The Stipulation

by Young, M. L.

  “Mm,” he moaned softly, as he looked at it from below.

  I smiled softly, as to not let him see my satisfaction from his reaction. I placed my forearms across my forehead, getting myself ready for whatever sensation was about to come next.

  It was then, just as I put my forearms on my head, that my life was changed. His tongue tickled my clit, making me arch my back and moan softly, but loud enough for him to hear. It was something I had never felt before in my life. He was flicking his tongue all over my throbbing clit, as he would casually enter his middle finger into me. The sudden intrusion of his middle finger caused me to moan out in pleasure, unable to hold myself back from enjoying the tremendous pleasure.

  “Do you like that?” he asked as I felt him smiling at how much I was moaning.

  “Yes,” I faintly answered, unable to bellow out a full and concise answer.

  After I replied, he pushed his index finger in next to his middle finger, stretching me even more as I grasped the sheets, twisting them in pleasure. My back arched even farther as goose bumps formed instantly all over my skin, as if they were some form of body armor. I wanted to scream his beautiful name, but I didn’t, for fear his neighbors would hear and know I was here.

  Roman stood up after a few minutes pleasuring me in the most intense of ways, signaling he wanted to take this further. I stood up in front of him as he pulled the rest of my dress off, which was still sitting below my bra all of this time. He ran his hands down my curves before taking off my bra and revealing my bare breasts for the first time. He ran his hands on them, my nipples hardening with every inch he moved. I could tell he liked them, and that I liked it when he touched them. He was so gentle, not squeezing them like a baseball. He treated them, and me, gently.

  I could tell at this point that he wanted me to go further, getting on my knees and reciprocating the pleasure he had just seconds ago given me. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I got down on my knees and looked up at him as I unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He was wearing boxer briefs, gray ones, and his erection was bulging through them as if it couldn’t handle being trapped any longer. I leaned in, my stomach flipping and flopping all around, and kissing it through his briefs as his fingers ran through my blond hair.

  I looped the hem of his briefs and pulled them down, his confined erection flying out as if it was happy to feel the warm air beat against it. It was huge. It must’ve been at least seven and half inches, the thickness looked too big for me to even handle. I grasped it as it dwarfed my hand, making me look as though I were grasping the base of a tree. He sighed as my hands touched him, obviously in enjoyment of what I was doing thus far. It was time to go further than I ever had before, and I must say, I was excited.

  I slowly put his throbbing erection into my mouth and started to suck on it, unable to tell if I was even doing a good job. This was the first blowjob I had ever given, and aside from one accidental viewing of a bad porn video online, I had never gotten any instruction on what to do. Not only that, but his piece was huge—almost too big to fit into my mouth. He put his hands on my head and guided it in and out of my mouth, as if doing so to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of every stroke of my tongue.

  “Get up, I can’t take it anymore,” he said as he grabbed my hands and brought me up to him.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I asked worriedly, unsure if I had hurt him by mistake.

  “No, you’ve done everything so right. I want you, Natalie—more than you know,” he said as he kissed me passionately.

  He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed, giving me the primal passion I had so desperately wanted. He got on top of me, sliding my black lace panties off my body and throwing them on the ground as if to signal he was about to take my virginity.

  I breathed heavily, unsure of how this was going to feel. I wanted both him and it so badly, but his piece barely fit into my mouth, let alone inside of me. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I wasn’t about to back out now. I had waited so long for this moment that I wasn’t about to allow some butterflies in my stomach prevent me from this night of pure ecstasy.

  He slid a condom on his hard erection and rolled it down to the base, somehow surprising me that it even fit all the way onto him. As I lay on my back, he was on his knees, propping himself up, using his muscular and tanned thighs to push back my feminine thighs. His piece rested atop my kitty, tickling it and taunting me as if he wanted me to guess when it was going to go in.

  I looked up at him as he put his hands on my thighs and pushed them back farther, as if to give him more room to fit the entire thing into me.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, as if me lying there naked with my legs spread open wasn’t enough of an invitation for him to make love to me.

