Wallowing in self-pity and remorse seemed to be the life I lived between shifts at work.  I hated myself for even letting Mr. Vance kiss me, yet I still wanted him more than I had wanted anything before.  It made no sense.  I had known him most of my life, and I had a never-ending crush, but it was a safe crush.  Feeling his lips on mine combined with the desire of his touch took everything to a different level.  It brought that fantasy out of my head and into the real world with all of the complications that went with it.  The people I depended on, my parents, were still ignoring me.  They were out again for the second straight weekend.  I wasn’t expecting to have a conversation with them about Madison’s father, but it would have been nice to bounce random ideas off them or just have some sort of normal affection.  The absence of it all was just killing me.  When my shift was done at work, I went home and curled up on the couch.  I was ready to just lay there without moving until I had to work again when there was a sudden pounding at my door.

“Charley, are you in there?”  It was Mr. Vance’s voice.

He’s here?  Why is he here?

“Mr. Vance?”  I sat up on the couch and ran to the door, looking through the peephole to see him staring right back through it.

“Open up, we need to talk.”  His words were firm, almost commanding.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”  I leaned my forehead against the door and grimaced from being so close to him, yet I knew couldn’t open the door and trust myself to restrain my desires.

“Why?”  He tapped the door lightly.  “Are you struggling with this as much as I am?”

“We can’t do this.”  I looked through the peephole again and saw him with his head pressed to the door, much like mine was moments before.

“I don’t care if it is wrong.  I don’t care what kind of complications it creates.  I want you.”  He kept tapping, picking up the pace.  “Let me in.”

“Mr. Vance...”  I muttered, feeling my hands tremble against the door.

“Call me Erik.”  His words echoed in my head, just like they did in my fantasy.  My mental defenses started breaking down.  I felt my fingers moving towards the deadbolt.

Don’t do this.  Think of Madison.  Think of all the reasons it is wrong. 

Everything that made any sort of relationship between us wrong started flashing in my head like a kaleidoscope of misery.  I knew I shouldn’t open the door.  I knew it was the biggest mistake I could ever make, because once it was open, there would be no Madison to text me and say she was on her way.  If the previous weekend was any indication, it would be hours before my parents showed up.  I didn’t trust my own willpower.  My own willpower couldn’t even hold my hand steady.  It couldn’t stop me from twisting the deadbolt and hearing the click echo in my head.  He heard it too.  When the deadbolt turned, he took a step back from the door and even though he couldn’t see me through the peephole, it felt like he was staring into my soul.  My fingers moved the simple turn lock on the doorknob.  One twist and the barrier between us would be gone.  My brain hesitated but my fingers did not.  They turned the lock and squeezed the doorknob.  With a turn that felt like it was being resisted by the weight of the world, the door opened and I was staring directly at him.

“This is going to change everything.”  It was my final plea of resistance, a verbal barrier that didn’t even slow him down as he started moving towards me.

“I don’t give a fuck.”  He wrapped one hand around my waist and another around the back of my neck, pulling our bodies together.

Our second kiss was just as explosive as the first.  The fury of our lips connecting and the way his tongue started to ravage my mouth made me forget all of the reasons it was wrong.  It felt right—beyond right.  Our lips formed a seal and he squeezed my hair while he continued to kiss me.  I sank into his arms as he pulled me so close that there was nothing between us but the fabric of our clothes.  His hand broke that barrier as he started moving underneath my shirt and sliding up my back.  I didn’t feel very attractive in my pajamas and ponytail after a day working retail, but he didn’t seem to care one bit.  His kiss had a faint hint of beer, but he didn’t seem to be drunk.  As he kissed my lips and caressed my back with his hand, I moved my fingers up his arms and pushed the suit jacket he was wearing off of his shoulders.  My body was burning with desire and could feel the heat resonating from his as well.  His cock started to swell against my abdomen with the same lust I felt when we were on his couch the last time we were together.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”  His lips moved from mine and started to lightly kiss my ear.  “I want you.”

“I’m not going to run away this time.”  I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his neck.

I can’t run from him twice—I don’t have that much willpower.

