“Nice,” she giggles and I feel happy to have lifted her spirits.
“See, so your story can’t be worse than that, can it?” I egg her on.
“Well, maybe. I’m not sure. It’s not that different really.”
I’m curious. What kind of wild streak is hiding under those killer curves? What kind of secret badass am I dealing with. “Go on,” I push her to continue.
“Okay, well, it was almost time for us to graduate high school and Sara had a party. Her parents were out of town so it was a lot of drinking and craziness, but once it wound down she suggested that her and I and a couple of guys we were kind of seeing at the time go to our high school and climb up to the roof to smoke a joint.” She looks up at me innocently. I have a hard time picturing her drunk let alone high, but I’m interested to hear her story.
“So, we get there and smoke up and kind of go to opposite sides of the roof to, well, you know,” she gets squirmy in her seat and looks down at the table.
“No, what?” I love seeing her blush. I know I’ve only just met her, but I already know that it’s something I love about her.
“Well, to make out, or whatever,” she practically whispers.
“My land!” I grasp my chest like she just exploded my chest with shock. “Not to make out!”
“Shhh,” she swats my hand and giggles. I won’t tell her that there’s a small part of me that’s jealous of the guy who was so lucky. That would be weird, right? Right.
“Anyway, so, I was just up there in my panties and the guy was in his underwear,” she continues.
“Wow that’s quite the make-out,” my jealousy flares up a little. Ridiculous. Get it under control.
“Yeah, anyway, all of a sudden we hear sirens and see red lights flashing. We all jump up and stare down at a couple of fire trucks right below and a cop car,” she covers her face with embarrassment.
“Busted,” I grin and take another drink.
“Yup, someone ratted us out. Uh, no offense,” she looks at me from under her lashes.
“No offense? What? You think anything about rats is my thing now? Come on,” I sigh dramatically.
“Okay, sorry rat’s nest, you’re right. Anyway, so everyone scatters, but I’m such a chicken shit, I just freeze. No top on. No pants or bra, just frozen to the spot while Sara and the guys scatter like… well, you know,” her eyes twinkle slyly up at me.
“Rats.”
“Yep.” She takes another sip of her beer. “So, I’m frantically looking around for my clothes, but I’m high as hell and can’t find them or remember what part of the roof I took them off and the fire truck is sending someone up to get me. You know, with the bucket thingy.”
“Oh no,” I genuinely gasp.
“Yeah, exactly. The firefighter gets to the top and I’m practically naked when he saves me and this is all bad enough right?”
“Definitely,” I agree.
“Right, but it gets worse, because when the bucket comes down and they release me to the cops, the guy takes off his helmet and I see it’s my old youth pastor.”
“No.”
“Yes,” her voice creaks with humiliation and I can’t help but laugh.
“Wow, yeah, that’s pretty bad. I don’t feel like rat’s nest is that big a deal anymore to be honest,” I laugh and she joins in.
“Shut up!” She smacks me playfully.
I’m not sure if I started staring at her or if she was the one who locked eyes with me first, but neither of us can look away from each other. The pub around us becomes a distant background of hums and clinks. Like sounds from another life revisiting us in a dream. Not like we’re sitting right in the middle of it. All I can see, all I want to see, is her.
“Excuse me? Did you guys want another pitcher?” The hostess rips us from our trance and back to reality.
I raise an eyebrow and glance back over at Skylar. I’m down to do whatever she wants.
“No,” she answers, “thank you though.” The hostess nods and walks away. “Ryder?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m ready now.”
“Okay, let’s do this.”
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Chapter 5 - Skylar
I walk back into Ryder’s tattoo studio, well, march is more like it. I’m trying not to let my nerves about getting my very first tattoo get to me. I feel like if I can force myself to keep my head high and walk with purpose then maybe I can trick my mind into believing I’m brave enough to go through with this.
“Okay, I’m gonna get this ready on a transfer sheet. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he motions toward the luxurious looking parlor chair. “Do you know where you want to get this?” He looks up at me and my breath hitches in my throat. His steely eyes hold me captive as a warmth blooms through me from my stomach and downward until my pussy is wet with desire. I fight the urge to tell him that he’s more than welcome to put “it” anywhere he wants. I bite my tongue, shocked at my own thoughts. Where did that come from?
“Um, yeah, on my shoulder blade. The right one,” I awkwardly point to the spot, twisting my arm around unnecessarily, like some kind of human pretzel. I guess it’s only suiting since Ryder has me all tied in knots on the inside too.
“Sure, so let me just adjust this seat,” he steps into me, his torso presses against mine and I can smell his musk. I look up at his lips and wish I was just a little taller so I could stand on my tip-toes and kiss him. I love how he towers over me though. There’s something about being a shorter girl that makes you feel like you’ve got to prove to the world that you’re tougher than you look. I think that’s why you see so many chicks who hover around the five-foot mark who have attitude to spare. I always envied them, the way they carried themselves tall despite their true height. My five-foot-one frame has always left me feeling a little vulnerable. However, when Ryder stands so close to me, when he looks down at me like this, it feels like those anxieties can finally rest. Like I’m safe with him. Protected.
