Made Pho You

by Love, Frankie

  His eyes narrow. “No boyfriend, ever?”

  “I’m a virgin, too. So this, me being here, is me taking a total leap of faith.” I groan, my head falling back on the couch. “Is that like, Red Flag 101?”

  “No,” he says, setting our glasses on the coffee table. He pulls me to him, so I straddle him. I sink against his thickness, my body warm and enticing. “I think it’s beautiful.”

  “You do?” I press my hands to his chest. Pure muscle. My pussy weeps.

  He nods. “I’m pretty impressed with your flirting considering you’ve never been pho-ked.”

  We both laugh, and I love the way I feel, so wanted, so seen, so cherished.

  “I don’t do things half-way, Trista,” he warns me. “When I want something, I’m relentless. I chase it until I have it.”

  I exhale, my body hot. Ready. Willing. His. “And what do you want right now, Trent?”

  “You, Trista. I want you.”

  I lift the hem of my shirt, tossing it aside. I unclasp my pink bra from the center, offering him all of me. “Good,” I tell him. “Because I’m yours.”

  Chapter Three

  Trent

  Her tits are gorgeous, big and full, and I run my hands over them, softly caressing those perfect globes. Trista may be an extrovert, but she is still a virgin. I need to take this slow.

  “Mmmmhhhmm,” she whimpers as I tease her nipples, her back arching as she straddles me. Her body is so slight, so tiny, and it gets me hard thinking about how small and tight her pussy must be. Saved for me.

  “God, I want you,” I tell her, pulling her tits together and kissing the tops of them, swirling my tongue around her nipple, making her squirm with pleasure. “You like that? You like it when I suck your tits?”

  “I do,” she sighs. “I want you to suck my pussy too.”

  “What do you know about getting your pussy sucked?” I ask, growling into her ear.

  “I may be a virgin, but I’m no prude. I watch porn when I’m horny… to take care of myself.”

  “But you’ve never had a man take care of you?”

  She shakes her head slowly.

  “But you want one to?”

  “I want you to, Trent,” she tells me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I want you to take care of me nice and good.”

  “Good, because I want that too, baby,” I tell her, lifting her up off the couch and carrying her into my bedroom. I set her down on the floor and strip from my clothes, watching as she takes off her pants. She is in nothing but a pair of pink panties and my cock groans at the sight of her creamy ass, her sweet tits, her belly button, her waist. I want to kiss and lick and suck every damn inch of her. And I will.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks, running her hand over herself.

  “You know you do, Trista,” I say, stepping toward her. She runs her hand over my boxers, my cock hard and rigid beneath them. “Have you touched a cock before?”

  She shakes her head slowly. “I’ve never seen one in real life — only in videos.”

  “You like watching people fuck?” I ask her, getting so fucking turned on at the thought of my girl getting herself off. I haven’t seen her tight pussy yet, but I can imagine her fingering herself, her juicy come on her hand.

  “I love it. I have a dildo,” she tells me. “And I bury it deep inside my pussy. I ride it like it’s my lover. Deep and hard.”

  “And do you come when you ride it? When the plastic cock is inside your creamy cunt?”

  She closes her eyes, nodding. “I come real hard. I squirt easily — just warning you.”

  “Damn,” I groan. “I want to see your slick cunt so bad.” I place a hand on the small of her back. “And I want you to touch my cock, but not until you are ready. I want you to be sure you want this, want me. Because once you stroke my shaft, baby, you might change your mind.”

  “It’s that big?” she asks, licking her lips.

  “I know you’ve seen big dicks if you like watching porn, but this is bigger, baby. It’s going to ruin you for all other men.”

  “Pretty confident,” she says, with a laugh. “And it doesn’t scare me. I want you to ruin me for everyone else. Make me yours, Trent.”

  I nod, taking her hand and setting it on my still-covered cock. “If you want to touch me, reach right in, baby. I won’t stop you. I just want you to understand what you’re dealing with.”

  “I want this, Trent. I’m not scared. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

  “So, you’re falling too?”

  She gives a breathy laugh, shaking at the incredibility of the night. “I’ve fallen head over heels.”

  “Good,” I say as she slides her hand into my boxers. “Because I have too.”

  Her fingers run over the length of me, and I push the boxers down so she can properly see my package.

  Trista

  “You weren’t joking,” I whimper, running my hand up and down him, my breasts pushed together as I touch him, exploring his thick and meaty length, fondling his balls. Everything about him screams masculine strength. I exhale, a smile on my face. God, I want him. I want him to be mine.

  “I need to touch you too, understand?” He tells me, and I nod, wanting him to do all sorts of things to me.

  He leads me to his bed, and I shimmy out of my soaking wet panties, handing them to him. He inhales them. “God, you smell so good.”

  “Maybe you can find out if I taste good too.” I lick my lips as I lie down on his big, luxurious bed, feeling so beautiful and wanted — alive. Trent looks at me like I am a goddess, not like I’m too loud, too opinionated, too everything. No. He looks at me like he thinks I am the one he’s been searching for all his life.

