GO LONG (3 page)

Authors: Joanna Blake

The cool air hit my skin, chilling me. But just for a moment. Because he was pulling his jeans off too. Then he was on top of me.

We both moaned as our bodies collided. Soft and hard. Hot and cool. Skin on skin.

I felt his cock against my belly. It was bare and so big. It felt like hot silk against me. I didn't think about what that might mean though. Not yet.

"Belinda... I can't wait."

I sighed as his hand slid into my panties. I felt him manipulating my folds. No one had touched me there before. I'd done it myself, but it never felt like this.

He was panting with exertion as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I shivered, wondering if he was going to make me finish that way. If I should try to be quiet when I came. If I should be embarrassed by how close I was already.

"You're so wet... so tight... please Princess, can I?"

He wanted to have sex. I knew that. All boys wanted that. It was nature. And as my father liked to say, you can't fight nature.

I thought of all the dates I'd had to turn down over the years. All the times I'd skipped parties. All the fun I'd missed.

I slid my arms around his neck and nodded.

"Yes."

Chapter Three

Kyle

I was in heaven. And hell. She'd said yes. I'd won the fucking lottery. And now I was having a hard time getting inside her.

Fuck me.

The girl beneath me was the best I'd ever had. So sweet and responsive it was making it hard to think straight. I reached down and grabbed my dick, pressing it hard against her slick lips.

Hoping it would go in.

Praying
it would go in.

Oh yeah, Belinda was giving me religion.

It wasn't going in.

I cursed and lowered myself between her legs, doing the other thing I'd been desperate to do all night. Taste that sweet pussy of hers. I lapped at the soft little petals, grinning at the sight of the bright red curls above her soft lips. She had the prettiest damn pussy I'd seen in my life.

And I'd seen more than my fair share.

I pulled her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it. Hard. Then I slid one finger into her hot little box.

Fucking A the girl was tight.

I angled my hand, barely able to get one finger in. I moaned as her sugar walls seemed to undulate against me. I doubled down with my tongue. That's when I felt it.

Belinda was coming.

Thanking the good lord above for small favors, I eased a second finger inside her. The orgasm had given me a little bit of flexibility. Not much, but I was determined.

I started circling my fingers inside her, working overtime with my tongue.

She came again and I nearly lost it as she creamed all over my face. That was it. It would just have to be good enough because there as no way in hell I could wait. I was not going to make it another minute without my dick jumping out of my skin and trying to bury itself inside her.

Oh yeah, I was going to give Miss Priss here the business.

I positioned myself over her again, guiding my cock tip to her pussy. I inched forward, groaning as I gained entry. I wanted to plunge forward and ride her hard. I couldn't stop myself from pushing ahead until I was balls deep.

She cried out and I froze, staring down at her. I'd just felt it, the barrier keeping me from going all the way inside her. Her hymen.

Holy shit!

Belinda had been a virgin.

A fierce possessiveness filled me. She was perfect. Sweet, beautiful, pure. And now, she was mine.

I was going to keep her dammit. And I was going to have a whole lot of fun bouncing around on that hot little body for the foreseeable future. A whole fuck load of fun.

I gripped her hips and started to circle my hips.

"It's okay, Princess. You're my baby girl now."

Her eyes were closed as her head started to toss back and forth. I rode her slow and gentle. I couldn't stop, but I wasn't insensitive.

I was shocked as hell when she started coming a minute later. I thought she might be in pain, but nope, my Princess was shuddering all over my pole.

Damn girl!

"That's it... come for me Princess..."

It was game time. My slim thread of control snapped and all hell broke loose. Her body was convulsing beneath me as I lifted her thigh and went to town. I couldn't wait any longer. I went for it, driving into her again and again.

My legs froze in place as I felt a king sized orgasm start. My balls felt like lava lamps as they rolled over and gave up the goods. It started at the base of my spine and swept upwards, shooting lightning out of my cock.

"Gahhh!"

I shouted as my shaft pulsated come inside her. I seemed to have an endless supply of swimmers. My hips jerked out of tempo as I unloaded into her endlessly. She was tugging on me, her pussy milking me for all I was worth.

I collapsed forward, careful not to crush her. I looked down at her beautiful face, flushed from exertion and kissed her. I turned sideways on the narrow bed and kissed her cheek. I could not seem to keep my hands off her, even for a minute.

"Jesus, sweetheart. You are amazing."

She was staring at the ceiling as if in a daze.

"You alright Princess? Hmmm... fuck, I'd love to do that again but I bet you're sore."

"I- did you wear a condom?"

I chucked her under the chin.

"No sweetheart. You're on the pill though, right?"

She stared at me, her huge eyes reminding me of a doe's eyes. I loved the deer that we sometimes saw in the yard. Back home, I was the only guy I knew who didn't go hunting.

It was twisted, hurting something beautiful like that.

She nodded shyly and pulled my shirt over her. I grinned. She was so cute to be shy after what we'd just done. We'd rutted like the wild animals we were.

We were going to do a whole hell of a lot of rutting in the coming months.

Fuck it. Make that years. I could not imagine getting bored of that sexy body in my bed. Not for a long ass time. Maybe never.

Hell to the no, I was not letting her get away.

I got up and pulled my pants on to use the bathroom. I was whistling as I walked down the hallway. I was one lucky sonofabitch.

My first day here and I'd already got myself a girlfriend.

And what a fine ass girlfriend she was.

Belinda

"Oh God. Oh my God."

I muttered to myself, grabbing for my clothes the instant he was gone. I was an idiot. How could I be so stupid?

My dad was going to kill me.

I swallowed and grabbed my stuff, checking to make sure the hallway was clear.

