by Tiana Laveen
She must’ve washed herself a million times, daydreaming the whole time, wishing she’d said this instead of that, wishing she’d had just ten more seconds to slam that heffa on the floor and knock her tiny little cotton-ball-sized brain around. When she was done, she put her clothes on and left the bathroom after turning off the light. Tony’s bedroom door was ajar, and she could see him playing music and sitting on the side of his bed. She opened the door fully and her heart beat faster when she took note that his shirt was off. She loved looking at his body. He was lean but muscular… strong…
‘Nice ’n Slow’ by Freddie Jackson played on the slow jams station and she could smell the incense he’d lit in the room.
“Are you ready, baby?” He got to his feet and slid them back into his shoes.
“Tony…”
“Yeah?” He shoved his front door key into his pocket, picked up his jacket, and slid it over his bare chest. He was looking all around, as if trying to ensure he had everything before they headed out.
“I want to stay a little longer.”
He stopped in his tracks and looked at her.
“Oh… okay. Uh, that’s cool. You want something to drink?”
He began to move past her, as if headed to the kitchen, but she tugged on his arm and made him stop. Her breathing accelerated as she claimed his lips in a kiss. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him impossibly closer, wanting him… needing him. When she pulled away, they were both breathing heavy, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Tony… I wanna… I wanna make love.”
He stared at her for what felt like an eternity.
“Are… are you sure?”
She nodded, her nerves shot. She didn’t know what it was, but the timing felt right… as if things were supposed to happen just as they were.
“Okay.” He smiled ever so slightly. It wasn’t a cocky smile, an arrogant or excited smile; it was kind smile… a loving smile. The exact type she needed. He turned from her and pulled out a candle, then lit it. Seconds later, the radio was turned up and he was undressing…
This is it… I’m about to have sex. Oh my God… I’m scared… but I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I love this boy more than he could ever know…
There Tony stood, completely naked… a tall, beautiful young man, his body flawless, his eyes hooked on her gaze as she nervously ran her hand up and down her arm. He walked slowly up to her. She tried to not look at his dick, but it was impossible. On a swallow, she took another glance at it before he pressed his body against hers, wrapped his arms around her, and touched her very soul with a kiss…
CHAPTER TWELVE
Saturday Night Special
She shook in his hands like a naked baby thrust out in the cold…
Tony held her, caressed her, kissed her. Her nervousness didn’t surprise him; it was her first time, after all. He wanted the warmth of his body to give her peace. He didn’t think she realized that this was as special for him as it was for her.
No one, not even his boys knew they weren’t knocking the boots. In fact, when asked, he would pretend they were. Not because he was ashamed for himself, but he didn’t want people in his business like that. Only Dante knew the truth. He figured if he told his homeboys ‘yeah, we did,’ they’d drop it—and they did. If he told the truth, it may get around the school and then, before long, Cassidy may start to be the butt of jokes. It just wasn’t cool to be a virgin.
There was nothing he could do about it—that’s how things were. If you weren’t fucking, you were a lame, regardless of the reasons behind it. His first time had been a disaster, and he didn’t want that for her; he wanted to give her what she read about in her books, or at least do the best he could.
He ran his hand up and down her back, then stepped away from her. She reached for the hem of the white T-Shirt she had on and slid it up above her head, tossing it on a nearby chair. He’d seen Cassidy in her bra plenty of times… this was nothing new. They often made out in his car and in his bedroom when his mom wasn’t home. He’d suck her pretty little tits on at least a weekly basis, but this time, it would be different.
As she finished undressing, he opened up the bottom drawer of his nightstand. That was where he always kept condoms, lighters, and a few odds and ends. He pulled out two of them and placed them by the lamp. When he turned back around, Cassidy was stark naked. He swallowed. Her legs were long and shapely, and on her pussy was a little patch of curly black hair that looked to be shaped like a heart. She was perfection, his Eve.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks warmed to a deep reddish color as she smiled. “Thank you. So are you. I mean, you know what I mean.” She laughed timidly.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He took her hand and laid her down on the bed.
“I’m scared.” Her voice cracked. “But I wanna… I wanna do this.”
“I know you are, but you don’t have to be, baby. You’re in good hands. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, all right?”
She nodded. She lay in the middle of his bed, her chest heaving as she looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting the very worst.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” She nodded, then he rushed to the restroom to relieve himself and freshen up. Less than five minutes later, he returned to her, teeth brushed and all clean with a little extra deodorant and a splash of cologne.
He sat down beside her, the bed creaking from his weight. He stroked her shoulder, then kissed it.
“Baby, relax… If you don’t relax, you won’t like it,” he whispered.
She nodded again but he wasn’t certain she would listen. ‘Shower Me with Your Love’ by Surface was now playing on the radio. He positioned himself on top of her with ease, then gently spread her legs apart with his knee. As they often did when making out, he squeezed, massaged, and sucked her soft breasts. Enveloping one of the dark, sweet nipples in his mouth, he sucked slow while rotating his tongue around the stiffening nub.
