by Kitty Berry
I know I should feel disgusted as I sit here and listen to his escapades, and I do, but I also can’t help myself from growing wet with arousal. It shames me to admit it, but I already know that the minute he reaches for me, I’ll be a sure thing. By the time he finishes this tale, I may already have had an orgasm from hearing his voice tell me the details of his night.
Hearing about Pete as a bystander was one thing, but as he continues, and I’m made to listen to him tell me about his experience, I quietly choke on a sob. “I stood in front of one of the chicks and guided her lips over my cock. Another girl stood next to me, I finger fucked her while her friend sucked me hard and so deep. I don’t think she had any gag reflex at all. Allen went behind her and plunged balls deep inside. She deep throated me the whole fucking time. When Allen and she came within seconds of each other, I blew me load in her mouth. The other chick creamed on my hand.”
The memories piss me off and make me question what I’m thinking now. Is Pete still that same guy or has he learned from his mistakes? Will this be like last time or is he a better man? He mentioned training subbie girls. Will that be his excuse to fuck other women?
I need to confront him, so I storm through the bathroom door and find Pete in the shower with his firm erection in his hand. He makes eye contact and moans deep as I watch him masturbate under the water. He pumps himself harder and faster once he knows I’m watching. One thing leads to another and I quickly forget my earlier thoughts of the past and questions about the future. Instead, I end up on my knees.
Later that night at the restaurant, I, never in a million years, expected to be face-to-face with none other than Scott Bosio. Scott was a guy from Pete’s fraternity that had a little thing for me when we were in school. I think it was mostly because he hated Pete. Pete was everything he wanted to be, always just a little bit better than him. Scott was good looking where Pete was drop dead gorgeous. He was smart where Pete was brilliant, never applying much time or effort to his studies and still managing a 3.9 GPA every semester. Scott was well liked where Pete was the life of the party, the big man on campus. Scott had a couple of girlfriends where Pete had a harem.
So that night at the frat party, when Scott trapped me alone on the balcony with no escape, shouldn’t have been a surprise. He said he was trying to even the score with Pete. I had suspected that Pete had probably fooled around with some of his frat brother’s girlfriends but I was never sure until that night.
“Pete slept with Lily,” he confirmed. “When she was my girlfriend. It’s his fault that we parted ways. So the way I see things, you owe me a fuck to make things right” he slurs, so drunk he can barely stand up straight.
If I wasn’t wearing my very pointy shoes, things that night might have ended much differently. But when Scott grabbed me and tried to pull at my shirt, I knew what he was going to try to do. I knew if I didn’t do something the drunk bastard would take what he wanted. I couldn’t let that happen so I kicked him; I lodged the point of my shoes into his balls as hard as I could. He doubled over and I ran.
Lucky for me, I found Pete and he agreed to take me home. That was the night I gave Pete my virginity. I had come too close to losing it to a guy I would never want to think about again. I decided right there and then, on that balcony, that if I got out of there a virgin, I would give it up to Pete as soon as I could. Pete, the only boy I knew I was in love with. The one boy I would remember for the rest of my life.
In the present, I must have been lost in my thoughts because one minute Scott is trying to dance with me and the next we’re being escorted outside. I listen as Pete smooth talks the bouncer who recognizes me and allows us back inside with his apologies. Pete asks me to dance and I need to feel the safety of his arms around me, right now I need the security only he can provide.
Pete’s words break me. They’re everything I’ve waited years to hear. I know I should hold out, make sure he’s going to be true to his word, but there’s something in the tone of his voice, in the urgency of his words that make me crumble. I believe everything he says, and for the first time, I believe that Pete Roman and I might have a future together.
October 2008
Pete
As fall descends upon us, the air grows crisp and windy. Football season begins, sororities and frats are in full swing, and the campus is one big party. Todd and I take Amanda and Raina with us to a keg party at our frat house. Our frat parties have grown to legendary status, someone usually ends up either jumping off the balcony or starting a fire.
