by Penny Wylder
I moan loud and deep into my pillow as he plunges into me from a new angle. He reaches around and grabs my tits, squeezing and playing with my hard nipples. Why did I wait so long for this? Had I known sex could be so explosive, I would have tried it a long time ago. But maybe sex is only good with Kain. Just kissing him was so much different than my first kiss.
The bed squeaks obnoxiously, the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks me hard enough to dent the drywall. If my friends haven’t passed out, they’re definitely hearing every sound. Normally I would be so embarrassed for someone to hear such a thing. I’m not a prude, but I like my privacy. But right now I don’t care about any of it. I wouldn’t care if the whole world could hear, or even watch. All I care about in this moment is the beating my pussy is taking.
I can see my juices spilling out of me, dripping onto the bed. Shit, I’m going to come soon. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.
“Come here,” he says.
He somehow manages to roll over onto his back while keeping me on top of him, so my ass is facing him cowgirl style.
He groans. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Grind that tight little pussy on my cock.”
He slaps my ass and squeezes it. I always hated how big my butt was compared to my friends who are always rail-thin, but Kain seems to love it.
I ride him, feeling him bottom out inside of me, the pressure from it makes me gasp each time he hits that wall.
“Your so wet,” he growls. He holds my hips, shoving hard into me. I cry out as I come all over his dick. The wetness spills onto his lap. He starts fucking me so fast that my vision blurs. I have a feeling by the end of this, the dent in the drywall will be a hole. He stops suddenly and I feel his cock still moving, pumping, coming.
We’re both out of breath. My legs are stiff as I crawl off of him, my come is sticky all over the inside of my thighs.
Kain smiles at me. “I’ve never been with someone who gets so wet. I didn’t know girls could come like that.”
I bite my lip, blushing, and feeling somewhat awkward. I was so into the sex that I didn’t stop to think about what came after.
“To be fair, I’ve never been with a guy who can come like you either.”
He laughs and the awkwardness fades just a little.
“I’d ask if you want me to stay, but you seem to want to get away from me as fast as possible,” he says as I put a shirt on.
While my hormones were running amok I didn’t care that I was naked, that my bare ass was up in his face, but now I feel vulnerable, exposed. I cover the rest of my body with the covers. I want to spend the night with him. I think it would be amazing to wake up in his arms, but right now it’s too much. I’m already overwhelmed with what just happened, and I haven’t quite let it sink in that I just lost my virginity to someone I barely know. I’m not ready for my friends to know what happened or deal with their reactions.
“It’s probably better that you go. My friends will give me so much shit if they find out.”
He grins at me and stands up to pull his clothes on. “Looks like now we have a secret of our own.”
I just wonder how long it will stay that way.
He kisses me softly and walks out the door, shutting it behind him. I feel the emptiness of his absence and there’s a subtle fear of never seeing him again. God, I’m in trouble.
6
Channa
I’m up before everyone else in the morning. After Kain left my room I barely slept a wink. All I could do was toss and turn and think about every detail of our night together, then get turned on all over again. I still can’t believe I lost my virginity to someone who is practically a stranger. And yet I wouldn’t change anything. Sex with Kain was absolutely perfect. I never imagined it could feel that good. Not just physically, either. Everything about our encounter was magic, and all I can think about is doing it again. I’m afraid I might be addicted to him.
I decide to make breakfast for everyone and try to get my mind off of Kain and his incredible body and huge dick and the way he made my head spin as I came—okay, maybe getting him off my mind won’t be as easy as I thought, but it’s worth a try.
Pancakes with fresh fruit and whipped cream, sausage links, scrambled eggs and orange juice. I hear bodies start to stir as the smell of food makes its way down the halls and up the stairs.
Lillian is the first to stumble in. She looks like she spent the night rubbing balloons on her head. Her hair sticks up in a million different directions, her makeup is smeared across her face, and there’s a big red splotch on her cheek where she slept without moving the whole night.
“You look rough,” I tease. I wait for her to tease me back about the sounds coming from my room last night. Instead, she just grumbles and plops down on a chair.
“Is there coffee?” she asks, her voice deep with exhaustion.
“It’s brewing as we speak.”
Deb is the next to roll in. She’s wearing her boyfriend’s robe that she brought with her, two sizes too big. She doesn’t look as worse for wear are Lillian, but she doesn’t look great. Her red curls are up in a messy bun and her pale skin is practically white which makes her freckles stand out even more.
“I feel like death,” she announces when she comes into the room.
I pour them each a cup of coffee and wait. Neither mentions anything about the screaming or moans of pleasure and so I finally let myself relax.
“You guys need to get some food in your bellies,” I tell them.
I make them each a plate of food with two ibuprofens on the side and a bottle of water.
“I’ll eat,” Lillian says, “but don’t be offended if I puke it up later.”
“Same,” Deb agrees.
“No offense taken.”
Kain walks into the room, freshly showered and looking incredible in a black hoodie and faded jeans. Everything in me wants to jump into his arms and pick up where we left off last night. I’m ready for round two, three, four, five …
I look away from him, feeling embarrassed. This guy has seen me naked in all different kinds of positions, and the way he’s looking at me right now with his little smirk and raised eyebrows makes me wonder if he’s thinking about it.
