Chapter Four
Lance had picked her up and was carrying her through the crowd. Before she even knew what was happening. Margie had her arms wrapped around him tightly as he traversed the crowd, light on his feet. They burst through the front doors of the house and Margie could finally breathe again.
But then again, she was in the arms of Lance Healy, so not much breathing chance there. His arms were strong and muscular and he didn’t seem to be putting a whole lot of effort into carrying her.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said, after several minutes of silence. She had no idea where he was carrying her to.
“It’s alright. It was probably harmless, anyway,” Margie managed to say, even though she felt breathless in his arms. Their eyes locked. He was staring at her like he wanted to devour her.
“Why were you running away, Margie?” He whispered, close to her ear, and she blushed. She interlaced her fingers together behind his neck as they made their way down the dark lanes of the campus. A few street lamps lit their path, but she still had no idea where they were going.
“Were you running away from me?” he probed again, and she shook her head.
“I was claustrophobic. I just wanted to get out of there,” she mumbled, and he suddenly put her down. She felt the trunk of a tree against her back as he pressed himself close to her.
“Margie…” he muttered her name and bent his face towards her. She closed her eyes just as his lips enveloped hers. He pushed her to the tree trunk as she clutched his shoulders. They were kissing gently, and she could taste him now. His tongue was slowly pushing its way between her lips, making its way in. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Nobody had ever made her feel this way with just one kiss.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as his hands found their way to her butt. He pulled her closer and they continued kissing. It was Lance who eventually pulled away.
Margie giggled and their foreheads knocked. She had just kissed Lance Healy!
“Lance…” she began to say as she felt his hand slowly trace the arch of her back. His other hand was running up her thigh now, approaching that warm, throbbing core of her that nobody had ever touched.
“You should know…I’ve never…” she didn’t know what to say, but Lance pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.
“That’s okay,” he whispered, and she breathed in sharply. His hand had found its way to her wetness. He was stroking it deftly, and she could feel her body quivering. It was a reaction she had not been prepared for.
“We’ll take it slow.” His voice was hoarse and gruff. She could barely see him in the dark, but her eyes were adjusting to the moonlight now.
Margie didn’t know what to do. Her instinctual reaction was to continue digging her nails into his back, but it only seemed to entice him more.
“We need to get this off first,” he said, feeling for the zipper of her dress at the back. She bunched up the fabric of his T-shirt at the same time, tugging at it. She wanted to see him naked again. With one swift movement he had unzipped her dress and it fell quickly to the ground, around her ankles.
Margie let go of him, reaching instinctively with her hands to cover her breasts. She was blushing, shy at the thought of allowing Lance Healy of all people to see her naked. She wasn’t sure what he would think of her.
His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, and while keeping his focus on her he pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, eventually tossing it to the ground. Without a word, he reached for her hands, slowly pulling them away from her breasts. He ran his fingers gently along the lines of her lace bra. Margie could feel the goosebumps on the flesh of her arms and the back of her neck.
“You’re beautiful, Margie. Let me see you,” he said, and reached around to unhook the bra. She felt another rush of cold air as her breasts were exposed in a flash.
Lance reached for the straps and pulled them down her arms, and her breasts bounced slightly at the movement.
Slowly, keeping his eyes on her face to study her reaction, he reached for her breasts. His hands hovered over them both. Margie couldn’t bear it anymore, her body was revolting against her. She pressed her eyes closed tightly just as she felt the sensation of a wet mouth around her right nipple. Lance was sucking on it, gently at first and then vigorously.
Margie’s back arched without warning. She was thrusting her breasts towards him. She felt him draw away from her right nipple to her left, and a soft moan escaped her lips. He was taking his time with her.
She wanted to feel him too, touch every inch of him. Her hands reached for his naked torso, feeling the chiseled muscles on his body till her fingers reached the top of his jeans. She could feel a smattering of fine hair which disappeared into his pants.
She heard him laugh a little.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself there,” he said, and Margie blushed. His hands were up her thighs now, slowly stroking her again. With every stroke of his finger, the feeling of wanting him inside her grew. She wasn’t afraid of it any more. She wanted to experience it, with nobody else other than Lance.
Margie wasn’t bothered by his laughter, and allowed herself to unzip his pants and work on his belt. He helped her and then slowly eased his pants down.