“Sorry, I just need to reach the lever here,” he brushes past me and the space between our bodies feels like lonely miles. How is it possible that the air can feel so much colder when he’s only a couple of feet away?
Ryder adjusts the seat so it’s more like a massage table and smiles back at me. “Okay, you’ll need to take off the shirt and bra and lie down,” his eyes travel over my large cleavage before flickering back up to meet mine. “I’ll turn around and give you some privacy,” he twists on his heel and grabs the transfer paper, waiting for me to get ready.
I quickly slip out of the clothes, sort of wishing he wasn’t such a gentleman. I mean, I can appreciate that he needs to be professional, of course, but the burning lust building inside me is wishing he’d make an exception.
I lie down on the table and shiver at the chill of the leather against my skin.
“Okay, are you ready?” Ryder places the sheet on my shoulder and smooths a cloth over it.
“I think so,” my voice squeaks unconvincingly.
“Wait, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“What?” I can feel my entire body blush furiously.
“I meant a tattoo virgin,” he backpedals. “Like this is the first tattoo you’ve ever gotten, not like… ugh. Never mind,” he sighs.
I can’t help but laugh at how flustered he is. It almost makes us even for how red he just made me turn. Almost.
“Yes,” I answer honestly, “to both.” The last part is barely a whisper.
“Really? Oh, wow, okay.”
“Yeah, it’s not something I talk about, but anyway, I’m ready to change that now,” I let him guess which virginity I’m talking about.
“Okay, take a deep breath and relax, I’m going to start now,” I can feel the weight of his hand on my shoulder and I close my eyes imagining those strong hands flipping me over on this table and taking what I want to be his.
The first zap of the needle gun makes my eyelids spring back open with surprise. It’s not as sharp
of a pain as I expected, more like a burning ache.
“You okay?” He checks in with me. Like I said, gentleman.
“I’m good,” I answer through gritted teeth and the buzzing noise continues as he keeps going.
My thoughts drift back to the crazy times I had with Sara. She would get a kick out of this. When she got her first tattoo, I was there as support and she kept trying to convince me to get one with her. I was too chicken though. I think she’d really like that I decided to honor her this way.
I push down my swirling emotions and listen to the buzz of the needle gun. There’s something soothing about the noise. It reassures me that I’m making the right decision, about the tattoo and the man.
“Alright, almost,” his hand presses down harder as he fills in something. “There, it’s all done,” I feel him wipe a cloth over my angry skin. “Wanna see?”
“Yes!” I jump off the table, forgetting that I’m half naked for a second and rush over to the mirror, twisting my head to strain to see over my shoulder.
Ryder doesn’t move, his eyes are exploring my exposed curves as I soak in his artwork. “It looks gorgeous,” I smile, “it’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he closes the gap between us and presses his frame against me. Before I can wish for a kiss, his lips crush mine, and our tongues dance against each other passionately. Ryder turns me around and, without breaking our kiss, walks me backward toward the table I was just lying on. It hits the back of my legs and I collapse back onto it and Ryder climbs on top of me. Between the rush of endorphins I have swimming around inside me from getting my first tattoo and the burning passion and ache between my legs to experience another first, I don’t even feel the pain of the tattoo as he pins me on my back.
Ryder strips his shirt off and kisses a trail down my neck as I sigh with satisfaction. His lips trail down to my breasts and he gently licks a slow circle around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I can’t help the noises escaping my mouth. The little mewls and moans that rush from my mouth as he makes me drenched with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ryder runs his hands over my plump skin, making me feel the truth in his words as his eyes are filled with pure lust.
“I want you, Ryder. I want you to be my first,” I manage to confess, my voice husky. My body is trembling with need. I need to feel him touch me, kiss me, lick me, fuck me. I need to feel his cock inside me. I need him to fill me up and make me his.
“Are you sure, Skylar? You’ve had a crazy day and you were drinking, I don’t want to do anything you will regret,” he locks me in his intense gaze again and I nod.
“I’m sure. I only had one beer, and yeah, it’s been a crazy day, but in all the best ways. I need this. I need you,” my voice is tight as I practically beg him to continue.
He tilts his head as he looks for the truth in my words and then nods. Before I have a chance to say another thing he kisses me again, and this time I can taste his intentions on his tongue. This time, I know he’s going to fuck me.
* * *
Chapter 6 - Ryder
My hand tangles in her fiery hair and I tug it back, making her expose her creamy neck to me. I kiss and nibble a path across her jawline and give her another tantalizing kiss before continuing down her dainty neck. Skylar sighs like she’s already on the brink of an orgasm. Like just my kisses are enough to send her over the edge.
I let go of her hair and push her tits up together tasting each rosy nipple as I watch her cheeks burn and her eyes squeeze shut. If she thinks this feels good, she’s in for a real treat. Or at least I am. I like to think of it as dessert.
I drag my tongue over her supple skin, blazing a trail to her untouched pussy. I can smell her desire, it’s intoxicating, making my already stiff cock rock hard.
