by Amy Brent
“Oh… god…” Lucy moaned as she lowered her hole onto the head of my cock. I was big and we both knew all of me couldn’t fit inside her. Being the mathematical genius that she was, I was sure Lucy had made all the calculations in her mind (the average depth of a woman’s vagina is 4 to 6 inches, which meant only 40 to 60% of my 10-inch cock would fit inside her). She held onto the back of the seat and slowly let the head of my cock slip inside her. I could feel her young pussy stretching to accommodate my girth, then suctioning tight around the shaft. I thought I was going to cum, but I bit down hard on my lip and tried to focus on my breathing. I put my hands on her hips to help steady her descent. We stared into each other’s eyes. I heard her breath out as she lowered herself an inch, then another. Then she gasped when the tip of my cock hit her hymen.
“Let me do it,” she whispered. I nodded and kept biting my lip. The feeling of her hot pussy gripping my cock like a thousand tiny fingers was almost more than I could stand. My fingers flexed on her hips. I resisted the urge to just grab her and impale her on my cock.
“Slow…” she moaned, sensing my urgency. I felt her lift off me just a bit, then she let her hips come down quickly. I felt the hymen tear and warmness wash over me. Lucy gasped and froze for a moment as the pain went through her.
“You okay?” I asked.
She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Yes…” she sighed, eyes closed. “Just let me do it.”
Slowly, she started to slide her pussy up and down the length of my shaft, pulling her hips back until the head reached her hole, then sliding back down to take in the first four or five inches. I dug my fingers into her hips and closed my eyes. I had never felt anything so amazing. Her mouth and hands had milked my cock many times before, but that was nothing like the sensation of having her tight pussy suctioning to me. I could feel her hot juices flowing from her pussy, coating the portion of my cock that wouldn’t fit inside her. My hands went to her tits and I kneaded her thick nipples between my fingers and I massaged her breasts. It was a pivotal moment of my life. I could still close my eyes today and replay every detail in my mind.
“Oh… god… Calvin…” Lucy moaned and dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m going to cum…” The pain of losing her virginity was gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that was driving her to increase the motion of her hips. She started hammering her pussy onto me. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her innermost wall. I watched her face, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, twisted in pleasure. “God… Calvin… cum with me…”
Yes! Thank you, Jesus! I grabbed onto her hips and closed my eyes and grunted like a pig as I shot my load into her, filling her with what must have been a gallon of cum. We jerked and twitched and panted and moaned for what seemed like minutes, although the whole thing was probably over in seconds. Afterward, she collapsed in my arms and we lay there sweating all over each other, filling my dad’s car with the smell of our sex.
“That was amazing,” she said, still struggling to catch her breath. Her fingers tickled my nipple and she gazed up to see if I was smiling. I was, like a happy kid ready to take a nap. “Was that okay for you?”
“That was… unreal,” I said, sighing through the words. I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Lucy.” I didn’t think about it. I just said it, because I really did love her and it felt like the right time to say it.
“I love you, too, Calvin,” she said as her hand slid down my stomach. Her fingers went around my gooey cock. She gave it a playful tug and smiled when it started to grow in her hand. “And I love what you do to me.”
“Good,” I said, feeling my young cock getting hard again (there’s no such thing as rest between orgasms for teenage boys). “Let’s do it again.”
Chapter 9: Lucy
“Wow, what a small world it is,” Ed said as he sat behind his desk sipping his coffee like the Mad Hatter. “Who knew my rising star would have history with my new executive producer. I mean, what are the odds?”
“History?” Cole echoed, giving me a sideways smile. “Yes, I guess you could say that we have history. Wouldn’t you say, Lucy?”
Ed looked at me with his eyebrows arched in anticipation. I knew what he was thinking. He was hoping that it was good history and not bad history. Cole had told him we were high school sweethearts, but he didn’t tell him how things ended between us. I didn’t bother telling him that the only thing that tore me and Calvin Walker apart was his dad getting transferred in the middle of our senior year, literally two weeks after we gave each other our virginities. I was devastated that Calvin was moving back to some base in freakin’ California. Calvin was devastated, as well, but he was a guy. Emotions came secondary to him. He was sad to be leaving the girl he loved, but he was sadder to be leaving the girl he was now regularly fucking. It was okay. I knew how boys thought. It wasn’t that big of a deal. My heart was breaking either way.
We had sex three more times before he moved away. The last time was in my bed on a Saturday afternoon while my folks were at my little brother’s softball game. It was the first time we’d ever been in a bed together and I loved the feeling of lying there with his strong arms wrapped around me. And unlike the first time we’d made love where things were done quickly and awkwardly and with a sense of urgency, we made love slowly and passionately, like adults, both knowing that it would be the last time we ever made love, but the one time hopefully we’d both remember forever. I certainly did.
After Calvin moved away, we tried to stay in touch, but it was hard. We emailed and chatted, and called each other when we could. He was an entire country away, and when I was accepted to Stanford and he was accepted to UCLA, the distance between us just seemed to grow. The last conversation we had was short, sweet, and to the point. To his credit, Calvin allowed me to be the one to end it. I love you, but the distance is too great. I need to focus on school now. You need to do the same. We should probably date other people. Okay. Have a good life. Bye.
