All alone inside her house, she can't believe she's actually going to go through with this. It's been months since she's been with anyone else, but this sweet little boy just... she can't resist him. Despite the fact that he's older than her, it how she thinks of him. This sweet, adorable, innocent guy that she wants to corrupt. To ruin. To teach. This perfect blank slate that she can teach to do anything to please her. He's so eager. Her heart begins to pound and she gets wet just thinking of it. So soon now. She can't believe it's finally going to happen.
"Almost there." His text reads. He's come so far just to see her.
"Can't wait ;)" She's glad he's not here yet. It will give her some time to calm down. It wouldn't do to seem too eager. She is, after all, supposed to be the one with experience.
She hears him knock on the door and immediately feels her heart ramp right back up. She pauses at the door and takes a deep, deep breath, forcing herself to calm. It's no use. She's always had a high sex drive and now she wants him so badly she can barely breathe. She looks down to realize her hand is shaking on the knob.
She opens the door and beams at him. She can't help it, he looks so uncomfortable. Despite that, he grins. She loves that grin, God she can't believe nobody's ever fucked him yet.
She grabs him by the shirt and pulls him through the door. It's all she can do not to rip his clothes off and fuck him on the couch. She shuts the door and lifts up on her tiptoes, softly kissing him on the mouth. She forces herself to stop before she loses control. His first time should be special. Meaningful. Not just the blind lust-fuck she usually has.
She clears her throat as she relaxes her grip on his shirt. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No, I'm ok." She loves his voice. He's so nervous and adorable. God, and tall. She didn't realize how fucking tall he was online. She's going to go crazy, she just knows it. He hasn't even touched her and she's soaked and frazzled. Fuck it. She can't pretend anymore. If she doesn't touch him right now, she may go blind from lust.
She crawls into his lap. It's way too much, way too fast, but she can't help it. Its way slower than she usually goes. She leans down, her lips only a whisper away from his and slides her fingers into his thick, dark hair. It's like touching a live wire, her pale, smooth skin against his darker olive.
His hair is so soft under her fingers and she can taste his breath with every exhale. Her skin is on fire, burning everywhere he's touching her, which, right now means only on her hips, through her shirt and jeans. Normally a guy would be hell bent on getting her naked. Holding her head and forcing a deep, wet kiss but not him. Not Nick. God he's so innocent. It's like a drug. She wants to take this sweet, adorable guy and make him crazy, fucked up on lust. She wants to see him lust like her.
She can't. If she kisses him now, it's all over. Nothing special. She fights the haze in her brain and forces herself to ask him what he wants. This isn't about her. next time, later, maybe, but not now. Not his first.
He gets that look on his face. The one that says he's not comfortable. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.
"Do you want to stay here and kiss, or go upstairs?"
He seems much more comfortable with choices. She should have started that way. She bites down on her lip to clear the haze a little more, but the pain makes it worse.
"We can go upstairs." It's almost a question.
"I asked what you wanted, Nick. There's no wrong answer." She's so damn frustrated. He just seems so...
Her haze clears. No wonder he seems uninterested. He is. He has to be. Nobody stays this cool with a girl like her in their lap. She leans back and plays with her hair so she doesn't have to look at him.
"I want to go upstairs." It's what she wanted to hear just moments ago but now... now it seems hollow. A loss, not a victory. Still, she takes his hand and leads him up the stairs. The feel of his big hand in hers sends a little twinge over her skin, but only distantly. Not like the fire of before.
Once upstairs, they get into her bed. She knows the black sheets make her skin glow, but she doesn't notice the way he notices. She's too hurt to notice. She kneels on the bed, waiting for him to follow, but he doesn't. Instead he kisses her. What his kiss lacks in technique, it makes up in enthusiasm.
She can't help it. She laughs. He turns away.
"Stop. Please?" Her eyes are soft. "I didn't mean to laugh, you just seemed so bored downstairs and now..."
"I've never done this before. I told you, I don't usually react the way I should!" He's so angry. She reaches out to lay her hand on his cheek.
"Come here," she says as she pulls his lips close to hers. "Let me show you how." She gently caresses his lower lip between hers, sucking softly and then starting again on his top lip. She slides her hands under his shirt, slowly running her fingers up and through the hair from his jeans to his belly button.
"Hmmm, you feel so different here. I love this," she says, playing with the thick curls on his stomach.
He groans and she uses that opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth, just gently caressing his tongue. She feels the lust creeping back in. She can taste it this time on his tongue. She loses herself to the feel of her hands on his chest and stomach, under his shirt and the way his lips feel on hers.
His fingers are wrapped in her hair with one hand and sliding over her back with the other. She can feel every point of contact, him standing, her still kneeling on the edge. He pushes her slowly back and its not graceful, her knees seem to be everywhere but then he's on top of her. He's on top and he's kissing her and she can feel how hard he is and she's seized by the undeniable urge to see his skin, to feel his skin against her and see the contrast between his dark, olive fingers and her milky with breasts and rosy pink nipples. She needs it.
She grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, just below her lacy blue bra. She'll teach him how to unhook a woman's bra another day, for now, she needs him.
He starts kissing lower, along her jaw and neck as she reaches behind her and unhooks her clasp.
"Suck, please," She gasps out as his lips meet the space where her shoulders and neck connect. He does and she moans, louder than she has been.
