Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Chapter Four - Sarah

  I really hadn’t planned to show up. The whole situation was so strange like some kind of fairy tale or worse, a rowdy Shakespearean comedy like A Comedy of Errors, embarrassing hilarity likely to ensue. Yet, I still just couldn’t stay away. There was something about Cooper that pulled me to him—like a moth to a bulb. I was drawn into his light like some kind of natural force. One that was strong enough to override everything that I usually felt. Plus, he was Camilla’s brother, though, that really didn’t bother me as much as it might have. If anything, it served as another connection between us when viewed from a particular perspective.

  I changed out of my more formal wear into some plain, soft denim jeans and a nice, sleeveless blouse. There were pictures of penguins embroidered along were the buttons were, which I thought was pretty cute, especially when I basically lived in the desert. Camilla was the first one to ever laugh at the joke without needing to have it explained to her. I had wanted to go sexy, really impress him, and show him how interested I was, but I wasn’t quite sure what Cooper was planning. So I figured the jeans and penguins—peng-ins as I called them when I was feeling cute—would do for almost anything the sexy boy had in mind. He could have been taking me to the philharmonic, but somehow, I doubted it.

  I thought Cooper’s eyes might fall out of his head when he saw me. He seemed almost as surprised to see me at his office as I was to be there. At least we were starting off on a point of agreement, which could only be a good thing.

  “Your car or mine?” he asked, after confirming I hadn’t actually had his baby sister abducted.

  “Yours,” I said with a coy wink

  At least I hoped it was coy. The truth was my car was a bit of a wreck. A ‘65 Mustang that hadn’t been within ten feet of a mechanic’s shop since about ‘85. It still ran but barely and got a pretty bad shimmy whenever I put it over fifty miles per hour. Whatever it was that Cooper drove, it had to be better than my heap. Besides which, one of the few lessons I had heard from my dad was how much pride a man could take in his car. I didn’t know if Cooper was one such man, but it seemed worth it to hedge my bets.

  I really didn’t know what it was about this man with the sad eyes the intrigued me so. All I really did know about that situation, at least, was that I really wanted him to like me.

  Where he took me was a total shock. I had heard stories about such places, even seen a few in movies and T.V. and stuff, though, I never would have thought I would have set foot, booted as it might have been, into a cowboy bar. They had really gone all out too, authenticity apparently being the name of the game—at least in terms of the spaghetti western version of authenticity. I half expected Clint Eastwood wearing a poncho to come strutting in through the door behind us. The spurs on his boots making a happy jingle like sleigh bells.

  “I’ve never really brought anyone here before. The guys don’t really like the music or the atmosphere. I tried with Camilla, but she just took one look at the name and insisted that I take her to Caesar’s Palace.” Cooper shrugged. “Probably because it was her birthday, and she was just old enough to gamble. Cleaned up too. I was surprised we weren’t subtly asked to leave by large men in tuxedos with earpieces.”

  I could believe it. Not just the part about Camilla excelling at gambling that really wouldn’t surprise me. She would always kick my ass when we would play poker at school. It got to the point that no one really wanted to play with her anymore; their student loans already quite high enough. I wasn’t surprised that Cooper’s colleges weren’t interested in the music and atmosphere of The Dude Ranch Bar & Grill. It struck me as slightly dirty, and not just in terms of cleanliness.

  The closest thing to the country I ever got growing up was my daddy’s golf club functions, where he would show me off like I was just another trophy. If he’d had more friends around, I might have wondered the same thing about Cooper, but I could tell from his expression that his enthusiasm for the place was quite genuine. I decided to put on a brave face. It might even be fun if I gave it a chance.

  It was an ale storm. I was never much of a drinker before. Yet, that night with Cooper, the empties were arranged on the bar counter like some kind of post-modern musical instrument. To be fair, most of it had been taken in by Cooper, who appeared to have an endless tolerance for punishment. I caught myself wondering idly if Cooper Jones might have some kind of relation to Keith Jones, the hockey player.

  I made the mistake of ordering wine at first. They’d had some and brought me a glass without much trouble, but it tasted like vinegar, to the point that I suspected that they might have been playing a trick on the new girl.

  “I suggest you switch to beer,” Cooper teased.

  I did, and it actually started to taste really good after the second or third bottle. My contribution to the collection lagging well behind his. I didn’t want to get drunk. I was having way too much fun just being near him, almost nothing else mattered.

  Eventually, we found ourselves on the dance floor. Truth be told, I had the rhythm of a banana slug, but I didn’t care, and Cooper was helping me along anyway. Both of his hands were on my hips in a way that made my pussy wet. Overtaken by emotions and hormones, the beer not helping either, I kissed him. It was a crazy moment of wild abandon, throwing everything I had ever been taught about being a proper lady out the window. And it was fucking amazing. Particularly when he kissed me back.

  His hands gradually moved from my hips to my ass. I gasped softly. Cooper was the first man to ever touch me there. I was surprised and thrilled at the same time. My mind spinning, thinking a million things at once, I started to gently grind against him. The feeling of his rock hard thigh heaven against my wet pussy. Everything seemed to be headed toward a one-night stand.

