Hanging at the party was not something I wanted to be doing, especially with Joy being away for the weekend. Having Tillie to myself for a few hours was something I had thought about all day long. The only reason I was there at all was because of Tillie. I didn’t want her to seize up or pull away from me.

Lifting her up on the table made me feel like a man—like her man. Standing at her side, my eyes traveled around the room. I could see a few of the boys checking her out. Feeling her little hand press over mine, I grinned, feeling cocky.

That’s right, fuckers! Look elsewhere.

I didn’t like or want to be territorial with Tillie. Hell knew she’d had more than a few people to worry about with me when I had slept with more than half of the campus already.

I frowned, looking toward the kitchen. Tillie’s friend was waving enthusiastically at me. At first, I thought it was Tillie she wanted, but her eyes remained on mine. I passed my bottle to Tillie before walking over to her. I turned my back to the kitchen, not really wanting anyone to hear whatever this was about. I hadn’t seen Bex since the other day when I’d been doing the mad dash looking for Tillie. Thinking back, I hadn’t exactly got the warmest reaction from her.

“Everything okay?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yeah, fine.” She waved her hand, dismissively. “Why are you guys here?”

“Excuse me?” What the hell was her problem?

“Joy is away for the weekend and you’re hanging out at a party?” She was not impressed. “I took Tillie to breakfast this morning.”

My eyes shot over her head, looking at Tillie. She smiled at me, looking sexy as hell wearing that jersey. I looked back to Bex quickly, not wanting to sport an erection in front of Tillie’s only girlfriend.

“She’s afraid you’re going to drop her as soon as you’ve had her.” She cocked her eyebrow at me. “If you do, I will take great pleasure in removing your testicles.”

Fuck! I placed my hands in front of me, trying to protect it from her words.

“Be good to her, Johnny. She’s been through a lot.” She jerked her head backwards to Tillie, dismissing me.

I chuckled internally at her forceful but scary tone. I was glad Tillie had her. She loved her just like a best friend should.

I took my bottle from Tillie, placing my hand back in its spot on her lap. She placed her hand over mine again. I felt small tingles shoot up my arm at her touch.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, worry in her tone.

“Of course.” I nodded my head, stealing my resolve to not tell her about that conversation with Bex. I’d never live it down.

I brought the bottle to my mouth, gulping it down. Trying to focus on anything else but crawling on top of her on this snooker table. The frat boys wouldn’t be impressed, although, knowing these boys, they’d probably enjoy it.

Tossing my bottle in the bin, I took a deep breath before turning to her.

“Do you want to leave?” I asked.

This was all on Tillie’s time. All of my balls were in her court as far as I was concerned.

“Okay.” She nodded at me, giving me a small smile.

I grinned, helping her down off the table and taking her hand in mine. Walking down the street, I smiled down at her. I know Bex had had sex on her mind when she was talking to me, and as much as it was on my mind, it wasn’t why I wanted to be alone with her. I had resolved to wait as long as I needed to. It wasn’t only about getting my dick wet as it always had been in the past.

It was just about being with her.

No matter what we were doing.

We got to my house and I opened the gate, intending to lead her up the path but she resisted. She stood still, pulling on my arm. Had she changed her mind?

“Is everything okay?” I was trying to keep soft and gentle as a part of our time together when all I wanted to do was ravage her as she should be. She was completely unaware of the effect she had on the opposite sex.

She looked up at me, dipping her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. “Can we…” Her eyes flicked across the street before coming back to mine. “Joy isn’t home?”

She phrased it like a question, but I knew what she was saying. At Joy’s, it would just be the two of us. No interruptions. No roommates sneaking around. Just me and her.

I nodded, letting her lead me across the street to her house. I stood back, waiting for her to unlock the door. I didn’t want to crowd her, but I also didn’t want to be this far away from her either. I followed her inside and walked into the lounge on the left, and slipping my jacket off, I placed it over the back of the armchair.

Tillie stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding her hand out to me.

I took it, not hesitating. I’d follow her to hell and back if I had to.

She led me up, entering her bedroom.

I smiled, looking around. There were sketch pads all over the place, pencils, empty pots of glitter and crumpled up pieces of paper by the bin. I walked over to the desk, picking up a piece of paper. It was covered in lines and curves. I smiled when I recognized the magic number ten. The crowds at football games often shouted that at me when it came time to kick the ball up the field. I found that it spurred me on, made me work harder. I was amazed at how detailed this sketch was. She had even begun to add color to it: light grey to the jersey and yellow on the number.

