by Autumn Avery
“I just want to apologize!” I protest.
“Apologize!? Are you kidding me, Grace?”
“Why do you hate him so much, Shannon?” I ask her. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I’m feeling pretty conflicted right now.
“Hate him!? I don’t hate him, Grace. I’m trying to look out for you.”
“I get that,” I tell her. “And I appreciate it. But…I just feel like I should apologize to him. Is it really that bad?”
Shannon lets out a deep sigh, again like a frustrated mother, and switches off her desk light. She climbs up the ladder to the top bunk and slips under the covers.
“Grace,” she says, sounding like she’s given up – at least for the night. “Do whatever you like. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Fine, I think. And I won’t thank you when Tommy and I get married!
I’m feeling exceptionally childish right now. It must be all the back and forth and confusion that’s been going on since I got here. It’s hard enough being away from my mom and my hometown, but to throw this on top of it? Someone should be giving me a prize for all I’ve gone through.
I check my phone as I sit down, but Tommy hasn’t replied. Biting my lip, I start to think. Should I send another? Should I wait? What should I do?
I give in and type another text:
I’m sorry. Can you call me please?
I sit there another five minutes before I start to get really worried. Is he ignoring me? Does he have his phone? He must have his phone. Everybody has their phone on them these days. So then why wouldn’t he answer? Maybe he’s with a girl…
All the anxiety I felt before knocking on his door when Joey answered comes flooding back to me and I feel myself going through the exact same feelings. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down. Then, my phone vibrates. I check it instantly. It’s from Tommy:
Who is this?
I have to laugh to myself. Of course he didn’t answer sooner! He has no idea who I am. I never gave him my number and he doesn’t know that I have his. I type my response quickly:
Sorry! It’s Grace! :)
I smile, expecting an immediate reply. But it doesn’t come. My phone locks itself and I hold it in my hand, staring at the blank screen. The room smells slightly of apple from Shannon’s candle, and for some reason it starts to annoy me. I feel myself getting flushed as I wait for my phone to vibrate again. My anxiety grows in me and I feel like shouting, “Text me back, you jerk!”
Five minutes go by…then ten…fifteen, and still no response.
So…he writes me back when he doesn’t know who it is, but then when he finds out it’s me, he ignores me? That’s one way to send a message.
He’s over it – he’s over me. I screwed up. I blew it. That slap is what did it. What a terrible idea. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why do I care what Shannon thinks? So if I make a mistake with Tommy, then that’s my problem. I’m big enough to handle that.
Which I guess is what I should start doing. It’s been twenty minutes now and he hasn’t written back – which means he’s not going to. I may be naïve, but I can take a hint.
All my energy drains out of my body and I slump even further into my chair. It wasn’t long ago that Tommy’s lips were on mine, and he was kissing me, pressing his tongue into my mouth and I was begging for more. And now he won’t even respond to my texts.
Time to move on.
I set my phone aside and stand up. Maybe I’ll take a nice hot shower and then go to bed. That would be a good way to calm down. I’d rather be at home in my bathtub, but for now a shower will have to do.
I grab my towel from my closet and head for the door. But just before I grab the handle, I hear a soft knock. I freeze.
It can’t be…
My heartbeat jumps through the roof. I look at my phone. Still nothing from Tommy. Could it be him? Why wouldn’t he text me back if he was going to come by? It can’t be him – but who else would it be? I don’t know anyone else at this school and Shannon hasn’t mentioned anyone coming by. And she’s asleep in her bed…
It has to be him…
I know if I stand here too long and think about it, I’ll just end up doing something dumb again. So I just go for it. I grab the handle and open the door and find myself staring into Tommy’s eyes.
All of the walls I’ve had around myself come crashing down at the sight of him and I feel naked in front of him. All of my hesitation and defense seem so silly at this point and I look up at him like he’s the only man in the world. Unable to speak, I keep my eyes fixed on him…waiting…
Finally, he speaks.
