.::Most of the parts of this work of fiction are true...mostly the sexual scenes::.
It was in that moment, where I stood eying him in his towel, that I knew I would be a slut. Which is exactly why I'd like to nominate myself for the sin, 'Lust'.
Sure, I was a scared little virgin then, but that doesn't mean I didn't have the instincts of a raging ho-bag. I mean, it's just so easy to be a whore. Hmmm...I guess that's why it's a sin.
"If you want to have sex, come over now."
Groaning, I squinted from the blinding light of my phone to check the time.
Early.
I had an hour before I actually needed to wake up for school.'Come over now,' He'd said.
"Ugh," I groaned again throwing off the tangle of blankets reluctantly. "Fine." Slowly moving fingers worked across the keypad to tell him I still needed a shower, but I'd be there. After lusting after this guy's dong for so long, I might as well.
I took a shower, sleeping through most of it. It eventually helped wake me up enough to groom myself in all the right places, and think about how nervous I was. It threatened to overwhelm me. I mean, seriously, what am I thinking? First off, everyone always tells me that I need to lose my virginity to someone with experience. Second, why should I do this before school? I always imagined losing it at night...in the dark...where I can hide my face in shame.
I sighed, probably for the millionth time while walking to his house. The morning's cold nipped at my nose and at the back of my neck where my hair still dripped. I could still bail if I wanted to. Did I really want to? No, I wanted to fuck. Well, in actuality, I just wanted to know how it was done. I just grew tired of being scared of the unknown world of sex. I was 18, for crying out loud, a rarity, I believed, in my school.
I walked slower when his house came into view. Walking along the side of the house, I let myself through the back gate, then quietly through the sliding glass door. A warm empty house greeted me with silence. Sighing as the chill let go of my rigid body, I took my shoes off before crossing the cold white tile to the carpet. He wasn't in here. It actually sounded like he wasn't home at all.
My phone's vibrations caught my attention, and I looked down to find his name above the text.
"When will you be here?"
I rolled my eyes at the text before returning my phone back to my pocket. He couldn't have said, "When will you be here? I want you so bad," Or "I can't wait to bend you over my couch, are you here yet?" or "I want to come in your mouth." Anything, as long as it made this easier!
A door clicked open behind me, and my stomach dropped.
"Oh. You're here."
I turned to find him dripping in his towel. A fantasy of mine come true. My brown eyes locked with his blue ones and I watched a smile form on his beautiful lips. Normally, that condescending smirk boiled my blood, but the only thing it made hot now, was my pussy.
I walked over to him, watching him watch me as I did so. Smiling sheepishly, I moved up on my toes to lick a bead of water off his neck. One hand wrapped around my lower back and the other lifted my face with two fingers under my chin, making me look up at him.
He kissed me, pulling me against him. I felt uncomfortable, and stiff against him. What do I do? What do I do!
After a moment, I just gave up. Sighing into his mouth, I tangled my fingers into his damp black hair and pulled his lip between my teeth. He rewarded me with a satisfying moan, grinding against me.
"Veronica."
Sobering, I pulled a way, giving him a confused expression. "Eric?"
"You never answered my texts."
Oh yeah. He kept asking, "How should we do this," Naturally, I kept ignoring him; it just made things awkward. Bringing it up in person made it that much more uncomfortable.
"What texts?"
"Do you want to do it in my room? Or the shower?"
I don't care! Take me on the floor right now, even, just stop asking me questions!
"Hmmm," I dodged, running my fingers along the edge of the towel by his hipbones. I pulled him toward me, and he struggled to keep the towel wrapped around him. I moved to bite his neck to distract him from his questions.
He chuckled darkly, "Well?"
"Right here."
He moved away from me and gave me a strange look,
"In front of the dog?"
Turning to find his dog looking up at us, I finally scoffed.
"Fine." I pushed him back by his chest towards his bathroom.
"Bathroom it is then."
"Shut up." Pushing him through the door by his chest, I backed him up against the wall.
Eric's hand found my bound hair and used the mass of it to pull my head back, exposing me to his mouth. He kissed down my throat, then nibbled at my collarbone.
I kept fidgeting. Everywhere he kissed tingled. I couldn't help but dig my nails into his shoulder to suppress the sensations. His teeth sunk in, hard but sharp, and I held my breath. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to moan for him; wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he turned me on.
Eric's warm breath caressed my ear, making me want to move away. His teeth held me in place. He moaned deep and low.
"Oh, veronica." His smooth voice raised the hairs on the back of my neck, and slid down my spine to tighten things low in my body. I sucked in my breath.
He moved away from me, once again, chuckling. I glared at him, watching as he moved to turn on the shower.
Cocky ass hole! He looked so careless standing there! There he stood, five minutes away from losing his virginity and taking mine, But no big deal, cause he's cool, and confident. What the fuck ever.
"What?" He gave me strange look.
"...What?" I said back. My face must have given something away.
"Your clothes are still on."
Apparently getting some foreplay is impossible. I raised my eyebrows and shifted my weight.
"That's supposed to be your job."
Ducking his head, he smiled before walking over to me. I became instantly uncomfortable, but buzzed with anticipation. His fingers slid against my sides, lifting the hem of my shirt. My stomach tensed when I realized he knelt in front of me to kiss a trail up the center of my body, all the while lifting my shirt.
My eyes rolled up to the ceiling. I didn't know where else to look and I fought not to sigh to relieve my discomfort. This was not going well...
Eric lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in my blue floral bra and jean shorts. His hands ran up my stomach to give my boobs a squeeze through my bra.
"Oh my god, I can not take this anymore." And I reached up my back to unhook my bra. Eric stood back to watch my hands move across my shoulders then smooth down my arms to push off my bra straps and drop it to the floor. My fingers went to the button on my jeans, but his hand covered mine. I guessed he wanted to do it himself. Instead, he pulled me over to the shower I now realized was steaming.
My stomach dropped, twice.
'Oh God, I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this! What am I doing?'