His jacket hit the floor and he started pulling on my shirt.  It easily came over my head, breaking the contact between us for a second, but then our bodies were pressed together again as his hungry lips started to move down my neck.  There was no bra underneath my pajamas since I hadn’t planned on seeing anyone before bed, and my exposed nipples started to get hard.  The intensity of his kiss made my body tingle and my hands quivered when I started to unbutton his shirt.  He leaned back as I moved down the line of buttons and his hands gripped my breasts.  He squeezed them and rubbed a thumb across each nipple, making them get even harder from his touch.  I pushed them away as I pulled his tucked shirt free from his pants and finished unbuttoning it.  I peeled it off of his shoulders and down his arms, exposing a white undershirt.  Once he let his button-up shirt fall to the floor, I quickly pulled the undershirt off, revealing his muscled chest.  His physique was as shredded as I remembered, decorated with a few tattoos from his younger days.  I ran my fingers across his muscles and felt them tense from my touch.

He’s so freaking hot.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?”  He pulled me against his chest and our bare flesh pressed together as he started to kiss my neck again.

“That’s probably a good idea.”  I nodded and reached down, stroking his cock through his pants.

He scooped me in his arms and started kissing me as he walked me down the hallway towards my room.  I was glad my room was the first one past the bathroom, because I didn’t think he was going to do much searching.  He walked me through the doorway and dropped me on the bed, immediately climbing on top of me.  All I could think about was how bad I wanted him.  There was an element of fear when I thought about losing my virginity, but I knew he would take care of me.  I pulled at his belt, feeling the leather slide in my hand until I reached the metal buckle.  I unfastened it and immediately started working on his pants as his hands explored my body and his tongue continued to ravage my mouth, gliding against mine with so much ferocity I kept feeling fireworks going off in my head.  I got his pants unbuttoned and pushed them off of his hips.  The motion pushed his boxers down as well and I could feel them being held up by his swollen cock.  I reached into them and wrapped my hand around it, which caused him to gasp with pleasure when I pulled it free and started pushing his pants further down.  I rubbed my hand along the shaft, feeling it swell up even more.

“Every inch of that is going inside of you.”  He broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, grinding his hips to move his cock in my hand.

“I don’t think it will fit.”  I continued stroking his cock as I imagined it trying to penetrate the tightness I could barely get my fingers into.

“I’ll make it fit.”  He moved his hands down to my pajama pants and stepped back off of the bed as he pulled them down my thighs.

I lay there in bed in nothing but my panties once my pajama pants were on the floor, looking up at his massive frame.  I kind of wished I had worn something sexier than the generic pink ones I had on, but he didn’t seem to mind.  He immediately reached for them and wrapped both hands around the waistband.  I was nervous but so turned on that I could feel the wetness between my legs when he peeled them off of my thighs.  They joined the rest of my clothes on the floor and then he finished pushing his pants and boxers down his legs.  He slid off his shoes once they were around his ankles and then joined me in bed with nothing between us but the faint light created by the lamp beside my bed.  I had fantasized about the sight of his naked body moving towards mine, but nothing in the fantasy prepared me for how it really felt.  The fantasy didn’t create the storm in his eyes or the nervous tremble echoing inside of me as I watched it rage.  He lifted my legs as he slid between my thighs and positioned his knees slightly beneath them.  The enormous glans at the top of his cock was so big and thick it looked like it would split me in half when it went inside my pussy.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment you ran away.”  He gripped the base of his cock and pressed it against my pussy.

“Every day?”  I looked down at his cock and then up to his eyes.

“Every day.”  He nodded in confirmation.

“Me too...”  It was hard to admit, but I couldn’t deny it.  I might have fled his embrace, but he burned with the same desire I had.

He started to push the head of his cock into my virgin pussy.  The entrance was tight and resisted his attempt, even though I was practically dripping with my desire for him.  The glans began to stretch the entrance and I felt pressure as it started to expand.  He worked his cock in slow, pushing against the tightness that resisted him and after he had made a little progress, he pulled back and pushed again.  I was angled so that I could see his penis sliding into my pussy and I couldn’t help but stare.  My stomach clenched with nervousness each time I felt the head get a little further in.  When it finally disappeared inside of my pussy, I felt a bit of relief, but as I stared at the length of his cock, I couldn’t help but wonder how all of it would ever fit.  I was no expert on the size of cocks, but his seemed to be enormous.  He pulled the head of it back to the entrance and started working it inside again, lubricating it with my wetness.  He pulled back and pushed, pulled back and pushed, each time getting just a little bit more of his length inside.  After a half dozen repeated motions, I felt the head of his cock pushing against the webbing of my hymen.

