Bad News

by Lilly James

  And I gulp.

  “I should have warned you,” Hunter runs his nose along my cheek. “I am a big boy, baby.” I feel his smile against my skin, and I am lying here thinking, ‘shit, this is going to hurt.’ Hunter seems to read my mind and tries to reassure me. “I’ll go gentle, Lou,” he tongues the side of my neck. “Don’t worry.”

  “I’m not worried.” I pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip. My turned-on body is encouraging some kind-of horny animal inside me that I never knew I had.

  Hunter’s lips grow more eager; his actions are impatient. He’s pulling my bra off, feeling across my tits, licking across my nipples. He’s taking off my trousers, caressing at my thighs, spreading his fingers between my legs.

  I gasp, my back rises a little from the bed, and I moan when he licks between my legs, over the material of my panties. It’s not quite a tongue on flesh but, God, does it feel good. My hands run along his shoulders, and he pulls my panties down my legs and groans.

  “I’m going to bury my tongue inside your pussy, but I’m not going to make you cum, baby, I want you to cum around my dick.”

  I hold my breath and bite into my bottom lip because Hunter is kissing down the inside of my thighs. Then his tongue reaches its destination. “Ohhh… Hunterrr.” I moan loudly and drag out his name.

  His tongue is swirling, flicking, plunging. My moans are getting louder; my legs are wobbling and trying to press together to relieve the pressure that is building. My fingers are pulling at Hunter’s' hair, and I am begging him to stop, not stop, and stop again. Just as I am about to explode, Hunter pulls away and runs the tip of his tongue along his lips.

  “You taste so, so sweet.”

  We crash mouths, our tongues fighting frantically. Hunter’s right-hand leaves my boob, and I feel him feeling around his nightstand. I am almost ready to take the condom out of his hand and roll it onto him myself, but the way my brain is scrambled right now, I doubt I would remember how. And besides, I have only ever rolled one onto a banana in a Sex-Ed class in middle school, anyway.

  Hunter rips the packet like a pro, and I watch him slide it on himself quickly. There is something extremely hot about the way Hunter is touching himself right now.

  A ragged, loud breath leaves Hunter's mouth as I feel him between my legs. “Are you sure about this, baby?” his eyes are soft but eager all at once.

  “Yes,” I say quickly, I want to lose my innocence to you! I hold onto his arms and lie naked, waiting, anticipating. My legs are wide open, him between them. Hunter presses his lips the side of my mouth, runs his fingers through the side of my hair and pushes in slowly, gently.

  I gasp, short labored breaths. I feel myself opening as he pushes himself inside me. It’s painful, and I close my eyes tight to try and squeeze it out. Like that will help.

  “Oh, Jesus… fucking… Christ.” Hunter’s voice is low and ragged. “You feel… God you feel… so tight.” He brings his head up from the side of my neck. “Baby, tell me if it hurts.”

  I shake my head, no. “Carry on,” I tell him. Hunter’s hand cups my cheek, and as he pulls back, he’s staring into my eyes. I bite my lip, wincing a little, and Hunter stills.

  “No,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.” I feel my way down his back, and take hold of his ass to push him into me. “Ahh.” I moan, the feeling is becoming too much. Too good. Too amazing to stop now. Hunter moans because he’s so deep, and I feel him everywhere.

  Hunter gains a steady rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. I cry out his name. Pull at his hair. My legs wrap around his waist. His hands are on my legs. His palms against my breasts. Our gasps and the sound of the bed smacking against the wall are sounds I would never have thought would turn me on. But they do.

  “Hunter.” His name falls out of my mouth almost desperately, and Hunter notices it too. Something builds inside me that was emerging while he had his tongue pressing against my clit, but this time it doesn’t stop. “Hunter, oh… God…” It feels like the big build up bursts between my legs and pours out of me in a gush. My legs tense and I claw at Hunter’s back.

  “Baby,” Hunter whispers against my lips, and his movement becomes more rigid, less controlled, faster, harder and shorter. “Ah, yesss.” Hunter’s groans come out of his throat louder as he tenses above me, then quivers until he is panting and falling on top of me.

