by North, Paige
"Is it business school or nothing with them? What's their story? Let me guess, at least one of them is big in some Fortune 500 company."
I nod. "Kind of. My dad co-founded True Threads." I glance down at my fleece jacket with the TT emblem and roll my eyes at myself. Why couldn't I have put on my North Face?
"And your mom?"
"She had zero professional ambition, so she focused on her goal of marrying my dad."
"Ah. So she's a businesswoman, too."
I laugh. "A different kind, but yeah."
"That must be where you get your tenacity." His eyes are on me, his gaze unwavering, and I shift again in my seat and take another sip of wine. I’m so thrown by him. Just his presence is unnerving.
"I'm sorry to say it," I begin, feeling that need to burst out with the truth again, "but you'd think you'd want people from other departments besides English. Don't you feel like you have too many of those? It's like those pageant girls."
Chase blinks. "Pageant girls?"
"Girls who do beauty pageants. How they’re all elementary education majors."
His face is suddenly stoic. "My sister was a pageant girl."
Uh oh. "Oh, mine too," I say quickly, breaking my promise not to lie. My sister Aubrey's peppy name fits that image, but that's where it ends. She wears way too much black eyeliner and one of those necklaces that could double as a deadly weapon. "Well, no," I admit. "She wasn't. Sorry."
Chase's look of offense morphs into amusement. "You’re not a very good liar."
"Apparently not."
"I can't lie, either. My sister got her degree in Elementary Education."
"See?" I relax a little as Chase lets out a laugh-- and something in me catches. In all of his interviews, I've never heard his laugh. It's melodic. Delightful, even. Makes his whole face light up.
God.
“I lost my virginity to an Elementary Education major,” he says. “I forgot about that until just now.”
“Was she one of your sister’s friends?”
“Sure was. Back of a minivan when she came home with my sister from college.” Chase gives me a long look. “How about you?”
“What about me?”
“Your virginity. How did you lose it?”
“Uhh.” I’m not sure how to answer this without sounding ridiculous. “It’s dumb.” I set my wine down on the table, hoping it will signal to him that a change of topic is in order. But Chase Brooks is just getting started.
“It can’t be worse than the back of a minivan.” He’s leaning forward now, closer, and his thigh brushes against mine.
“It’s… it kind of hasn’t happened yet.”
Chase leans further forward, eyes now two huge blue pools. “You’re a virgin?”
“Is it that shocking?”
“Kind of.” He’s still wide-eyed. “You’re so beautiful, I’d think you’d have been unable to resist at least one of the many offers I’m sure you got.”
I feel my face heat up. “It’s like that Amy Schumer quote. ‘I can catch a dick anytime I want.’ And I have. I just haven’t taken full advantage yet.” I can feel my face is beet red, and I wipe my hands on my jeans, the humiliation intense. Chase Brooks has been with countless movie stars and gorgeous women, and here I am, talking about how I haven’t even been with someone as pedestrian as a frat boy.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Chase insists, noticing my embarrassment. “Just surprising. Is there something in particular you’re waiting for?”
“In my good girl form, my answer would have been ‘love,’” I say. “But now, I think maybe just… a sexy situation. The right situation.”
“Oh? Like?”
“I dunno. Like… like Bryce Bowker in Spain, when he had sex with that redhead on the grand piano.”
“I watched Pretty Woman before I wrote that.”
“I figured.” I swallow. “Why are you so interested in my first, anyway?”
“Because it would be a tragedy if you didn’t get an epic first time on a piano.”
“I’d settle for a fabulous first time somewhere else.” The words are out of my mouth so fast I can barely register that I said them.
He pushes closer to me, until he’s right next to me on the couch, his body pressing against mine. I hope he can’t hear my heart thudding. “And what kind of guy would you want, Addison? For your fabulous first time?” His voice is low, sexy, and I feel myself getting wet.
This isn’t fair.
“Ridiculously good-looking,” I say.
“And?” He reaches down and touches my chin gently, tilts my head until I’m looking him in the eye.