“You still have your hymen.”  He seemed a little surprised by the resistance that blocked his entry.

“I told you I was a virgin.”  I looked at him with a bit of confusion.

“Not every virgin still has their hymen.”  He squeezed my hips and pulled back from it, slowly moving against it again.

He leaned forward and pushed his cock deeper.  I could feel the webbing stretching to the point it felt like skin being pulled tight.  He gave me a firm thrust and pushed past it, tearing it as he slid his cock a little deeper.  His cock stretched the spot where it was torn and it started to sting, but I didn’t care.  I wanted him so bad that I was willing to endure all of the pain in the world if it meant I got to have him.  He withdrew after leaving his cock inserted long enough for me to adjust and then slid it back in.  The area that had been stretched seemed to stretch even more as he kept grinding his cock into it.  It made a tight seal around his dick, and every time he pushed deeper, the pressure intensified along with the discomfort.  I had heard enough stories from my friends to know he was being extremely gentle with me.  My pussy was a little sore, but it was adjusting as he worked his way inside.  I looked down and saw that barely half of his cock was inside of me.  There was a lot more to go and it already felt like he was deep in my pussy.

“You’re even tighter than I imagined.”  He pulled his cock to the entrance of my pussy and started to push it inside again as a gasp of pleasure escaped his lips.  “It feels so good.”

“Am I your first virgin?”  I bit down on my lip as I felt the pressure intensifying when he started to push deeper than he had previously been.

“You are.”  He nodded and another gasp of pleasure echoed from him.

He was my first and I was sort of a first for him as well.  The thought of that made the fire burning inside of me grow even stronger.  I wanted to feel all of him inside of me—the need was burning like a lit match.  As he pushed more of his cock inside of me, the pressure and discomfort shifted to pleasure.  I could feel every inch rubbing against the inside of my pussy and suddenly I felt an enormous surge of pleasure when he entered a new part of my pussy.  His cock was making contact with my g-spot and the feeling made me moan with pleasure.  He pulled his dick back and started moving against it a little faster as my body reacted.  It was stretched and uncomfortable for only a moment before the feeling seemed to overwhelm me.  With my pleasure magnified even more than it had been before that moment, he was able to push his cock into my pussy faster and deeper.  My eyes practically rolled back in my head as the feeling of pure pleasure engulfed me.  It wasn’t long before I felt his abdomen pressing against my pelvis.  I focused my eyes to see his body moving back and when he thrust forward, it went all of the way inside of my pussy and made the sensations erupt into a wave of excitement.

“God damn this feels good.”  He stared into my eyes and a smile spread across his fast as he started to thrust a little faster.

“It feels amazing...”  I gasped with pleasure.  “Keep going, it’s really feeling good now.”

The pressure and the discomfort remained, but it was muted.  The feeling of his cock rapidly moving across my g-spot kept it stimulated.  When he went deep and bent forward slightly to give me a few deep thrusts, his abdomen muscles flexed against my clitoris, stimulating it as well.  I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to hold him there where the sensation was the strongest and every pleasure nerve seemed to be stimulated.  He started to thrust harder, gasping with desire each time he went deep and withdrew his cock to drive it into me again.  I was no longer a virgin being penetrated for the first time—I was actually having sex.  Erik was using my pussy for his pleasure and sending waves of excitement through my body that were like nothing I had ever felt before.  I could feel my orgasm building.  I could feel it inside of me, boiling and raging as it begged for release.  I dug my nails into his hips and watched the intensity of his thrusts as he pushed into my tightness.  The pressure of my orgasm seemed to build with every thrust and get more intense when I felt his abdominal muscles flexing against my clitoris.

“You’re going to make me cum.”  I felt my breath getting faster as my heart beat so hard in my chest it felt like it was going to explode.

“More than once.”  He grinned rakishly at me as his words came out in a primal growl seething with his desire.