She hadn’t expected him to not be wearing underwear, although he probably hadn’t had time to change into fresh ones after the swim and in his rush to follow her.
Instead a big, throbbing penis greeted her as he rolled his pants down. Never before had she wanted one inside her so badly. He grabbed her waist suddenly and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the squeaky wetness between her legs, she was ready to have him.
“Margie…” he began to say, and she was the one who placed a finger on his lips this time.
“I want this, Lance,” she said, and slowly started to peel down her panties. Lance watched her admiringly, as she stepped out of them and stood in front of him. He was holding his penis in his hands now, massaging it while looking at her naked body.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said gruffly, and then with his other hand he pushed her against the tree trunk again. Lance fell on her, pressing his body to hers and they were kissing again. She didn’t know where to touch him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth as she felt him bunch up her hair in his hands.
With his other hand he parted her legs. She thrust her hips into his, grinding herself against him. His penis felt hot and large against her thigh. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled softly, just as she felt him push himself inside her.
Margie gasped, not expecting the sensation to feel this overpowering. Lance was slow, watching her face as he gently pushed inside her, inch by inch. She was moaning now. She wanted him inside her completely, wanted him to reach that spot in her core that was aching to be stroked.
“Lance!” She screamed out his name as he grabbed her waist, tugged her hair in his hands and gave a final thrust. He was inside her completely. She had wrapped one of her legs around his thighs to keep herself in place. Now her hold was weakening, and she could feel all her muscles relaxing.
He was pulling out. A panic overcame her face. What was happening? She could feel him slide out of her, but just as she was about to scream at him to stop he had thrust inside her again. Margie moaned loudly, her butt crashing against the tree trunk with the weight of Lance against her. She dug her nails into his flesh deeper. She wanted to have all of him, all the time, deeper and deeper.
Lance picked up speed. He was thrusting into her and then pulling out in a quick, successive motion. He grunted every time he pulled out and then pushed in a little deeper. Margie’s eyes rolled, her body was shaking and she was moaning louder than she would have wanted to. But there was no stopping them now. She was going to have her first orgasm.
“Lance!” She screamed his name again, as he shuddered inside her hard. She could see that his body was glistening with sweat, and he was losing control too. It was time she gave in to what her body and mind really wanted. Margie tightened her leg around him as her thighs quivered. Her toes curled inside her shoes. She screamed out his name repeatedly and Lance was orgasming too. She could feel him oozing inside her and her body quivered more violently.
Lance was grunting, his grip on her hair had come loose and now he was clutching her waist tightly. They were both moaning loudly, until their souls were finally satisfied.
Lance pulled himself out of her, several seconds after it was over. Margie stood in the same position, her leg still around his thighs. Their breathing was heavy. She wasn’t sure when she would be able to breathe normally again.
Lance was smiling as he pulled out and then started rummaging in the dark for his clothes. Margie bit down on her lip and started looking for her own clothes. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say.
“That was great, Margie.” It was Lance who finally said something, as he buttoned up his pants and started to tie his belt.
Margie was zipping up her dress and she shook her hair in an attempt to make it fall back into place.
“It was,” she said, smiling at him. She wanted to rest her head on his chest and hug him tightly, but she wasn’t sure what was appropriate, or what he expected from her now. How slowly would he want to take their relationship?
“You’re beautiful and lovely,” he said and quickly pressed a kiss on her cheek. She was blushing again.
“Are you going back to the party now?” she asked him, leaning back against the tree trunk again.
“I have to, sadly. People are going to start missing me, and then they’ll start talking and gossiping behind our backs,” he said, a sudden reminder to Margie of just who was. A celebrity in college. Lance Healy needed to tread carefully.
“Of course. No, you should go. I’m tired. I think I’ll head back.” She adjusted her dress again, already regretting her decision to not go back with him to the party.
“Okay. I’ll see you in the library tomorrow?” he asked, beginning to walk away from her.
“It’s a date,” she said, a huge smile spreading on her face. Lance grinned at her, turned and then started jogging away towards the frat house, which she could see in the distance.
Margie shrugged and hugged herself, the smile on her face only widening. She began to walk back towards her dorm and wondered if she should tell Claire. Just how secretive did Lance want their relationship to be? Either way, she was just happy knowing that she would see him again, that he was her first, that she would always have this beautiful memory of him.