Romance: The College Bad Boy: A Young Adult Romance

by Veronica Cross

  “Oh, no,” Amanda thought in the back of her mind. “What am I going to do? He’s coming closer! And he’s naked!” the thoughts were rotating in her mind until he stood right in front of her, close enough for her to feel his warm breath. His scent, a mixture of sweat and desire, was driving her crazy. She knew it was crazy, but she was actually letting him get closer to her, not being able to resist or back away. The temptation was so strong, so powerful, that Amanda let herself get carried away by her own desire.

  Chapter 6: Burning Desire

  Having just shifted from his bear form into a human, Roger hadn’t had time to get dressed, when he saw Amanda. Her eyes, exploring his body with such an intensity that it made him instantly turned on, were sparkling with a strange glow. Roger came closer, took her head into his strong hands and tilted her face upwards, to look into her eyes. What he saw there, made him sure of his suspicion: she wanted him. Her darkened slits, blushed cheeks, deep breathing, and that scent! The scent of the turn-on, that drove him crazy. Of course he could get her body in his strong hands and have her in a minute, but he was worried that he would scare her and lose her forever, so he had to be cautious and as gentle as he could manage in his passionate state. He realized that she liked his touch, as there was no resistance. He still had her face in his hands, close enough to feel her burning breath on his face. Her parted lips were full and inviting, longing for a kiss. He caught her gaze drop from his eyes to his lips, and took it as a hint.

  Amanda was speechless and confused with what was happening with her. Her face in his strong warm hands, looking into his deep brown eyes from such a short distance, made her hypnotized and set her in a trance. She looked at his lips, seeming so real now, unlike the numerous times that she had imagined them. Now they were so near, so sweet-looking. And they were coming closer and closer, until she shut her eyes, as their lips united in a fiery slow kiss. Her first kiss. In her age. In her state of undeniable phobia of men, which was wearing off right then and there, because what she felt was the most amazing feeling on earth.

  Touching her lips with his, melted Roger completely. Amanda had such tender lips, moist and warm, waiting to be caressed by him. She wasn’t showing any resistance, and Roger was trying to keep control of the gentleness, however hard and impossible it seemed. Her lips were moving together with his, kissing him back. Roger noticed that her eyes were closed and her eyebrows brought together, as if she was frowning. Closing his eyes, he tried to find her tongue with his. A soft moan escaped her mouth, which was muffled by the deepening kiss. She was short of breath, he could tell, but he didn’t stop the kiss, which went on for a few minutes. Now he had her tiny body in his hard embrace, bringing her closer to himself.

  Amanda could feel Roger’s body pressed on hers, as his hands held her tightly. The kiss was still going on, making her short of breath and weak. If he weren’t holding her, she would probably fall onto the ground. Getting accustomed to his tongue inside her mouth, Amanda took a deep breath and tentatively put her hands around his neck. As if it fueled him: Roger took Amanda by her armpits and held her up, pressing her body to his. Hanging mid-air, supported by Roger’s strong hands, Amanda was burning hot, and just then Roger held one of her legs and put it around his waist. Doing the same with her other leg, Roger had her wrapped her legs around his waist, his dick pressing gently right onto her feminine parts.

  “Oh,” Amanda moaned again, unable to get free, as he was holding her thighs with his hands and pressing her harder onto his body.

  “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, stopping the kiss. He looked at Amanda, her puffy pink lips, her eyes full of burning desire and passion. Holding her butt with one hand, Roger tore her red dress, revealing her white soft breasts.

  “Oh!” Amanda shrieked now, surprised by his action. But she grew even hotter and wetter, her feet still wrapped around him, his strong hand holding her butt. She was too conscious that he was looking at her breasts, as he was moaning and getting closer to them.

  With one hand he started caressing one breast, going towards the soft pink nipple. However big his desire was to attack the breast like a savage, Roger maintained some calmness, taking the nipple into his fingers and pressing gently. Seeing it harden, he took the other nipple into his mouth, playing with his tongue and gently rubbing with his teeth.