“Smells delicious,” he says. He walks past me and slyly leans in and says, “The food does too.”
I feel my cheeks heat up. I’m always flushed when he’s around. “Grab a plate.”
We sit down and eat. The girls complain about their hangovers and not being able to remember a thing that happened last night. Thank God!
“Do you guys want to go shopping with me today? Doesn’t look like the airport is going to find my luggage anytime soon, and I can’t keep wearing Lillian’s yoga pants.”
“That’s too bad,” Kain says.
Luckily my friends are too busy wallowing in their own misery to have heard him.
“I’m not leaving my bed today,” Lillian says. “It’s a good thing this place has cable.”
“Sorry, Chan. Just the thought of being awake today makes me want to cry,” Deb says.
I’m disappointed, but I understand. Still, the thought of wandering around alone, trying to find the best shops in a foreign city, is stressful.
“I’ll go with you,” Kain says casually as he stuffs his mouth with a bite of pancake and smiles. He chews and swallows while I have a mini panic attack inside. Me, going shopping with Kain? I’m thrilled, of course, but also scared. It’s not like we’ve ever really talked. What if we have nothing to say to each other?
“I know this city like the back of my hand,” he adds when I hesitate.
Lillian points at me with her fork. “That’s a good idea. I will feel so much better if you’re with someone. The thought of you out there trying to navigate a city alone is kind of scary.”
“I agree,” Deb says. “You could barely find your way around the campus freshman year.”
I glare at her. She shrugs. “It’s true.”
She’s not wr
ong. I’m slightly directionally challenged.
“Yeah, okay.” My hands start to sweat. I can’t believe I’m going to be spending an entire day alone with Kain.
We decide to take the Tube instead of a taxi. It’s a mile walk to the station, but the day is beautiful, albeit chilly as most days seem to be here. There’s a slightly awkward silence at first until Kain starts to speak.
“I heard you and your friends talking about London being your dream vacation. Why London of all the places in the world?” he asks.
“My mom used to read books to me when I was young and most of them were set in London, so to me it became this magical, mythical place with such amazing history. I had to see it for myself. My mom lived here for a time and she always wanted me to experience it for myself. She was excited for me to come. And when I told my friends I was coming, they wanted to come too, but their desire was mostly for the parties and the shopping.”
“What about you?” I ask. “London seems like a far place to travel for work with heavy equipment. I’m sure there are jobs like that in the States.”
He shrugs. “There are, but the States isn’t my home.”
“You live in London?” I ask, confused considering he’s renting a place the same as us.
“I don’t really live anywhere. I don’t call any single place my home.” I stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He gives me a half smile as if he’s unsure whether or not to get into it, but then he seems to make a decision and speaks. “I grew up in foster care. I guess you could say I didn’t have the easiest life. Things were hard. I went from one abusive family to the next. I started doing drugs and getting into a lot of trouble. I’d been arrested six times by the time I was fourteen. Then I met a man who turned things around for me. He pulled me out of my downward spiral. He took me in, had me help out on his farm, and taught me how to work hard and be a good man. His name’s Johnathan. He’s the closest thing to a father I ever had.
“Johnathan grew up on the English countryside, so I always wanted to work here.”
“Is Johnathan still alive?” I ask.
“He is, but he’s an old man now. I work here and send money back to the States to take care of him.”
“That’s very kind of you,” I tell him. As I watch him talk, I start to see him differently. He’s no longer just some random hot guy I lost my virginity to. He’s beautiful, inside and out. It takes a special person to work hard to take care of someone else when they don’t have to. Johnathan isn’t his parent or even his legal guardian, and yet he takes care of him because Kain is good and it’s the right thing to do.
Kain shrugs off the comment. “Johnathan saved my life. It’s the least I can do.”
And here I thought Kain was just some playboy, drifting along, getting by on his good looks, tricking naïve women into his bed with his wit and charm. But now I realize there’s so much more to him, and God help me, I’m falling for him.
We take the Tube into London. The train is packed full of people. I’m practically sitting on Kain’s lap. I feel his hand move to my hip and he holds it there. I’d love to strip naked right here, right now, and ride him until we both explode, but that would be inappropriate. Instead, I just fantasize about it and start to get uncomfortable as my panties get soaked and I have to sit in them, chafing.
Once we get to London, I’m overwhelmed with the confusion of it all. There’s something very disorienting about watching people drive on the wrong side of the road, seeing unfamiliar models of cars and double decker busses, the different accents. It’s wonderful and nerve-wracking at the same time.
Luckily, Kain seems to be unmoved by all of it. He’s used to working here, after all. Seeing his calm demeanor helps orient me. He shows me all of the different shops. We go into a cute little boutique that seems like it would be just my style.
“Thank you for showing me around. You don’t have to stay with me. I don’t want to take up all of your time on your day off. I can find my way back.”
He absently looks through a rack of clothes. “I’m enjoying myself, actually. Unless you’d like me to leave.”
