by Brook Wilder
He reached over and unwrapped a condom packet.
“Luis keeps a box in his room. I borrowed a few.”
I gave him a lazy smile, happy he felt the need to make it clear he didn’t have a need to keep condoms on hand before me.
Stroking my nipple, I watched his thick erection jerk a few times as he knelt between my legs and rolled the condom down. His shaft was large, and I felt a thrill when I thought about it inside me. Without shame, I opened my legs wider. I was eager to lose my virginity to him.
Oscar propped himself up over me and kissed my tummy gently. His finger stroked my swollen lips.
“Your pussy's nice and wet?"
I nodded and blushed when I heard the word ‘pussy’ spoken aloud. Oscar smiled at my embarrassment.
“Don’t be shy with your body. You want to scream and swear then you scream and swear. You want to say bad words when you feel good, say bad words. But if it hurts, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I held on to his broad shoulders as Oscar pressed his tip against my opening. I closed my eyes and sucked in air as an inch pressed into me. My head sunk into the pillow as Oscar pressed in another inch. I pushed my nails into his sweaty skin as he pushed in further.
“You want me to slow down?”
I shook my head biting my lip. “I want more of you.”
I moaned as he pushed in again. His eyes watched me as I groaned. It hurt but I clung to him, willing my body to take him in. I wanted this man to be my first. Oscar paused and pulled back slightly. I gasped and held onto him tighter. He kissed my cheek as he pushed in again.
“So sweet,” he said in a low whisper. “So sweet.”
Hiding my face in the pillow, I grimaced as his thickness spread me wider. I gasped as he stopped again. I tossed my head back and met his gaze.
“Please, Oscar,” I panted “Don’t stop.” I wanted him. I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around his lean body and pulled him toward me.
Strands of hair stuck to his flushed face as Oscar panted, then pushed his erection all the way in. The pain was dull, and it felt like too much. But it felt wonderful as I realized he was in me. I writhed underneath him desperate for him to start.
“You all right?” he asked, breathless. The sweat dripped off his toned muscles and his skin glistened in the dim light of the room.
I held onto him as I lifted my head up and pressed my lips to his sweaty chest. Oscar sucked in air as my teeth grazed his nipple.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
Oscar smiled at my naughty words. I knew what he was thinking. I’m so prim and proper. I don’t use words like ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’ much less think them, but that was before when I’d only had my imagination. That was before his sexy body was laying on top of mine.
I opened my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure as Oscar pulled out, then pushed slowly back in. He started to build a rhythm deep within me. His cock slid in and out of me and it felt wildly good as it spread me open.
“Move your hips. Meet mine,” he whispered, and I did it, increasing the friction against my walls. He moved forward with his entire body, adjusting his hips so he could push in deeper. I groaned and dug my nails into his shoulders making him hiss.
“I like the pain,” he whispered. “You like the pain?’
I moaned. My body was no longer resisting his thick hard cock as he pushed back and forth into me making my hips buck and rock.
“Faster, faster,” I groaned. “Fuck me faster.”
He kissed the sweat off my neck as we moved together.
“You like it when a virgin talks dirty, don't you?”
He answered by rising up on his knees and pulling my knees up to his hips. I watched his muscles flex as he held me up easily. He slid deeper into my opening, rubbing me in the most delicious way.
“What do you want, cielo?”
“Fuck me harder, fuck my pussy harder,” I squealed.
I couldn’t believe what I was saying. But I couldn’t help it. Now, I understood why Jane had screamed so loudly. I was wrapped up in overwhelming emotion for the man my body and heart craved. I was overcome with lust and joy as my muscles clenched his big shaft.
My hand traveled between us, and I rubbed my clit with my fingers. Oscar’s thrusts became jerky and clumsy as my climax started.
I shouted as I came, much louder than I’d meant to. I would've put Jane to shame. Oscar’s rhythm became erratic, and his cock felt harder and thicker as his thrusts pounded me.
In my dreamy haze, I heard Oscar let out a deep guttural groan as his hips jerked. My legs slid down onto the bed and he collapsed on top of me. Soaked with sweat, my body was sore, and I was thoroughly happy. I held him, stroking his back with my fingertips as he recovered.
I kissed the top of his head, and his hair clung to my lips. His deep brown eyes watched me as I smiled at him. Oscar grabbed the condom in place as he climbed off me and padded off to the bathroom. The sight of his tight ass made me want him again.
I placed my hand on my swollen lips and felt the wetness there. It was tender, but I’d do it all night if I could.
Oscar came back into the room.
“You have a dirty mouth for a virgin,” he teased. “I learned some new words.”
“I’ll teach you more if you let me.” I patted the bed and Oscar lay down so I could cuddle against his strong body.
“Was it what you had hoped for, Little Lamb?” Oscar whispered as he kissed my cheek.
“It was more than that,” I said, “because it was with you.”