“Hey, Grace,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
“Can I come in?” He asks, as though he already knows the answer. I respond with a tiny smile and step back into the room as he enters. His scent overwhelms me and my entire body reacts as his arm brushes against mine. Never in my life have I felt such a buildup to anything, and now that Tommy is here, I almost don’t know what to do. I’m entirely in his hands.
Tommy looks across the dimly lit room. His eyes fall on Shannon asleep on the top bunk. He turns to me and his lips turn into a mischievous grin. Before I can react, he reaches out and takes my hand in his.
The feeling of his strong callused hands kicks my body into overdrive. My hormones are racing and the fact that Shannon is sleeping right nearby is turning me on – almost like my parents are home and I’ve snuck a boy over. Something I never did.
I let Tommy take control of me. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around me, and before I know it, he’s leaning down to kiss me. My mouth opens and accepts his lips and he eagerly pushes his tongue into my mouth. I press mine back against his, sucking gently.
My body is on fire for him. It’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this, even though it’s only been a few days since we met. His body is warm and I feel his heartbeat, strong against my breasts, and his hand as it caresses my lower back, holding me close to him.
And then I feel it.
My mind instantly is taken back to the shower, the first time we met, as he stood there in front of me, bare and confident, letting me know he wanted me. I was afraid then, but not anymore. My fear and nervousness are battling it out inside me and I’m completely helpless.
Tommy’s bulge presses against my hips. He shifts and it finds a home between my legs. My body reacts, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. I feel myself getting wet and my body is on fire for him.
He wants me…and I want him.
I have no idea what to do, but Tommy does. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. His taut muscles caress my back as he places me gently on my back onto my bed. And then he’s on top of me.
We’re moving slowly, barely making a sound. Shannon’s asleep above us, and I know I shouldn’t be doing this – and somehow that makes things even hotter. Is this really how Tommy and I are going to hook up for the first time?
With a single movement, Tommy has my shirt up over my head. I raise my arms and watch as he tosses it aside. Light from the candle flickers and dances across Tommy’s gorgeous face and as he looks down on me, I realize just how much I want him to see me.
I want to show him my body and see his reaction. I’ve never felt like that before. Being comfortable in my own skin has always been a challenge for me, at least as far as how I look. I was never the “hot girl,” nor do I ever feel like I will be. But I see the desire in Tommy’s eyes, and that’s enough.
Tommy leans down and kisses my neck and the sensation is overwhelming. My entire body jerks like I’ve been given an electric shock. The bed shakes, and Tommy pulls back and looks at me with surprise.
“Sorry!” I whisper, trying not to laugh. But Tommy loves it. He smiles back and leans back down, kissing my jaw, my neck and down to my chest. With one hand, he undoes my bra and pulls it away, exposing my
breasts to him. He pulls back and looks at them, and I feel my anxiety rear its ugly head again. But when I see his reaction – it’s just bliss.
“Shit,” he says, almost to himself as he takes in my body. “You’ve got amazing tits.”
I swell inside with pride as he reaches out with both hands and squeezes my breasts. My body arches back off the bed and I inhale sharply as his thumb and index finger close around my nipples. They’re so sensitive, and he must know, because he pinches them just hard enough to hurt.
I want to squeal, but cover my mouth with my hand. We cannot wake Shannon. For a second, I almost feel bad, but there’s no way I’m stopping this. It’s Tommy, it’s naughty, it’s something I want and it is going to happen.
I’m just recovering from Tommy’s hands on me when he leans down and takes the nipple of my left breast into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I shout in a whisper. My hand finds Tommy’s shoulder, and I grab him hard. His muscles are hard, taut, conditioned, and I feel so small beneath him. He’s gorgeous. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s going to show me. It’s exactly what I’ve been wanting and I realize that now.
Tommy leans down and puts his body on mine. His chest and abs are rock hard and as he pushes his tongue back into my mouth I start to feel myself being lost more and more in his presence and power. He’s overwhelming, like a drug, and I can’t think about anything other than him.