  After a few seconds, he is relaxed and pressing gentle kisses to my face. “Fuck that was amazing.” He breathes. “How was that for you, baby?” he asks.

  “So, so good.” My legs feel like jelly, I feel sore down below, and the only thing I want to move are my eyelids to close them. But oh God, am I happy.

  “Shall we go again?” Hunter whispers against my neck.

  I nod. Hell, yes.

  Chapter 22

  Louisa

  I wake up groggily and feeling totally different. Different because I have never woken up before with bones so achy I feel like I have been run over. I feel so tired I don’t even know why I woke up in the first place. I feel different because last night my virginity was taken. Gone. Poof. Vanished. I am no more a virgin. No more a good girl. And I don’t feel like I should have ‘sister’ said before my name. It feels strange, but a good strange. Last night felt anything but strange, it felt incredible, mind-blowing. Okay, it was a little painful at first, but after he had broken me in, I was a goner.

  Hunter is fast asleep next to me, but I really need to pee, so I peel his arm from my chest and scoot out of bed. I am completely naked, which is fine because Hunter saw more of me last night than I have seen of myself, but I don’t want to get caught sneaking to the toilet naked by one of his friends. I scoop up Hunter’s t-shirt from the floor and pull it over my head. I pull out a couple of Hunter’s drawers until I find a pair of his shorts. As I step into them, I notice a little blood between my thighs and completely cringe. I shove the boxers on quickly. I will deal with it after I pee. Peeking around the door and down the hallway, I see I have the all clear, so I make a run for it. I hurry to the toilet and go as fast as I can because I notice the door doesn’t have a damn lock.

  Hunter

  I wonder where the hell Louisa has got too because she’s not next to me when I wake up. I yawn and stretch out, then glance down my body. Fuck, I’m pitching up a tent over here. I don’t think my mind has stopped thinking about how Louisa’s tight pussy feels hugging my cock since it happened last night. Jesus, no girl’s P has ever felt like Louisa’s does. I just hope I made it as special for her as she made it hella special for me.

  My dreams turn to desire because she is walking through my bedroom door. She’s got messy hair, and she’s wearing my T-shirt from last night. Fuck my dick is hard again. All girls like to wear my baseball t-shirts, but hell, they don’t look as good as Louisa does in it.

  “Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.” I climb out of bed, make my way towards her, slip my hands across her hips and clasp them behind her back. “How you feeling after last night?”

  She grins. “A changed woman.”

  I sigh and pull her into me just that little bit closer. “A changed woman is bad. I like you just as you are.”

  “I’m a little achy, too.” She admits. “But I kind of like it.”

  Oh, I bet she does. I glance down her body again, hating my baseball shirt for covering up all that treasure she’s hiding. “Shall we take a shower? I noticed you bled a little, baby.”

  Louisa looks horrified. “You did?”

  I kiss her brow. “Blondie, who cares. I just want to make sure you’re alright. Let’s go take a shower and have round four.”

  “You’re not coming in the shower with me.” She says pointedly.

  I am wounded. “Why not?”

  She coyly looks down at the floor. “Because it’s… exposure.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “What?”

  “Can’t you just picture me in the shower?” She says, wounding me further.

  “Yeah,” I scoff. “It’s not like I’ve done it
a million times already or anything.”

  “You have?” She gasps. Is she this shocked? She’s beautiful, of course I’ve whacked one out over her. Many times, I have.

  Right, let’s cut the bullshit. “Baby, I’m taking a shower with you. Stop being shy. I’ve seen you naked all night, and I need more of it.”

  “You do?”

  And now she’s surprised? I sigh. “We really need to sort out this body confidence issue, don’t we?”

  She tries to hide a growing smile. “Do we?”

  “Baby,” I press a kiss to her swollen lips–lips I have taken full advantage of all night. “Your face is stunning, from your brows to your chin.” I kiss her chin just because. “You have the best tits I have ever seen. Ever. And I’ve seen plenty.”

  She pulls that goddam irresistible innocent face. “Better than anyone?” She bites her lip, and I nod.

  “Way better. Your body makes my dick hard as fuck, and that’s when you’re dressed so you don’t want to know what it does when you’re naked.”

  Louisa runs her fingers up my chest suggestively. “I can take a guess.” She glances down my hard cock with that hungry look in her eyes.