  His cock is so big, hanging between his legs, and my pussy is hot just taking him in, wanting his tip to run over my clit, to make me come. I know it’s just a matter of time.

  “God, you look hot,” he tells me, spreading my knees and dipping his head between my thighs. He runs his fingers over my slit and I moan, his touch the thing I didn’t know I’d been craving for so long. “You sure this is okay, baby? Not too much, too fast?”

  I shake my head. “No such thing. Make me come, Trent. I want you to see me gush for you.”

  “It’s so fucking hot knowing your pussy likes to ride nice and hard.”

  “Not too nice, though,” I say with a smile and he groans.

  “I feel like the luckiest man on the goddamn earth.”

  His fingers begin to explore me, opening up my juicy folds, and I arch my back as he teases me open. His mouth moves to my pussy and his tongue licks me up and down. I run my fingers through his thick hair, and I push his head deeper against me, wanting his beard to tickle me, wanting his mouth to devour me. Just wanting all of this, now.

  He presses a finger inside me, then another, then another, and it feels good — so damn good — but I want his thick cock to fill me up.

  But first, God, he works me over. His thumb moves against my clit and I moan loudly, the pleasure rising in my belly and my shoulders shaking. I let my knees fall open as he fingers me nice and deep. Hard. “Oh God!” I scream, his name on my lips. “Trent. Oh God, Trent. Yes. Yes.”

  “Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up my juice as my pussy drips for him. I hear my juicy release as it squirts on him. “God, your cunt is so pretty and pink, and so fucking wet, baby.” He kisses me, his fingers still inside me, flickering my G-spot, my clit — my everything. My core is on fire and filled with desire and he knows it.

  “I need you in me,” I whimper. “I need your big cock to come deep inside me. Please, Trent. Don’t make me beg.”

  “Why not?” he asks, pulling me into his arms, lifting me off the bed and holding my back against the door. My legs wrap around his waist, his thick cock teasing my ass as Trent holds me in place.

  “I want to hear you beg, baby.”

  I lick my lips, a smile spreading wide as my lover teases me into submission. “I’ll do whatever you want.
Boss me around,” I moan. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do it. I’ll do everything.”

  “You aren’t prepared for everything,” he tells me.

  “No?” I lift an eyebrow, my heart pounding as my body aches for more. Him. Now. Please.

  “No. But you are ready for my cock.”

  I nod. “Please,” I moan. “Fuck me with your hard cock. Make me come. Fill me up with your seed.”

  “That what you want?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine. “You want my come to fill you up nice and good?”

  I nod, panting. “Yes. I want to be your plaything. Your toy. I want to be yours.”

  “Then I’ll put a baby inside you, you know that?” He groans, our desire palpable as we talk about things that I know are rarely discussed on first dates. Is this even a first date? No. It’s a first fuck that’s going to last forever.

  “Show me,” I dare him. “Show me how hard you come.”

  Chapter Four

  Trent

  She sinks down on my thick cock, and her eyes widen as she is filled by me. God, it’s insane what she is doing to me, and my cock is so damn hot as I fill her sweet pussy.

  I kiss her then, hard, our hearts beating, our words both forbidden and unforgettable. Our desire filling the room. She kisses me back, deeply, with passion and need, and she wraps herself around me so damn tight, holding on for dear life. I won’t let go. Ever.

  I carry her back to my bed — our bed soon enough — and I lay her on her back, taking her nice and slowly. With her head on a pillow, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders, she looks like a goddamn angel. My angel. Mine.

  I kiss her again. She opens her mouth for me, and we kiss as we make love. And there is no mistaking that’s what this is. Love. Pure and simple and ours. God.

  “I don’t want this to end,” she whispers as we move together in a rhythm all our own. As we make space for one another, in our hearts, in our minds, in our goddamn souls.

  This makes no sense — meeting someone and knowing. Knowing they are yours. But that is what happened over a single meal. I knew. And I think she knew too.

  We come — hard, deep, with passion in our eyes and love on our lips. I hold her after, wanting to make the moment ours, now and forever, etched in our minds. And she clings to me, telling me she is doing the exact same thing.

  We lie like this for hours, because what do you say when you have just been entirely undone? She sleeps in my arms and I force myself to stay awake for hours because I don’t want to blink and miss out on a single thing.

  Finally, though, sleep overtakes me, and I dream. Not of the lecture tomorrow — my future at the university. I dream of a life with Trista. Having no idea what it might hold — but knowing that I want to be holding her.

  Trista

  I slip out of his apartment in the early morning hours. He snores. Not too loudly. It's a cute snore. The kind of snore that makes me smile and giddy. That has me finding a notepad in his tidy kitchen, pulling a pen from my purse, and writing him a note.

  Dear Trent (I don’t even know your last name),

  Thank you for giving me the night of my life.

  I cannot wait for a million more. Intense much? Maybe.

  But I don’t care. I am yours if you’ll have me.

  Text me when you wake up, sleepy head.

  I’m going home to get ready for the day — it’s a big one for me!

  Xo, Trista.

  I leave him my number and slip out the door. I walk home — we are only about five blocks apart, and I spend a few hours showering and getting ready for the day. I put on my pencil skirt and white blouse, carefully applying pink lipstick to match my hot pink nails. And when my phone bings, alerting me of a text, I can’t help but grin. It’s from Trent.