“Smart. Definitely smart.”
Chase gives me a look so deep that I think he can read my thoughts. “Interesting.”
I can’t help it. He’s so sexy, and that way he’s looking at me right now… I can’t handle it. “Someone like you,” I burst out.
Chase leans over and I realize he’s going to kiss me. I shut my eyes as his lips brush mine, soft and gentle. He pulls away. “Someone like me?” he repeats gruffly.
“Yes.” I gulp. “I think so.”
He kisses me again and this time his tongue pushes past my lips, parting them. My body responds to his, and I’m suddenly pliant in his arms, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands move to my hair. He pulls back and looks at me, not asking permission but giving a half smile, like he knows he’s going to get what he wants, and then he’s kissing me again, our kiss becoming more deep and passionate, my head spinning with the intensity of it.
His hand travels across my back, and around my ribcage. When I feel his fingertips brush the swell of my breast through my sweater, I have to fight to hold in the way I want to react. “I can’t do this,” I say. “It’s not… I mean, I don’t…”
“You can do anything,” he whispers. “Anything you want.” He kisses my neck. His lips are warm and I shiver. “Sometimes it feels good to be bad, Addison.”
What I want is his hands all over me. I take a breath as his hand moves back to my breast, my nipples hardening through my sweater as my body betrays me. “Aha,” he murmurs in satisfaction as his fingertips brush the tight peak. “I thought so.”
His touch feels so good. This is not even close to how the guys I’ve dated used to touch me. Their awkward fumbling and grabbing me way too hard immediately—it was nowhere near this level of pleasure.
It’s not long before his hands wander underneath my shirt, moving over my bra, teasing my nipples through the lacy fabric. His touch is setting me on fire, and I shut my eyes as he pulls my arms over my head and slides my shirt off.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers, kissing my lower neck and moving down my chest.
When he reaches around to unclasp my bra, I feel a small surge of self-consciousness—will he like them? But that melts away when I see the look on his face as my bra falls away, my breasts exposed to him. “My God,” he mumbles, palming my tits in his hands.
He closes his mouth around my nipple and I lean backwards, easing into a full reclining position. Chase gently sucks and massages my breasts, which sends my nerve endings into a frenzy and I can feel my panties getting wetter. When Chase’s fingers travel down my abdomen towards my jeans, I suck in a breath. Chase plays with the button for a minute, teasing, and then unfastens my jeans. Before I can get them off, he plunges his hand down the front of them and begins stroking me through my panties.
“Have you ever had your pussy touched, Addison?”
I think about lying, but his words reverberate through my mind. You’re not a very good liar.
“No. I mean, not by… not by anyone but myself.” I blush at the admission.
“Oh, yeah?” he says, his eyes alighting with that same look, like I’m a challenge. “Do you touch yourself a lot, baby?”
“No, not a lot.”
“Does it feel like this?” he whispers, as his thumb skates over my clit, his fingertips giving me sensations that I’ve definitely never been abl
e to give myself. Jesus.
I shake my head, and I open my mouth to say no, but instead, I moan.
My sounds make him rub me harder, and then his finger pushes my panties out of the way and slides inside of me.
I gasp and grab his wrist, nervous at the unfamiliar stretching sensation.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll go slow.”
I loosen my grip on him as he slides a finger into my pussy, my hole stretching out around him.
“Fuck, your pussy’s tight, Addison.”
I moan again, turned on by the dirty way he’s talking to me, and the way his finger feels inside of me. He’s right – I am tight, and I can’t imagine taking a dick inside of me, if just his finger is such a snug fit.
It feels so good that I’m afraid I might lose my mind. He tugs my jeans off, and pretty soon he’s on top of me. His dick is hard through his pants, his body strong and heavy on top of mine. I’m in just my panties, and he leans back, his eyes racking up my body, and I blush under his scrutiny.
