” She wrapped her arms around my back and kept me from moving my lips back down towards her breasts.
“I’m not looking for anything random either.” I leaned against her ear. “Tell me your name.”
“Lyric.” She exhaled and let her lips linger against my ear for a quick kiss. “My name is Lyric.”
“Is it too soon for me to give you my pin?” I squeezed her ass again. “Cause it’s yours if you want it.”
“That means we have to leave together...” I felt hesitation in her words.
“Yes, and that’s exactly what I want.” I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “But if I leave with you, I might not come back.”
“I don’t know...” She sighed and looked down at the dance floor. “You’ve swept me off my feet and my knees are wobbling, but I didn’t expect something like this so soon.”
“Fine.” I smiled and let my arms slide down her hips before I broke contact at the end of the song. “Go dance with someone else and when you’re ready, I’ll be at the bar.”
I walked through the crowd and left her standing on the dance floor. If it was meant to happen, it would. I really liked her and she was unbelievably gorgeous, but I wasn’t going to force it. There was a time when my possessive nature would have just thrown her over my shoulder and not taken no for an answer, but I was after something a little more permanent than a one night stand. I drank whiskey and watched as someone else walked up to take her hand. He was dressed like a sailor, with a mask that created an eye patch. He wasn’t very attractive, but he seemed to be persistent. She looked over at me for a moment before the music started again and they started dancing.
Chapter 3: Lyric
I always dreamed of meeting the perfect man who would become my husband at the World Ball, but I wasn’t sure destiny moved that quick. Maximo had been a great dancer and he carried me through some of the more complex steps. His kiss lit my world on fire. Underneath his phoenix cloak was a pressed suit that covered what appeared to be a very muscular body. I had never danced with a man like him, much less had one show that kind of interest in me. When I took my next partner’s hand, all I could think about was the first man I danced with. My feet carried me through a routine with a pirate, what appeared to be a lizard, a man dressed in all gray, and then my feet were sore. I walked over to the bar and took a seat, sliding off my shoes for a moment of comfort.
“Did you come to see me or do you just need a drink?” I heard Maximo’s voice and when I turned towards it, I saw that he had removed his mask.
“A drink—for now.” I smiled and took a glass of Champagne.
I could tell Maximo was attractive, even with the feathered mask covering half of his face. Without it, he looked like he was chiseled from a fantasy. He had loosened his tie, and beneath the edge of his collar, I could see a tattoo that ran along his chest and the lower part of his neck. His eyes were almost piercing without the mask to draw my attention away from them. I surveyed the dance floor as I took a drink of my Champagne. It looked very similar to what my parents described, with people dancing on top of each other in a way that someone of their generation would have found offensive. It wasn’t an unusual style of dance for me and I knew it was pretty common, although the girl that was completely twerking her ass against a guy’s crotch on the edge of the dance floor was taking a bit further than she should have.
“Can I have another dance when you catch your second wind?” Maximo moved closer to me.
“Maybe.” I nodded and smiled.
I was wrestling with something I had never felt before. I couldn’t get his lips out of my head. It was the first time I had felt real desire. I had certainly fantasized about a man like him wanting more than just a kiss, but that was just my imagination. The man next to me with his piercing eyes and oh-so-sexy lips was no fantasy. He was real. He had already offered me his pin and that meant he wanted to do more than kiss me. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really interested in me or if I was a conquest. If I gave in to the desires I was feeling, it meant I was losing my virginity to a man I had just met. My body was telling me to do just that, even if it wasn’t rational. My parents had a love story for the ages and it started in the same place I was standing—or at least somewhere in the vicinity.
“So, another dance?” He extended his hand when my glass of Champagne was empty.
“Sure, why not.” I put down my glass and took his hand.
Maybe it was the Champagne lifting my inhibitions or maybe it was just the repressed sexuality of a sheltered girl coming to life, but when the dance was done, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Maximo. I wanted those big, powerful arms wrapped around me. I wanted to feel his lips against my skin in places that my dress was covering. I knew I was leaving with him even before he kissed me after our second trip to the dance floor, but it still didn’t stop the fireworks from going off in my head. I knew I had to tell him the truth about my inexperi
ence and my innocence before I took his pin.