Todd sticks by Amanda’s side all night, but Raina and I mingle with everyone, one of the advantages of being friends with benefits. There’s this part of me that wants to keep the other girls interested, if they knew I was going to Raina whenever I wanted, they wouldn’t be so easy to get on their knees or their backs. Like Kelly for example, if she knew that I would end up in my bed later tonight with Raina naked in my arms, she would never agree to head into the woods with me now. But she doesn’t know about Raina and me, she thinks we’re just neighbors and friends, so she willingly comes for a walk.
Then as I’m leading her into the woods for some semblance of privacy, I question myself. What the fuck am I doing with this mediocre chick when I can have Raina Montgomery? But the thought of having Raina is so overwhelming. The thought of making her mine just seems so permanent, like the end to my youth, that I decide on Kelly, who I know the only thing in our future is a quick blow job. The only girl I’ve ever met, that has any staying power in my world, is Raina and that thought scares the fucking shit out of me.
I put my arm around Kelly and pull her close when she startles at the sound of an owl in a tree. She doesn’t feel pliant like Raina, Kelly is taller than Raina, too, and she doesn’t fit under my arm perfectly like Raina does. When I guide her to her knees in front of me, she doesn’t take her time and savor releasing me like Raina does either. Kelly just yanks my zipper down, pulls me out of my pants, and grabs my erection with her mouth, already stroking me. She’s good enough, definitely going to get me off, but she can’t compare to Raina.
While she sucks me off, all I can think about is how much better this would be if it were Raina. It makes me start to question what Raina and I are doing; I can’t escape my growing desire to say fuck everything and claim her. Why are we fooling around behind closed doors instead of screaming from the rooftops that we’re together? Why do I want to have the option to get any girl I want on their knees or their backs if it’s only going to be mediocre with them and amazing with Raina?
When I start to think of finally getting balls deep inside of Raina, I finish, Kelly thinking she had everything to do with my pleasure, when in reality, it was like she wasn’t even there.
Kelly and I come out of the woods, her trying to cling to me, me already pushing her away. That’s when I see Raina. Our eyes lock and then something crosses her face. A look of disappointment possibly, a look of disgust for sure. Then as I get closer to her, I notice the wet look of her eyes, the red tip of her nose, and I know something more than me being a dick is wrong. I go to her, briefly registering Kelly saying something about me being an asshole.
I take Raina’s hand and lead her to my car. “What’s wrong? What happened? Did someone say something to you? Did someone hurt you?”
“Yeah. Someone” she sneers at me like it’s my fault, like I somehow hurt her when I wasn’t even with her.
“Who? Tell me. I’ll fucking kill whoever it is. What did they do? Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone here.”
“Nothing, Pete. Just drop it, okay? Go back to Kelly; I’m sure she’s looking for you for round two.”
“What’s going on here, Raina?”
“Nothing. I’m fine, okay? I can handle Scott.”
“Scott? Scott Bosio? What the fuck were you doing with him? He’s a fucking asshole.”
“What were you doing with Kelly?”
“Getting a fucking blow job,” I yell, my temper going through the roof
with thoughts of my Raina with a fucking prick like Bosio. “But that isn’t the same as you with Scott.”
“Why? Why can’t I be on my knees in the woods for some guy like you just had Kelly, huh?” Raina looks at me waiting for an answer but continues before she gets one. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I’m fine, okay? Nothing happened with Scott. I just want to go home. If you want to stay, I’ll find a ride. I wouldn’t want Kelly to be disappointed.”
“Fuck Kelly! If you want to go home, then I’m taking you. Let me just tell Todd and we’ll go.”
Raina climbs into my car and I head to find Todd. Scott is nowhere to be seen and no one knows where he’s gone off to which is good for him. If I had found him, he would’ve needed an ambulance. Scott has been known to not always take no for an answer, and if I find out that he hurt or even touched Raina in any way, I’ll pound him so far into the ground he’ll never crawl out.
