CHAPTER SIX
Monday came, and classes went on as normal. Well, normal for every class except for Art Appreciation. I watched Damien Reed like a hawk. He regarded me no differently than he ever had, and it was beginning to drive me a bit crazy. How could he pretend that nothing had gone on between us—that nothing was going on between us? Because there was nothing going on between us. I was just blowing things out of proportion again.
I scowled into my textbook, feeling oddly lonely. This was all too much for me to handle. I needed someone to confide in, but I couldn't risk getting Damien in trouble. As much as I was emotionally torn by these lessons, I didn't want them to stop. The thought of not being able to see Damien on a personal level was painful to me, perhaps because I knew he would likely replace me with another student.
When school was over, I called up Tanya to meet me at our local hangout. I munched on a salad absentmindedly while she instantly went into a spiel about this new guy she was seeing. It wasn't uncommon for her to sleep with the same guy several times until she got bored with him, but the way she was talking about this guy was different.
“Oh, Chey. He's so mature and romantic. Not like all those other guys,” she gushed. “He wants to take me out to a fancy restaurant this weekend and then take me home to meet his parents.”
“Ut oh.” I tried to force myself to grin. “If he wants you to meet his parents, then it must be serious. Are you going to go?”
“I don't know. I'm kind of worried things are moving a little too fast, but I don't want to screw this up by telling him I'm not ready, you know?”
I gave her a serious look. “Having sex on the first date is moving too fast. Meeting a guy's parents is the natural progression of a relationship.”
“I'm just not used to doing things like this.”
“Well, if you're really interested in this guy, then you're going to have to get used to it.”
“I suppose so.” She frowned at her hamburger. “I just wish we could put it off for a while. The sex is so good, but I just don't feel ready for that step. It's a big step.”
“It is kind of a big step,” I admitted, feeling suddenly jealous. Damien Reed had parents who I'd never meet because they lived in Washington, not like he would want to introduce me to them anyway. Maybe I could introduce mine to him through a parent-teacher conference. Force him to meet my parents. How romantic is that? I thought sarcastically.
“What about your guy?” she asked. “Is something wrong? You don't look too happy.”
“I don't think things are going too well with us.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I wanted to have sex this weekend.”
“Chey, oh my God.” Her voice rose a few octaves in unmerited excitement, as if the news was so incredibly shocking. “And? Did you do it?”
“No. He said he wasn't interested in sex with me because I'm a virgin.”
“What?” Her expression turned confused.
“I know.”
“Are you sure he really has a penis?”
“Oh, I'm sure,” I replied, thinking of Damien's naked cock which I had fervently sucked on over my panties.
“What about balls? Does he have balls? Because this guy doesn't sound like a regular guy.”
“He's not a regular guy. I think that's the problem. He's very mature and reserved.”
“And neutered, apparently. Seriously, what guy on the face of the planet turns down sex?”
Damien Reed, I thought bitterly.
“If he doesn't want you to be a virgin, then he could easily remedy that problem. Common sense, right? I mean, what, does he want you to go screw other people or something?”
“I don't know.” I shook my head in frustration.
“You should forget about that loser. If he doesn't want to have sex with you, then there's something wrong with him. It's his loss.”
But I couldn't forget about him. Damien Reed seemed to infect my every waking thought that wasn't occupied by school. It was annoying but uncontrollable.
“I'll figure out something,” I mumbled, sighing afterward.
Why couldn't he be normal? Or why couldn't he have been a student? I wanted a relationship, not this twisted . . . thing we had going on. Maybe Tanya was right. Perhaps I should at least make an effort to forget about him. The best way to do that was to replace him, but I didn't have the patience to wait for Prince Charming to fall into my lap. I needed someone now.
As if reading my mind, Tanya asked, “Have you spoken to Chase lately?”
“No,” I replied thoughtfully, “but I think I'll give him a call.”
Unlike Tanya and I, Chase had decided to take a year off of school before starting college. He said he wanted to move out of his parents' house and experience life for a while before he had to get serious again. And so he had. A week after our graduation, he landed a job at the local hardware store. By the end of his first month working, he saved up enough money to get an apartment.
I stood outside his door. The butterflies that plagued me every time I went to Damien's Reed house had decided to accompany me to see Chase as well, though this time the feeling was slightly different. Chase was familiar, an old friend, but it had been so long since I'd seen or talked to him that I wasn't quite sure what to expect.