  ***

  Amanda arched her back, moaning with pleasure and wanting more. She felt him gently biting her nipple, which hardened, giving her pleasant chills. Being almost naked in the hands of such a strong and passionate man, Amanda felt very vulnerable. She was breathless and extremely wet. She felt that Roger was being rougher, making her scared and hot at the same time.

  Roger grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it, while playing with the other nipple with his tongue. He couldn’t maintain his gentleness anymore, as it was next to impossible. He could tell it was rough, the way she moaned and put her hand onto his. Roger put Amanda’s feet down on the ground and walked towards a tree, still hugging her. Trapping her between the tree and himself, Roger pulled the rest of the dress off her, leaving only the white small underwear on. He looked at her beautiful trembling body, tilting his head, his hands going towards the underwear. “Calm down, Roger,” he managed to think. “This babe is yours, calm down. Don’t scare her.” He tried to be gentler, but the thought and sight of having her in his hands blinded him completely.

  Amanda stood there only in her thong, unable to move, thirsty for more kissing and anticipating more pleasure. Roger had her in his hard embrace, pulling her closer. His strong naked body was hot and sweaty, rubbing with hers. His scent driving her crazy, Amanda put her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a kiss. This time it was a totally different kiss – fast-paced and rough. Tongues were involved, and Roger grabbed the breasts again, both of them, squeezing them in the rhythm of the kiss.

  “Oh, Roger,” Amanda whispered through the kiss. The tingling between her legs was becoming intolerable, seeming like a fire, needed to be extinguished.

  Roger couldn’t wait anymore. His throbbing dick needed her. One of his hands around her waist, Roger started caressing her body with the other, slowly going down towards her underwear. With each second her breathing became faster. With one swift movement he tore her underwear, making her scream. He wasn’t sure: was it a scream of pleasure or fright? He didn’t have clear mind to think at all; all he wanted was Amanda and her entire body, naked and sexy, right in front of him, in his hands, waiting to be had.

  Amanda was naked and too conscious about it. She knew it was normal, as he was also naked, and they were having sex. But the thought of being naked with him was too much for her. Roger tried to reach between her legs, even though Amanda had squeezed her legs together, not knowing what to do.

  “Hey, baby,” Roger whispered, breathing faster, looking into her eyes, “relax, baby… You’re so sexy.” That was all that he could manage to tell her. He wanted to tell her that he would be gentle, but he wasn’t sure if he would, so he just didn’t say it. Reaching her lips with his, he kissed her slowly, passionately, rubbing, squeezing and playing with her breasts with one hand, while doing the same with her butt with his other hand. He could tell she was burning with desire, wanting him, wanting more than that, but he needed to make sure he wasn’t raping her, so he let her have her pace. He wasn’t sure if he could make it in her pace, though, but as long as he could do, it would be fine. Feeling her passionate kisses and moans, Roger attacked her. He lay her down on the ground and got on top of her, still kissing her lips. It surprised her, but he was blind with passion already and couldn’t stop. He opened her legs wide and got between them. Stopping the kiss, he looked at her: her blue eyes, dark with desire, her panting, which made her breasts go up and down, her hardened nipples and opened legs were more than he could take. He lowered himself between her legs and reached her clit with his tongue. Such a soft and small spot, ready to be touched and licked.

  “OH, Roger,” Amanda said panting. Lying on the
grass, her legs separated, with Roger between them, holding her thighs and playing with her clit with his tongue while kissing it gently, sent pleasant vibes up Amanda’s entire body. “Roger, oh, Roger!” she was whispering.

  ***

  Her pants and whispers of appreciation fueled Roger. Especially when he saw how wet she was. His dick was also impatient: hard and big, erect as a rock. Getting his dick between her legs, Roger pressed gently. He got inside easily, and right then he felt her tense her entire body, moaning. He knew he had to stop until she got used to his size, besides, he realized that she was a virgin.