  I nodded, giving him permission to go inside of me and take my virginity.

  He grabbed his rock hard piece in his right hand and looked down before slowly sliding it in, as to not hurt me and let me feel every inch as it went in.

  As he entered me, a sensation overwhelmed my body which I had never felt before in my twenty years on this earth, I arched my back, lifting myself up as a loud and powerful moan spilled from my mouth, giving him every indication I loved the sensation I was feeling. I grabbed his sheets in my hands, twisting them tightly as my hands turned red from pressure. He barely put any of it in, instead giving me time to acclimate to its sheer size. Being our first time together, and knowing his sheer size, he knew he couldn’t just shove the entire thing in.

  As the minutes went on, he started to go deeper and faster before finally lowering his body so I could grab him and kiss him. He was on top of me, and I would have to turn my head away as he kissed me just so I could scream in pleasure. I ran my fingers through his brown hair, grabbing it and pulling it back as he smiled, as if happy with what was happening between us.

  “You make me so horny,” he whispered into my ear as he pushed his entire pulsating erection inside of me.

  “Just screw me harder.” I left my normally polite behavior behind, only wanting more.

  Roman started to breathe heavier as the minutes went by, indicating to me he was close to finishing. I loved the thought of me making him so turned on he’d finish, but deep down, I didn’t want him to finish. Both this night and experience was so amazing and unknown that I wanted more. All I wanted was for him to stay inside me, but I knew he couldn’t.

  Forty seconds later, he began to breath even heavier as my hands ran down his sweating back.

  “I’m going to finish,” he said with a heavy breath as he began to moan.

  He moaned before I could feel it inside of me. He stopped as his nectar came out of his piece, filling the condom inside, his piece almost throbbing with each thrust he made. It was over, and we were finished. My amazing night and my virginity were gone and over, and now I felt like a true woman.

  He pulled out and lay next to me, pulling me in close to his sweaty and beating body, holding me close to him before our night ended.

  “That was amazing,” I said.

  “It’s just the beginning,” he replied with a small smirk.

  I looked back at him, my hair messy as random strands stuck to my sweat-stained forehead, and smiled, as if he was giving me reassurance that he would be back inside me soon. I didn’t know if he meant now or in the future, but I knew I was happy that this was only just the beginning.

  Chapter Seven

  Roman said he had to catch a flight to New York City in the morning, for some business, and offered to take me home. He seemed apologetic, as if he truly wanted to spend the night with me, but he would have to leave so early that it just wouldn’t make much sense, considering he was my ride. I agreed, and we both got dressed before he took me back to the dorm.

  The car ride wasn’t nearly as awkward as when he picked me up, likely because we had just engaged in the most passionate session of sex either of us will likely ever have—well, it was for me anyway
. I wasn’t sure if I should talk about it, hold his hand, or do anything in between. The drive back to the dorm went even faster than usual, as going back to where you came from was always quicker than leaving.

  He pulled up in front of the dorm, the clock saying ten thirty, and put it into park as he looked over at me. There were a slew of students outside, both coming and going for the night, as in their minds, the night was still very young. I didn’t know how all of them could go out this late, especially considering the weather was bitterly cold, but all I cared about this time was Roman.

  “I had a great time,” he said with a smile as he held my hand.

  “I did too. When will I see you again?” I asked, not sure if I was pushing my boundaries considering I still wasn’t positive if I were his sugar baby yet or if he planned to choose another girl.

  “I’ll call you when I get back from New York,” he said politely, giving me an indication that he did want to see me again.

  I wasn’t sure if he wanted to see me again because he liked me or because of the sex, but I knew that time in his bed must’ve at least paid for half of my semester’s tuition. I felt a little bad even thinking about him paying it down, for I had an amazing time and was starting to like him, but that was our agreement in the first place. I also didn’t want to just think about the tuition because it made me feel a little dirty. Sure, he took my virginity and my innocence not too long ago, but I didn’t do it for the bills being paid off. When I was lying there, him towering over me with that look of lust and passion in his eyes, I wanted to be there; I wanted to be with him.