“No,” I say far too quickly. He looks at me with an eyebrow raised and chuckles. I blush. “I’m enjoying myself too.”
I try on a few things and find a cute little black dress with a high neck, three quarter length sleeves and mid length. It goes perfectly with my Dr. Martens boots and has a very European look to it that I love.
“That’s the one,” Kain says the moment I step out of the dressing room. “That’s definitely you.”
I’m surprised he likes it. I would have thought he’d be more attracted to the girly types with the short skirts and low-cut tops.
I look at the price tag and convert the price from pounds to dollars in my head and sigh. “Maybe I can find something similar to it somewhere else. This is a little more than I was looking to spend on one dress.”
I get dressed and we leave. “I think I know the perfect place. It’s about a mile down the road if you don’t mind the walk,” he says.
“I don’t mind.”
We start to head in the opposite direction, then he stops abruptly and pats his pockets. “Shit, I forgot my wallet. I’ll be right back.”
I sit on a bench and watch all the strange cars pass while Kain runs back to get his wallet. I’m not sure why he would’ve taken it out of his pocket in the first place, but I guess he had his reasons.
London is so beautiful. I love the mix of old and new architecture. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I make sure to take pictures of everything, including Big Ben in the distance. I can see now why my mother loved this place so much. I can also see why Kain chooses to come here to work. It’s lovely. I could see myself living in a place like this. Maybe not the big city, but in the English countryside. With all the history and the things to see, it would never get boring. Unlike the States, which is spread out and secluded from the rest of the world, Europe is condensed. All the countries are just a hop, skip, and a jump away from each other. So much culture in such a small area. I love it.
I look over and see Kain heading my way. He’s carrying a bag with him. The bag has the name of the store we were just in. Since it’s a woman’s clothing store, I know he didn’t buy anything for himself.
I stand up. “What is that?”
He looks at bag and shrugs. “This? Just a little something I thought you might like.”
He hands me the bag and inside is the dress. I want to hug him and tell him thank you and spin around with my amazing new dress.
“I can’t accept it,” I say and try to hand it back to him … reluctantly. I really want that dress, but I can’t take it.
He refuses to take it from my hands. “Please. Don’t act like you’re not used to men showering you with gifts.”
“I’m not. Even if they did—which they don’t, I wouldn’t accept them.”
“Why not? I imagine men would crawl over hot coals to give you anything you desire.”
I smile a little. I can’t help it. He has a way of making me feel beautiful without coming right out and saying the words. But the compliments make me feel uncomfortable too. I’m not used to them.
“I don’t want anyone thinking they own me. I take care of myself.”
“Has that happened to you before, someone acting like they own you because they gave you gifts?”
I sigh, feeling a bit reluctant to tell the story.
I decide to tell it anyway because there’s something about Kain that makes me trust him. “My first boyfriend tried to buy his way into my pants. His parents were wealthy, so he thought if he lavished me with gifts I would put out. When it never happened, he would throw the biggest fits and call me a tease and make a huge scene at school in front of our friends and classmates.”
Kain’s expression turns dark. “I would knock that guy on his ass if he were in front of me right now. That’s pathetic.” He steps up close to me and tilts my chin up so I’m looking him in th
e eyes. “If you were mine, I would never hold anything against you. I would never try to buy your affection or your body. I like you.” He kisses me softly, slowly, in front of a shopping center full of people. Someone whistles. I try to step away from him, but he pulls me closer to him. “You have every reason to fear the bullshit men like to dish out. It’s hard to trust. But I have no intentions of hurting you. I already got into your pants once, remember?” he says with a smirk. “I don’t need to buy my way in. I want you because you’re beautiful and genuine. And I want you to want me because I’m genuine too. I’m not here to play games. I don’t have time for that.”
I swallow hard, not sure what to say, so I nod.
“Good. That’s settled. Now let’s get moving.”
We start walking down the street.
“I’m starving,” he says. “I know the best place for fish and chips. You in?”
“I’m in.”
He takes my hand and weaves his fingers with mine and he leads the way.
7
Channa
By the next day my friends are finally feeling well enough to go out and explore London. I’m wearing my amazing dress that Kain bought me and it definitely doesn’t get past Lillian—whose yoga pants are probably stretched out to the point where she can no longer fit in them because of me.
“That is my favorite thing I’ve ever seen you wear,” she says. “How the hell could you afford it?” She touches the fabric. “It had to have been expensive.”
I shrug. I don’t want to lie to my friends, but they’ll have questions that I’m not ready to answer just yet. “It was on sale,” I say.
“Well I want one in every color.”
Luckily she gets distracted by a cute guy and drops of the subject before she decides she wants to go to the store where I got it.
We stop at a little shop for gelato after visiting practically every clothing, shoe, and jewelry store in London. We’ve done pretty much every touristy thing we can think of that doesn’t require a reservation. I’m licking the sweet raspberry gelato off my spoon, my mind a million miles away. Actually, it’s about forty miles away with Kain back at the house. We invited him to come with us, but he had to stay back and wash his laundry to get ready for work the next morning.