Chapter 14
Felicity
“There’s a view of the mountains from the living room window,” said the realtor. She stood proudly by a large picture window, as if she had something to do with the scenery.
I shrugged, but Jane admired the breathtaking view.
She had decided to move out of my parents’ house and rent an apartment. The cabin in Whiterock Lake where Jane had been living with her husband was too far to commute. Jane asked me to come along with her, claiming I had a good eye for design, but I suspected an ulterior motive.
“Do you like it, Fee?”
“It’s nice but it’s really up to you,” I replied with disinterest. “It’ll be your place.”
She wrapped her arm over my shoulder. “It could be our place.”
Jane was determined that I moved out of my parents’ house. She didn’t need a roommate for financial reasons. She’d found a job at a local doctor’s office as a medical clerk. The hours were good and so was the pay. Not to mention, her divorce would be finalized soon, and her and her almost ex-husband were in the process of selling their house so they could split the money from that. The equity they’d accumulated would easily cover first couple months’ rent and then some.
“It has two bedrooms,” the realtor replied. “And it’s not too far from local restaurants and the Southside Pavilion.”
The Southside Pavilion was an upscale mall and telling us this was code for ‘this is a good area.’ No Southside realtor would ever show a dive to two Southside girls like us. I couldn’t imagine Oscar parking his bike at the front door and the neighbors being happy to see it there.
“Jane, if you like it, you should get it, but please don’t get it for my sake. I don’t want to live here.”
Jane spoke to the realtor who hadn’t stop smiling since we met her. Her stretched mouth and lifted cheeks made her look as if she were carrying nuts for the winter.
“I have to think about it,” Jane said to the woman. “I’m done looking for now.”
The realtor kept smiling, but I could tell she was annoyed by the deep line between her eyes. “Well, let me know if you want to see anything else.”
Jane and I drove off in my car. It was running again, thanks to Oscar and Luis. They’d replaced the ignition wires among other things. Luis had gotten a kick out of the fact that I could hotwire a car. I offered to show him if he had a clunker that didn’t run.
“Where do yo
u want to go now?” I said to Jane.
“I have an address off Salta Avenue. Do you know it?”
Glancing at the piece of paper, I didn’t know it, but I suspected it wasn’t in Southside. I was right, as the GPS took us to a working-class neighborhood a couple blocks over the border. The neighborhood wasn’t bad. It was what I called, ‘scary-safe.’ It hadn’t been gentrified yet. The residents kept their homes neat and in good repair, but because of the proximity to a high crime area, they probably dealt with some trouble spilling over. Dad would’ve had a fit if he knew we were looking at an apartment here.
The building was a three-story brick walk-up that housed twelve apartments. In the front yard, an older woman tended a row of roses. She had on a straw hat to protect her smooth complexion from the afternoon sun. She paused in her work as Jane and I walked up the sidewalk.
“Mrs. Perez? I’m Jane Wheeler. I’m here to see the apartment.”
The older woman smiled broadly and took off her gloves to shake our hands.
“Welcome Jane and…?” She looked at me.
“My name is Felicity.”
“Welcome to you both.” Mrs. Perez gestured toward the door. “Please come inside.”
She showed us to an apartment on the second floor. It was ‘quaint’ as my mother would say. It had an old-fashioned interior, with leaded glass windows, parquet floors, and a view of Mrs. Perez’s garden below. It was partially furnished with a large leather couch, matching chairs and assorted end tables. There was a wood table in the kitchen and four chairs.
“I don’t have an empty two-bedrooms, but if you rent this apartment and one becomes available, I will tell you first.”
“Does the furniture come with it?”
“The last tenant left it behind, but you’ll need a bed.”
Her phone rang and Mrs. Perez frowned when she looked at the screen. “Excuse me, young ladies, but I must take this call.”
We nodded as Mrs. Perez stepped out into the hallway. I plopped my purse down on the couch and then sat beside it. Jane joined me.
“So, what do you think?” Jane asked.
“It’s charming, but I don’t know about the neighborhood.”
“It looks safe,” she replied.
“Said the woman who can shoot a possum out of a tall tree blindfolded.”
Jane laughed. “If that’s the problem, I could teach you.” She paused then continued in a serious tone. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to sneak around.”
I sighed because I knew it was unrealistic. Dad would have a patrol car drive by every day. “No, I wouldn’t, but my parents would worry.”
“Fee,” said Jane. You could cross the street and your parents would worry. If they worry so much, why date him?”
I sat there picking at my nail polish. I wasn’t sure of how much I wanted to tell her about Oscar. I wanted to tell her I was in love. I wanted to tell everyone.
How could I not be? Oscar was sexy, brave and confident. He truly loved his mother and took care of her. He made me feel safe.
But I didn’t say any of those things. Instead I said, “I’m not a virgin anymore.”
