Teach Before You Fuck (Before You Fuck Series Book 1)

by Margretta Milano

  Teach Before You Fuck

  by Margretta Milano

  Dedicated to my husband and my sons,

  …but mostly to women everywhere who deserve love and respect…

  Besos, Margretta

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  Chapter One

  Walking up to the podium, I knew what I was going to say. The ride through high school was easy in so many ways. I was academically prepared so that was not the tough part. The hardest part was that I didn’t have my dad around. Even though I was number one in my high school class, I subconsciously started looking for a man to replace my dad. Unfortunately, high school was populated mostly by boys unprepared to tackle the baggage of a fatherless daughter.

  Until I was 16, my dad was my champion and pushed me to be my best. He was a chef at the best hotel in town. It was no Ritz Carlton, but it was a place that we were proud of. My mom was a receptionist at a local insurance company. He taught me amazing kitchen skills; while my mom was the one who made sure that I did all my homework, book reports, and assignments. My mom was clear: “A woman always needs to have a vocation. If I wasn’t able to type, I would have never been able to get my job. I know being a secretary doesn’t seem like much, but with dad’s unpredictable earnings as a chef, this job gave us the consistent paycheck that helped us make it through the lean times.”

  But we didn’t know how much worse it was going to get. The phone rang a few weeks after my sweet sixteen surprise birthday party. My dad had fallen at work and he was getting transported by ambulance to the hospital. I told my mom and we drove as fast as we could. When we got there we found out it was more than a fall: he’d had a massive heart attack and he was dead-on-arrival.

  My parents weren’t great planners and they had never purchased life insurance for him. During my sophomore year my mother was forced to sell our house, the only home I had ever known, and rent an apartment in town, right by her workplace.

  I had always been an academic all-star, but after my dad’s death, I took it up a notch. I needed to be able to qualify for financial aid and, hopefully, scholarships. While I had been considering a high-powered career in investment banking on Wall Street, I realized that I needed something stable that was also near my mother – I was her only child and with my dad gone, it was lonely for her. Teaching seemed like a logical profession.

  Being 5’ 2” I never felt comfortable playing sports, but during my senior year somehow I landed a jock as a boyfriend, if you could call him that. Jonathan played on the tennis team and had beautiful long brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was so cute when he tossed his hair to the side whenever he made a comment about something. The teenage girls at my high school loved that, and so did I. Jonathan drove a BMW that his parents bought him. They lived on the outskirts of town in a large home situated on horse farm with a private pond.

  It soon became apparent that we had very little in common. I can’t even remember what we talked about. Ours was a purely physical relationship.

  Chapter Two

  Someone who focused on academics would not have time to have mess around with a significant other, right? Nope, I soon lost the stereotype of a valedictorian being a dork. I was the kind of girl who worked hard and played harder, at least during my senior year after Jonathan and I met.

  On our first date Jonathan and I went to the movies. Afterwards, when he pulled into the parking lot of my mom’s apartment, we made out for about five seconds before he started feeling my breasts and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. “Your breasts are huge.” I’d always hated how heavy and disproportionate my breasts were on my petite frame, but Jonathan was the first person to appreciate them. Before I knew it, his hand was down my pants and he was feeling around. Bam, his finger was inside me and I exploded with new sensations. I pushed his body away because I was not ready for that. “Sorry, Laura, I got a little carried away.” I didn’t know what to say. The feeling was new to me, but immediately I craved it again as I stepped out of the car.

  We were a couple at school, walking through the hallways holding hands. When he would walk with me to my Chemistry class, I would get on my tippy toes while he leaned down so he could give me a kiss.

  One night we were talking on the phone. “Laura, my parents are going to be out of town this coming weekend and I’m wondering if you want to spend the night,”

  When he told me that, I was in my cotton jammies in bed. I felt a burst of electricity radiate through my body. I was terrified of losing my virginity, but I really wanted to know what sex was. Not having my father around made me crave a man. I was Jonathan’s second girlfriend so I knew he was more experienced than me. I had really never seen him naked. I hadn’t even given him a blowjob yet because I didn’t know how to do it.

  We both had raging hormones – we were teenagers. I had a desperate need for male attention. I was only able to hold out for another few weeks before I decided to lose my virginity.

  “I’ll tell my mom that I’m staying at Jenny’s. Get some condoms,” I told him.

  Friday night came quickly and before I knew it we pulled up to his parents’ place. He unlocked the door, shut it behind us. Instantly we attacked each other, fiercely kissing and pushing our bodies together. He walked me up the stairs into a windowed room looking over their private lake in the deep pitch black night. On the wooden porch there was a hot tub. To the right, there was a mahogany four-post bed with immaculate white eyelet comforter was there overlooking the water. Every girl wanted to lose her virginity in a perfect room like this.

  I slipped out of my jean cutoffs and tank top. All I was wearing a red lace bra with a matching thong. Jonathan looked at me with hungry eyes and pushed me down on the floor. His body was between my legs and he started grinding deeply against me. My body temperature rose and instinctively my back arched. He grabbed my breasts gruffly and leaned down to lick and bite on my nipples. He was like an animal, but it felt amazing. I loved responding to his touch with my body. I could feel my pussy getting wet ready for him.

