"Our first time" Pt. 2

She got the condom out, then kneeled in front of him while still in bed. His hardness was right at her eyes' height, making her gulp. She wrapped her free hand softly around his shaft, he trembled a little under her touch; but didn't say anything, just watched her. She double-checked the condom wasn't upside down, making him smile, and placed it on his tip. While she rolled it down, he felt a pleasurable goosebump run up his spine, he clenched his jaw as he threw his head back.

And that was just her putting him on a condom. Unbelievable, he thought, I haven't even been inside her and I'm already feeling my limit. She then looked up at him, realizing how powerful her touch was. Still with her hand on his erection, she slowly stroked it up. He opened his eyes and looked at her, thirsty. She started moving her hand up and down rhythmically, feeling him tense and closing his eyes again. She applied more pressure to her grasp, stroking him slower all the way down and all the way up.

He moaned.

She shot her head up to see him, finding his pleading gaze on her. She stood up from the bed and made him sit on it's edge, leaving her breast at his mouth's level. He was too overwhelmed to think straight, so he looked at her waiting for her next move. She put her knees on each side of his body, sitting on his lap. She could feel his shaft rubbing against her sweet spot, making her core tingle and tightening her walls; making her even more wet. His dick was hot and enticing, but she didn't know exactly what to do next. She liked the feeling, though.

She grabbed his erection with her right hand while standing a little, and rubbed it's tip directly to her sweet spot; masturbating with it. This sight: her, slowly moving up and down, her breasts bouncing sweetly, her wetness lubricating her touch, almost made him cum. He breathed out heavily as his hands wandered around her thighs, watching her give herself pleasure. She was almost on the verge of coming again when he rolled over her to be on top.

His breathing was ragged, and with a serious expression he said:

"I can't hold back anymore." He spread her legs and positioned himself at her entrance.

Her heart was pounding like crazy. He bent over her to peck her on the lips, pressing his tip on her entrance. She felt heat all over her body, as if she was on fire, her walls tightening as she felt the urge grow. He slowly started going in deeper, making her eyes roll. That's the only movement it took her, and she was nearly coming again. She was tight, so tight he had to stop when all his length was inside of her. A couple of seconds later, he moved his hips, almost taking all his dick out to thrust it all in again.

He saw her eyes roll up, and her walls were even tighter, a signal that she was coming. He thrusted one, two, three times until he felt her walls caress his length rhythmically, her moans tickling his lips. He had to stop again, this time a bit longer to calm down. He kissed her, his tongue memorizing hers as they moved in and out of their mouths. She bit his lower lip carefully. He grunted, starting to thrust again. One of his hands grabbed her by her waist, and even though he wanted to be gentle, he used it to thrust harder. This can't be, he thought, I can't be cumming now. It's too soon. But the sight of her breasts circling and bouncing under him matching his thrusts, her flushed face as her eyes got lost in pleasure, and the clapping noise of their bodies clashing was too much.

He couldn't resist anymore.

"F—Fuck." He grunted as he threw her leg over his arm to give him more access.

He grabbed her again by the hips and started pounding harder and faster.

"Ahhh!!" She felt as if her soul was tripping up in the clouds. "Nnnnn"

"This… Fuck…" Why does it feel so fucking good? He ended up asking himself.

Her moans grew louder, mixing with his own deep and desperate moans. He felt her tighten once more around him, as she reached her climax one last time. The final string of willpower just snapped, making him thrust deeper, reaching his relief at the same time.

They stood there long enough for their breaths to steady, until he finally rolled over his back and laid down beside her.

What the fuck was that? He thought. I didn't last shit. So embarrassing. He put one arm over his eyes, feeling overpowered by the situation. It was his first time. The first time he was so turned on he couldn't resist. He felt like a virgin that couldn't control his dick or his head.

She felt exhausted, but mostly curious about how he was just lying there without moving. She was feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, remembering all the things that happened. She felt good, though. She thought it was going to hurt like hell and was going to be awkward all the way. The truth is that she enjoyed it too much. She grabbed a pillow from over her head and hugged if, making him look at her to see what was happening.

He was dazzled by how beautiful she looked. She was right. It was a good deal, he thought as he caressed her cheek, putting a lock of her hair behind one of her ears . She smiled a little, trying to cover her face from him.

I did it. She praised herself. I was right. My virginity was safe with him. She made her way to his side, hugging him. He didn't think twice about hugging her back.