  “And your ass.” I crane my neck to look at it. “Damn, it’s on fire. Don’t even get me started on your pus–”

  She puts a finger to my lips. “What if you’re just saying that to get in the shower with me?”

  “Trust me, I am not just saying it. It hurts me that you even think that. Know your worth, Blondie.” I kiss her again because I am like a damn addict who needs the fix of her lips, her touch, her everything. “Louisa, you are the most confident person I know but not with your body… please tell me why the hell you think you have a reason to be conscious of it?”

  She does that thing where she wrings her hands. “I don’t know. It’s all new I guess.” She shrugs. “Being naked in front of someone else.”

  I hold her at arm’s length. “Excuse me? I am not just someone else.” I take a stand back so she can see all of me, and wave a hand down my body. “You are looking at your future husband right here. How good does that make you feel?”

  She pushes my chest and laughs. “We’re going to get married now?”

  I take hold of her hands. “Well you ain’t marrying anyone else, so yeah, we are.” I smile and pull her into me again. “Look Blondie, if you want a shower alone, go ahead. I don’t want to pressure you.” I roll my eyes away. “I mean it would be nice for my hands to get to touch your wet tits, slide them all over your hot skin, massage soap between your legs.” I glance back at her again. “But that’s okay if you don’t want to. Honestly.”

  She leans up on tiptoes and kisses me. “Thank you for understanding.”

  And she goddamn turns to leave for the shower. Alone. Well, I’ll be fucked. She really doesn’t’ want to shower with me. Now I suggest I’ll have to sit on the bed and jerk the gherkin because I know Louisa is naked and using my soap on her sexy as sin body in the next room, and I can’t do jack shit about it. My life is miserable right now.

  I’m just about to wrap my palm around my cock, but the door opens. Louisa steps in with a smirk lighting up her face.

  “You want round four,” she nudges her head towards the door. “All wet and steamy?”

  I almost stumble across the bedroom floor to get to her. What the hell am I? A sixteen-year-old virgin?

  “Hell yeah, I do.” I chase Louisa into the bathroom and boot the door closed. Ripping my shirt, I free it from Louisa’s body, and kiss her deeply as I walk her backwards until we are standing in the shower. I close the glass door, but just as I put my hand on the tap to turn the water on the bathroom door swings open.

  “Ah,” Louisa yelps and hides behind me. I push her body to the tiles with my back, hiding her from my friend’s eyes.

  “Ashby, don’t you fucking knock anymore?”

  He holds his hands up. “Woah, sorry, man.”

  I wait for the door to close before I can relax.

  “What if someone else comes in?” Louisa panics.

  I turn the tap on and watch as the water trickles down her hair, falling onto her perfect tits and flowing down her stomach. I step forwards, desire ripping through me. “Then they will see us fucking.” I turn Louisa around, so her palms are resting against the tiles, then push into her.

  “Hunter!”

  Jesus, she feels fucking fantastic, and the way she moans my name is a sound I want to keep repeating.

  Louisa

  After a truly extraordinary shower, we change the bed sheets together, get dressed for college and head into the kitchen for some breakfast. I only feel like eating cereal, so Hunter makes us both a bowl and we get seated at the table. It’s just us two, eating, chatting, tenderly gazing at each other and insanely enjoying each other’s company. I find myself watching his lips when he talks, wishing they were kissing me again. I am looking at his hands and wishing they were all over me. I admire the way the short sleeves on his blue t-shirt cling to his biceps, and the way I can sort of see his bulge in his track pants.

  For the first time in the history of ever, I don’t want to go to college, I want to remain with Hunter all day. Every second of every day. This is not like me. Ashby enters the room a while later, and I look away from him immediately when his eyes meet mine.

  “Morning, Y'all,” he sings.

  I mumble a ‘morning’ and focus on finishing the rest of my Cheerio’s. I catch Ashby looking at himself in the mirror on the countertop from the corner of my eye and Hunter groans playfully.

  “Hear that?” Hunter says. “That’s the mirror telling you to get a fucking life.”

  Ashby smirks, still admiring himself in the mirror. “Brows on fleek.”