And that was it. That was the end of our brief, passionate relationship. He moved on and so did I. Seventeen years had passed and now, as fate would have it, I was sitting next to that boy who was now a man. A remarkable looking man, who looked like a magazine ad and smelled like Aramis. And I was now a grown woman who couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to fuck him again after all these years.
“So, Dr. Walker, I was explaining to Lucy before you arrived how well-received your segments are on Friday evenings.” Ed leaned forward on his elbows and rubbed his hands together. They made a sound like two blocks of wood rubbing together. “I had not gotten to the part about your contract coming up for renewal.”
“Contract renewal?” I frowned at Ed then gave Calvin—Cole— a wary smile. “Uh oh. My first day here and I have to talk to you about your contract renewal?”
“That’s being handled by the folks upstairs,” Ed said with a look of relief that it wasn’t him negotiating directly with Cole. He wouldn’t have stood a chance. “And it’s my understanding that things are going well. Is that your understanding, Doc?” He looked at Cole with a hopeful smile.
“That’s being handled by my manager,” Cole said, gracefully deflecting the question. I could tell that he was deflecting by the way his eyebrows arched and his head tipped to the side, like he used to when I’d ask if wanted to stay for dinner on the nights when my mother had made stuffed peppers. He hated stuffed peppers and I knew it. I only asked because I loved to see him sweat. In this case, however, if he was deflecting it was because the negotiations were not going the way Ed thought they were.
“Well, I’m sure things are going well,” Ed said, though his voice had lost some of its surety. He leaned back and spread out his hands. “Hopefully, we can expand your role on the program, Doc. And now that I know you and Lucy are old friends, well, I’m sure things will just be lovely.”
“Lovely?” I said with a smile. I turned to Cole and nodded at Ed. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only perso
n on the planet that would make Ed use that word.”
“Lovely is a good word,” Cole said, his eyes lingering on mine. He held out his hand and I took it without hesitation. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I said.
“Um, I hate to break up the reunion, kids,” Ed said, still smiling, though I got the impression that the smile was becoming more forced by the minute. He looked at me and tapped the crystal of this watch. “It’s almost four. We need to get to the preshow meeting, then we have a show to do.”
“I understand,” Cole said without letting go of my hand. He turned sideways in the chair and leaned on his elbows to tug me closer. “What time will you be finished tonight?”
“Uh, well,” I glanced at Ed because this would be my first newscast and I had no idea what time we’d be done.
“She’ll be free by eight,” Ed said, the confident smile returning. He didn’t have to say it. He loved the fact that his executive producer was an old flame of his rising star. I’m sure in his mind the contract negotiations had just swung in the network’s favor. The truth was, he was probably overestimating the influence I had over Dr. Cole Walker after all this time. We were high school sweethearts and hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty years. I seriously doubted anything I had to say would hold sway now.
“Then I will be in a car waiting downstairs at eight,” Cole said, squeezing my hand. “Dinner and a game of chess?”
“That sounds lovely,” I said with a smile. “Though I haven’t played chess in years.”
“That’s okay,” he said, getting to his feet and tugging me up with him. He held out his arms and I stepped into them. He whispered in my ear. “Neither have I.”
I hadn’t done a lot of things in years, I wanted to say, but didn’t.
I’d had lots of sex since our last night together, mostly with my shit head ex-husband, but I had never felt the way I had felt in Cole’s arms, at least until that moment.
Chapter 10: Lucy
To say that the rest of my day after Calvin—shit— after Cole left was even more stressful than my morning would have been an understatement. I was used to running the evening news show on a local station in Chicago, a major market, but as Ed kept reminding me, this was the big time. The big leagues. The big show. I think those were all baseball references meaning that I was now playing with the big boys. Regardless of the reference, I understood what he meant. I was now executive producing a network newscast that would be seen by millions of viewers around the globe five nights a week in prime time, which meant that if something went wrong, millions would see it and I would be to blame. Then some asshole would post the video on YouTube and I would be a viral sensation and a laughing stock of the industry. I tried to ignore the intense pressure of the situation and the nagging self-doubt and I told myself that I had earned this spot because I was good at my job. Still, I kept my fingers laced together behind my back for most of the afternoon so no one would see my hands shaking.
Ed stayed with me the entire time as I met with the team two hours ahead of air to map out that evening’s broadcast and arrange the lineup, then stood next to me in the control booth as I barked out orders to the team in the booth and on the studio floor. If I pressed a button on the console in front of me I could speak directly into the ears of the anchors on set. Each time I’d say something in Bryant’s earpiece, he’d stare into the camera and give me a stony look. Stephanie smiled and gave a slight nod when I gave her directions, though I think it was mostly because she was amused that just the sound of my voice seemed to irritate the shit out of Bryant. It was controlled chaos and there were a couple of minor glitches, but all in all, it wasn’t a terrible first night on the job.
