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I wondered how mad
he would be if I asked if we could turn the lights off. The idea of
losing my virginity in his tiny filthy apartment was becoming less
and less appealing. At least, if the lights were off, I could pretend
I was somewhere clean, like my house, or Damien's classroom. Chase's
parents were real neat freaks. I shouldn't be so surprised that he
had decided to live like a pig once he broke free of them. Maybe it
would be better if I came back later and gave him time to clean, I
thought, but before I could open my mouth to voice objection, he was
grabbing me by the hips and pulling me on top of him on the bed.
Thankfully, the skirt I was wearing wasn't a pencil skirt. Otherwise,
it might have ripped.

I could feel his
excitement rising between my legs, pressing hard against my skirt and
panties. Despite my disgust at the surroundings, my female parts
began to moisten. Perhaps it was automatic from having a cock so
close to them. Ever since I started lessons with Damien Reed, it had
taken a lot less to get me hot and bothered.

My new-found
self-confidence spurred me to take control, leaning down to flick my
tongue across one of Chase's nipples while I clawed my nails down his
stomach. He had a nice swimmers build, with defined abdominal muscles
and smooth hairless skin. He groaned as my lips teased his nipple.

By that time, my
hand had reached the waistband of his pants, and I quickly worked to
unfasten his belt and release the monster within. It was every bit as
big as I had anticipated. At least eight inches long, and thick.
There was a small crock where it bent slightly to the right, but that
didn't make it any less impressive.

Chase was
insistently gripping at my blouse. I wanted to have more fun with his
tool, but he seemed to have other things in mind. Giving in to his
desires, I leaned forward a bit and allowed him to pull off my
blouse. He sat up and promptly began to unclasp my bra, undressing me
with the eagerness of a man who had been kept waiting for way too
long.

“
Stand
up for a moment,” he told me, and when I did, he wiggled out of
his pants, then threw his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed
my hips to tug down my skirt. It fell effortlessly to the floor, and
Chase wasted no time in removing my panties as well.

Soon, we were both
naked, and the full awkwardness of the situation was beginning to
sink in for me. Was this really what I wanted? I know that I had said
all of those things to Chase, and yes, I had meant them, but still.
How could I be sure he was the right person to give myself to? In
truth, I wasn't, but I couldn't think of a better man.

“
Are
you alright?” he asked, noticing my sudden change in mood.

“
Yeah,”
I nodded. “I guess I'm just a bit nervous.”

“
I
won't hurt you.”

“
I
know you won't. Can we just . . . take things a bit slow?”

“
Sure.
We can take things as slow as you want,” his voice was
soothing.

“
Lay
back on the bed. I want . . . well, you'll see.”

He smirked, obeying.
I crawled up on the bed behind him, stopping at his hips. His massive
rod pointed up at me like an arrow, and I sank down, flicking my
tongue out at the tip.

Chase groaned,
resting his head against the pillow for a moment before he craned it
back up to watch me.

I gripped the base
of his member, holding it steady while I ran the blade of my tongue
up the underside. He tasted like skin and sex and man. Completely
intoxicating. I was quickly becoming aware of the fact that I
actually enjoyed sucking cock. The look on a man's face when you held
his most tender bits inside of your mouth was absolutely exquisite.

With a feline like
purr, I pressed my lips around the tip, suckling at it and teasing
the groove on the underside with my tongue. The smoothness of his
glans was pleasant in my mouth, the velvety softness of his shaft,
comfortable in my hand. I stroked slowly as I sucked on him,
eliciting a torrent of groans. Chase was very vocal. I liked that.

Soon, I found myself
taking him in further, pressing him to the back of my throat. My gag
reflex went off instantly, and I blushed as I pulled away. Chase
didn't seem to mind though. He simply lay there, his eyes
half-closed, as if my mouth was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt
on his cock.

I decided to take
another try at deep-throating him, lowering my lips more slowly onto
his rod and pulling back whenever I could feel the muscles of my
throat ready to go into eject mode. It took a bit of trial and error,
but I eventually got the hang of it. Chase's hips writhed beneath me
as I milked his cock into my mouth, following my strokes with very
audible slurping. Every time I reached the tip, I would swirl my
tongue up and over his delicious ridges, which seemed to please him
very much by the heated sounds he was making.

“
Oh
my God, Chey, you've got to stop. I'm going to . . .”

I could feel his
member twitch in my mouth, and for a moment, I thought he was going
to expend his juices, but thankfully, Chase seemed to have more
reservation than that. He urged me off his pulsing member, though I
was a little disappointed for having to leave it. I had been really
enjoying myself, tasting his meaty manhood.

Chase sat up and
tangled his fingers into my hair, drawing me to him for a heated
kiss. His mouth moved on top of mine desperately, needily, and my own
body began to hunger—to hunger for his touch, for the touch of
a man who truly wanted me. No one on the face of the planet wanted me
more than Chase did.

Soon, I was lying on
my back, and he was leaning over me. His hand reached between my
legs, his thick fingers parting my lower lips to press my arousal
button. My breath hitched as he found it, rubbing dangerous circles
around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Everything disappeared around
us, and my doubt melted away. This was the man I wanted inside of me.