Raina and I ride home in silence. I pull into my garage and Raina jumps out of the car in an attempt to avoid me. I press the garage door button and trap her inside with me. “You’re not going home pissed or upset, whichever one it is. Or both. Now come upstairs and tell me what the fuck this is all about. And if that fucking douche bag touched you or hurt you, I swear to fucking god I’m going back over to the frat house, finding his sorry ass, and beating the living shit out of him.”
“Yeah? So Kelly was just your warm up and now you’re looking to give me sloppy seconds?”
“Raina don’t ever talk about yourself like that. About us like that. You know what we are; you’re the one who asked for it to be this way. If you want to change the rules, just say so. Do you want to stop hooking up?”
“I don’t know what I want anymore, Pete. I…there’s something I have to tell you.”
I hold my breath ready for her to tell me that Scott hurt her or for her to admit to being in love with me like I’m suspecting I am with her. I’m half worried she’s going to say she’s done with me, but the other half of me expects her to ask for us to commit to one another. I think she’s about to tell me that she wants to be mine and mine only. So when she speaks, I’m shocked at her admittance.
“I’m a virgin, Pete. I haven’t had sex with anyone. I think it’s time, though, and I want you to be my first.”
All I can say is her name before I pull her in for a kiss. She pulls back, and I understand. “I didn’t kiss her,” I say. “We walked into the woods, she got on her knees, blew me, I finished, and we came back to the party. My lips never touched her. You’re the only girl I’ve kissed in a long time, Raina.”
Raina nods her head and allows me to kiss her. I start slow and gentle but can’t contain my passion for long. My tongue finds hers and I grab her ass and pull her into my erection. She pulls back for the same reason she broke our kiss. Raina won’t touch me with another girl’s scent on my skin. I don’t blame her. She deserves so much better than that.
“I’ll go home and make my parents think I’m asleep. I’ll be back in half an hour. And Pete, take a shower, please. Her mouth...” she trails off. I nod and watch as Raina pushes the button to open the doors so she can leave.
Half an hour later, Raina pushes open my bedroom window and climbs inside. She’s wearing my baseball sweatshirt from high school. It’s big and baggy on her, she looks adorable. Her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head and she’s wearing tight grey shorts that show off her tanned legs. She undoes the sweatshirt and lets it fall away from her body. She has on a tight grey t-shirt without a bra.
I instantly harden at the sight of her nipples. “I love the way your nipples look when they’re hard under your shirt. If no one else would see you, I’d tell you to never wear a fucking bra again so I could look at you like this all the time” I admit.
“Well, they’re only like this around you, you know?” she says as she approaches me.
She reaches for my shirt and removes it over my head rubbing her hands up the sides of my body, feeling as I flex each muscle she touches. Then her hands rake through my hair, still wet from my shower. “You always smell like freshness. Like the sky on a hot summer day or like snow up north in the winter. I love your scent,” she says as her tongue runs across my Adam’s apple to my ear.
I moan when she nips. One hand goes to her ass and the other plunges into her hair so I can pull her lips to mine. When she breaks our kiss, I lean my forehead against hers. She looks down and sees that my jeans were already unbuttoned and I’m straining to get out against my zipper. When she slowly pulls it down with her thumb and pointer finger, a moan escapes me. I mimic her previous move and run my hands up the sides of her smooth body removing her t-shirt. I kiss the tops of her breasts, careful not to touch her puckered nipples yet.
Raina moans, her head falling back. “Please, Pete” she begs as she pushes her chest forward in a plea for attention.
My lips find her nipple and it puckers more under my care. I suck gently then pull on it before letting it snap out of my mouth. Raina arches her back to meet my mouth knowing her other nipple is in for the same tantalizing treatment. With each nipple now between my fingers, I begin to roll and pull on them simultaneously.