He answered the door with the same goofy ear to ear grin I was used to seeing on him. Why I had stayed away so long, I didn't know. Yes, he had feelings for me—feelings I wasn't sure I reciprocated, but at the end of the day, we were still friends.
“I've missed you so much,” he said, embracing me as if he'd never let me go. It felt good to be in a man's arms, strong and warm and secure. Unlike Damien Reed, this man wasn't afraid to show his feelings, and every one of them were completely sincere. He'd never do anything to hurt me. Ever.
“I've missed you too,” I replied, pulling away from the embrace to get a better look at him. Nothing had changed. He still towered over me, still had blonde hair that he wore slicked down, still had glasses. He was still my Chase. Good old familiar Chase.
“Come in. Come in.” He moved out of the way to let me inside.
The apartment was small and cramped, and not the cleanest of places. This was definitely a bachelor pad. Not the tidy cohesive kind of bachelor pad that Damien Reed kept, but the just-out-of-high-school bachelor pad, with mismatched particle board furniture everywhere, empty pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, and carpet that badly needed a vacuum run over it.
“It looks nice,” I lied, smiling politely as I took a seat on a sofa that I was almost certain I'd seen in his parents' basement.
“I work hard for it,” he said proudly, offering me a soda as he sat beside me. “How are things going with school?”
“They're okay. Nothing too exciting to report.” Again, it was a lie, but I refused to tell him about Damien Reed. Things were a bit strained between us as it was. I didn't want to muddy up the water right from the start.
“Are you getting good grades?”
“I think so, so far, at least.”
“Good. Good.” He looked at the table in front of us, avoiding my gaze. “Meet any guys?”
Now that was an awkward question. “No.” I smiled at him. “You meet any girls since I last saw you?”
His face lit up at my answer. “No. I've been too busy working to have time for girls. I mean, I'd make time for the right girl.”
He looked so timid and adorable. Completely the opposite of Damien Reed.
“I'm sorry about how things ended with us. I mean, last time we spoke,” I said.
“Oh? I didn't think things ended too badly. I mean, you basically just stopped talking to me.” He shrugged.
“I know, but it was a shitty thing to do. I just didn't know how to cope then. But I do now.”
“What do you mean?” He gave me a confused look.
The butterflies in my stomach took flight, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say, but I forced the words out, none the less. “I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I was wondering if you wanted to have sex.”
“What?” His mouth gaped open in shock, and I thought his jaw might hit the floor.
“I've been thinking about us . . . a lot lately. I think I do have . . . those kinds of feelings for you. I just need to be sure, and I think that if we slept together, it might help me to make up my mind.”
“Oh,” he sounded a bit disappointed, or confused. I couldn't tell which one.
“I mean, I can totally understand if you don't want to. I know it's really weird me coming over here after so long and asking this.”
“It's fine,” he laughed softly. “I want to, I just don't want you to think that's the only thing I want. We haven't seen each other in so long. I had thought you were trying to forget about me, to be honest.”
“No. I just needed a break, to sort out my thoughts and feelings,” I sighed, worried he would reject me too.
“So, you've really been thinking about me this entire time?” He looked hopeful.
“How could I forget about you? We spent all of high school together?”
“Yeah.”
“The truth of the matter is that I've been holding onto my virginity forever like it's something sacred, waiting for a worthy guy to give it to. I don't think there's anyone more worthy than you. You've stuck by my side for the past four years, through thick and thin, through good times and bad. Even when I pushed you away, all it took was one phone call for you to welcome me back with open arms. How many other guys would do that?” My words were completely sincere. Even when life had been crazy and upside-down in the past, Chase had always been there, my rock. He had been my friend, my companion, my protection, the warm arms that held me, the shoulder I cried on, the nonjudgmental face that listened to my problems.
“Wow, Chey.” He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by my words. “I didn't know you thought of me that way.”
“I do think of you that way. I've just never said it before.”
“So, you're still a virgin then?” he asked timidly.
“Of course I am, you dope.” I smacked his arm. “I didn't just come up with that whole speech to lie to you.”
“Sorry. Sorry.” He winced away. “So, if we have sex, does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It means I'll have a better understanding of my feelings for you, hopefully. We can see how things go from there.”
