The date with Kyle was great. At his core, he was still the same guy I’d been with. He had changed, of course. We all had in the years that passed, but deep down he was the same lovable man I had once upon a time been set to marry.
I had been waiting to give him my virginity, but that time never came. I still had it, and my palms got sweaty at the thought of giving it up to him at long last. I had been naïve to think it had to be a big special event or that we had to get married first or something. After going so long without ever having sex, I was ready to do it— with Kyle, but no one else.
Something was off about him, though, as if something had been bothering him, but I didn’t want to push. We had just connected again, and it would take time before we opened up to each other. But when he asked me to go to his place, I couldn’t say no.
There was something about him that drew me like a magnet. He’d always had that something about him that I couldn’t stay away from. It wasn’t only his looks, although he was incredibly hot. The light hair and blue eyes combination made me flustered, and the way he looked at me like I was the only woman he’d ever seen, made me melt.
And I wanted more time with him. I didn’t care that he didn’t play football anymore. He seemed to see it as a downfall of his character, but it wasn’t such a big deal to me.
We arrived at his apartment, and I found it to be exactly the kind of place I thought he would have. It screamed “Kyle” from the way the coffee and whiskey bottles stood side by side on the counter to the pile of clothing in the other room that could be seen from the hallway. He probably thought the place was neat. It was endearing.
“What can I offer you to drink?” he asked. “I have wine, but nothing too girly. I live alone.”
I liked that about him: that he lived alone. I didn’t want anyone else to kill the sexual tension that grew between us by the second. I wondered briefly what had happened to Jacob, and why they weren’t bunking together, but they were both grown men with careers. It seemed like maybe Jacob was married now. Of course, that would be why they weren’t living together anymore.
“Wine sounds great,” I said. I watched Kyle move around his kitchen. He wore jeans that were faded in all the right places and a collared shirt that stretched across his arms and back, letting me know there was more than meets the eye. He searched for a wine glass but ultimately offering me a coffee mug instead.
“Sorry,” he said. I laughed. This was completely Kyle.
I took the cup of wine and clinked it against his whiskey tumbler. I was already feeling light and airy after the wine we’d had in the restaurant, and my guard was lowered with the alcohol and the memories of the past that seemed to blur with the present the more time we spent together.
“So, what have you been doing since we last saw each other?” I asked him. I had told him my life story, but he had avoided talking about his.
Kyle pulled up his shoulders. “I had a bit of a dip, I have to admit. But after that, I pulled myself together and did my final exams to get where I’m at. That’s pretty much all there is to it. It’s not very interesting.”
“I think you’re interesting,” I said, glancing at him. My voice sounded different than it usually did— full of desire. Because I wanted Kyle.
When I’d been with him in the restaurant it had been easy to keep my composure, to control myself. I hadn’t been tipsy then, and we had been in public. Now I had too much wine in my system. Thanks to my fitness regime it didn’t take much at all.
Now that we were alone, it was harder to behave, especially if his eyes kept slipping to my lips the way they did, as if he was thinking the same thing I was.
Kyle shifted closer to me, sipping his whiskey as I finished my wine. We talked about silly things and about what it meant to be a cheerleader, that I was much more than shaking pompoms around and screaming, “Go Team!”
“For one, the level of fitness is like that of a professional athlete,” Kyle said.
I shook my head. He was so close, his large body trapping me against the counter. He could trap me, pin me, anytime.
“It’s not that serious,” I said, struggling to keep track of what we were talking about. “We train hard, but I don’t think athletes would think we’re working hard at all.”
“You do work hard. I can see it,” Kyle said. He ran his hand down my arm, and I shivered. “I could always see it. Your body is damn hot, Maya.”
He stopped at my wrist and moved his hand onto my hip. He pressed his body against mine so I had to tip my head up to look him in the eye. His eyes were on my mouth. My breath hitched in my throat. Kyle put his hand on my jaw; his fingers touched my neck under my hair and closed the distance between us.
I forgot about everything I might have wanted to say, everything I thought, everything that had happened since we’d broken up. It was just me and Kyle, and everything he was came flooding back to me in a kiss that was an echo of the two years we spent together in college.
I knew this man, I knew the way he kissed me, held me. I knew the shape of him, the freckles on his nose and the green flecks in his eyes.
None of which I could see, because the moment his lips had touched mine, my eyes had fluttered shut.
The rest was a dance we had done many times in the past but never to full completion. We had never made it to the end of the dance, so here was our chance.
He put his hands on my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his body, pushing them into his jeans to squeeze his ass. He’d always had a fantastic ass, and even though he didn’t play anymore, it was still delicious.
When he pulled the cups of my bra down, taking the dress with it, he sucked one nipple after the other into his mouth. I gasped, tipping my head back. He abandoned my nipples to kiss me on the mouth again, grinding his hard cock against me through his jeans.
I reached behind my back and undid my bra, pulling the dress over my head, letting it drop to the ground. He stared at my breasts like he’d never seen them before when in fact, he had. We had made it around most of the bases— we’d just never hit a home run. I pulled his shirt over his head so he was topless, too, then stood in only my thong before him.
