Prequel

10 Years Ago

Mason

I didn’t used to be the devil.

I was eighteen and I knew Ava was the one. If anything was ever going to happen between the two of us, that day was going to be the day. We had known each other our whole lives, and I had always been in love with her. Maybe it was young love, the reckless kind, or so my parents liked to refer to it as, but it didn’t feel reckless; it felt heavenly.

Ava was curvy, had big hips, was still going through the young juggling of our hormones. She was self-conscious with everyone else, especially since most of our friends were rich and perfect and constantly talked about it. With me, though, she let down her guard, let me see her for who she really was. And I loved everything about her.

I had asked her over under the premise that we would just relax together, watch movies like we always did on Friday nights, but I wanted something more. From the look in her eyes when I started to kiss her, she wanted more too.

Normally, we would mess around a little, kissing, light touching over our clothes, but this time she was more aggressive. There weren’t any pullbacks, no stopping to think about where the night was going. She threw herself into my arms full speed ahead. We had talked about it a couple times, but she’d always shied away, saying she wasn’t ready yet, and I respected that. I respected her. It was hard, though. I wanted her so badly, and the light kissing and touching had only expounded on that fact. I tried to show her how hot I thought she was, tried to get her away from her inner thoughts, but until that night, it had always ended with her stopping it and me fighting blue balls through an entire chick flick. This night was different, and I was so excited, I had to slow myself down.

We were all over each other, our hands exploring every inch of one another. I pulled her into my lap, running my hands down her sides as our mouths passionately pressed together. She shivered, and it made me even more excited. I cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, wanting to show her this was more than just s*x to me.

We had been friends, dating—whatever you wanted to call it—behind our parents’ backs for quite a while. It was more my parents who had an issue with it. Even though they were friends with Ava’s parents, they didn’t think she was the “ideal” girl for me, whatever that meant. I had different theories, and part of what always stopped us from going all the way beyond just her nervousness was that one or both sets of our parents were always somewhere close by, leaving us little time to be alone, much less to make out.

This time was different, though. My parents were out of town on business, my older brother was at college, and my younger brother had gone to a friend’s house for the night. We had the whole place to ourselves, and there was no way anyone was going to catch us. I had made sure the place looked nice, cleaned up my room, and made it extra romantic before she came over. There were candles, music, and I even changed the sheets and sprayed linen spray on them so everything was nice and inviting.

I pulled Ava off me and laid her down on the bed beside me before turning and kissing her again. I slowly ran my hand up her shirt and over her soft skin, careful with every move, not wanting to spook her, wanting her to enjoy every stroke of my hand and every roll of my finger. She was so s*xy, and I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off.

She opened her eyes and pulled herself up to a sitting position, smiling at me as she seductively pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, tossing that too. Her breasts bounced out, and I stared at them for a moment, my mouth hanging slightly open. She giggled, bringing me back to reality, and I wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. All that planning and her tits had left me speechless.

I snapped myself out of it and pulled my shirt over my head, sitting face to face with her, and leaned forward and softly kissed her. Her touch was incredible, and I had wanted it for so damn long. The music changed to something a bit more seductive as I pulled myself on top of her. She spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist before lying gently down on the pillow. Her warm skin touched mine, the softness of her body smoothing over me like a blanket. It was sensual how I could feel every inch of her skin, how I paid attention to every sensation between the two of us – after all, it was my first time and I wanted to remember that moment forever.

Ava twirled her fingers through the hair in my beard and moved up, combing through my long hair. I loved the feeling of having her beneath me, her body pushing upward, almost begging for more. Neither of us knew exactly what we were doing. We obviously knew the logistics, but everything else was just happening. Whatever felt right in the moment was what we both did.

When I was growing up, my parents never really talked about s*x. They talked about relationships and choosing the right girl to date. My mother was kinder about it, telling me to go with my heart, though she still expected it to be someone at our family’s level. My father, on the other hand, talked about dating like it was a business proposition. He said I had to pick the woman who had the family background and social clout to help push the next generation of our family toward success. I didn’t think of Ava as anything but the sweet, s*xy girl I could laugh with, and I wanted to be with her more than anything – forever.

“Are you sure you are okay with this? I want you to be sure,” I whispered.

“I’ve never been surer about anything,” she said.

I smiled and leaned down, pressing my lips against her. She sighed. That kiss was different than the million we had shared before. It was lustful and needy. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, and I groaned softly, feeling her push her hips upward against mine.

My hands shook slightly as I pulled Ava’s jeans all the way off and laid them gently to the side. She watched nervously as I unzipped my jeans and stood up on the bed, pulling them down and off. I dropped back to my knees and kissed her belly, forcing a giggle from her. I smiled, looking up at her, knowing she was as comfortable as I was. I ran my fingers down her body and hooked my thumbs in the sides of her little black panties. Slowly, I pulled them down her body and off, the view before me making my heart race. I pulled my boxers off, feeling confident of my endowment even at eighteen.

It was time. I lay on top of her and looked into her eyes as I guided myself towards her entry. I slowly pushed in, stopping when she grimaced slightly. I leaned down and kissed her lips for a moment before continuing forward until I was all the way inside her. I held myself still, staring into her eyes, barely able to move a muscle. She felt so good, and as her body relaxed from the small bit of pain from her first time, I pulled her legs up to my sides and began to move.