“Wow. You've really changed a lot.”
“What do you mean?” I gave him a queer look.
“I mean, I didn't think you'd ever be willing to sleep with someone you're not dating.”
“Well, you're not just someone.”
He sighed, getting that dreamy lovestruck look in his eyes that I'd only seen a handful of times. “Thanks. That makes me feel good.”
“You should feel good. Now, are you down or not?” I asked with a smirk.
“I think I'm down.” He nodded, scooting a bit closer to me.
Our first kiss was far from romantic. Chase leaned forward, awkwardly putting his arms around me. We craned our necks at the same time, in the same direction, and then both giggled as we simultaneously tried to reposition.
“This isn't going to work,” he said, sounding slightly agitated. “Stay still.”
This time, I straightened myself, allowing him to come to me. Our lips met, and electricity raged through me. The sparks were good, but they weren't Damien Reed sparks. Why did I have to think of him at a time like this. Stop it, Chey. Stop it.
I let Chase lead while I followed. His kiss was a lot rougher than Damien's, infused with lustful passion. While Damien had been reserved, Chase felt recklessly wanton, his tongue working to explore every centimeter of the slick cavern of my mouth. It was a bit overwhelming, but still felt good. Our lips made wet noises as they moved together.
Already, Chase was overpowering me, pushing me down on the sofa. I could feel the thick bulge of his crotch pressing between my legs, and I parted them reflexively, though the sofa beneath us made it a bit difficult. My hand slipped down, moving to grip his member, rubbing it over his pants. It felt absolutely enormous, though I had half expected it. High school girls talked, and word on campus was that Chase was hung like a horse. That didn't seem to be a lie.
“Bed,” he murmured around my mouth, breaking away from the kiss to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom. His bed was unmade, and it looked like the sheets hadn't been changed in a while. I scowled at it, but said nothing, staring at the light switch while Chase pulled off his shirt.
I wondered how mad he would be if I asked if we could turn the lights off. The idea of losing my virginity in his tiny filthy apartment was becoming less and less appealing. At least, if the lights were off, I could pretend I was somewhere clean, like my house, or Damien's classroom. Chase's parents were real neat freaks. I shouldn't be so surprised that he had decided to live like a pig once he broke free of them. Maybe it would be better if I came back later and gave him time to clean, I thought, but before I could open my mouth to voice objection, he was grabbing me by the hips and pulling me on top of him on the bed. Thankfully, the skirt I was wearing wasn't a pencil skirt. Otherwise, it might have ripped.
I could feel his excitement rising between my legs, pressing hard against my skirt and panties. Despite my disgust at the surroundings, my female parts began to moisten. Perhaps it was automatic from having a cock so close to them. Ever since I started lessons with Damien Reed, it had taken a lot less to get me hot and bothered.
My new-found self-confidence spurred me to take control, leaning down to flick my tongue across one of Chase's nipples while I clawed my nails down his stomach. He had a nice swimmers build, with defined abdominal muscles and smooth hairless skin. He groaned as my lips teased his nipple.
By that time, my hand had reached the waistband of his pants, and I quickly worked to unfasten his belt and release the monster within. It was every bit as big as I had anticipated. At least eight inches long, and thick. There was a small crock where it bent slightly to the right, but that didn't make it any less impressive.
Chase was insistently gripping at my blouse. I wanted to have more fun with his tool, but he seemed to have other things in mind. Giving in to his desires, I leaned forward a bit and allowed him to pull off my blouse. He sat up and promptly began to unclasp my bra, undressing me with the eagerness of a man who had been kept waiting for way too long.
“Stand up for a moment,” he told me, and when I did, he wiggled out of his pants, then threw his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my hips to tug down my skirt. It fell effortlessly to the floor, and Chase wasted no time in removing my panties as well.
Soon, we were both naked, and the full awkwardness of the situation was beginning to sink in for me. Was this really what I wanted? I know that I had said all of those things to Chase, and yes, I had meant them, but still. How could I be sure he was the right person to give myself to? In truth, I wasn't, but I couldn't think of a better man.
“Are you alright?” he asked, noticing my sudden change in mood.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I guess I'm just a bit nervous.”
“I won't hurt you.”
“I know you won't. Can we just . . . take things a bit slow?”