His bulge is bigger and he’s pressed it right between my legs, teasing me, giving me an idea of what it must be like to have him inside me. He grinds against me. A wave of pleasure emanates out from my clit like a hot warm wave spreading in all directions. I feel myself breaking out in goosebumps and it feels as though my whole body is floating, lighter than air. And as Tommy reaches down with his hand, I feel my arms start to tingle.
He cups my ass hard like I’m a piece of meat he’s been longing to taste. It turns me on just how primal it is. He’s been so gentle until now, and it’s like he just can’t control himself.
“I knew it,” he whispers in my ear.
“Knew what?”
“I knew you had a great ass,” he replies, closing his lips around my earlobe. His warm breath in my ear is like a full body tickle and I press back against him, grinding my hips back against his cock, hidden in his pants but begging to get out. I’m overwhelmed. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I need it.
Tommy is in full control. Everything inside of me wants to move – do something to show him I want him, but it’s like I’m frozen in the moment, overtaken by the fact that this is actually happening right now. And after all that’s gone on, it almost doesn’t feel real. Tommy apparently can read minds though, and takes my hand and moves it to his crotch.
My fingers attempt to close around his bulge, but he’s just too big. I really have no idea what I’m doing and just squeeze, probably too hard, but Tommy pushes back against me. He likes it. Shifting slightly, he uses one hand to slip his pants down and I feel the soft skin of his lower stomach against my hand. My mouth waters as I realize just how close I am. This time, I make the move, and slip my hand down his briefs.
The feeling of his thick cock against my fingertips gives me butterflies. They spread from my stomach across my entire body. My limbs tingle with anticipation as the full reality of what’s happening hits me.
I have my hand on Tommy Mason’s cock!
I remember how it looked when he stepped out of the shower, but having my hand against it now just reinforces to me how enormous he is. To be honest, I’m actually scared as I try to close my hand around his shaft. My thumb and forefinger barely meet and he’s not fully hard yet.
“Stroke it,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting his hips forward slightly against me.
His words inflame me and I start to jerk him off. I have no idea what I’m doing and feel myself tense up. Tommy notices obviously and places his hand on mine, guiding me.
“Like this,” he tells me.
Fuck, that’s hot!
Tommy is teaching me, showing me how he likes it. Up and down. The head of his cock is swollen and even thicker, and I feel his cock grow in my hand. He pulls his briefs down the rest of the way and his cock is free. Fully hard, it aims right at me as though it only has one place to go now.
My heart is racing. I feel so inexperienced and awkward, but my body is yearning for him and there’s no going back now – even if I wanted to.
Tommy slides his body off me so he’s laying by my side. With one hand he pulls my head toward his and kisses me, and with the other, he grabs my breast. He squeezes, but lets go and slides his hand down my stomach. I know where he’s headed, and I can barely stand it. I feel my body tense up. I can’t even jerk his cock now. The anticipation is overwhelming. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff on a hot summer day, and I’m going to jump – I know I am – but I’m right at that point where I haven’t accepted it yet. But unlike standing on a cliff, where I make the decisions, Tommy is in control. And he’s not stopping.
His hand slides over my pants and down between my legs. As his fingers find my spot, my entire body reacts. My hand tightens around his cock, and a shot of concern flashes through my mind, but there’s nothing I can do right now. My body arches up off the bed and I gasp, trying my best not to wake Shannon.
With two fingers, Tommy puts pressure on my clit through the thin fabric of my pants and starts doing circles that send my head spinning. My body snaps back down onto the bed and my head lolls to the side, but Tommy presses his tongue into my mouth as he continues. I can feel how wet I am and Tommy must too, because I feel his lips smile against mine.
He opens his mouth as if to speak, but doesn’t. Instead, he hooks his thumb around the hem of my pants, then slides his hand inside.