Kyle grabbed my ass with both hands and hoisted me up so that my legs were around his waist. We kissed, his tongue in my mouth, my hands in his hair as he carried me to his bedroom. I yelped when he dropped me on the bed.
He kicked off his jeans, but I sat up and pulled down his shorts, setting his dick free. It was hard and eager, silk over steel with a forest of hair around the base. I shifted so my legs hung off the bed, and he stood between them. I took his dick between my hands, curling my finger around his base and sucked him into my mouth.
He groaned when I did, and his hands went to my hair, his fingers tangling in it. It was all so familiar, the same as it had been years ago, yet new and exciting at the same time.
I bobbed my head back and forth, cupping his balls with my free hand, fucking him with my mouth. I wouldn’t have to go on for very long before he stopped me. A moment later, he pulled back, putting his hands on my face.
“Fuck, Maya,” he said, breathing hard. I knew what he was saying: it had been mind-blowing and that he woudn’t be able to endure much more of my sweet torture.
“Take me,” I said and lay back on the bed, shifting so my whole body was on the mattress. “Take me for my first time.”
He looked incredibly turned on and also relieved.
“I knew you were still a virgin,” he said. “Saving it for me.”
Kyle crawled between my legs, and my thighs fell open for him. I didn’t need any more foreplay. I had already been wet when we’d started, but sucking him off had truly gotten me going. It turned me on to know I was giving him pleasure.
“Hang on,” he said and stood up, walking to the nightstand.
He retrieved a foil packet, ripped it open and rolled a condom over his perfect cock. I watched him walk around the bed again, showing him hunger with my eyes.
Kyle joined me on the bed again and positioned himself at my entrance. I gasped as he slid into me. He eased into me gently, but it still hurt.
I tried not to call out in pain, gripping his skin in my fingers. He noticed me tense up and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll show you the time of your life. Just relax, my love.”
The way he called me his love drove me crazy. I relaxed and opened up my pussy for him as he pushed his cock all the way in.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, loving the feel of his cock inside me, filling me up completely, for my very first time.
“Good,” he said. “Because it feels amazing for me.”
He thrust in and out of me, splitting me open, pushing into the hilt now. It was like he knew my limits and wanted to take me there and beyond. His smell, his taste, his skin were so familiar that being with him felt like coming home.
And the feeling of him inside me, big and rigid, was an all-new sensation. It only took a few more pumps before I had my ograsm. I shuddered on the bed, my body convulsing around his cock.
Kyle grinned at me. “That’s my favorite part,” he said.
I blushed, but I didn’t have time to feel shy. He blew every thought away when he started hammering into me, fucking me. His body hovered over mine, elbows resting on either side of my head, breathing hard in my ear. After a while, I put my hands on his hip to stop him.
“My turn,” I said.
He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips. I lowered myself onto his dick and moaned as I did. I shifted a little, getting comfortable. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of his head, flipping my hair over one shoulder so it wasn’t in my face or his, and focused on riding him.
“God, Maya,” Kyle groaned as I slid up and down his dick. His hands were on my hips, guiding me, but I didn’t need direction. I knew exactly where I was going. “How’d you get so good when you were a virgin until just now? This feels fucking great.”
I didn’t know where I was getting the nerve to go all out like this, but it simply felt right. I loved giving in to him and losing control. And now, I loved being on top of him.
I rode him harder and harder, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone in the process. My breasts swung back and forth inches from his face, my hair swept over his chest and the feeling of his cock burying deep into me every time I rocked back was an ecstasy I hadn’t known in a long time. Kyle was still the best fuck.
The friction on my clit pushed me over the edge. I collapsed on Kyle’s chest, my body contracting and clamping down on his dick. I cried out in his ear, my breathing erratic.
Kyle held still, waiting for me to ride out my orgasm. When I could breathe again, he closed his arms around my body and pounded into me from underneath, bucking his hips and holding me in place. I cried out and lifted my hips slightly to give him space to move.
He pounded into me faster and faster, and judging by his breathing and the look of concentration on his face, he was getting closer and closer. I wanted him to release inside me.
The moment I thought it, he pulled me tightly against him and pushed into me as far as he could. I felt his cock jerk and spasm inside me, and it pushed me over the edge again. We rode out the wave of ecstasy together as his cock throbbed inside me, and I got tighter and more sensitive.
Finally, Kyle pulled out of me. I rolled off him, lying on the bed, gasping for breath. Kyle shifted to the edge of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, the condom had disappeared. I appreciated that he had taken the steps to be safe. It was a sign of respect, and it meant a lot to me. When he crawled back onto the bed, he pulled the covers back, and I climbed into bed with him. I didn’t want to get dressed and go home. Not now.
Not when I had just found him again.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” Kyle said. He pulled me against him, wrapping his body around me. He planted a kiss on my hair, and I closed my eyes, falling back into our old routine of cuddling that we had done before, not bothering to think about what it meant for us now.
“Me, too.”