Cassidy grinded against his body. Her breasts were one of her weaknesses, an erotic zone. After a while, he traveled farther down. He wasn’t sure if he should say something as he kissed her stomach, or just let it be. She stiffened when he drew closer to her pussy. She’d always had her panties on in the past, and he’d push them aside and finger her. Now that they were completely off, he had full access… She was a playground he wished to explore to the utmost.
He slid his finger within her. In typical fashion, she bumped and pressed against his touch. This time, however, he introduced another… slowly… so slowly. She gasped, slowing her motions. He thumbed her clit as he finger fucked her, watching her facial expressions.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
“Good…” It seemed she could barely talk, like it took all of her energy.
Damn, she’s tight…
He swallowed and tried to slide in a third finger.
“Ouch.”
“Okay…okay…” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. He knew his dick was three and a half fingers wide; he’d measured it against his hand a while back. She needed more time.
I gotta get her wetter…
“Can I eat you out?”
“Huh?”
“Can I go down on you? You know, eat your pussy? It feels good, I promise… and it doesn’t hurt.”
He’d asked several times in the past, and she’d always said no, fearing it would lead to more. This time, she nodded after a slight hesitation.
His excitement rose as he nestled between her warm, soft thighs. Gripping her hip with one hand, he opened her pretty pink pussy with the other. It was slick and wet, her clit swollen from all the teasing he’d done with his thumb. When he flicked his tongue against her clit, she moaned, and her eyes fluttered. He watched her intensely as he sucked and licked a bit faster, then slid one finger within her pussy, stroking it nice and slow.
“Oh shit…” she murmured, twisting beneath him. He ha
stened his pace, sucking and licking her garden with precision, his chin and lips soon coated with her juices.
“Girl, you smell and taste so good! Fuck!” She shivered when he spoke, and he meant every damn word. His baby was cumming hard in no time, her salty-sweet essence flowing in his mouth. She vibrated, screamed, her muscles locking and relaxing as he kept on licking and watching her at the same time. He slowed down then, caressing her stomach while she contorted so beautifully, her face sporting a lazy smile.
“Oh shit, oh my God.” She giggled and placed her hand across her face, as if suddenly shy.
“You thought you’d cum before with the fingering, right? I told you you’d like it.” He smiled, proud of himself as he climbed up her body.
“I did… oh my God.” She laughed again. “That felt soooo good.”
“You’re so cute,” he teased as he kissed her cheek, then layered kisses all along her neck and shoulder. “Here, get under the covers.” They maneuvered the sheets until they were both beneath them from the waist down. He settled between her legs once again and slid in one finger, then a second, then a third. This time, all three glided easily inside.
“How’s that feel?”
“It’s uh… a lot of pressure, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, good… good.”
He guided her hand under the sheets and placed it on his dick. She’d never actually touched his flesh—only over his underwear. In fact, she’d never even seen his dick before except for once when she’d accidentally walked in on him taking a piss. That particular time, she’d stood and stared way too long at it… then had the urge to make out when he’d come out of the bathroom. He’d found that shit extremely funny, but never brought it up to her.
“I think you have a big dick.” She giggled as she stroked it.
“What do you mean, you think?” He smirked.
“You know! ’Cause, like, I’ve only seen pornos mostly.”
“Ah,” he said with a smile.
“I think it’s big though… I can’t get my hand all the way around it.”
“You have small hands though.”
She busted out laughing. “Tony! You’re supposed to say, ‘Hell yeah, girl! My dick is big!’ You brag about everything else. Why not that?” They both busted out laughing then, being silly. He stroked her long hair and nudged her legs farther apart.
“I think it’s a decent size. I’ve never heard any complaints.”
“Well, those girls are in the past. It’s just me and you now.”
“Me and you forever, baby.” He kissed her, slid his tongue inside her mouth. He imagined she could taste herself, and that turned him on. He grinded against her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing his cock against her saturated zone.
‘If it isn’t Love’ by New Edition came on the player as he reached for one of the condoms and tore it open. She looked so serious all of a sudden as she watched his every move. He sat up on his knees, stroked his dick a few times, then slid the condom on before positioning himself between her legs once again. She quickly wrapped her body around his, as if terrified and hanging on for dear life.
Kissing her neck with the gentlest of kisses, he stroked her clit with the head of his dick, back and forth… back and forth… trying to soothe her. He timed the rhythm in his head, waiting until the song was completely over. Then, he pressed the head of his dick against her creamy slit, teasing it, rubbing up and down her pussy hole. She trembled in his arms, a natural reaction to the way he made love to her.
“Uhhh!” She froze when he pushed the head in. With slow thrusts, he pushed only the tip in and out, working her open little by little. “Shit! Owww!” She gripped the bedsheets like a lifeline.
“Are you okay?”
“It hurts!”
“Want me to stop?”
“No… no… just…uh, keep going.”
He had no idea how much time had passed, but he made sure to move at a snail’s pace. His frustration was through the roof, but that wasn’t her fault. She felt amazing, and he’d only gotten the head in; he worried the good time might end before they even got started. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her so much that she pulled the plug on the whole encounter, so he took his time. Moving the tip in and out some more, he stroked her clit and reminded her how beautiful and sexy she was.