“It’s not finished yet,” she whispered, standing a few steps behind me in the middle of the room.

I put it back down and turned. She was fidgeting where she was. The sleeves of her cardigan were pulled down to the very ends of her arms so that only the tops of her fingers were showing. She was nibbling her lip, her teeth digging in to the plumpness that I wanted to nibble on.

Walking over to her, I took her hands in mine.

She tipped her head up, looking into mine.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers softly. She sucked my bottom lip in between hers. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue entry to press against hers. I unclasped my hands from hers, trailing my fingers up her arms until I was holding her face in my palms.

She reached up, pulling the collars of her cardigan until I trailed my hands down, taking over. I slid it down her arms and slung it over the back of her office chair. Looking down, she had me ready to come undone. She looked so fucking sexy in that jersey it made me want to rip it off her.

I tensed my hands into fists, trying to stay calm. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered.

She cringed before looking down at our feet and I pulled her face back to mine.

“Don’t hide from me.” I pressed my lips back to hers and began walking her backwards toward the bed. Her fingers tightened on my tee, holding herself to me.

We stopped by the bed. I didn’t want to move too fast, but Tillie had me so wound up. She had my engine revving and I didn’t want it to stop. She kicked her shoes off, before sitting down on the bed. She scooted back until her head was lying on the pillow.

I crawled over her, moving my lips back to hers. Her hands latched onto the button of my jeans before snapping them open. I looked down at her, surprised that she was taking the first step.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded, dipping her hand inside and stroking her fingers against me.

Fuck.

This girl had me ready to blow with one touch. I grabbed the hem of her jersey, meeting her eyes before pulling it up, and she nodded, arching her back for me to move it and raising her arms.

Tossing it to the floor, I groaned at the sight before me: she was wearing a sexy blue bra with silver trim, her tits pushed into the sexiest v-shaped cleavage. I traced my finger over the crease of her cleavage, loving the shiver that ran through her.

I pulled back, standing up and pulling my tee off.

Her eyes immediately dropped to my chest before dipping lower to my abs. I wasn’t conceited or vain, but I worked hard for this body. The fact that she was looking at it with that expression on her face had me shaking with pure lust.

I placed my fingers on my zip, looking at Tillie. Discarding my shoes and jeans, I froze when her little fingers went to the button on her jeans. She pulled the zip down, and my hands immediately gripped the bottom of her jeans and pulled them down.

She made a surprised noise at the contact, her body moving down the bed a little due to my firm grip. She reached her arms up, grabbing onto the slats of her headboard. I grinned at how little she was on that bed.

She nodded, her chest heaving slowly. “Turn out the light,” she whispered, her eyes flicking to the doorway.

I quickly shut the door, turning the light off before re-joining her on the bed. Lying down next to her, we both stared at the ceiling. It was completely dark, the only light coming in from the moon outside.

“We can stop at any time,” I whispered, turning to look at her.

“No.” She shook her head, turning to face me. “I want to. I trust you but I just…” She took a deep breath, looking back to the ceiling. “Just don’t break me.”

I slid my arm beneath her, pulling her body over to me until she was positioned above me. I settled my hands on her hips, groaning when she rotated her hips against me. I could feel how wet she was through her panties. Her hands rested on my chest, her fingers rubbing back and forth in small strokes.

“I won’t.” I looked up at her, trying to find the words. “Since meeting you, you have captured me—mind, heart, body and soul. You are all I think about.”

“Really?” she asked.

Was she serious? How could she not know? Did she not know what she meant to me? How important she had become? She plagued my thoughts day and night. I didn’t think I loved her—it hadn’t been long enough—but staring down at her, I realized it would be so easy to love her.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers, softly sucking on her bottom lip. “I won’t hurt you,” I whispered against her lips, my hands latching onto her hips.

Her mouth slowly trailed down to my neck, kissing, biting and licking.

I groaned, my hips bucking off the bed. I trailed my hands up over her ribs until I met the clasp of her bra. I unclipped it, wanting to see her. Needing to feel her skin against mine.

She sat back, holding her hands crossed over her chest. She looked so vulnerable. I could see a bit of worry in her eyes, but she had nothing to worry about. She kept comparing herself to Lucy’s standards, but she had to realize that Lucy had fuck all compared to my Tillie. She didn’t even compare.

She slowly lowered her arms, letting me pull the offending item off her. Tossing it to the floor, my hands followed, massaging her breasts. They were fucking perfect. I expected them to be smaller due to how tiny she was, but they were the perfect handful.