  “You want to try something really different?” he asked, out of the blue.

  “You dare me?” I asked, hoping against hope he was going to ask me to go home with him.

  “If that what it takes?” Cooper said in a way that made me tremble most deliciously.

  “Do tell.”

  “I dare you to ride the mechanical bull.”

  “I will if you do,” I challenged.

  “Honey, I’m counting on it.”

  Riding the bull was a bizarre feeling. Scary, exciting, and arousing at the same time. I really hadn’t expected the saddle to rub up against me the way that it had, the vibration of the mechanisms, and my silk panties assisting with the process. I was near an orgasm by the time it was over, beating Cooper’s record time by .8 of a second.

  “Good job,” he said, helping me down off the saddle.

  Indeed it was. A fact it was almost impossible to get me to shut up about as he settled our tab. I was just so excited to have done so well at something utterly new to me—like finding out that you were really good at darts without ever having thrown before. I was sure there was a degree of beginner’s luck as well as the dumb kind, but that did little to damped my enthusiasm.

  Chapter Five - Sarah

  Out in the warm Nevada night, Cooper started walking. Even with his apparent tolerance to alcohol, he still wasn’t about to drive. I caught up to him, his long, powerful legs giving him a distinct advantage, and wrapped both my arms around his, laying my cheek against his shoulder. I was dizzy both from the bull and also from my wicked attraction to him.

  “Want to share a cab?” Cooper asked, seemingly unflappable.

  “My apartment is only a few blocks away,” I said, noticing the cross street.

  “Would you like me to walk you home?” he asked, like a gentleman.

  “That would be lovely, thank you,” I said, resisting the urge to take on a Southern accent.

  As we walked, Cooper letting me lead the way, he took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and I was confident he felt it as much as I did.

  All too soon, we were at the front entrance of my building. It should have ended the
re. I was a good girl, and that was what good girls did. Were I following the proper protocols, the most he might get was a peck on the cheek.

  Fuck the proper protocols.

  “Would you like to come up?” I asked.

  “More than anything,” he confessed.

  As Cooper put his hand back on my ass, giving me a little squeeze, releasing pleasure through my body like squeezing juice from an orange, he let me lead the way up to my place. Kissing the back of my neck as I unlocked the door, he scooped me up into his arms as soon as it gave way, taking the click of the lock as a sort of starter’s pistol. Kissing me deeply, my arms gently around his neck. Cooper closed the door with his foot. We were going to fuck, and I was finally going to know what it felt like to have a woman’s pleasure.

  Sensing his way into the bedroom, Cooper lay me down gently on the bed. No sooner had I touched the duvet than he began to undress me. Making quick work of my boots and socks, he started on my jeans. Bending my legs so my bare feet were up in the air and my knees were near my tits, he got them off in one smooth move, taking my panties along with them. Then it was the peng-in’s turn. Undoing the buttons one by one, he planted a soft kiss on every inch of my flesh as it was revealed to him.

  “No bra?” he asked when he got to the part where the front should have been.

  I shook my head rapidly giddy with excitement and so glad to have him touch me. Everything Cooper did filling me with such incredible joy.

  “Naughty girl,” he teased with a smile.

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured. “I’m a very, very naughty girl.”

  “Do you like being dirty? You do, don’t you.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, a thrill running straight through me.

  “Want me to fuck you, you dirty girl?”

  “Yes!”

  Getting my shirt the rest of the way unbuttoned, he whipped it across the room, leaving me naked and vulnerable beneath him. I was completely his to do with as he wished.

  He resumed kissing me, working his way down between my breasts and over my belly. Such was my innocence at the time, it wasn’t until he got all the way down to my pelvis that I realized where he was headed. Nuzzling his mouth between my open legs, he gave my tight, virgin pussy a long, light lick with his gentle tongue, caressing it the length of my delicate, pink lips. He did it again and again, making me moan long and deep. I put both my hands down on the back of his head, in case he was thinking about stopping any time soon. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to lick me until I screamed with an orgasm.

  He picked up speed a little and slipped a finger inside me to gently work my pussy as he lapped at me. I started to shake, my moans sounding like I was sitting on a washing machine on the spin cycle. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, that I was at the absolute limit of what was possible, he cranked it up to eleven. Moving his tongue in hard circles over the top of my pussy, focusing on my clit, while finger fucking me until I screamed. My neighbors could be forgiven if they called the police, thinking I was being murdered. On the upside, the apartments were pretty well sound-proofed.

  Cooper switched back to long gentle licks to clean me up and calm me down as I came down from my orgasmic high, eventually dropping into tender kisses on my outer lips, which still felt really good. Not enough to make me want to cum again but dame close. As he smooched, he took off his shirt, pants, and boxers.

  I had spent some time that day, as well as that night, wondering what his cock might look like. Finally, I was going to get to see it in real-time. Standing by the side of the bed, Cooper helped me up into a sitting position. Bringing me roughly to eye level with the biggest fucking monster cock I had ever seen—or, more accurately, ever imagined. I was scared to touch it at first, not sure what might happen if I did it wrong.

