I didn’t worry though. She was smart and strong and after high school, not one to be coerced into doing anything she didn’t want to do. It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t so easy about the random dates she went on because I had the luxury of knowing that she’d never have sex with any of them. The same way she didn’t have sex with the Met. She had a wry grin on when I opened the door of my apartment and stared at her.
“Christ, Lake,” I laughed with the end of my fist at my mouth. “That poor son of a bitch.” I stepped back to take her in from head to toe. She was wearing a casual outfit but it was the kind that pumped male blood straight to the cock – ripped shorts, a white crop top and heels. Seeing her in these outfits was still new to me because she hadn’t dressed that way when we lived with my mom. It was a thrill for me to see her tanned skin peeking out through shredded denim. It would probably always be.
I fell back to look at her ass as she walked over to the couch and planked dramatically onto it, face first. I smirked and climbed onto her back, letting my hard-on rest between her thighs as I kissed the back of her neck. I knew the drill. She felt bad after dates that ended because she could feel the guy getting impatient for sex. She felt weird and hypocritical for wanting it and being flirtatious but never having the guts to actually do it. She either called me or came to my apartment when she got in these moods and I told her not to feel guilty – that batting eyelashes while insanely sexy didn’t make her a tease. It wasn’t exactly her fault that she commanded wood with one look.
“Don’t worry about it, Lake,” I said, kissing her collarbones as she rolled onto her back. I was happy to please her up to her limit – basically do everything to her besides penetrate her. I knew she flirted with dates, grinded with them, kissed them sometimes but she knew that getting naked for these guys could strip them of their control, so she rarely let them touch her body where she wanted it touched. Lucky for me, that was and pretty much always had been my job.
“I’m starting to worry about it,” she sighed as I kissed down the luscious mounds of her cleavage. I grinned against her skin when she started squirming. I always waited for that moment.
“Why?” I asked, reaching under back and unclasping her bra. I pulled the straps down each shoulder and off her arms, till I could pull it off her breasts and fling it aside. “It never seemed to bother you until recently,” I said, sucking her nipple over her shirt. She arched her back into my mouth.
“I just want it more now,” she breathed, arms over her head and writhing under my body as she watched me push her shirt up her stomach. “I feel like I can’t hold it in anymore. And I don’t want to wait forever till it becomes a thing and I’m scared and I die a virgin.”
“We won’t let that happen.”
She laughed. “Did you always know it was going to be you?”
“What?” I looked up at her but her eyes closed as I licked the swell of her naked breast.
“Did you always know – ” She moaned at the flick of my tongue. “Did you always know you were going to be the one I lost it to?”
My answer was casual as I filled my hands with her tits. “Yeah.” It wasn’t presumption it was just the truth. Lake barely reacted. She knew I knew.
“I just don’t want to become… oh God, Callum…” Her sentence trailed off as I parted her legs and thrust my erection against her pussy. We were separated by both her denim and mine but I was almost fully hard and it took no time to get there with her body twitching under me, bucking every few seconds as I made sure to rub against her clit.
“You don’t want to become what?” I freed my cock from its prison. I couldn’t take it anymore. I jerked it while laying on top of her, kissing her neck.
“I don’t want to become dependent on it like my mom.”
I had no idea what she was talking about and it wasn’t just because I was turned on out of my mind. “Lake, you won’t.” She either ignored me or didn’t hear.
“I don’t want to be like her.”
“You’re not.”
“I know. But at the same time I’m scared. I don’t want to get hooked on it and be dependent on like… validation. ‘Cause I swear to God, she really was and I really don’t want to be like her.”
“I’ve never met her and I know you’re nothing like her,” I said, slipping her panties off with her tight shorts. I slid down the couch and she lifted her legs, resting her calves on my back. “You’re like no one. And no one’s like you,” I murmured before running the flat of my tongue over the length of her pussy. I lived for the sound of that first cry to the ceiling. “Does that feel good?”
“You know it feels good,” she panted, thrusting her hand in my hair, her pulsing grip telling me how and where she liked my tongue. She squeezed the hardest when I licked circles around her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her. I’d never felt her wetter, never before heard this way she was breathing. It was torturing me. I slid a third finger inside her and had to pull away to watch and savor how incredibly sexy her body looked as it ached for more of me. I thrust faster, harder inside her, falling into her when she reached for me, desperate to kiss me as she came. I always knew when she was on the verge because she stopped kissing me back, her body tight and her mouth open against mine. I’d always sweep my tongue deep inside it and palm her pussy with my whole hand, moving my fingers fast inside her while rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm. She always came so hard she ripped away from my lips and moaned as if there was no such thing as neighbors. Which I fucking loved.
But this time, something was different after finishing. She sighed, blushed about how loud she was and then pushed me back to climb on top of me, wrapping her hands around my tortured dick and stroking me to a finish. She did that for me every time with a sleepy, content look in her eye. But tonight, it was filled with hot excitement and energy.
“Callum?” She worked my shaft with both hands, bouncing her gorgeous tits between her arms. I had trouble talking but managed it.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I want you to take my virginity tomorrow.”
My eyes shot wide open. I stared at the way she bit her lip, the way her eyes sparkled. She clearly found my reaction amusing because her mouth twisted into a sexy little smirk and just like that, I came harder than ever before in her hands.
* * *
I was a little fucking dismayed to hear that Lake had arranged to have the dorm all to herself that next night.
I had my own apartment with a King-sized bed and good sheets and actual groceries in my stainless steel fridge to make breakfast with the next morning. But Lake, for reasons I couldn’t really wrap my head around, wanted to have sex for the first time in her twin-sized dorm bed, which was across from another twin-sized dorm bed in their weak-sized dorm room.
But obviously, I didn’t linger on that thought. Whatever she wanted, I was going to give to her.
“You’re early,” she bit her lip shyly when she opened the door for me. I raised my eyebrows right away because she’d adjusted the lighting for our night. I stepped in and looked around slowly. The room was quite possibly the girliest Christmas light Heaven that I’d ever seen in my life and I’d seen a lot because I had, on more occasions than I preferred, entertained my mom while she drank her morning coffee with her iPad and “pinned” things she thought were “too irresistibly pretty.”
Whatever affinity she had for stringing holiday lights indoors when it wasn’t actually the holidays had been successfully passed onto Lake because that night, there were hundreds of little white bulbs glowing out of dozens of Mason jars that were strategically placed about the room. Ropes of them transformed her wooden headboard and made her bed look like some kind of mystical fairy landing. I had to laugh.