He removes his shirt, revealing his toned body. I gape at the perfection of his arms, the lines of his chest, the ridges of his abs. He straddles my hips and then leans down and kisses me, his tongue rubbing against mine, his hands on the back of my neck, drawing me to him.
Then he takes my hands and brings them to his jeans. I unbutton them, my hands fumbling with the zipper.
“Take out my cock, Addison.”
I obey and pull his cock out of his boxer briefs. It’s hard and huge, and I almost gasp at how thick it is.
He takes my hand and guides it to his dick. I wrap my hand around it softly, not sure what he wants me to do. I mean, I know what he wants me to do, I’m just not sure exactly how to do it.
I begin to stroke him, tentatively, and he gazes down at me. “Good girl,” he says. “Good girl, stroke my cock.”
His encouragement gives me confidence, and I stroke him some more, letting my thumb brush against the underside of his dick, earning me a moan.
“Harder, baby,” he whispers and his hand covers mine, showing me how to pleasure him. “Fuck, Addison, yes.”
I jerk him harder, my hand tightening around his dick as his big hand encircles my smaller one, teaching me how to please him.
He stands up and removes his jeans, then stands at the side of the couch, his dick in front of my face. He brushes the hair back from my face and trails a finger down over my tits. My panties are still on, but they’re covering my pussy, and he reaches down and pushes the material over so I’m exposed, then runs his finger over my wet slit. My legs mash together instinctually, and he looks amused.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Addison?” He takes his dick in his hand and pushes it toward my mouth.
I shake my head, panic seizing me at the thought of having it in my mouth.
He laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll save that for later.” But he’s rubbing the head of his hard cock over my closed mouth, tracing my lips with his dick. “Spit on it,” he instructs, and I do.
It’s the dirtiest, most debasing thing I’ve ever done, and I watch in fascination as he palms his cock, using my spit to lubricate himself.
Then he’s back on top of me, grabbing my hands and pushing them over my head, holding me down against the arm of the couch, pinning me with his body weight.
“Tell me you want it,” he whispers, his dick poised at the entrance of my bare pussy.
“I want it,” I whisper. He slides my panties off and then he’s pushing into me, and for a second I feel a pop of pain. I grit my teeth.
“Relax,” he whispers. “It will go easier if you relax.”
He stays still inside me for a minute, getting ne used to the sensation, and he slowly starts moving—out, then back in, and out. As the pain ebbs, I relax more, and when I look up at Chase, the intensity on his face is the best thing I think I’ve ever seen.
He fucks me like that for a while, nice and slow, in and out, in and out, until I’m so slick and wet he’s sliding in nice and easy. He’s alternating kissing me with staring into my eyes, and his tongue against mine and his hands trailing down my sides send shivers down my spine.
“I’m going to go harder now, baby.”
“Okay,” My breath is coming in ragged pants, and I brace myself for him to go harder.
“Tell me you want me to go harder.”
“I do,” I say.
“Tell me.”
“Harder,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck me harder.”
Chase intensifies his motion. I love hearing his breath as he thrusts into me.
Chase goes deep into me, and I feel the pressure building, and I want more than anything to make him come.
“Lift your legs up,” he instructs me. I do, and he mumbles “Ohhh, my God,” as he pushes deeper and deeper into my tight pussy, rutting away at me.
I grit my teeth, feeling the sensation rising up from deep within.
“I’m going to make you come, now,” Chase says. “I’m going to make that tight little pussy come all over my dick.”
A second later, I feel something stirring deep between my legs, and the exquisite pleasure builds out from between my legs until it’s taking over my entire body. My pussy spasms and convulses, squeezing his cock as I come.
Chase pinches his lips together, speeds up, and then cries out before I feel him going off inside of me, shooting a load of warm hot, come deep inside of me.
He kisses me on the lips, hard and deep, and then gentle at the end before he pulls away and stares into my eyes, brushing my hair back from my face.
“Bet you never thought you first time would be on a couch.”
I smile.
“And as much as I like this couch,” he says. “I think we might have more room in my bed.”