Jane squealed so loudly I was certain Mrs. Perez was going to rush back into the apartment, but she didn’t. Jane hugged me as if I’d won the lottery, and I guess I had if it were a sex lottery. I’d picked the right man to give my V-card to, and I would never regret the first time. No man would ever top the way Oscar made me feel the night before. I think about it and go instantly wet.
“Oscar is so hot, Fee,” said Jane smiling. “I could tell it was going to happen by the way he looks at you. You must tell me details.”
I scoffed at her nosiness then blushed. “Details? I’m not giving you details, and especially not here.”
“That’s all right,” whispered Jane. “I know you came. You had to. Just looking at him would make a woman cum. He must have fucked you silly, lucky girl.”
“Jane,” I hissed, feeling my cheeks grow even hotter somehow. She needed to calm down.
Mrs. Perez walked into the room and there was no way I’d be disclosing anything in front of her. I didn’t want her to think I was trash, or worse, ‘slumming it’ on the Northside.
“Sorry, young ladies, it was my cousin from Brooklyn, New York.”
We nodded in unison, and I thought it was cute Mrs. Perez felt that she had to tell us where Brooklyn was.
She continued, “I should’ve asked if the apartment is for two.”
“I’m trying to convince her to move in with me,” said Jane, “but she’s tied to home.”
“I lived at home until I was married,” said Mrs. Perez. “But I know you modern girls like your freedom first.”
“So, your husband helps you with the building?” I asked but instantly, I knew when Mrs. Perez glanced away that it had been the wrong thing to say.
“My husband is deceased for many years now, but we had a happy marriage. I was blessed to have shared time with him.” She paused to collect her memories then spoke again. “So, you’ll be renting?” she asked, looking to Jane.
Jane and Mrs. Perez discussed particulars as I waited on the couch. It was obvious Jane was going to live here. She and Mrs. Perez looked like the perfect match. They had that chemistry that made fast friends.
People think soulmates are a once-in-a-lifetime love connection, but that’s foolish. Even I, a former virgin, knew that. It’s a deeper connection that can happen between any two people, when two souls seem to recognize each other.
There was something in Jane that Mrs. Perez liked and vice versa and they both saw it immediately. I felt the same way about Oscar the day I met him. That was why I took his hand when he held it out to me. Something inside us recognized the other and it was more than just falling in love.
“What about parking?” Jane asked Mrs. Perez.
“There is space for two cars for each apartment in the back.”
“What about motorcycles?”
Jane’s question hung in the air unanswered. Mrs. Perez’s demeanor changed immediately, and her friendly nature vanished. When she spoke again, it was as if a different woman had entered the room and taken her place.
“I don’t rent to bikers,” she said.
Jane laughed nervously as if she knew she had fucked up and might not recover. “I’m not a biker.”
Mrs. Perez added, “or their women.”
“I’m not a club girl,” replied Jane but she avoided looking at me. Was I, the sheriff’s daughter, a ‘club girl’ now?
“Is it your motorbike then?” Mrs. Perez looked confused.
I didn’t know how Jane was going to handle this.
“Look, we aren’t in a club, but we know a nice woman whose sons are in one.”
Mrs. Perez looked skeptical. “Who?”
“Carmen Nieto.”
Mrs. Perez laughed with relief. “Carmen,” she said, her eyes warm. “I know Carmen. She's a former tenant, but sons? She only has one.”
“Yes,” Jane agreed. “But Luis is like an adopted son.”
Mrs. Perez nodded, but her smile faded again. “You know Luis?”
I bit my lip. Everyone at Mama’s house knew Jane knew Luis, but instead of admitting it, she threw me under the bus. No, Jane threw me down and motioned for the bus to pull forward and back again a few times.
“Felicity is dating her son, Oscar.”
Mrs. Perez sputtered in shock. “She’s dating Oscar? Does she know she’s dating a lieutenant of the Cazadores motorcycle club?”
Jane looked at me in surprise as if I had known. We were both quiet, and I sat up in my seat. We waited for Mrs. Perez to say something else. She just shook her head and then motioned for Jane to take a seat.
Mrs. Perez sat down in the chair beside the couch. She looked at me with sad eyes. “Chiquita, do you know what those men do?”
“I’m not sure,” I squirmed under her concerned gaze.
“Many years ago,” she said, “this was a ni
ce, quiet neighborhood. Only working-class families lived here. You knew your neighbors, and they knew you. You said ‘hello’ in the mornings. The kids could play on the street. You could walk to the corner store at night and no one would hassle you. But things changed as new people moved in.
“The new people weren’t friendly, and they hardly spoke. One evening, I’m in bed with my husband beside me. I hear banging on the front door and foolishly, go to see who it is. It’s a young girl, younger than you. She’s hysterical because a man has raped her, and he expects her to have sex with another. My husband knew it was bad and wanted her to go away. But I let her in. She didn’t want the police. She was illegal. A runaway who had come here to start over, but these men were forcing her into prostitution.”