  He took off his shirt and pants and I saw his chiseled chest. Yep, he worked out in the high school gym and it showed. I looked down and saw his enormous hard-on. He took off his boxers and there he was. His body was perfect and his dick was fully erect and hard. My eyes widened and he said, “Do you want to get in the hot tub?”

  Chapter Three

  I agreed and he ripped off my red lace thong and pulled me out of my bra. He opened the porch door and we ran outside. It was my first time being naked outside. The night was clear and crisp. He turned on the switch of the hot tub and led me into it. Jonathan started kissing my face and then he moved down to my breasts, which were above the water level. “Your body is perfection.”

  “You don’t look too shabby yourself,” I responded, shivering from excitement and fear.

  One hand remained on a breast and the other hand went down and two fingers entered me. I couldn’t believe how quickly he navigated my body. He was more aggressive than before, but I had never been this turned on in my life. His fingers went deeper into me and I arched my back from pleasure, but also in an attempt to get away from the overwhelming, new feeling. My insides were pulsing with desire and I was exploding from the feeling of his fingers stroking inside me. My senses were coming alive, but it was almost too much for me.

  Jonathan lifted me up and out of the water, carrying me in his arms back into the bedroom to the bed. He pulled back the sheets and lay me softly down.
He opened my legs and pushed his body between them and, looking down, I saw that his dick was hard.

  “Your cock is…” but I wasn’t able to finish as I felt him attempt to enter me. I was wet and ready, but my muscles were tensing. I was nervous and the size of his dick kind of scared me.

  “Relax Laura,” he said as he started to massage my clit with one hand while taking his dick in the other hand and pushing himself inside of me. My eyes bulged out at the sensation that traveled in waves through my body as his dick entered and instinctively I arched away from it. “Oh,” I moaned, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back down, and pressed his body on top of me and I gritted my teeth as his cock pushed deep inside me.

  For a moment I realized that we forgot protection, but then my brain was overwhelmed with the feeling of his large cock inside of me. The pain was indescribable as he started to thrust back and forth, in and out of my body. But mixed in was a feeling of extreme pleasure his hand pushed back and forth on my clit.

  “Oh, oh,” I moaned as my hips moved back and forth on the slippery silk sheets. I tried to move away from the intensity, but his body was heavy on mine.

  “No, Jonathan…” but then his dick found my g-spot inside of me and I moaned loudly over and over in rhythm with his body’s movements.

  “Fuck, you are amazing Laura,” Jonathan whispered in my ear.

  The sweat between us made us slippery as I grabbed his back and his tight ass. I realized that I loved moving my hands up and down his body.

  I felt close to a climax. The sensations inside of me were more than I could bear and I started moaning again as a felt a tension inside of me, followed by a slow series of squeezes as my body constricted rhythmically around him.

  “Oh Laura,” he said and he thrusted hard, deep inside, which caused me to let out a little scream as he came inside of me. His cock was so deep inside of me; I didn’t even think that was possible.

  I lay there weak and still damp from the water. Jonathan lay down beside me, sweaty and exhausted and cuddled up to me. I enjoyed his embrace, but the endorphins were wearing off and I was feeling a little soreness. I quickly jumped up and went to the bathroom and found blood on my panties. Yep, as if I needed proof that I was no longer a virgin.

  Chapter Four

  Looking back, I can honestly say my relationship with Jonathan was just about the sex and being close to a man. My dad was gone and I didn’t have a male figure around to love me and protect me. At the time though, I considered us to be soul mates. It should have been obvious to me that getting physical was the basis of the relationship because we were having sex any time we could. We were like little bunnies who couldn’t stop humping, but who could blame us? We were 18. I was incredibly lucky I didn’t get pregnant after my first time and after that we both got the hang of birth control so we were okay.

  Jonathan figured out how to sneak me into his house through a basement door and straight into the basement bedroom they had off in the far back of their plush, but dark lower level.

  It was like we were trying out every posture from the Kama Sutra. I’ll never forget the first time he took me from behind. He had taken me out to a movie and when we came home, his parents were already asleep. We quietly creeped down to the back bedroom, knowing that we didn’t have a lot of time: I had a curfew and after we fucked, he would have to take me home.

  I had learned that he liked to be rough during sex. I really felt like his cock was just a bit too large for my small frame, but I couldn’t get enough of it. But his size and the fact he liked really screwing me meant that I was sore a lot.

  In the dark we fumbled with clothes, but only got off our bottoms. I still had my purple pushup bra on when we fell onto the bed. We hastily pulled down the sheets and he immediately attacked my body with his hands, feeling my breasts and grabbing my crotch.

  “Ouch, Jonathan,” I said.

  “I’m going to turn you over and you are going to have trouble walking after this,” he said and he promptly flipped me stomach down on the sheets. I wanted him inside me, but I’d never had sex doggy style.