“My pin?” He removed his from his lapel and offered it to me.
“There’s something you should know.” I leaned close to his ear. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Yes, you’re not the best dancer, but that’s okay.” He nodded and chuckled.
“No, I mean—I’ve never been with a man before.” I felt him tense up and when I leaned back I saw concern on his face.
“Are you telling me that because you don’t want to take my pin?” He tilted his head.
“I’m telling you because I do want to take your pin, but I’m a little scared.” My body tensed up, matching the rigidness that had swept over him.
“If you take my pin, I promise that’ll I’ll make tonight special.” He relaxed a little and leaned near my ear. “I’ll make you cum harder than you ever thought was possible.”
“My bar is pretty low...” I bit down on my lip and sighed.
“I’ll set it higher than you ever imagined.” He let his lips graze my ear. “I’ll treat your beautiful body like the prize it is.”
I took his pin and let him lead me towards the exit. The main hotel that the guests were staying in connected to the Grand Ballroom courtesy of a covered walkway. A discounted room came with the ticket and although it wasn’t free, it was much cheaper than anything else nearby. Maximo led me to the elevators and kissed me as we waited for it to arrive. We weren’t the only ones that were leaving before the music was done. The lobby was filled with people kissing, some doing a little more than that, and some that were just talking. The elevator arrived and when we got inside, Maximo pushed a card into the slot that allowed access to one of the suites.
“Wow, how did you get a suite? My only option was a tiny room.” I tilted my head inquisitively.
“The people that throw the World Ball give room choices based on your donation.” He chuckled and smiled.
“I wasn’t asked for a donation.” I blinked a couple of times in surprise. “Not that I could have afforded it.”
“Yeah, they do background checks. If you can afford it, they ask for a donation. If not, they just let you in. They want everyone to have a fair shot and contribute their fair share.” He put his arms around me as we got to his floor.
Great, now he knows I’m poor.
He kissed me before we stepped off the elevator and as we walked towards his suite, we stopped a couple of times to kiss again. By the time we made it to his suite, the straps on my dress were pushed off my shoulders and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. I was actually going to do it—I was going to lose my virginity to a guy I just met. The strangest part was that even as his lips traced my neck and he started to unzip my dress, I didn’t feel like I was making a lifelong commitment with him. I always expected my first time to be with someone I was going to be with forever, but after tasting the fire of what I could only describe as lust, I felt something else stirring inside me. I wanted him in that moment, but I wasn’t ready to start naming our kids quite yet. I just wanted to experience what I had never experienced before and he seemed like a man that would make it as special as a one night stand really could be.
“How in the world is this shell bra thing connected?” His hands fumbled with the back of it.
“It doesn’t have a clasp.” I smiled and lifted my arms so he could pull it off me.
“That’s confusing.” He dropped it on the couch and then started working on my dress.
We moved towards the bedroom as our clothes came off. We left a trail, with the final two pieces being my panties and his boxer shorts. We were naked when our bodies crashed into the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his body or stop my hands from exploring the mountain of tattooed muscles pressed against me. My body was completely engulfed in his embrace, reacting to every movement of his hand, and succumbing to his passionate lips. He kissed my neck, worked his way down to my breasts, and started licking my nipples. My back arched and I felt my desire get even hotter. He started working his way lower—down to my belly button—and then lower. His lips explored areas that had only been touched by my hands and I felt the heat of his breath against my labia.
“I’m going to devour this.” His tongue moved against the perimeter of my labia. “I can’t want to watch your beautiful body dance against my tongue.”
“What are you waiting for?” I exhaled sharply and lifted my hips slightly.
I couldn’t believe those words had come out of my mouth. My sexuality truly was blooming. His tongue pressed against my labia, parted it, and then I felt his breath against my wetness. He pushed his tongue inside me and licked my virgin pussy for the first time. He was gentle, especially when his tongue grazed my hymen. He slowly withdrew his tongue and started kissing the sensitive skin around my pussy until he got to the top. His fingers pushed away the hood covering my clitoris and then I felt his tongue start moving around it in a circle. Every muscle in my body tightened and I let out a loud, audible gasp. It felt unbelievable, my divinity and pleasure mixing into a feeling that swept through me me. It was almost like a match being lit in my soul while electric currents teased my skin.
