"Nah," Trouble said. "We were just having a good time. Let's make up for it now."
I went in with him, and we got purple wristbands for the maximum time.
We started off in a giant ball-pit, playing no-rules dodgeball. He released a flurry of missiles at me, and I shrieked as I dodged some and tried to catch others to throw back at him. We then tried out dunking a basketball in a hoop. They had a trampoline right below the basketball hoop. We also took turns swinging off of a rope into a giant pit of foam cubes. We topped it off by running across a giant field of gigantic trampolines, doing flips and racing one another.
I eventually lay down on a gross trampoline. I couldn't care anymore. I was too exhausted.
"Oh my god, I can't jump anymore."
Trouble stopped and jumped quickly over to me.
"You ok? I mean, our date is only halfway done."
"I think you're going to have to carry me. I'm totally limp, like a noodle."
I was joking, but Trouble bent down and picked me up. He bounced us all the way to the end. I should have gone flying, but he held me so tight that it barely felt like I was bouncing at all.
We got cold water bottles from a vending machine near the entrance, and we gathered our stuff to go back to his motorcycle.
"What now?"
"I'm going to take you to a place that I've never taken anybody."
That sounded promising. He took me to a place called Saigon Noodle House.
We got out, and a pretty waitress wearing a fancy top invited us in and had us sit down.
"I don't know if I have ever eaten Vietnamese food before."
"It's good here. I promise. You'll love it."
"It does look good. Can you order for me?"
"Yeah of course. I can get you their specialty, pho."
"Fa?"
"Yeah, pho. It's these white noodles with beef brisket on top."
We both go mango boba tea. I liked the tangy mango taste and the squishy boba bubbles. It was fun to chew on them while we waited for our food.
It didn't take long for it to come out. We both had the same thing.
I took a cautious sip of the soup with my spoon.
"Oh my god. This is the best soup ever."
"Told you you'd like it." Trouble smiled very smugly, like he was a cat who had just eaten a canary. "I was right."
I didn't even bother to smack him down. I just devoured the soup as if I had been marooned on a desert island for the past 2 years.
I drank my boba when I was done.
"Do you want any dessert?"
"This is dessert." I sucked up a little more boba.
"Okay."
We finished our boba, and we went back to the motorcycle. I got on first, and I put on my helmet. He settled his body in front of mine, and I pressed my thighs against him. I closed my eyes and pretended that we were lovers. Heat surged in my lower body.
When he took me to my room, I opened the door. Andrea still wasn't there. I just tugged him in this time, not giving him a chance to think about running away. I pushed him towards my bed.
"Sit down."
"You want me to sit?"
I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed down in response. I straddled his lap again. We were still fully clothed. I kissed him. This time, I didn't rub my body against his. Instead, I wanted to explore his body with my hands. I started with his back, running my hands up and down the hard lines of his back, feeling the muscles there, so tense as he tried to hold himself back from me.
I broke our kiss and kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his jeans. His breath was coming in shivery pants. I reached inside of his boxers to cup his dick.
It wasn't a dream. It was the size of a Red Bull can.
"Gotta go," he said hoarsely.
I watched as he ran out the hallway like his entire body was on fire and he could only stop, drop, and roll outside of the building.
My vibrator was my first stop when I closed my dorm door. I had plenty of lubrication already, and I let the vibrator take me to where Trouble had not. In my fantasy, I took his dick out and gave head for the first time in my life. I'd touch the sensitive parts, the parts that I read about in one of Andrea's sex books, and touch him the way that he needed to be touched. Then, before he came, I'd sheathe him and then ride him to completion, feeling his warm come fill a magnum condom. This time, I felt my body clench in a small orgasm that left me wanting more.
I didn't want to clean off the vibrator when I wanted more. This time, I was facedown on my bed, with my vibrator tucked between my thighs. I turned it onto its highest setting, and I just let it do its thing against my engorged clit. I wished that I was having sex right now, but I guessed that this was the next best thing.
21
Ready
Laila
It's our fifth date. Be ready.
I blinked when I woke up and read his text. My vibrator was on my bed. I guessed that I hadn't put it away.
Andrea was in her bed, her clothes on the floor beside it. I guessed that she hadn't spent the entire night with David. I went and brushed my teeth, then I shook Andrea.
"Andrea, we have class in a half hour."
She groaned and turned away from me.
"Andrea. Seriously."
One eye opened. "Get away from me. Five more minutes."
"No," I said sternly, as if I were her mother. "Get up." I yanked the blanket from her. She yowled like she was a cat on which I'd just dumped ice water.
"I'm getting up, I'm getting up. You don't have to be mean about it."
I shook my head. I put on some Daisy Dukes and sparkly flip-flops. I felt extra womanly today. I didn't know what Trouble's message meant, but I could guess. Tonight was the night for us to finally do it.
When I got home from classes, I shaved. If I had had more notice, I guessed that I would have gotten waxed at the spa. I'd done a bikini wax once. It hurt so much. I was pretty sure that hot wax was never meant to be on that sensitive skin. But I would endure it.