“Sure. We can take things as slow as you want,” his voice was soothing.
“Lay back on the bed. I want . . . well, you'll see.”
He smirked, obeying. I crawled up on the bed behind him, stopping at his hips. His massive rod pointed up at me like an arrow, and I sank down, flicking my tongue out at the tip.
Chase groaned, resting his head against the pillow for a moment before he craned it back up to watch me.
I gripped the base of his member, holding it steady while I ran the blade of my tongue up the underside. He tasted like skin and sex and man. Completely intoxicating. I was quickly becoming aware of the fact that I actually enjoyed sucking cock. The look on a man's face when you held his most tender bits inside of your mouth was absolutely exquisite.
With a feline like purr, I pressed my lips around the tip, suckling at it and teasing the groove on the underside with my tongue. The smoothness of his glans was pleasant in my mouth, the velvety softness of his shaft, comfortable in my hand. I stroked slowly as I sucked on him, eliciting a torrent of groans. Chase was very vocal. I liked that.
Soon, I found myself taking him in further, pressing him to the back of my throat. My gag reflex went off instantly, and I blushed as I pulled away. Chase didn't seem to mind though. He simply lay there, his eyes half-closed, as if my mouth was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt on his cock.
I decided to take another try at deep-throating him, lowering my lips more slowly onto his rod and pulling back whenever I could feel the muscles of my throat ready to go into eject mode. It took a bit of trial and error, but I eventually got the hang of it. Chase's hips writhed beneath me as I milked his cock into my mouth, following my strokes with very audible slurping. Every time I reached the tip, I would swirl my tongue up and over his delicious ridges, which seemed to please him very much by the heated sounds he was making.
“Oh my God, Chey, you've got to stop. I'm going to . . .”
I could feel his member twitch in my mouth, and for a moment, I thought he was going to expend his juices, but thankfully, Chase seemed to have more reservation than that. He urged me off his pulsing member, though I was a little disappointed for having to leave it. I had been really enjoying myself, tasting his meaty manhood.
Chase sat up and tangled his fingers into my hair, drawing me to him for a heated kiss. His mouth moved on top of mine desperately, needily, and my own body began to hunger—to hunger for his touch, for the touch of a man who truly wanted me. No one on the face of the planet wanted me more than Chase did.
Soon, I was lying on my back, and he was leaning over me. His hand reached between my legs, his thick fingers parting my lower lips to press my arousal button. My breath hitched as he found it, rubbing dangerous circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Everything disappeared around us, and my doubt melted away. This was the man I wanted inside of me.
He leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation sent warm electric need straight to my clit, which his fingers were currently working like a light switch. The only mode my body was set to was on though. I curled my fingers into his hair, moaning out my pleasure.
“Are you alright?” he breathed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yes. Less talking, more sucking.”
He was happy to oblige, moving to my other nipple to give it equal attention. The finger that had been rubbing my clit began traveling downward, and I spread my legs to give it better access. It played around my moist tunnel, gently dipping into my wetness but not pressing too far. My hips writhed in approval, waiting impatiently for his hand to claim me.
The first finger slipped inside, knuckle deep, and I felt my inner walls closing in on it involuntarily, almost as if my body was trying to trap the intruder. Chase groaned, nuzzling my chest lovingly.
“You're definitely still a virgin,” he murmured, as if I needed a reminder.
A second finger joined the first, and I winced a bit, feeling the pressure of being too full. If two fingers stung, I didn't even want to imagine what his cock was going to feel like. Still, I had committed to this, and I wasn't about to back out.
The first few passes Chase's fingers made inside of me were uncomfortable, but the wetness of my cunt offered soothing relief. Soon, his fingers were sliding in and out almost effortlessly, bringing pleasure instead of pain. I groaned, licking my lips, my entire body a mess of sensations. It all felt so incredible, and I could hardly wait for the next step.
“I'm ready,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?” Chase asked, scooting up on the bed so that he could kiss me again. His hand left my pussy, and I felt oddly empty.
“Yes. I want you inside of me, but first.” I reached for my phone on the bedside table.
He gave me a queer look. “What are you doing?”
“I want to record this. A girl only loses her virginity once in her lifetime,” I told him as I propped the phone up against the lamp and began setting it up to record video.
“Damn, Chey. I never knew you were so kinky.”