He leaned down,
sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation sent warm
electric need straight to my clit, which his fingers were currently
working like a light switch. The only mode my body was set to was on
though. I curled my fingers into his hair, moaning out my pleasure.

“
Are
you alright?” he breathed against my skin, sending a shiver
down my spine.

“
Yes.
Less talking, more sucking.”

He was happy to
oblige, moving to my other nipple to give it equal attention. The
finger that had been rubbing my clit began traveling downward, and I
spread my legs to give it better access. It played around my moist
tunnel, gently dipping into my wetness but not pressing too far. My
hips writhed in approval, waiting impatiently for his hand to claim
me.

The first finger
slipped inside, knuckle deep, and I felt my inner walls closing in on
it involuntarily, almost as if my body was trying to trap the
intruder. Chase groaned, nuzzling my chest lovingly.

“
You're
definitely still a virgin,” he murmured, as if I needed a
reminder.

A second finger
joined the first, and I winced a bit, feeling the pressure of being
too full. If two fingers stung, I didn't even want to imagine what
his cock was going to feel like. Still, I had committed to this, and
I wasn't about to back out.

The first few passes
Chase's fingers made inside of me were uncomfortable, but the wetness
of my cunt offered soothing relief. Soon, his fingers were sliding in
and out almost effortlessly, bringing pleasure instead of pain. I
groaned, licking my lips, my entire body a mess of sensations. It all
felt so incredible, and I could hardly wait for the next step.

“
I'm
ready,” I whispered.

“
Are
you sure?” Chase asked, scooting up on the bed so that he could
kiss me again. His hand left my pussy, and I felt oddly empty.

“
Yes.
I want you inside of me, but first.” I reached for my phone on
the bedside table.

He gave me a queer
look. “What are you doing?”

“
I
want to record this. A girl only loses her virginity once in her
lifetime,” I told him as I propped the phone up against the
lamp and began setting it up to record video.

“
Damn,
Chey. I never knew you were so kinky.”

“
Well,
now you do.” I grinned, thinking about my sessions with Damien
Reed. Once I hit the record button, I laid back down, getting
comfortable beneath Chase. “I'm ready for you, stud.”

Without another
word, he crawled between my legs, spreading them a bit wider. I
watched him tower over me, thinking about how incredibly sexy he
looked. In that moment, he was no longer Chase my long-time friend.
He was Chase my lover, the man I wanted to give myself to—the
man who deserved to have me.

His tip pressed
against my wet opening, and I felt that very familiar unpleasant
stretching. The magic of the moment faded away from the pain of my
cunt being spread wider than it could handle. I gasped as he bucked
inside of me, filling me to the hilt with his thick member. My hands
wrapped around his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

“
Are
you alright?” he asked, looking especially concerned.

“
It
hurts a bit, is all,” I said between breaths, praying my body
would adjust quickly.

“
Do
you want me to pull out?”

“
I
don't know.”

I could feel my cunt
pulsing around his tool, as if all of my blood had rushed down below
in fear that something traumatic was happening to my nether region.
Chase's cock was pretty traumatic, but it was a good kind of trauma.
Despite my pain, I was happy, not regretting my decision at all.

“
It's
fine,” I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was lying or not.

Chase nodded,
pulling his hips back. Then he pushed in again, though a lot more
slowly this time. The pain was still there, but I did my best to bear
it. I had been warned time and time again that my first time would
hurt, but I had also been assured it would get better. I just hoped
the get better part would happen soon.

I stifled my cries
as Chase began thrusting. My cunt throbbed and ached, but eventually,
the pain did begin to subside. There was a strange pleasurable
sensation as he moved on top of me, the friction of his cock rubbing
my inner walls, bringing me to new heights.

His mouth found
mine, and I moaned into it, quickly becoming lost in the moment
again. Chase was on top of me, fucking me, and I absolutely loved it.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as he picked up
speed, causing the friction to build to the point it was almost
overwhelming. I felt so full, overstuffed, like his member might
destroy me at any moment. Still, my body begged him to continue. A
pleasure storm was brewing between my legs, swirling and bubbling and
waiting to erupt.

“
Don't
stop,” I cried out, fearing the ebb that would draw my orgasm
away.

Chase didn't stop,
and with a few more thrusts of his hips, I was cast overboard into a
sea of bliss, my love tunnel squeezing his member as tightly as it
could muster after being pounded into submission. It was all it took
to send him over the edge. He pulled out of my cunt and shot a thick
load onto my stomach, panting for breath and groaning out his
pleasure. I watched him with a satisfied look on my face as his abs
contracted, and he squeezed the last remaining drops of his orgasm
out of his cock.

When we were both
done, I leaned over to stop the recording on my cell phone, and Chase
crawled off the bed to go get a towel from the bathroom, cleaning his
creamy man babies off my stomach like a perfect gentleman. I smiled
at him all the while, utterly and totally satisfied with myself and
him and the way everything had gone down. It felt so right, like this
was what was supposed to happen. Maybe Damien Reed wasn't wrong to
turn me away.

“
Do
you want to take a shower with me?” Chase offered, looking down
at the blood on his cock.

To be honest, I was
surprised that I had bled at all. When I was seven years old, I was
sure I had torn my hymen during a tragic seesaw incident where this
kid decided to jump on the seesaw when I was trying to climb onto it.
My cunt ended up bloody and swollen.