His cock thrust into me and he picked up the pace until he was just pounding my pussy, slamming his hips against me like a jackhammer determined to keep going until his lust was satiated.  I felt the orgasm building faster until there was nothing I could do stop it.  His thrusts didn’t seem to indicate he was close to stopping, but I couldn’t hold back.  I squeezed him tighter and felt the eruption begin.  My body quivered and shook.  I could feel my pussy spasming on his cock and the sensation made his pleasure soaked gasps get even louder.  The release was more powerful than any orgasm I had ever managed on my own.  Every pleasure spot I could imagine was stimulated all at once, including my g-spot, which I had never felt before he was inside of me.  I continued to shake until it felt like my body was spent.  There was a relaxation that settled across me for a moment, but his constant thrusts continued.  The moment of relaxed respite did not last long because his cock started to reignite the same fuse that lit my first orgasm, setting my body on a collision course with another one.

“Oh God...”  I started to shake again as he drove his cock deep.

“I told you I was going to make you orgasm until you can’t breathe.”  He leaned close to my ear as the furious thrusting continued.  “And I meant it.”

My body felt like clay being molded for him to use as the second orgasm erupted.  My muscles tightened again, feeling the tired ache of my first orgasm.  My pussy spasmed so much it was practically massaging his cock without him even having to do any work, but he kept thrusting just as fast as ever.  The pressure of my release caused me to relax, but before I could even comprehend the fact it was over, he started driving his cock directly into my g-spot.  It filled me with another surge of pleasure immediately and I knew I was about to cum again.  My third orgasm literally sucked the air from my lungs.  He pressed his body against me and hammered my pussy while the orgasm erupted from my body.  I struggled for the oxygen to send more life to my limbs, but he was so hungry for me that it was almost nothing beyond carnal, primal lust.  My body finally relaxed from the orgasm and my head spun for a moment as my breath returned.  His cock seemed to pulsate and throb inside of me as I began to regain my sensations.

“Now I can cum inside of you.”  He said with a growl as he made his thrusts a little more steady and constant.

“Don’t stop.”  I begged with what words I could form with my exhausted lips.

I wanted to feel him explode inside of my pussy.  I wanted to know he reached the same moment of satisfaction he hammered into me multiple times.  The steady constant thrusts started to grow more erratic as he started to throb with greater intensity.  I could see the storm in his eyes raging with the full fury of his lust.  His brow was lightly coated with sweat that matched the thin layer of perspiration I could feel from my own heat.  His lips curled to a bit of a snarl and his jaw tightened as the thrusts went wild, slamming into me like I only existed for his pleasure.  Despite being exhausted and drained of energy, I felt my body reacting again.  His cock pulsated for a moment and then it went deep where I felt the first explosion of cum in my pussy.  He let out a grunt and started pounding again, sending ropes of thick, hot cum into me as each thrust went deep into my wetness.  His ejaculation made his muscles tense up and his hands formed fists on the bed.  The sight of watching him cum, combined with the erratic thrusting against my g-spot made me start to orgasm again and I practically screamed as my body protested another eruption of pleasure.  My body twisted and writhed against him as he forced one more orgasm while he ejaculated.  When he was finally done, our muscles began to relax and his breathing returned to normal.

“That was freaking intense...”  I took deep breaths and exhaled quickly.

“It always is when it’s good.”  He pulled his cock from my pussy slowly as he sank down on the bed beside me.

My body was in the turmoil of exhaustion mixed with the exhilaration of losing my virginity to Erik.  He took me in his arms and pulled me close.  I cuddled against his chest while he lightly traced my arm with his fingers.  I couldn’t remember being happier than I was in that moment.  Even with the rest of my life in chaos, my parents ignoring me, and my future in a questionable state, I felt like none of it mattered as long as he held me.  I closed my eyes and he held me close.  All of the peace and tranquility I could have imagined swept over me.  It was so intense that it took a second for me to recognize the familiar hum and the sound emanating from the driveway.  I tried to focus on it in my head and figure out where I had heard it before.  After a few seconds, I sat up quickly and looked at Erik in a panic.  He leaned forward and looked at me with a bit of a perplexed look on his face.

“My parents!”  I rolled out of bed and grabbed my pajamas.  “They’re home!”

“Shit...”  He let out a sigh and sat up.