CHASE
Not so innocent anymore.
I guess that's my fault. Yet I'm not sorry, not in the slightest.
I can't stop gazing down at this girl in my bed. Is this the girl who froze when I helped her stand up in the dining hall? The same one who came into my office looking hopeful and meek?
Addison sleeps in near silence, her breathing so soft I have to hold my own to hear it. Her golden brown hair is swept to the side, and I can see tan lines on her bare shoulders. Unable to help myself, I reach over and run my palm over her collarbone. Her skin is so soft, and while I'm not typically a shoulder guy-- legs and asses have always been my things-- Addison's exposed upper back is somehow getting me hard all over again.
I kiss her shoulder, slowly, and her eyelids flutter. "Mmm," she says.
"Hey," I whisper.
"What time is it?"
"Still night time," I assure her I won’t allow her to leave, not now. I kiss her neck and then keep kissing her, all over her upper body, and she turns over. The sheet drops, giving me full access to her tits, which seals the deal-- if I wasn't hard enough a minute ago, there's no going back now.
"God," she murmurs as I circle my tongue around her nipple. “That feels so good.”
I answer by using more pressure with my tongue, and grabbing her other breast. I kiss her nipples and move down her abdomen. She reacts with that amazing sigh she has, and lets out a tiny gasp when I lick her belly button.
Damn. If she likes that...
I kiss lower and lower, savoring the feel of my lips on her hip and top of her thigh. She seems to understand where I'm going and her instinct is to pull the sheet closer toward her. I love that she’s so innocent, love that her instincts are to be bashful.
I take the sheet from her hands and force it off of her, pushing her legs open so I can get at her pussy. I blow on it softly, and use my fingers to push her open until the hard nub of her clit is exposed.
“Chase,” she whispers breathily. “Chase, I’ve never…”
“I know, baby,” I say. If she’s never had a dick in her mouth, she sure as hell hasn’t been eaten out. That I’m the first one to do it is an amazing turn on, and
I kiss the insides of her thighs and then -- so soft she'll think maybe she's imagining it-- I touch her pussy with the tip of my tongue. And then I lick a little more, and a little more. And she's so wet, and I’m sucking on her clit, and I can tell by her writhing around that she's loving it.
Fuck, I've wanted to do this ever since she showed up in my office. I think I've wanted to do this ever since I saw her sprawled on the dining hall floor.
Addison grabs the sheet we're on top off-- literally grabs at the mattress, like it can give her leverage-- and I know it's building up for her. She gasps, and I continue to eat that sweet little pussy. I know I should prolong it, but she pushes into my face, and I can’t take it anymore. She tastes so fucking sweet that I have to get deep in there, and before I know it, I’m eating her harder and faster, sucking her clit and open-mouth kissing her tight little pussy, the pussy that’s only had me inside of it.
Her back arches as her orgasm rips through her, and she gives me the longest, sweetest Ahhhhhh I've ever heard.
I hold her until she falls asleep again, my dick hard from eating her pussy and from her naked body against mine. I want her to suck me off, but she’s had so many new things tonight that I don’t want to overwhelm her. There will be plenty of time for everything.
I don't sleep much.
Partly because I've got a raging hard on and an innocent girl in my bed who's just discovered she loves to be eaten out.
But also because I’m preoccupied with what’s going happen now. Today’s the first day of class, and I need to figure out how to assign critique partners with an odd number of students – seven now, instead of six. Addison is in. Now that I’ve had her, the thought of her not being in my class is inconceivable.
I slip out of bed and shower, then return to the bedroom where Addison hasn't moved a muscle. I dress for the day, and scrawl a little note for her to find when she wakes up, which I don't want to be now, not if she doesn't need to be up this early.
I can't resist clutching a piece of her hair between my fingers before I go, though, resisting the urge to climb on top of her and fuck her once more before I go. She must have had guys crawling up the walls of her house back home, if anyone was brave enough to risk being caught by her dad. She really is so fucking beautiful.