“Okay, it’s better now.” She smiled and sighed with relief. “It’s not that bad. Glad that’s over.”
“I’ve only got the head in.”
“What?! There’s more?”
At this, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Cass, you are trippin’! Yeah, there’s more! I would have to have a dick the size of a Cheeto for that to be it!”
Her laughter mingled with his. “Okay… all right.” She took a deep breath and held on to him.
“Hold up. I know what we can do. Just watch, and tell me when, okay?”
She nodded.
He rose up on his hands, then eased a little more of himself inside her. When she winced, he stopped in his tracks.
“Shit! Fucking hurts! Don’t stop though. Keep goin’, keep goin’!” she urged.
He pushed some more, and then a bit more. She was breathing hard now, her gaze fixed on his dick, intense, as he worked it within the tight walls of her tight pussy.
“Okay, stop, stop!” She pressed her hand against his thigh to control his thrusts. He was about half way in, filling the breadth of her pussy to the max. The sight of it turned him on so much, but he’d never admit that.
I am stretching the shit out of her…
He continued to thrust slowly, not going past the halfway mark. He maintained his pace through several songs and, at last, he could feel her relaxing, loosening up.
“Baby, you feel so good. Damn. You don’t even know!” he slurred, ecstasy filling him. She was definitely worth the wait…
Gently, he pushed more of himself inside. She gasped, but didn’t stop him. He kept on until he was all the way in, balls deep, then stayed still to allow her to get used to him before he started moving again.
“Shit! Yeah, you definitely got a big dick! I feel all spread out! Danica warned me that tall, skinny guys always got big dicks but she figured since you was White, you might not.” He rolled his eyes and grimaced. “Why did my first time have to be with someone with a big dick?!”
“I thought that’s what most girls wanted?”
“Nuh uh, this shit hurts. I should’ve let Tyrone have sex with me when I was thirteen. His shit was little and according to Jamila, it still is. That would’ve been better!”
They both laughed at that. He held her tighter and kissed her lips.
“You are silly, Cass! Come on, but for real, don’t bring up other guys right now.”
“I was just playin’!” She smiled. “Tyrone isn’t even my type.”
“I know, but I’m possessive of you and I don’t really wanna think about that kinda shit right now… Picturing you with someone else makes my blood boil.”
He kissed her cheek, then resumed his thrusts. Her wetness increased tenfold after a short while, enabling him to slide in and out, falling so deep in love and lust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her smile said it all.
“You like it now?” He grinned, hopeful as he was.
“Yes, it feels good now… still kinda, I don’t know, tight feeling, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
He worked his hips in circular motions and much to his surprise, she met his tempo, pumping her hips, drawing him in. They were good together; everything about this felt right. The girl could really move and he loved how responsive and engaged she was. They laughed some more, kissed, hugged.
This was what he wanted for her… joy, a good time. He wanted to give her pleasure like she’d never had before…
Feeling she was now ready, he rested his weight on her and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. Her moans grew louder, and her feminine panting and screams turned him on,
taking him over the edge.
“Tony! Tony!” she screamed his name. The bed rocked hard and the headboard banged against the wall, the mattress squeaking with each hard thrust. “Shit! I feel you so deep inside me!”
“You feel so good! Your pussy is so fuckin’ tight and wet! Shit! I waited so long for this, Cass… I fuckin’ love you so much, baby!” He kept going until he could not hold back a second longer. “I’m gonna cum!” She looked him in the eyes as he jerked, his dick shooting his appreciation into the condom, flooding it. “Ahhh, fuck…” His climax continued to flow in rough ripples, his heart pounding almost painfully until it was all over… until the last of him seeped out.
He rested on top of her, sweaty, breathing hard.
His eyes closed, he relished her softness beneath him while the sweet love songs played on the radio. His dick throbbed and twitched in her warm pussy; her walls squeezed him, forcing him to jerk every now and again. She deposited tender kisses all over his neck and her touch filled him with happiness. After a few moments, he carefully slid out of her, ensuring the condom wouldn’t slip off.
“Damn… that looks like a lot.” The rubber was filled to the max with white cum.
“It is a lot… It’s the build-up from all of this time. I’ve been waiting to bust your cherry since the days of Moses. It’s amazing that, when I came, I didn’t blast you into outer space.”
“You’re so stupid!” She tossed his pillow at him. He ducked and grinned as he tossed the condom in the trashcan. He blew out the candle and turned on the bright ceiling light.
“Oh no… oh no!” she screamed, the sound piercing the air.
“What? What’s wrong?” He walked back over to her and looked down at his bed… Blood everywhere. “Oh, that’s all right, Cass. I’ll get it cleaned up. We’ve got another old set of sheets I can use.”
“I’m sorry.” Her complexion reddened when she noticed the blood between her thighs, too.
“Sorry for what? You know that’s what happens when it’s your first time, right? All girls bleed. I mean, not that I’ve been with a hundred virgins. You’re only like the second one I think, but I have friends, ya know? We talk. That is what happens.”