She gasped, tipping her head back and rocking against my stomach.

Fuck.

She was very responsive.

I twisted her nipples, pinching and pulling. They were already erect before I touched them. My cock was rock hard, standing at attention against her ass. It was uncomfortable being trapped in my boxers, but I ignored it, wanting to make her first time special.

I slid my one hand down her stomach, needing to feel her. I knew she was soaking wet but all I could think about was feeling her with my fingers. I pressed my thumb against her clit over her panties, rubbing in a circular motion.

She moaned, long and hard at my touch, her nails digging into my chest.

“Do you like that?” I asked, whispering.

She nodded, grinding herself harder against me.

I rolled us over, lying in between her legs. I dipped my head, my mouth eager to taste her skin. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, kissing and licking her tender flesh.

She moaned, her neck arching. She bent her legs up further, allowing me to fit more comfortably between them. I rested my chin on her chest bone, needing to see her reaction. I trailed my hand down over her belly, dipping my finger in her belly button making her giggle. My girl was ticklish.

As I slid my finger beneath her panties, she sucked in a breath. I continued, sliding my fingers down further. There was a tiny patch of curls before my fingers met her warmth. I groaned at the feel of her. She was soaking wet. Sliding my finger down further, I smirked when I heard the noise of my fingers moving in between her folds. Rubbing her back and forth was getting my dick excited.

Down boy.

She moaned, her legs parting further.

“Okay?” I asked. It was a stupid question to ask because she obviously was, but I had to move slowly with Tillie. She may not have known it, but she was it for me. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

She nodded, running her hand through my hair. Her hips rotated, wanting more.

I slid my middle finger inside, groaning at the heat that instantly wrapped around my finger. I pulled it in and out a few times before adding a second digit. Dropping my forehead to her chest, I realized I was in both heaven and hell: hell, because all I could imagine was feeling that around my cock; heaven because she felt fucking amazing.

As I pumped my fingers in and out, she began rotating her pelvis.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Do you like that?” I asked. I didn’t even give her chance to reply. The filter between my mouth and brain had disappeared having her beneath me. “Feel how tight you are. You’re so fucking wet.”

She moaned, tossing her head back into the pillow, holding my head to her chest.

I sucked the flesh of her breast, my teeth sinking in. It wasn’t my plan to mark her or anything, but the little minx had me so turned on, I was ready to explode. I slid my fingers in further, feeling her start to tighten even more.

I turned my wrist, pumping my fingers in further. I curled them upwards, trying to find that spot to make her see stars. She gasped before letting out a long moan, her muscles clamping down on my fingers. I gently moved them inside her, trying to prolong her pleasure.

Pulling them out, I lay down next to her, unable to stop staring at her.

Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure and she was panting. Her hair was all over the place. ‘Just fucked’ described her perfectly in that moment. She turned on her side to face me.

My eyes shot down to her chest. The action of her turning over didn’t help my cock. It mashed her tits together making my cock protest. He wanted inside her.

I leaned over, pressing my lips to her quickly before excusing myself to the bathroom.

Shutting the door, I groaned, pulling my boxers down a little for my cock to escape. It finally felt like I could breathe again. It looked angry with its purple head. I grasped my cock, pumping slowly. Closing my eyes, I had the same image on repeat going round and round in my head. Tillie beneath me. Tillie riding me. Tillie against the shower wall. Tillie on her knees sucking my cock.

Tillie. Tillie. Tillie.

I was pumping my cock fast and hard, imagining her on top of me, riding me.

Fuck, it wasn’t going to last. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and holding it over the head of my cock, I moved my head back, leaning against the wall. I groaned, coming against the paper when one last image flashed through my mind. Tillie in my jersey. In only my jersey.

Fuck.

Looking up, I saw my reflection staring back at me. My cheeks were red, and my chest was heaving. I looked like I had been running a marathon.

I tossed the paper in the toilet before taking a quick piss. Washing my hands, I wiped my hands in the towel before wiping my chest. The sweat was pouring out of me.

Walking back to Tillie, I shut the door, smiling at the sight in front of me. She was still in the same position but this time she was tucked beneath the blankets. Getting back into bed, she turned to me, laying her head on my chest.

“You okay?” I asked before wrapping my arm around her.

She slid her leg over mine, making me tense. Fuck. She’d been wearing panties when I left her. I felt her warmth against my skin.