“Oh god, that feels so good!” I gasped again, even louder than the first time.
He kept his tongue moving in a circle and I started to squirm on the bed. I had never felt anything as amazing as his tongue on my clitoris. I fantasized about a tongue when I was alone a few times, but my finger was a poor substitute for the reality. I squirmed so much that I started to pull away from him. He wrapped a hand around the top part of both of my thighs and quickly pulled me back underneath his tongue. He started to move faster and that only made me squirm more, but he held me tightly in place on the bed. I felt my body getting more excited as I struggled. The pleasure was so intense that I wanted to slow him down, but I was trapped in his strong embrace. My hands ran through his hair as my breathing got heavier.
“I’m gonna cum!” I squealed and my back arched as my shoulders flung back against the mattress.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. A pressure built up inside me that consumed everything I thought I knew about pleasure. It was like a balloon attached to my soul. The pressure built until everything inside me felt like it ruptured into bliss. My toes curled and my muscles tightened. I felt like all of the muscles in my abdomen were spasming at the same time, but they didn’t hurt, they just quivered. Even my pussy started to clench and spasm, which was a completely new feeling. It had never done that when I pleasured myself. It seemed to heighten the experience even more. When the pleasure finally faded to numbness, he pulled his lips away from my clitoris and lightly kissed my inner thighs.
“That was incredible.” I let out a long sigh.
“Feeling you erupt was the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had.” He lifted up and I saw his cock engorged with his desires. “Look what you did to me.”
Chapter 4: Lyric
I had never really thought much about a man’s penis. I knew the shape, the outline, and I had seen a hard one in pictures that I discovered on my sister’s laptop when I was younger. His was thick and tight, swollen with veins along the sides. The glans was almost like a mushroom, sitting on top of the shaft. Knowing that he intended to put it inside my tight, virgin pussy was both exciting and frightening. I struggled with even the slimmest tampon to the point I gave up when I was a teenager. I couldn’t imagine something as large as his cock penetrating me. It wasn’t something that I thought about when I realized I was going to lose my virginity, but staring down his cock with the knowledge of what was about to happen made my heart race in my chest.
“Just relax.” He lifted my legs and rubbed the entrance of my pussy with his finger.
“I’m trying...” I let out a gasp and felt my muscles tense up.
He moved his finger along my outside of my labia, spreading my wetness, which mixed with his saliva. He tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth and started to unroll it on his shaft. I hadn’t even thought about protecti
on. I was so caught up in the moment that it was the last thing on my mind, despite all of the sex education classes I had in high school. He pressed the glans to my wetness and started to slowly push himself inside me. My body got even tenser and I could feel my muscles shaking as I trembled. I did my best to relax, forcing myself to ignore the pain that came from being stretched so he could enter me. It took several minutes for me to calm down and finally let him slide the glans inside.
“I’m sorry that I’m struggling with this so much.” I exhaled sharply. “I know it isn’t very romantic.”
“It’s perfect.” He smiled and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb that sent a surge of pleasure through me. “I know it will be worth the wait.”
How did I get this lucky? He could have left the dance with anyone—and probably had more fun with someone who knew what the hell they were doing.
I kept my hands behind my knees and held my legs while he grasped his cock in one hand and rested the other on my pelvis. I felt my pussy stretching as a little more of his cock disappeared inside me, but his thumb on my clitoris kept enough pleasure channeling through my body that the pain wasn’t that bad. I finally felt pressure on my hymen. He held his cock against it for a couple of seconds and then started to push. The pain magnified, even with the extra stimulation his finger was providing. It built up until I felt my hymen tear and his dick pushed past it. The barrier of my innocence was gone and it left a sting behind. There was a certain glory in the sting, knowing what it represented, but his cock started to go deeper and I quivered from the overwhelming feeling of being penetrated for the first time.
“It will get better, I promise.” He smiled and started pulling his cock back to the entrance of my pussy again.
“I believe you.” I nodded and gasped. “You’re taking really good care of me.”
“Normally I wouldn’t be this gentle, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He started slowly pushing himself inside again. “But trust me, this feels so amazing that I don’t mind going a little slower.”
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