  He lifted my hips and started trying to enter me. I wasn’t ready for him yet, but I winced as he forced himself inside me. My body flinched, but the sensation was entirely new, pleasure exploded through my body and I sighed.

  After he got going, my body started to respond and we both noticed that my pussy was getting wet.

  “Oh you like that,” Jonathan said to me. He pushed my head down and my head hit the headboard with every thrust. He grabbed my ass, pushing to separate my cheeks. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I didn’t say anything because there was a part of me that felt like I deserved feeling dirty and used.

  While my mind may have felt bad, my body felt incredible. The deeper he got, the closer I got to orgasm. The tension was building and he pushed so hard my body started to crumple as I went into waves of overwhelming pleasure, my head hitting the headboard in a hard rhythm.

  “Fuck,” Jonathan screamed as he came and we collapsed in a heap next to each other. But we couldn’t hang out for long because I had to get home. Needless to say, every step hurt as we went up those stairs to sneak back out to his car.

  Chapter Five

  Jonathan and I were looking at colleges the entire time we were together that year. His family had big plans for him: he was going to an Ivy League university. It felt funny to be invited to dinner at his house when his parents would talk about Harvard and Yale as if those universities were the only ones available. I always ate quietly and didn’t really have much to add to the conversation.

  Getting to go to college was a huge deal for someone from my family. My mother needed me to be within driving distance so I only looked at state schools within two hours of my mom. And while Jonathan was able to spend the first few years of college figuring himself out and taking whatever liberal arts classes he felt like, I knew that every dollar spent was precious and had to be invested in career development.

  The best public teacher’s college in Illinois was Illinois State University in Normal, Illinois. I felt truly “normal” when I told Jonathan that I accepted the invitation to attend ISU, but he was happy for me. What was left unspoken was that he would be going somewhere else. I didn’t know what was going to happen to us. I cried a lot about it. How could I live without Jonathan?

  When Jonathan was accepted into Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island, it might as well have been on the moon. But he loved visiting the school when he went with his dad to visit; it was a done deal. I knew that I would not have the money to visit him in Rhode Island and, even though we liked each other a lot, I sensed that Jonathan would not be flying to Normal on a regular basis.

  But we made the best of it. The summer before we left for new adventures in college was fantastic. I got a job at the Denny’s restaurant in town. Every night after my shift, he would pull up in his Land Rover and take me away. Sometimes I felt the need to shower after work because I was wearing my uniform and smelled like fast food. Those days he would take me to home so I could freshen up before going out, but once he told me that he was going to surprise me and take me somewhere new.

  “What?! It’s so late!” I protested, but off we went.

  We wound up at Glencoe beach, which was right on Lake Michigan. Jonathan parked sneakily in a partially-wooded area because we both knew that no one was supposed to be out at night on the beach.

  He grabbed towels from the back seat and a plastic bag with flip flops for me. I took off my shoes and whipped them in the car, rifling around in the bag for the flip flops.

  “No suit?”

  “I guess you’ll be skinny dipping,” he replied.

  I smiled and we ran down the wooden stairs and through the cool sand. As I ran I stripped off my shirt and unhitched my bra, I hopped, one-legged out of my pants and I ran straight into the ocean with Jonathan at my side.

  The cold of the water shocked my system and I instinctively jumped into Jonathan’s arms. H
e pulled us both into the water and I clung to him, shivering. Only our heads were above the water and we started making out.

  “You smell like French fries, Laura.”

  “You’re a jerk,” I said, biting his lip teasingly as I kissed him fiercely.

  “Let’s go back to the car now that the stink of Denny’s has washed off of you,” Jonathan said. I laughed at his comment and looked down to see he had a boner.

  We scrambled back on to the beach, falling in the thick sand.

  Jonathan grabbed my hand and pulled me up and we started jogging towards the wooden stairs.

  We reached the car in our towels and Jonathan stopped me from getting in the front seat. He had a funny little smirk on his face.

  “Why don’t you get in the back?”

  “Wait…here?”

  Before I knew it Jonathan had opened the back door and he was kissing me as we fell into the backseat of the Land Rover.

  His body was immediately on top of mine on the leather seat. Then he pulled back and said, “Suck me.” He sat in the back seat and I squeezed myself down to kneel on the floor. I grabbed his dick and started moving it between my hands and he moaned. He pushed my head so I put his hard cock into my mouth, moving back and forth with my lips and tongue. He pushed his dick deep into my mouth and I gagged quietly as he moaned. He reached down between my legs and finding me wet, he pulled my mouth off his dick and lifted my face up into his lap.

  Jonathan kissed me fiercely and then he moved me to turn my body over. All of a sudden he bent me over the seat, the weight of his body on my back. Reaching down he pushed fingers into me. I moaned loudly; my body ached for his touch.

  Jonathan grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. Each time he achieved deeper penetration, he hit my g-spot and I felt my senses burst with pleasure. He pushed my legs wider apart and my body and head slid along the leather side in a rhythmic motion. It was awkward in the small space of the backseat, elbows and knees rubbing on leather, but the electricity flowed between us as we moved one.