“Yeah.” She looked up at me, the moon from outside shining down through the gap in the curtains. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I was confused and trying hard to ignore her heat that was doing its best to wake my cock up.

“For being you.” She smiled up at me, making me smile back. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“You don’t regret it then?” I cocked an eyebrow at her, teasing her.

She shook her head enthusiastically, making me laugh. Cuddling her head back into my chest, I relaxed my shoulders, trying to think of unattractive things to keep my cock down.

“Are you going to make love to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

I was shocked she’d asked. I never thought she would. I couldn’t deny that I was thinking of nothing else, but I hadn’t wanted to push her. If she’d been happy with what happened tonight, then that’s where I would have left it, but no way did I want my girl unsatisfied.

“Is that what you want?” I asked, looking down at her.

She nodded her head, peeking her Bambi eyes up at me.

I must have stared at her for a beat too long before taking her hand in mine and pulling her closer. I didn’t stop until she was positioned over me, throwing the blanket back.

“Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs along her hip bones.

“I am.” She leaned down, pressing her lips to mine.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her up my body a little so that I could get rid of my boxers. Kicking them off, I kept a tight grip on her, not wanting to knock her off the bed.

She giggled at the movement but cut off to a moan when my mouth sucked her nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her tits. I had always been an ass man in the past, but her tits were now the focus of my attention. Grabbing her other breast, I twisted her nipple, pulling and pinching. Switching breasts, I groaned at her taste. She even tasted like vanilla.

She moaned, threading her fingers into the back of my hair, holding my head into her chest. She loved me worshipping her delectable tits.

I took hold of her hips, pulling her down the bed a little. I groaned, feeling her hand against my cock.

“I think you on top would be better the first time.” I looked up at her, noticing how uncertain she looked.

“But I…” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know, baby. But this way, you’ll be in control.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh in a soothing gesture. “We can stop at any time.”

She nodded, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Are you…” I looked down at her tits briefly. “Do you want me to…?”

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “I mean, I’m okay… if you are…”

I frowned, confused. Did she know we would be doing this?

“My dad…” She rolled her eyes at herself. “It was part of our deal. The only way he’d agree for me to go to college so far away from him. He didn’t want me going home knocked up.” She chuckled, trying to make light of it.

Fuck, was she serious? Was she truly offering herself to me? Just me and her with no barriers?

“I’m clean,” I whispered. “If you want to.”

She nodded her head before lowering herself down.

I tried to refrain from pushing up against her. This had to be her show.

I grasped my dick, holding it steady and positioning it at her entrance. She pushed down slowly, letting my cock slide in.

Fuck. She felt amazing. Her tightness wrapped around me, making my eyes roll back. I groaned, loving the feel of her. I looked up, checking that she was okay.

She slid down further, letting her heat envelop me. We both froze when I’d gone as far as I could before meeting her barrier. This part was going to hurt. She gave me a small nod, urging me to help.

I tilted my pelvis, gently sliding my cock further inside her. She tensed, her teeth digging into her lip. I reached up, grasping her breasts and massaging them. If this could take her mind off some of the pain, I’d gladly do it.

After a few minutes, she supported her hips, urging herself further down. She moaned, her back arching, her chest pushing out. She rocked up and down slowly, becoming accustomed to the feeling.

A few thrusts later, she was moving with firmer strokes, grinding herself against me. I groaned, loving the sight of her above me. I lifted my hips up, needing to go deeper. We got so lost in staring at each other that we must have moved at the same time, sending my cock even deeper inside of her.

I groaned, my back arching at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I sat up, my lips seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts. Taking hold of her hips, I helped lift her up and down on me, sending firmer strokes deep inside of her. She moaned, long and loud, threading her fingers into the back of my hair before bending my head back and slamming her lips down on mine.

The only sounds in the room were our lips meeting, breaths panting and the sound of us moving together. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten but I had to hold out.

I lifted my hips, doing shorter and firmer strokes. I could feel her inner muscles begin to quiver. I massaged her breasts, pulling on her nipples before sliding my hand down and paying special attention to her clit. As I gave it a gentle flick, she half-moaned, half-shrieked as she came around me, making me come inside her.

I collapsed back on the bed with Tillie lying on my chest. We were both panting as though we had run a marathon.

“That was...” She let out a heavy breath, not bothering to finish her sentence.

“Good, right?” I chuckled, smoothing the hair away from her forehead before pressing a tender kiss there.

“Fucking fantastic!” she enthused.

I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

Looks like my girl had a potty mouth when she was high on orgasms.