  “Well, I hope your trip is good. I look forward to seeing you again,” I said shyly.

  “It’ll come sooner than you think.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss me good night.

  His lips pressed against mine once more, this time losing the sexual passion and instead trading it for a sense of sweetness as if he wanted to be gentle with me. He was showing me a side that I wanted so badly to see; a romantic side that was just to be cute and not beastly sexual.

  “Good night,” I replied with a smile as I grabbed my purse and opened the car door.

  He didn’t reply, instead smiling and watching me as I got out of the car and closed the door. I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the huge doors to my building, making sure I got in safe and sound, before driving off, the roar of the powerful engine fading away with each foot traveled.

  I wondered as I walked over to my wing’s elevators if anybody knew what I had just done. All of the students, all dressed slutty for their night of frat parties, walked by me laughing and joking with each other as if I were just another face in the crowd and not some girl who had just lost the one thing so sacred to her. I now had more in common with all of these girls than I ever had before, and I wanted to tell them, but the fear of looking like both a freak and a slut stopped me.

  Instead I got into the elevator as three girls walked off, put my key into the slot, and traveled to my floor to get ready for bed; hoping Jillian was there to hear all about my little rendezvous.

  ***

  “You’re back! Tell me all about it right now!” Jillian exclaimed as I walked in the door.

  I slid my heels off, smiling just slightly, as I made her wait in agony before I told her anything. She was surprisingly happy, which took me by surprise considering she was apprehensive that I could even pull this off. I was too innocent in her mind, but if she would’ve seen me tonight, she could’ve seen just how naughty and wild I could be.

  “Natalie!” she exclaimed as I set down my purse.

  “Well, he took me to some French restaurant which was very nice. They had these little water glasses and these nice red flowers,” I said, leading her away from the subject she wanted to hear about.

  “Okay, French restaurant, flowers, nice. What else?” she asked as she clutched her pillow against her chest with a smile on her face.

  “Well, afterward we went back to his house in this gated community. It was huge and had all of this expensive art and tiling. We had a good time,” I said as I took out my earrings and set them in my small wooden jewelry box.

  “Did you have sex?” she asked, waiting nervously in anticipation.

  “Sex?” I asked, as if I had never heard of such a thing.

  “Natalie!” she yelled, wanting to hear either a yes or no from my mouth.

  I nodded, confirming that we did indeed have sex. Her mouth dropped in shock; she jumped up, and ran over to hug me as if I had just won the Pulitzer.

  “I’m so happy for you, Natty! How was it?” she asked.

  “It was, in a word, great,” I replied with a smile.

  “Well what did he do? Did he just quickly get off and then bring you back or what?” she asked, wanting to know every single little detail.

  “No, it lasted probably close to an hour. He made me feel like a princess, and did everything in his power to pleasure me before he got any pleasure,” I said, referring to the way he ate me out before having me go down on him.

  “Steve’s never done that,” she said, turning her head, as if she was now pissed at him.

  I changed into my pajamas, getting myself ready for bed and my eight in the morning psychology class.

  “So when are you seeing him again?” she asked.

  “I’m not sure. He’s going on business soon so he didn’t give me a good answer as to when,” I replied, likely not giving her the answer she wanted.

  “Well did it seem like that was just an excuse or something?” she asked, insinuating he might not want to see me again.

  “It was real, I could tell it definitely was. He’s just a busy guy, but promised me he would see me as soon as he got back,” I replied as I climbed into bed.

  Jillian climbed into her bed as well, as the excitement had worn off and we were now back to our usual reality.

  “Well, I’m happy for you,” she said and turned off her lamp.

  “Thank you, Jill” I smiled before I turned off my small lamp.