I reach her jeans and unbutton them. As I tug the zipper down, Skylar lifts her hips, trying to help me as I yank them over her legs and toss them to the floor. I slide off the chair and bury my head between her legs, hooking my finger onto the edge of her baby blue panties, I get a glimpse of her wet, neatly trimmed pussy, begging to be eaten. I let out a deep, guttural groan and pull her panties down her legs, letting her finish the job by kicking them off her ankles while I settle between her thighs.
I can hear her breathing quicken and she threads her fingers into my hair, knocking my beanie to the ground. “Please,” her voice is pure urgency.
I press my index finger along her entrance and am amazed by how wet she is. Her slick nectar coats my finger and I slide it in my mouth, licking it off.
“You taste good,” my voice is thick with need.
“Please don’t tease me,” she gyrates her hips up from the flattened chair to meet my face. I can’t resist any longer, I pin her legs open, digging my fingers into her plump thighs and delve my tongue into her folds. Skylar jumps a bit, probably overwhelmed by the sensation, but I can’t stop or slow down. I need to taste her. I need to take her there. I need to make her cum.
I lick her slit in long, unrushed strokes before circling around her sensitive nub. She mewls and drives her other hand into my hair as I flicker my tongue over her relentlessly.
I look up her body, up her round tummy to her even larger breasts. There’s something about her full figure that brings out my primal urge to flip her over and fuck her until her pussy is dripping with my cum and I’m sure I put a baby in that belly. She’s so sensual, so womanly, my cock painfully throbs against the restraint of my pants as I try to push away the thought and concentrate on her pleasure.
I thrash my tongue over her clit with abandon, fuelled by the urges I’m failing to suppress. I need to hear her scream. I need to taste her cum on my tongue. I need to watch her face contort with the bliss of an orgasm I’m giving her. Skylar’s muscles tighten and she drops her hands, balling them up tight.
“Oh, Oh! Ryder! I’m gonna…” her words turn into squeals as I swirl my tongue over her. Skylar’s nectar coats my tongue as she trembles and quivers with her orgasm.
When she stops, I stand up and look down at her. I love how she looks right now, like I just opened a door she’s only ever peeked through the keyhole of. Her eyes are full of wonder as she bites her lip and looks up at me.
“Do you still want to keep going?” I double check that she hasn’t had any second thoughts on this.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she smiles. I grab my wallet from my back pocket and slip a condom from inside before quickly discarding my jeans and underwear on the floor in a sea of fabric.
I hear Skylar gasp when I reveal my cock to her. I’ve heard women say it’s bigger than they’re used to, and they weren’t virgins. I know I’ll have to start slow with her, but she’ll get used to my girth.
I climb back up into the chair and hold the base of my cock as I slide it up and down her pussy, using her cum as lubricant. “I’ll go slow, okay?”
Skylar looks up from under her lashes and nods, “I’m ready,” she whispers.
I push the tip inside her and she throws her head back with a groan. I can’t help the growl that comes from my lips as I feel her pussy contract around just the first inch of my cock. I knew she’d be tight, but holy fuck!
I pull back out and slide in again, further, and back out. Each time I push a little further until I meet her body's resistance. I press into her slowly, but firmly as Skylar’s eyes grow wide and her nails dig into my shoulder blades.
“The painful part is almost over, I swear,” I push harder still and thrust inside her fully, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh!”
“Are you okay?” I look down at her.
“It’s okay now,” she reassures me, “don’t keep going so easy on me.”
“You have no idea how hard it is to hold back,” I confess.
“Then don’t,” she purrs.
I grab her arms and pin them over her head and fuck her harder, plunging inside her fully, without hesitation or
restraint. Skylar cries out with pleasure, “Oh yeah, fuck me Ryder!”
I pump into her harder, filling her tight pussy with every inch of my fat cock. I can feel her untouched walls squeeze down on me, milking me as I fuck her even harder.
“Oh my God! Yes!” She screams and I let go of her hands, instead I grab and tug her hair back as her fingernails drag down my back, marking me as hers just as I’m marking her as mine.
I don’t hold anything back, thrusting into her relentlessly until white hot bliss rushes through me. My cum spurts into the condom as my orgasm overtakes me. I grunt and use my arms to support me so I don’t collapse onto her as my cock twitches inside her.
“Wow, that was incredible,” she lifts her head and kisses me.
“You’re incredible,” I answer honestly and grab the base of the condom and pull out of her. The rubber is streaked with proof of her virginity and I quickly discard it in the trash and join her back on the tattoo chair. Skylar snuggles into me and I rub my hand over her hair as I pull her close.
“Now what?” She murmurs.
“Now, well, whatever you want,” I let my fingers trail over her soft skin.
“I want more of that,” she teases me.
“Lucky for you, the night is young,” I smile.
“I don’t just mean tonight. I want more of that, and more of you, more of all of this.” She confesses.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I nibble her ear.
“Mmmm, if you keep doing that you’re gonna get me going again,” she looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“That’s the whole idea,” I murmur, flicking my tongue over her earlobe playfully. As I run my hands over her body I realize how much I’m looking forward to more of us.
THE END
If you liked it when it was short you’ll love it when it’s long. That’s why I included ‘American Bad Boy’ my debut full length novel. I look forward to hearing what you think. -Eddie
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