  It didn’t hurt, she thought, but Amanda wasn’t used to having things inside of her, and yes, it hurt a little, which made her tense. After stopping for a few seconds, Roger resumed going deeper inside of her, creating rhythmic movements. The rhythm got faster, harder and rougher. Much rougher. It made her squeal, but pleasure was more than pain, having him on top of her, looking into her eyes, holding one of her legs with one hand, while rubbing her breasts with the other. Pleasure accumulated inside of her, and it got to the point of being intolerable. Getting entirely tense, Amanda felt her pleasure going to the peak and then releasing like a volcano.

  Bringing her over the edge was all that Roger was waiting for. He also released the tenseness, being as hard and rough as he could possibly be, holding her neck close to his and feeling the same pleasure as her. Panting, moaning and some shrieking, mixed together. They knew it would be over in a few seconds. They hugged each other, lying down, still united, still breathing heavily.

  It was incredible. Unbelievable. Magical.

  Chapter 7: Sweet memories

  Just being in Roger’s embrace for about ten minutes, doing nothing at all, it was the most peaceful and relaxing feeling in the world. Resting her head on his strong chest, feeling his warm breath upon her hair, while lying down with him naked on the grass, gave Amanda the sense of security and warmness that she had been longing for all of her life. It was a feeling she didn’t want to let go. It was something she needed like air and water. The feeling of love. Trust. Safety. That man, who was a stranger, but at the same time someone who had ignited in her unbelievable sparks, had opened for her doors behind which she had never been, had shown her wonders of magic. He seemed magical to her.

  “Amanda,” Roger said. Amanda heard his deep voice coming out from his chest. His voice was so deep and sexy, and he pronounced her name with such special sweetness, that it made Amanda smile and close her eyes, cuddling more comfortably.

  “My beautiful Amanda,” Roger said again, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. “Do you want to shower under the waterfall?”

  Amanda opened her eyes. It had never occurred to her that she could have a shower with Roger. Under the waterfall. It would be so romantic. She felt her heartbeat get stronger and faster. The thought was so pleasant. She lifted her head a little bit and looked at him. Still the same handsome face, the same curly brown hair, the same dark brown eyes, looking into hers, the same sweet lips, with a playful smile on them. No, it wasn’t a dream. In fact, it was so real, and it felt so right, so natural, that Amanda nodded. Roger got up slowly, holding Amanda’s hand and helping her up, too. Then they stepped onto the rocks and reached the big black rock, right under the waterfall. The water came crushing down on them. Amanda started to giggle, as Roger hugged her and kissed her forehead gently.

  ***

  Sitting alone in the cabin, the red torn dress wrapped around her body, her wet hair dripping on her bare thighs, Amanda was staring on the wall, with a frozen smile on her otherwise expressionless face. She looked like a statue. The only thing that she did was breathing. She was in her cabin for an hour, sitting like that. Memories were flooding her mind, leaving her in a paralyzed state. The way he looked. The way he looked at her. His deep menacingly sexy eyes, piercing her from head to toe. The way he came closer and touched her. The way he kissed her. The taste of his warm, sweet lips. The way he tore her dress. Amanda shivered at that memory. She could still feel his lips embracing her nipple tightly. Unwillingly she touched her breasts, tentatively squeezing them a little. And when he entered her… a mixture of pain and pleasure, giving her both thrill and anxiety. The memories were so vivid, so powerful, that Amanda was still dizzy. She remembered how Roger had wrapped her in her torn red dress, had lifted her in his embrace and had carried her through the woods towards her cabin.

  “Roger,” she had said, glancing over his shoulder, “there’s a bear in the woods.” Roger had looked at her silently, before answering: “Don’t be afraid, be sure he won’t hurt you.”

  Amanda smiled at the thought. Now she was rocking forward and backward, comfortable in her feelings and memories, wanting the memories to rotate in her head forever, as she wasn’t able to quench her thirst.