Shaving was much easier. I shaved very closely.
I wore a knee-length stretchy black skirt and a green top that went from green at the top to blue on the bottom. It was tight, and it showed off the curves of my body. I knew that I looked good.
I looked at myself in the mirror, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I would have been fine with having sex with him on our first date, but for some reason he wanted to wait until now.
It could have been cold and emotionless, with him walking away the morning after. Instead, he'd taken the time to really take care of me and do things that I enjoyed, as well as introduce me to new food.
I saw the lovelorn look on my face, and I knew that I was falling in love with him, if I wasn't head over heels already. I blew my a strand of hair out of my face. I was in way over my head. I didn't know what I was doing. But I got the impression that Trouble might not know, either.
22
Fifth Date
Trouble
I picked her up again, but this time I didn't need my motorcycle. I showed up at her door with a long-stemmed red rose.
"For you."
She took out a cup, and she stuck the rose in it with the sugar mix that came with the flower.
She looked completely edible in her tight clothes. I wanted to lick every inch of her until she begged me to stop then lick her even more. Maybe I'd find some ice cream later and lick it off of her smooth, warm skin. That would be the best meal ever.
She came with me to my apartment.
"So no motorcycle today."
"Nah. I've had something cooking all day for you. For this."
From her smile, I knew that she was happy that I thought about her.
When she walked into my place, she asked me, "Where are your roommates?"
"I bribed them with 20 passes to Laser Tag. They took a huge group of people out there, and they are going to swarm that place. I feel bad for the employees."
She fucking glowed at the news that we were alone. I wish
I could put a smile like that on her face every day. Each date had been planned, but this one took the cake in terms of her happiness.
"Sit down. I'll take out the food."
I plated it, and I took it out to her.
"Oh my god, you made risotto!"
"Yeah. It's pretty good. I tried it."
She took a bite, and she hummed a little in the back of her throat. I thought that would be what her face looked like when I made her orgasm tonight. "This is out of this world. I mean, I didn't even know that food this good existed. This is better than any of the restaurants."
"Thanks." No need to tell her that the recipe came from online. "I like it."
We ate in silence, but I saw her staring at me. I had a brand-new box of Trojans in my nightstand, and I'd had a cleaning service come to my room. Everything was ready for her tonight. I had tried really hard, harder than I had ever tried for any girl. And tonight, it was going to happen, something I"d dreamed about for years.
I watched as she ate my risotto. Every bit of the time that I had spent on this meal — the grocery shopping, the dicing of the vegetables, the slow cooker that I had bought specifically for this — was worth it when I watched her face as she ate the food that I'd prepared for her. I felt strangely proud, even more than when we won the state championship for the umpteenth time. I felt like running around with my hands in the air.
It didn't make sense to go through all of this effort. I knew she was down on the first date. Why had I gone through everything, when all the other girls I had ever had I'd ignored after I hit it?
She was different. There was something inside of her, a quality that I couldn't define, which drew me to her like a moth to a candle flame.
I realized, with horror, that I was falling in love with my best friend's younger sister.
There was a knock on my door.
"Excuse me." I put my napkin on my chair. "Be right back." I was ready to beat the ass of whatever roommate was coming in right now, even if they were bleeding.
I opened the door, and it was the sorostitute from that party, the one from which I had rescued Laila.
Before I could say a word, she pushed the door wide open and slipped past me. She was wearing a corset and a thong...and nothing else besides her sky-high stripper heels. Her hair was loose around her. She had on way too much makeup, like she'd caked on a gallon of it. There were sparkles on her cheeks.
"Now isn't a good time," I tried to say.
She was staring at the dinner table.
"Well, isn't this cozy." Her voice could have made a penguin shiver. "Do you feed up all of your fat whores?"
Laila looked like she had been smacked in the face. I saw her eyes get shiny.
"I have to go."
Laila pushed past me and the sorostitute, whose name I couldn't remember right now.
I ran out, "Wait! Laila!" But I heard the door to the staircase bang shut with a loud thunk.
"So...now that we're alone..."
"Get out."
Her jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding."
"I'm not. Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again. Oh my god, all we did was make out. And you think that gives you the right to crash my date? What kind of fucking loser are you? Can't get anybody else?"
She drew herself up, and I stepped back a little. She looked like she was going to claw my eyes out.
"You'll come to me when you're done with that fat little freak. And you know what? I'll take you back. But I'll make you beg for me."
"Ew. Go."
She stalked angrily out of my apartment. I put away the risotto. I knew that I couldn't convince Laila to come back now.
I started plotting what I would do tomorrow. I put in a rush order with 1-800-FLOWERS. She wasn't going to know what hit her tomorrow.
23
New Day
Laila
When I woke up, my eyes felt horrible. Crying your eyes out all night did that to a person. My eyes were all crusty and gross. No wonder Trouble didn't want to have sex with me. Who would ever want to have sex with this?