  Hunter holds his spoon in mid-air. “Did you just say…” Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose. “Remind me that our relationship is over whenever you try to talk to me again.”

  Ashby jumps onto the kitchen countertop laughing. “Don’t you wish you were as good-looking as me?”

  “Don’t you wish you had a chick to dick each night?” Hunter fires back.

  Ashby grabs an apple and rubs it along his t-shirt. “Don’t listen to Hunter, Lou, I have plenty of girls to dip my dick in.”

  I don’t know where to look.

  “Yeah, a dirty dick.” Hunter deadpans. “Dirty. Dick.”

  “My dick isn’t dirty, just busy.” Ashby winks.

  “Yeah?” Hunter scoffs. “That’s why every time you fuck a girl you sit in your room afterwards thinking about nothing but regret. Bummer.”

  “No, that’s not…” Ashby holds up a finger, then shrugs. “Yeah, you’re right. Shit.”

  “Will you keep it down; I’m trying to study next door.” Avery comes into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door so comfortably you’d think this was her house. I watch how Hunter grins and goes back to his cereal, but Ashby bites his lip when Avery bends down to grab some milk.

  “You are so wrong.” Hunter mouths to Ashby.

  Ashby bites into his apple and winks.

  “Morning, Lou.” Avery blows me a kiss and heads out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in tow.

  “FYI,” Hunter pushes his bowl away from him, looks at Ashby and crosses his arms. “You’re not supposed to gawp at your best friend’s girl’s ass.”

  Ashby throws his apple into the trash. “That’s why you’re my best friend. Hunter–the man with great advice–Holland.”

  Hunter scoffs. “Hunter–who sometimes wishes he was not the ‘fleek’ loving assholes advice giving friend–Holland.”

  “Give me some love.” Ashby high fives Hunter before making his way out of the kitchen. He hums the words ‘sexy and I know it’ as he leaves.

  I take Hunter’s cereal bowl, place it on top of mine and walk towards the sink. “I love your relationship.” I chuckle, just about to wash up.

  “Leave them.” Hunter wraps his arms around my waist and turns me to face him. “I’ll do them lat
er. Right now, all I want to do,” he presses against me. “Is you.”

  Oh, I want to do what he’s thinking too, but as I glance at the wall clock behind Hunter’s head and see that if I don’t move now, I am going to be late for class. My brain kicks my ass into gear. I hold Hunter's hands at my hips to stop them wandering.

  “Hunter, we have to get to class.”

  Hunter glances at his watch. “Shit. Okay, well, I checked your time table, and I finish an hour earlier than you at the end of the day,”

  I raise my brow. “Go on.”

  “So, I’ll come home, strip naked, lie on my bed and wait for you.” He rolls his shoulders back.“You’re welcome.”

  “I didn’t say thank you.” I grin, running my fingers up his chest.

  “No, but you were going to.” He kisses me hard. His fingers are in my hair, and he’s pushing me backwards. Keeping his lips locked with mine, he picks me up and sits me on the table. His takes a firm grip of my thighs, squeezes them then wraps them around his waist.

  “Lou,” he breathes out my name, and I know how he feels because I am becoming wet, needy, kissing him back almost violently. Check me out, last night I was Lady Mary, I lose my virginity, and I start acting like Jenna Jameson.

  “Hunter,” I pull away from his lips, but he doesn’t give up that easily. His lips are skating down my neck. “We have to go.” I am not convincing anyone.

  “I can’t pull myself away from you,” Hunter says as his hands slide down my breasts. Hunter is about to grab the hem of my shirt, but when he glances behind me, he stills.

  “Ashby, what the fuck man?”

  I turn and am mortified to see Ashby leaning against the door jamb with a grin on his face. “Just when it was getting to the good part.”

  Hunter throws an orange at his friend. “Go start puberty, asshole.”

  “Is this what you call starting,” Ashby pulls down the front of his pants, and I see his willy as his wiggles it in his hands. Holy fu–

  Hunter covers my eyes. “Get the fuck out of here, man.”

  I can’t hide my embarrassment; I feel my cheeks heating up by the second. I mean, I get to nineteen without seeing a penis in the flesh, but this morning, I got to see two! Oh, lord.