“Well, now you do.” I grinned, thinking about my sessions with Damien Reed. Once I hit the record button, I laid back down, getting comfortable beneath Chase. “I'm ready for you, stud.”
Without another word, he crawled between my legs, spreading them a bit wider. I watched him tower over me, thinking about how incredibly sexy he looked. In that moment, he was no longer Chase my long-time friend. He was Chase my lover, the man I wanted to give myself to—the man who deserved to have me.
His tip pressed against my wet opening, and I felt that very familiar unpleasant stretching. The magic of the moment faded away from the pain of my cunt being spread wider than it could handle. I gasped as he bucked inside of me, filling me to the hilt with his thick member. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking especially concerned.
“It hurts a bit, is all,” I said between breaths, praying my body would adjust quickly.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“I don't know.”
I could feel my cunt pulsing around his tool, as if all of my blood had rushed down below in fear that something traumatic was happening to my nether region. Chase's cock was pretty traumatic, but it was a good kind of trauma. Despite my pain, I was happy, not regretting my decision at all.
“It's fine,” I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was lying or not.
Chase nodded, pulling his hips back. Then he pushed in again, though a lot more slowly this time. The pain was still there, but I did my best to bear it. I had been warned time and time again that my first time would hurt, but I had also been assured it would get better. I just hoped the get better part would happen soon.
I stifled my cries as Chase began thrusting. My cunt throbbed and ached, but eventually, the pain did begin to subside. There was a strange pleasurable sensation as he moved on top of me, the friction of his cock rubbing my inner walls, bringing me to new heights.
His mouth found mine, and I moaned into it, quickly becoming lost in the moment again. Chase was on top of me, fucking me, and I absolutely loved it. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as he picked up speed, causing the friction to build to the point it was almost overwhelming. I felt so full, overstuffed, like his member might destroy me at any moment. Still, my body begged him to continue. A pleasure storm was brewing between my legs, swirling and bubbling and waiting to erupt.
“Don't stop,” I cried out, fearing the ebb that would draw my orgasm away.
Chase didn't stop, and with a few more thrusts of his hips, I was cast overboard into a sea of bliss, my love tunnel squeezing his member as tightly as it could muster after being pounded into submission. It was all it took to send him over the edge. He pulled out of my cunt and shot a thick load onto my stomach, panting for breath and groaning out his pleasure. I watched him with a satisfied look on my face as his abs contracted, and he squeezed the last remaining drops of his orgasm out of his cock.
When we were both done, I leaned over to stop the recording on my cell phone, and Chase crawled off the bed to go get a towel from the bathroom, cleaning his creamy man babies off my stomach like a perfect gentleman. I smiled at him all the while, utterly and totally satisfied with myself and him and the way everything had gone down. It felt so right, like this was what was supposed to happen. Maybe Damien Reed wasn't wrong to turn me away.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Chase offered, looking down at the blood on his cock.
To be honest, I was surprised that I had bled at all. When I was seven years old, I was sure I had torn my hymen during a tragic seesaw incident where this kid decided to jump on the seesaw when I was trying to climb onto it. My cunt ended up bloody and swollen.
Besides, I didn't bleed when I stuck the pen inside me either, so I just assumed I wasn't going to bleed after sex.
We were both messy, but I wanted to get home. The euphoria of the moment was wearing off, and I remembered where I was at, in a dirty bedroom on a filthy bed. All I wanted was to go home and take a shower in my own clean bathroom.
“Maybe some other time, stud,” I told him as I sat up to start getting dressed.
“So.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you feel any different about me?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I think I do. But I still need a few days to mull over everything that's happened. I'll keep in touch.”
“Promise?” his voice sounded desperate, as if he expected to be abandoned again.
“I promise.” I smiled warmly at him before standing to give him a kiss on the cheek and walk myself out.
“When will you call me?”
“Soon,” I told him, and then disappeared out the door.
The entire drive home, I felt stupidly happy. Chase had been perfect. Maybe his apartment sucked, but he had been absolutely kind and gentle and sweet. Everything a real man should be. Damien Reed could take some lessons from him.
Damien Reed. Why was I still even thinking about that guy? It was obvious we didn't want the same thing. He was just being . . . Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure what he was being, but I was starting to feel like he wasn't good for me.