He didn't do that. Ever. But with her, then again, it was his first time.

Her side of the story

When she gained consciousness again, her arms were wrapped around his chest. She felt little to none soreness between her legs, and mostly a pleasant 'some good stuff happened right here' kind of feeling. It surprised her how comfortable she felt, even though she was still naked and at somebody else's place. She looked up at his sleeping face, striking her with his handsome features. It was an understatement that he was gorgeous, but this was on another level; you could easily see his face on a magazine's front page. He's just… She sighed mentally.

She didn't have… had a crush on him before, but somehow it just happened. She cursed silently as she felt her heart panicking inside her chest. It was just like her best friend told her: "Be careful not to mix up your one-night stand and end up waking up some feelings for him". And that's exactly what she did. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She scolded herself mentally, still looking at his face. She could swear they felt something else while being together, but while detailing his sharp nose and soft lips, the truth hit her like a truck: it's impossible something like that could ever happen. He was not known to date officially, and if he were, he wouldn't just pick her.

Her heart felt heavy inside her chest, but even though her thoughts were utterly pessimistic, she did not regret it. She has had the best first time she could have ever hoped for, with the hottest guy she has ever seen. That was all that mattered to her at that point.

Careful not to wake him up, she stood up from the bed and changed her clothes quietly, grabbed her things and went towards the door. She heard him move on the bed, so she looked back to see him one more time. He was barely covered by the sheets, so she walked back next to him to cover him up properly, taking the chance to see his body and face in detail one last time. She smiled sweetly, leaving him behind as she exited the bedroom.

She remembered the way, so she tried to just sneak out without anybody noticing. It would be embarrassing if someone noticed her existence after what happened earlier. A deep blush appeared on her face, making her feel hot instantly. She didn't know how things were going to be at school, having to see him every day and, most probably, see him with other girls. I'll be fine. I'll just get over it sooner or later, she reassured herself while going down the stairs. Turning left in the corner, she met face to face with an old lady around her seventies. They both gasped, looking at each other with wide eyes. She hugged her backpack, feeling her face growing hot again.

"S—Sorry," she said shyly.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't know Mr. Hayes had visitors in the house."

"No—Yeah—I mean… I'm just about to leave," the girl said nervously. The old lady looked at her up and down and knew exactly what was going on.

"Is Mr. Hayes taking you home?" The woman asked.

"He's asleep. I don't want to bother…" She lowered her head, feeling even more embarrassed. This person must think I'm a whore or something, the thought crossing her mind.

"Should I call the family driver? He can take you home. It's dangerous for a girl to wander alone on the streets." Worry crossed the old lady's features, making the girl smile shyly.

"It's ok. I know my way around!" She walked towards the door and bowed her head a little. "Thank you for having me. Have a nice evening!"

And with that, she just left. The old lady was surprised, since he had never brought a girl home before, but his deeds with different women were not new to her. She let it go, and went straight to the kitchen."

The girl made sure her way to the house was fast, it was already getting dark and it was, as the old lady said, dangerous. She reached home safely after a long ride on the bus, full of thoughts and mental notes on the experience. She felt like over the clouds, sighing constantly and smiling from time to time. She knew it was futile to overthink how good she felt, but did it anyway.

Right after arriving home, she went upstairs and took a shower. A real shower this time. It was not because she felt wrong or anything, but because she sweated a lot. Right after the hot shower, she hopped up in bed and called her best friend. After a couple of rings, she heard her yelling on the phone.

"You little shit. You stood me up telling me something came up and left without saying anything!" She screamed on the other side of the line, making her flinch a little.

"Sorry, Cass…"

"So, is everything alright? Was it something at home? I was fucking worried, you know?"

"I know, I'm sorry! And no, not exactly." She answered.

"Then what—" The voice cut off, followed by a sharp gasp. "Isabelle Rae. You didn't!" She said, or more like screamed, starting to feel excited.

"Yeah…" A smile crossed her face. Not even a second passed when her friend hung up and started a video call.

"You slept with THE Allen Hayes?" Isabelle nodded, making her friend laugh uncontrollably. "Oh my fucking God. You did it! I can't believe he accepted! You told me he didn't look that convinced!"

"I was surprised, too. I was scared he would just change his mind, so I didn't have the time to explain, Cass. Sorry."

"Alright, alright. Now spit it! I want to know everything!"