  ***

  Having shifted into his bear form, Roger was on the top of the hill, sitting on the ground. Amanda… such a beautiful girl, so innocent, so sweet. He couldn’t do anything else, except think deeply about each detail. She was feeling love for the first time. He clearly remembered her every moan, her every heartbeat, her confused face, her passion-driven eyes. There was one thing though, that made him unhappy: she was afraid of bears. She had told him that there was a bear and she was afraid. Even though he had told her that there was nothing to be afraid of, he knew she felt vulnerable in the forest because of the bear. But how could he explain to her that the bear was him, and he would never hurt her. “She mustn’t know about my bear form, otherwise…” he didn’t know what would happen otherwise. Maybe it would scare her to death. Or maybe she would stop the construction and run away from there. He wasn’t sure. He thought that she had feelings for him. She seemed to be in love with him. That thought comforted his aching heart a little. “I love you, Amanda,” he whispered, the words making real sense. More real than anything else in the world, and it was what mattered most to him.

  Running through the woods calmed him. He needed to release the accumulated energy, which was nearly killing him. He missed her. It was only an hour that she went to her cabin, saying that she needed to return, as one of her friends would be there to take her back to the city soon, so he had taken her back to her cabin. It was only an hour, but he was missing her like a crazy. What if she had regretted what had happened between them? Running through the forest was the second thing Roger needed; the first thing being Amanda.

  ***

  Suddenly Amanda realized that soon Andy would come to take her to the city, as they had arranged in the morning. She jumped up, rushed to get something to put on. Finding shorts and a top in her backpack, she quickly got dressed, got her wet hair up in a ponytail and started to get her backpack ready. She didn’t have many things, so the packing lasted a minute. Amanda ate the last sandwich and the apples. She was very sad that she was going to leave the forest: if only for a few days. Sighing, Amanda got out of the cabin, locking the door, and looked around. She hoped to see Roger again, but instead, she heard Andy’s car somewhere near before it appeared in front of the cabin. Andy got out of it, smiling.

  “Hi, Amanda,” he said, “I see you’re packed and ready. Get in.”

  Amanda tried to smile, avoiding Andy’s eyes. She had a strange feeling that her eyes would give her secret away to Andy. She hurriedly got into the car, shaking the weird ideas away. When the car pulled off, Amanda turned to look at the woods behind, hoping to see Roger. Instead, she heard a bear howl somewhere away, deep in the forest.

  “Amanda,” Andy said, “Are you happy with the construction?”

  “Yes, of course!” Amanda said, faking a smile. “I saw it today, and it looked rather good. It’s going ahead rather fast,” she lied. She hadn’t gone near the construction that day, being busy with Roger.

  “I see,” Andy said. “I’m glad that you like the place, Mandy. That’s what matters.”

  Amanda smiled, looking at Andy. She was glad that her friends had stopped convincing her to change the location of the h
otel. Now it meant a lot more to her. Now there was someone there who had entered her heart without permission and was trying to settle down and reside inside of her heart. Roger. Her strong, powerful, rough, gentle, sweet Roger. Amanda realized how much she was missing him. The farther they drove, the stronger her heartache became. She was longing for Roger, needing him, missing him.

  Andy turned on music in the car, and the rest of the way they drove without talking, listening to music. Nearly all the songs were about love, passion, missing somebody, and Amanda could relate to all the songs. She took in all the lyrics, rotating them in her head, sometimes nodding secretly, and sometimes holding back a single drop or two of tears.

  ***

  When Amanda and Andy reached Maggie’s house, all of their friends were already there.

  “Hi, Mandy!” Maggie hugged her. “You’re just in time for dinner! Come in, sit. Andy, you too.”

  “How are you, Amanda?” Luisa asked, smiling.

  “I’m very well,” Amanda said. She knew she was happy to be with her friends again, but deep inside her heart she wanted to be alone, if only for a few hours, to remember Roger, to miss him properly, to allow herself a few tears, to understand why that feeling of love was so strong, to enjoy the memories of her first time, and many more firsts.