Two fingers slip inside me and I bury my face in his neck and try not to scream. Touching Tommy’s cock was one first, and this is another. I feel a shiver course through me and I start quickly jerking his cock as he starts to finger me.
It hurts, but only a little. The pleasure far outweighs the pain. But if that’s how this feels, with only two of his fingers, how am I going to take his entire cock? I feel a wetness against my hand and look down to see a slick stream of precum dripping from the tip of his dick. It coats my palm and my hand slides more easily over his shaft, and Tommy must like it, because he growls in my ear.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says. I’m beyond turned one. I’m on fire. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and as naïve as it sounds, I really understand why people make such a big deal about this.
Tommy slides his fingers out of me and I feel how wet I am as he presses his fingertips against my clit. My hips snap back out of reflex as the pleasure hits me like a lightning bolt to the crotch. But Tommy holds firm and flicks his fingers back and forth. All control is lost. My body shivers ands squirms on its own as Tommy’s experienced fingers do their job on me.
“You like that?” He asks me.
Is that a rhetorical question? That’s what I want to say, but I can’t speak. My mouth is hanging open, my eyes are snapped shut and my breath is caught in my chest. I feel an orgasm approaching.
Already?
Tommy must be able to sense it, as he picks up the pace, pressing harder – not too hard, but just enough to inflame me even more. This is no ordinary orgasm that I can feel swelling inside me. The sensation is radiating out across my entire body, through my legs and my arms. My hands are tingling and my toes feel warm. I can feel his cock, hard in my hand, but all I can do is hold on – hold on while Tommy shows me how this is done.
When my orgasm comes, it’s like being hit by a truck. My head snaps back and I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids. I gasp, too loud, but Tommy slaps a palm across my mouth, silencing me. That just turns me on more, amplifying my pleasure.
Waves of pleasure spill over me, swarming out from Tommy’s fingers to cascade across me, leveling me as I submit to him. My moans spill out against his palm and are silenced a
s my entire body cums. My hips buck without control, but Tommy is strong and manages to keep his fingers where they need to be.
As I start to come back down to Earth, Tommy’s fingers slow, perfectly, just at the right time, like he can read my mind. My eyes open and meet his. It’s sublime. It’s unbelievable. His cock is a bar of hard, warm steel in my hand as he gently caresses my clit, making sure to be careful of just how unbelievably sensitive I am right now.
“How was that?” He asks quietly.
“I mean—,” I start to speak, but what is there to say? I brush a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead and just shake my head in amazement. I feel Tommy’s chest expand as he chuckles against me.
“Good,” he says, as though I told him just how I feel. “Now I’m going to show you something else.”
Without waiting, Tommy slides up on the bed beside me. His enormous cock traces a line up my stomach to my breasts, dripping precum over my skin. He inches closer, and when I realize what he’s doing, another shot of anxiety hits me.
He wants me to suck his dick.
He slides an arm around my head and pulls it toward him, at the same time as he pushes his hips forward. His dick is an inch from my lips. I can see every vein, the taut skin and the dark swollen head, the wet precum spilling from the tip. It’s gorgeous, and I want it.
“Open your mouth,” he tells me, and I obey. He pushes forward at the same time as he pulls my head down and slides his cock between my lips. The first thing I notice, beside the fact that he barely fits in my mouth, is the sweet, salty taste of his precum. There’s something so primal about it that my entire body reacts and I feel myself get even more wet, as though that were even possible.
I want to devour him. I want his cock deep down my throat and in every part of me. If this is what his precum tastes like, I want to taste his cum. I want to feel his cock shoot into my mouth and swallow and look up at him as I do it. Suddenly every part of me wants to please him. And why shouldn’t I? He just gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life.
My mouth fills completely as Tommy eagerly presses his cock into my mouth. I run my tongue across it, the best I can, and feel the smooth skin, tracing a vein that runs up his shaft. The head is pressed against the back of my mouth. If he goes any further I’ll gag. I know I will. But I don’t want to. I want to take it all. But that’s going to take some practice.