I winced with the first step. I was soaking wet and sore between my legs. That was from me- my blood and juices and... him.

I'd just thrown my innocence away and for what? I was sure I was just another notch in his belt. Kyle clearly knew what he was doing. He was good enough at it!

Way, way too good.

I'd just been plucked by a master. I realized I'd completely lost my head. I couldn't blame it on a handful of beers either. I wasn't drunk. He'd even asked permission.

This was a matter of me being naive and him being an expert seducer.

The worst part was that I'd actually felt like he cared about me when he was on top of me... inside me. I groaned. He'd come inside me! How could I be so dumb?

Dumb dumb dumb!

I slipped my shoes on as I hustled down the hallway to the stairway. I looked back over my shoulder. It was all clear.

Thank God. He hadn't seen me. I could get away without a confrontation.

He'd said something about going again... I shivered. That would have been horrible. He would have touched me until I was quivering again. Then pushed himself inside me, kissing me while he took everything I had. Sweet, hot, delicious... and just compounding my mistake.

Yeah. Horrible. Like I said.

I ran down the stairs and pulled out my phone to check the time. If I caught the bus in the next ten minutes I could be home before Dad. He had his alumni planning dinner tonight, so I could do it.

Mom would be harder to sneak past, but easier to convince. She was kind and generous, not a hard ass like my dad.

But neither one of them would be pleased by the smell of beer on my breath. Never mind the fact that I'd definitely forgotten my panties in Kyle's dorm room. I had the sudden, horrible thought that people could tell I was going commando. I felt naked and exposed.

For the first time I understood what the 'walk of shame' meant.

I hit the pavement running, ignoring my embarrassment. It was a brisk evening, the air cooling my warm face. I now had nine minutes to make the bus. I turned the corner and could see the stop just outside campus.

Oh no!

I panicked as I stared at the bus stop in horror. The bus was already there. For once, the bus was actually early!

With a burst of superhuman strength born 100% from panic, I ran faster than I'd ever run before. If I'd been thinking clearly I would have been proud of myself. I had been on the track team in high school, before my boobs got too big to make it comfortable.

Running my butt off with no bra. Not to mention I was wearing these strappy platform shoes. Never again, Belinda!

I screeched to a halt, nearly passing the bus entirely. The doors began to close. In slow motion I practically threw myself towards them and-

Squeezed through.

I smiled at the driver and flashed my pass. I tried to act normal, as if I hadn't just slid through the doors in the nick of time. I must have looked crazy, judging from the odd look the driver gave me. But I didn't care. I'd made it.

I sank into a seat and contemplated the mess I'd made of everything.

Losing my virginity wasn't so bad.

I'd wanted experience and I'd gotten it. For a long time I'd felt like a freak, the only virgin I knew. It was well past time I fooled around with a boy. But I'd been careless, assuming he would take care of birth control.

Kyle had me so turned on that I hadn't thought about anything, let alone playing it safe. One look from those hard blue eyes and I'd melted. I thought back over the evening, cringing. I hadn't said no to one thing he'd asked from the moment I met him.

Sure, maybe I was getting back at my dad a little bit. I was starting to get tired of the rules. Some rules were fine. My dad just had too many.

But it was more than that. Kyle was seductively dangerous. To me anyway. Not to my body. He'd been gentle and caring. No, he was dangerous to my peace of mind.

I sunk down into the seat. I just hoped I didn't run into him again on campus. If I saw him, I would just walk the other way. He didn't have my number or anything. I couldn't repeat my stupid mistakes. And I knew it would be even harder to resist him the next time. The farther I stayed away, the better.

And if I did see him and couldn't avoid talking to him, well, he'd learn that I had a cold side.

Cold, hard and tough.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Who was I kidding? I was a softy. Stupid. Naive. That's how I'd ended up in this mess!

I hopped off the bus at my stop and ran the five blocks home, painfully aware of my pantiless state the whole way. I exhaled sharply with relief as I turned the corner. Dad's car wasn't in the driveway. Once again, I'd made it by the skin of my teeth.

I came in through the back and headed straight to the bathroom to shower. I wanted his smell off of me. His come. Then I could forget this mess, go back to my normal life as boring good girl. What had he called me? A goody two-shoes. That's right. That's all I wanted to be. Instead, I was sticky and getting stickier by the minute. Maybe I could just forget the whole thing. It would be easier without the physical evidence.

"Bellie? That you?"

"Yeah mom!"

"You didn't come home right away."

"Sorry, I ate on campus. I was working."

"Alright dear. Well, do come say goodnight after your shower."

"I will."

I exhaled and climbed under the pulsing jets. The hot water calmed me, making me feel clean again. I could still feel him though. The way his body had felt against me. His hands. His mouth...

Especially his mouth.

I stayed under the water much longer than usual. Finally, I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person in the world who wouldn't judge me right now.

Betsy.

We'd met at an academic summer camp in junior high school. Two weeks of nerdy preteens on a college campus in the Northeast. She was the opposite of me: disorganized, funny, bohemian, maybe even a little bit zany.

Not like me, the 'other B.' My feet were firmly on the ground and had been since the day I was born. But for some reason, we'd become tighter than sisters. And we'd stayed that way ever since. I guess opposites really did attract.

It was too bad she lived on the other side of the country.

It was late here, and even later there. But I knew she'd be up. Betsy didn't believe in 'assigned sleep schedules.' She slept when she wanted, where she wanted and with whoever she wanted.

Usually that meant from dawn to around noon.

Bets I'm freaking out

Why

I did it

You did what?

Wait- you did IT????

Yes

Who's the lucky guy?

I just met him

He must be impressive

He was

When are you seeing him again?