“Oh God, Pete. Yes” she moans into my ear, her voice low and husky, so fucking sexy it makes my dick throb.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. Take my pants off; touch me while I touch you,” I order. “If you want me to stop or slow down, say the word and I promise I’ll stop. You can trust me, Princess. If you change your mind, we stop. At any time, okay?”
She nods then pulls my pants down just enough to release my cock and immediately she slowly starts to stroke my length. The feeling of her hand wrapped around me is amazing. When I moan, and she sees the look of pleasure on my face, she smiles. “I love the way you do that to me, baby. Fuck, your touch is amazing. You make me so fucking excited, I can’t help it. It’s torture to try to hold it back.”
“Don’t hold back. We have all night. I want this, Pete. Please.”
“Yeah? You sure, Princess? ‘Cause, fuck, I’m so close. Oh, God, I can’t hold it off now. Fuck…Ahhh” I moan quietly into her ear as I cover her stomach with my release. Only Raina can bring me to an orgasm that fast. I can spend hours getting jacked off by other girls and never come, but when Raina’s hands touch me, something on another level happens.
She smiles, proud of herself for taking me over the edge that fast. “I’ll clean up and be right back” she offers.
“Leave it, I want to see you like that, it’s turning me on and I plan on giving you much more of it.”
I pull my pants and boxers off the rest of the way and reach for her shorts. I leave her panties on and examine her in them. She looks good enough to eat and at that thought, my erection is renewed. I rub my hand over her panties and when she moans upon contact, I growl and thicken again. “Nice and damp for me, that’s how I like you.”
I can feel my stickiness that covers her stomach and breasts squishing from her to me. I crawl down her body, kissing her on her neck and down the middle of her chest, over those cherry pink nipples and her hip bone. “Are you turned on, Princess?” I ask in what I hope comes out as a sexy, raspy voice that will ramp her up more. It’s the one I reserve for moments like this one with her and her alone.
“Yes, everything about you turns me on.”
At that admission, my mouth is on hers again. “Kiss me then, I’m going to cover my lips with the taste of you.”
She sucks my lips while a growl of pleasure erupts from deep in my chest and I take over. Then, as abruptly as I begin kissing her, I stop and in one smooth motion, I’m down her body between her legs and in paradise. I pull her panties down and insert not one but two fingers into her. She lets out a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure. “You’re so soft and wet, you’re ready, Raina” I say and the anxiety building inside her becomes evident.
“Ahh” she pants with my fingers working their magic in her pussy. Then my mouth covers her body. I slide my tongu
e up her core making her squirm; she raises her hips to meet my mouth, to increase the pressure. My tongue begins its torture on her sweet spot, filling it with pressure. I continue to insert two fingers into her, knowing it’ll help her in the long run, make it easier when I take her virginity. With my tongue still flicking away; her body responds and gives me what I was aiming for, what she’ll need to be ready for my width. She shivers and the release of moisture on my tongue is sweet and warm.
I gently remove my fingers when her body relaxes it’s grasp on them, but I can’t help but to take one last swipe with my tongue to savor her sweet taste before climbing up her body again and kissing her deep and hard, my hands holding either side of her face, my tongue entering her mouth, taking hers, claiming her if only for the moment.
“You drive me so wild. When I jerk off, that’s what I think of every fucking time,” I admit. “That taste of you on my tongue. Fuck, you taste so goddamn sweet, Princess. Are you sure about this or do you want to stop for now?”
“Sure” she says.
I grab the navy blue towel that I put under my bed before she got here and I smooth it out over my sheets. I maneuver her so she’s laying on it, explaining that I can’t get blood on my sheets without having to answer to my mother. I spread her legs with my hands and crawl between them. “You sure, baby. You have no doubts about giving it up to me?” I ask. “There’s no going back once we do this.”
“No. No doubts. I’m sure Pete, but,” she hesitates a moment. “I’m scared it’s going to hurt. Go easy, okay?”
“Always, Princess. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to. Now, I’ll need you to relax and breathe for me. Can you do that?”