  As the moonlight filled our room, the high of having sex and losing my virginity went away, leaving me with the realization my innocence was now gone forever. I knew my parents would have heart palpitations if they ever found out about Roman—and me being a sugar baby—so I vowed to myself that I would be careful and never slip up. I was going to quit my job tomorrow, but when I got to talk to them both I would still be working and slaving away like usual. If anyone asked, I’m a good girl who is doing all of the work I’m supposed to be doing with no fooling around of any kind.

  Jillian fell asleep, and I closed my eyes to visions of Roman. He haunted my thoughts, but not in a bad way…not in the slightest. I imagined his chiseled abs, his rock hard erection in front of me, and the way he handled me gently like a delicate flower yet rough like a sexy little plaything. He was the best of both worlds as far as I was concerned, and thoughts of seeing him again filled my mind.

  I might’ve just lost my virginity, but I craved sex like an addict; unable to break my mind free from the mind blowing orgasms I had just hours earlier. I could easily go out to a party right now and get any guy there to screw me, but I didn’t want them, I wanted Roman. I wanted his primal and sweaty body on top of me, pressing against me like we’re stranded in the Alps and need to conserve heat. I wanted to feel him yet again thrusting into me like our lives depended on it. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, and mine against his; both sets of them that is.

  I kept my eyes closed as the thoughts of Roman and our night together drifted off with each minute that passed by. My mind started to clear and relax as my body began to shut down, only to repair itself while I slept for a new day. The cold wind blew outside my window, rattling it slightly, as I faintly heard the yells of the blisteringly drunk students now coming back from their night of partying and living it up like any true college kid.

  Even though my conscious thoughts of Roman faded, he ran into my dreams and danced about with me the way we were soon going to when
we met again. Even though I was asleep, my body was still feeling every inch of him and every firm yet gentle touch he gave me. Roman was my drug, and I wanted more.

  Volume Two Excerpt Below!

  Chapter One

  A week had passed and I still hadn’t heard from Roman. Jerome had let us exchange contact info since we were now “official,” but I didn’t take it as a free pass to bug him whenever I was lonely. I knew he was leaving to go on business, whatever that meant, but I was hoping for at least some glimmer of hope in the form of a text or phone call. I resisted sending him anything for fear I would come across as needy. I had no clue if he was even back in town, and if he was, if he wanted anything to do with me. I was positive he did, but there was still that nagging voice in the back of my head that made me question everything. If I just had some kind of contact with him, I would know for sure.

  I got out of bed and went on with my life and classes as usual. Winter break wasn’t that far away, with this being finals week. In my past semesters, I would sometimes get lucky and would be done on Wednesday, but not this semester. I had finals right up until Friday, and I wasn’t looking forward to this week dragging on slowly as each day got me an inch closer to freedom. I was actually hoping that winter break would help with Roman, just because I would have the time to go out and stay with him. I would be able to stay over, if he wanted me to, and maybe we would even be able do something together. My parents were going to be in Ethiopia for Christmas, so even if I wanted to be with them, I couldn’t. My Christmas was going to be filled with sitting in my dorm, alone, since everybody would be home visiting their families. My school left the dorms open for the people who stayed, which was about two percent of all the students who lived in the dorms. I guess they really couldn’t kick us out, considering we paid a hefty fee just to stay in here.

  I had woken late today, just making it to my first final on time. I only had one today, with all of the rest scattered throughout the week. As I walked into History 205 with Professor Stratton, he gave me a glare of disappointment as if I had just committed some bizarre and petty crime. The class hadn’t even technically started yet, with thirty seconds still left on the ever-ticking clock that hung above his desk. I gave a courteous yet awkward smile and went to my usual desk, which was in the middle of the three hundred-person lecture hall. I had to shimmy past a few people, all of them sighing in frustration as they pulled in their backpacks and feet for me to fit by. I tried to hurry, saying sorry and apologizing before I finally got to my seat. My desk was beat up, like most of the others, with old pieces of gum stuck to the bottom and carvings of male private parts and initials on the top. This lecture hall was the most ghetto, in my mind, of all at the school, but luckily I was done with it as soon as I took the final test of this godforsaken class.