  Trent: You snuck out. I miss you already.

  Me: Same. I can’t wait to see you again.

  Trent: I have to work all day — but dinner?

  Me: I can’t wait. My body is so hot still from last night.

  Trent: I woke up so hard for you. TMI?

  Me: LOL. No. I mean… I took a shower and touched myself… You were right.

  Trent: About what?

  Me: I am ruined for all other men.

  Trent: God. I wish I could cancel my plans today and devour you.

  Me: I know… but we have to be responsible. And besides, patience is a virtue, right?

  Trent: Then waiting all day for you will make me a saint.

  Eventually, we sign off of our chat. I don’t want to be late for my first day of class and I get the idea he has a big day ahead of him too… although, as I leave my apartment and head to the coffee shop to grab a latte, I realize I don’t actually know much about Trent. Like what he does for a living.

  I suppose we opened up about other things, but it makes me realize there are still so many things about him I want to learn.

  I’m giddy with excitement as I check my phone while I wait for my latte. My brother, Kaden, texts me, and I open up the message.

  Kaden: You okay, sis?

  Me: Yeah, just getting ready to head to class. Day 1!

  Kaden: You’ll do great. Last night end up ok? Not like you…to be out all night.

  I swallow, my brother does know it isn’t like me. I don’t date, but maybe it’s time for him to see me out on my own like this.

  Me: I’m good. Great, actually. How is Kourtney?

  I really like his girlfriend. They met a few weeks ago at a Tacos and Trivia Night and I’ve never seen him so happy.

  Kaden: Amazing. Just planning my proposal.

  Me: Kinda fast?

  Kaden: No such thing.

  I laugh, thinking about last night.

  Me: I’ll remember that!

  Kaden: You’ll be at O’Malley’s tonight, right?

  I groan at the text.

  Me: I hate trivia. I’m so bad at it.

  Kaden: You kill it on the pop culture questions.

  Me: What time?

  Kaden: Six.

  Me: Fine. I’ll come. Can I bring a date?

  Kaden: What’s going on with you? You never bring guys around… and staying out all night? What’s up?

  Me: We can talk later. Love you.

  I drop my phone in my bag as the barista calls my name and I grab my latte. “Nice nails!” she says.

  “Thanks!” I say, giving her a smile. “I did them myself.”

  “Wow. Do you have an Instagram account? I’d love to get mine done.”

  “Oh, no. I never thought of that. But thanks.”

  I leave the coffee shop feeling on top of the world. The sun is out, and after yesterday’s rainstorm, the morning sky is blue.

  I head toward campus, pulling up my schedule on my phone as I walk. Truth is, I am excited about some aspects of college… my parents getting off my back for one, and two, potentially getting a job that I really enjoy. Not that stocking shelves at the grocery store isn’t good, decent work, but it really doesn’t allow me to express myself the way I want to be able to long-term.

  My first class of the day is English Lit with Professor Perkins, and so I head to Gilcrest Hall. Once inside, I locate my classroom and line up along with the other undergraduates.

  Eventually, the door opens and we file inside to find our seats.

  I’ve just settled into my back-of-the-room chair, poised with a pen and notebook, when the professor walks in.

  But it is not just any professor.

  It’s Trent, introducing himself to the class.

  My jaw drops in utter shock.

  But I suppose at least now I know my lover’s last name.

  Chapter Five

  Trent

  I’ve never been so completely at a loss for words as I scan my classroom and see Trista sitting in the back row.

  First of all, she looks incredible. Her eyes are big and brown, her hair in a high ponytail, and her hot pink lips would look so fucking good wrapped around my cock.

  Pho-k. I can’t thin
k like this. Not when I am supposed to be teaching.

  My second thought is what is she doing here? I never told her what I did for a living, so how did she find me?

  When I look down at the roster in my hand though, I see her name listed as one of the students.

  My students.

  This is the worst possible scenario.

  I want to say something, but I can’t — not when the rest of the lecture hall is looking at me with expectation.

  So, I force myself to look anywhere but at her. It’s difficult, but I get through my entire introduction, explaining to the class that I have been dreaming of teaching for years, that it is an honor to be here now. How it’s my dream come true.

  “Corny, I know, but it’s the truth. I hope you come to care as much as I do about literature.”

  The class goes well — and when the students file out at the end of the hour, I ask Trista to stay behind.

  When the last person has left, I lock the door and turn to her.

  She is smiling, a twinge in her adorable eyes, and in those high heels and tight pencil skirt, her legs look incredible.

  “So, you’re my teacher,” she says slowly, twirling a lock of her hair. “Are you gonna put me in detention if I misbehave?”

  My cock twitches, aching with want. For her. I beg it to calm the hell down because I have another class of students coming here in fifteen minutes.

  “I can’t believe you are here,” I tell her.

  “Me neither. It’s my first day at college.”

  “First day, ever?”

  She nods. “It’s like fate.”

  I run my hands through my hair. “Shit. I mean, we can’t… This won’t…”