“Well, congratulations, Lucy. Your network cherry is officially popped,” Ed said with a sigh of relief as the ending credits rolled. Everyone in the booth stood to give me a polite round of applause. The monitors showing the set went dark as Bryant and Stephanie walked off to their respective dressing rooms and the camera operators switched the cameras off. I took out my earpiece and set it on the control panel.
“I feel like I’ve been popped,” I said with a sigh of relief that matched his. I gave him a sideways look and wiggled my eyebrows. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It’s an adrenaline rush,” Ed said. He patted my shoulder. “You did great. Just the right amount of bossiness and tact. Hell, I think I even saw Bryant smile at one point.”
“I seriously doubt that,” I said, shaking my head. “But I’ll win him over.”
“I know you will,” Ed said. He held open the control room door to let me pass, then led the way back toward his office. “Do you think you can win over Dr. Cole Walker?”
I stopped and turned to face him. “What do you mean?”
He hitched his pants up beneath his round stomach, then rubbed his eyes and blew out a long breath. He suddenly looked very tired. “Honestly, I don’t think the contract negotiations with Walker are going in our favor, Lucy.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I got a call from upstairs while you were doing the news,” Ed said, slowly shaking his head. “Walker’s agent delivered new terms this afternoon after we met with the good doctor. We want to renew him at double the current rate with the same amount of time onset. He wants to quadruple the rate, double the minutes, and a guarantee of a thirty-minute special once a quarter on the medical topic of his choice. And he wants an anytime-opt-out clause, which is fucking unheard of in this business.”
I folded my arms over my chest and leaned back against the wall to give others room to pass by. Ed leaned his shoulder against the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was so round he couldn’t help but block the hallway. I asked, “Why does he want an anytime-opt-out?”
Ed blew out another long breath that puffed up his cheeks like blowfish. “Word is he’s negotiating with Kingston Television about a daily syndicated show.”
“A daily show? Seriously?”
“Yep. He wants to be the next Dr. Oz.”
“Wow, that’s…”
“Awful,” Ed growled. “If he gets a syndication deal, the opt-out clause would let him pull out of our deal anytime he wanted with no notice or penalty.”
“Would that be so bad?” I asked. “I mean, he’s only on once a week for two minutes.”
“Those two minutes are the highest rated minutes of the week for us,” Ed said, holding up two fingers and stabbing the air with them. “Sure, we can put another talking head in his place. I’ve got them lined up around the fucking block. But they are not Dr. Cole Walker. Him leaving could cost us millions in lost revenue and tons of lost viewers who will follow him wherever he goes.”
I tried not to smile. Who knew that one day my old high school sweetheart who got nervous raising his hand in class would command such an audience. The look on Ed’s face told me there would be absolutely nothing to smile about if Cole left the show. I shouldn’t have asked, but I did. “Okay, so, what can I do help?”
Ed looked at me for a few seconds, then his bushy eyebrows slowly rose and he twisted his mouth to the side. “I think you know. Give him a reason to stay.”
I huffed at him. “You can’t be serious.” My face turned deep red, not because of what he’d said, but because I had been thinking about fucking Cole since the moment I saw him walk through the door. However, I was not so egotistical as to think that my pussy still held any type of control over his brain or cock. I’d done a quick Google of Dr. Cole Walker after our meeting. He was a notorious womanizer and had his pick of models, actresses, and heiresses. There was no room for someone like me in his life. I was an old flame and nothing more.
“I’m not telling you to do anything you’re not already thinking about doing,” Ed said nonchalantly with one round shoulder going up and down. “I’m just suggesting that maybe you could get him to see our side of things.”
“You want me to negotiate his contract
on my back.” I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t think I have that kind of influence on him anymore.”
“Don’t kid yourself,” Ed said, pushing away from the wall. He leaned in and lowered his voice. “I saw the way he looked at you. I think you have far more influence than you know.”
He glanced at his watch. It was almost eight o’clock.
“I gotta get home. And you gotta get downstairs.” He put his hand on my arm and squeezed. There was a devilish grin on his pudgy face. “Prince Charming awaits.”
Chapter 11: Cole
I’m not going to lie. I was a little nervous when I saw Lucy come out of the building and head my way. It was an odd feeling. I had not been nervous around a woman in… well... years. I was a cocky son of a bitch and damn proud of it. I made people nervous, not the other way around. Don’t judge me. It was hard not to have an ego the size of Texas when you did what I did for a living, literally holding life and death in your hands one minute, then holding the attention of millions of fans worldwide the next. My fans hung on my every word, post, and Tweet. It was the damnedest thing you ever saw. Being me was almost like being a movie star or a rock star. All modesty aside, when you looked like I looked and did what I did and screwed the women I screwed, well, again, it was hard not to let it go to your head.
The oddest thing was that I didn’t feel the need to show off around Lucy. I had not seen this woman in nearly twenty years and the moment I saw her I felt my entire body relax, as if every muscle sighed at the sight of her. She moved into my arms and melted to me as if we had never been apart. I was totally comfortable around her. There was no pretense. No bullshit. I was completely at ease. It would be interesting to see if that kept up during dinner or if my famous ego would rear its ugly head. The Lucy I used to know would cut me off at the knees if I got too cocky with her. I’d have to keep that in mind as the evening progressed.