  Once again, Cooper took me in hand, literally in that case, and lay my hand on the rock hard shaft of his manhood. With a small breath of courage, I wrapped my hand around the massive thing. Or, at least I tried, actually getting about halfway around the total circumference.

  Leaving his hand around my wrist, Cooper guided me through how to stroke him, moving my hand smoothly up and down his shaft. When he was confident I had the gist of it, he let go, letting me try it myself for a while. As I stroked his cock, Cooper stroked my back, filling me with the most lovely calm, allowing me really enjoy the experience of giving my very first handjob.

  Eventually, his hand went up to my head, urging me gently forward. I went with it, opening my mouth, getting his cock a little more than a quarter of the way in before I enthusiastically closed my lips and started to suck.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  I did, keeping my eyes on his as I sucked his huge cock, his hand on the back of my head, letting me know what to do. I must have done a pretty good job, because before long, Cooper was trembling and tensing up. I would later realize what this meant, though I didn’t know it at the time.

  “Keep your mouth open,” he commanded, taking his cock from my mouth and tilting my head back.

  I didn’t know why he had done that, but still, I obeyed him. The first volley of his massive load blasted into my mouth seconds later. Instinctively, I swallowed it down, loving the sweet taste as I did. I knew what cum was in a general sense, but no one ever told me it tasted so fucking good.

  I got a second helping a few seconds later and then more. I had closed my eyes to savor the delicious flavor, and he didn’t seem to mind. Eventually, the cum stooped, and I licked what was left off his lovely, shiny head, trying to get as much as I possibly could.

  Cooper pulled me close and kissed me deeply. I responded with everything I had. Wanting to let him know how much I loved it and how much I wanted even more.

  As though reading my mind, he lay me down on my back, so I was looking at the ceiling. I gasped when he took me by the ankles, more from surprise than anything else, relaxing again as he gently parted my legs. The fresh air tickled my wet pussy, making me smile.

  The kisses were light and loving. Starting with my feet, which felt better than I ever thought it could, Cooper worked his way up and over my pussy, forging ahead across my belly and between my breasts. Finally ending up at my mouth, he kissed me passionately after subtly and gently mounting me. The head of his cock pressing up against my little, virgin pussy.

  “I-it’s my f-first, t-t-time,” I stammered, overtaken by another shudder of desire.

  “I know.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course,” he said, slipping the head inside, making me shift and gasp.

  “How?” I whispered, my mind flooded with pleasure.

  “I knew the second I started fingering you. You are really tight, sweetheart. The sort that only comes with virginity.”

  Cooper started moving gently, working the head of his cock in my tight little pussy, making me moan with exquisite pleasure.

  “Which is why I am going to burst your sweet little cherry. And then, when the pain has subsided, and you can take me fully, I am going to fuck you until you scream.”

  Cooper was as good as his word. Working the head of his cock against my clit until I had relaxed enough, he did, indeed, keep going until the head of his cock was right up against my cherry. I had no idea it was possible to be filled up so completely by a man, but I loved every second of it. Even when, after pausing at my cherry and pulling back a bit, he went forward again, busting through my virginity in one smooth, slow thrust, stopping at the other end.

  I squeaked. I’m not ashamed to admit it. It wasn’t loud, but it happened. It hurt, but not like I was warned it would. Just a bit of a pinch, like getting blood drawn only not even that bad, and it had more to do with the ginormous size of his cock in my tight little pussy than what it had done to my cherry.

  “Breath, sweetheart. Slow, deep breaths.”

  I did as he said, slowly getting more relaxed. Soon enough, the pain was gone completely replaced by the most wonderful ple
asure as his cock filled me.

  “Ready, Sarah?”

  “Y-yes.”

  Putting my legs up, so my ankles were against his shoulders, Cooper pushed in even further and started to pump, working his beautiful cock deep inside me. It took my brain a minute to catch up with what was happening, but when it did, it was like a lightning strike. My body actually jolted from the sheer force of Cooper pumping his massive cock deep inside, filling me to the brim, grinding against my g-spot, making me want to shout to the heavens. So, I did. I let out loud, ragged screams, wild and animalistic to the point I barely recognized them as coming out of me, continuing as Cooper fucked me into sweet oblivion.

  The last thing I remembered was Cooper’s massive load filling me up and warming me from the inside.

  I came to a few minutes later. I was surrounded by an enveloping warmth that I at first mistook for heaven. Wouldn’t that be just the way? Accidentally fucked to death on my first go around. It was the splashing that did it. That and the ducky after I opened my eyes to get a better idea of the situation. I was very much alive, and the sweet man who had deflowered me then put me into a warm bath.

  “Oh!” I gasped, realizing that he was still in the process of cleaning me. His hand moving gently between my legs.

  “You’re awake,” he said matter-of-factory.

  “Y-yeah.”

  “Good, because it’s time you went to bed. You’ve had a big day.”

  Tucking me into bed in such a way that I was tempted to ask for a glass of water and a story, Cooper turned to leave. He might well have too, had I not caught him just in time.

  “I was just going around to the other side of the bed,” he explained.

  “Oh.”

  “Unless you want me to climb over you.”

  “Um, no, I think I can do without that, thanks anyway.”