Andrea wasn't home, and I didn't think that she'd be in class, either. I was pretty sure she'd effectively moved in with David.
I dragged ass all day, a combination of being sad and sleep deprived from a rough night.
When I got home, there were a few bouquets of roses against my door. They all had cards in them without envelopes.
Forgive, the first one said. Me, said the second one. Call. Me.
I took out my iPhone, and I called Trouble's number.
"Come over."
"Give me a few minutes."
I took all the roses out of the hallway, and I put them in water. God knew what my dorm mates thought. I didn't bother shaving so close today. Either it would happen or it wouldn't. I had more acceptance and openness to whatever happened. I braided my hair back, and I put on a simple pink dress. It made me feel fresh and pretty.
I walked across the street into Trouble's apartment, and his roommates were gone again.
"Did you bribe —?"
This time, Trouble didn't bother with the romance. He kissed me hard at the door, and he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me to his body. His eyes were blazing with desire, and he took off my dress with no finesse at all. I was lucky that he hadn't ripped it. He did rip off my underwear, and he took my bra off in a half second. I knew that he knew what he was doing. He was there, fully clothed, staring at my naked body. A tent pole was growing in his pants.
"You are flawless."
We both watched my nipples firm up. He sucked on them each in turn.
"Take off your clothes," I said softly. I knew what I was here for. He got off the bed and stripped, discarding his Ralph Lauren shirt on the floor like it was so much trash. I wrestled him so that he was under me, and I mated our mouths together, so close. He rolled me back onto my back, and he kissed his way down my body so that he spread fire with his tongue between my thighs. I arched my back and cried out from the fire sprouting in my untouched body. He was relentless when it came to oral sex. He slipped his tongue inside of my wet hole, while his finger stimulated my engorged clit, rubbing in a rhythm that I loved.
I called out when I orgasmed. He got off the bed, and I watched him quickly get out a condom wrapper and sheathe himself.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He spread my thighs as far as they would go, and he slid the tip of his cock against my slit.
I blinked. "There's no way that you're going to fit inside of me. I don't think that could fit inside of anybody."
"You're going to stretch around my cock. I know what I'm doing."
He pushed a little more into me, and I gasped. My eyes closed. He pushed more, and I felt a little pain as he broke past my virginity. I breathed in a little gasp.
"Okay?"
"Um, slow down a little." I closed my eyes. "Okay." I opened my eyes. "Go slow, though."
He thrust into my body in a slow, building rhythm, trying to control it, trying not to hurt me.
I felt it when his control disintegrated into a thousand pieces. He could not hold back any more.
He started taking me like a wild man, going at it completely untamed. Instead of a steady rhythm, he broke into an arrhythmic pounding that took my breath away. That was okay. Having spectacular sex was more important than being able to breathe any day of the week.
He flooded the condom with his hot come. I panted and arched up as the feeling of his orgasm inside of me pushed me over the edge.
He stayed there, on top of me and inside of me, for a few seconds as both of us came down from our orgasms. He rolled off of me. He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it in his trashcan.
"I'll be right back."
I could hear the water running the bathroom. He came back in with a wet blue washcloth.
"Let's clean you up."
I watched as he wiped the mixture of my blood and juices off of me.<
br />
I saw for the first time that there was a gigantic bloodstain on his sheets.
"Oh my god! That's huge! I'll wash it for you, I promise."
"Are you joking? It's like a badge of honor. I'm so glad that I was your first. You never forget your first."
He leaned in and kissed me gently, as lightly as a butterfly landing on a newly opened flower. "Thank you."
I kissed him again. "Thank you. That was beautiful. Thank you for giving me a wonderful first time."
"It was my pleasure. Literally."
Together, we stripped the bed of the bloodstained sheets and put on another set. It felt good to engage in silent teamwork with Trouble. It was like we were in sync.
"Will you spend the night?"
"Of course." I pulled on my underwear, which were Thinx. They were made for periods, so catching a little bit of blood after losing my virginity was easy and painless. I wouldn't stain another set of sheets.
I lay with him, with my back to his front. I felt absolutely safe enclosed in his strong arms. I felt his hard body behind me, and I knew that as long as Trouble kept me like this, nobody would hurt me.
He kissed the back of my neck, and it was as good as a lullaby for getting me to sleep. My eyes drooped, then they closed. I fell asleep in his bed, his naked body wrapped around mine.
24
Going Steady
Trouble
I couldn't keep my roommates away from our suite forever, but I threatened to burn all their textbooks if they teased Laila when she was over at our place. I also gave them an enormous GameSpot gift card. They promised to behave when she was around.
Laila was over at my place every night. She did her homework at my desk, naked. I was careful to keep my door closed when we were alone together. Even when we were working on different things, it felt good for both of us just to be in the same room.
We made love every night. Sweet love. Hard love. Fast love. And the morning sex was even better. We had a game when we woke each other up. We had a rule that one of us could wake the other up only by making them come.
Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance Page 6