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“Give me your cherry already,” he was always saying. “You don’t want to leave high school a virgin.”
“You’re a virgin,” I would point out.
“Yeah and I don’t wanna leave with my V-card either!” he’d exclaim. “Come on, Kate. Let me just stick it in and pull it right back out. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
That was when I would roll my eyes. It was clear to me that he had no intentions of trying to make me feel good. Darren wanted to please himself, and that was it.
Plus, I didn’t want to leave high school with the memory of his zits exploding all over me while he stuck it in just to “pull it right back out”. Darren was only in it for himself and if I was going to let him put his dick in me, it was going to be for both of us.
So that was that.
Clearly, we broke up before graduation. My vague excuse was so farfetched that I can’t even remember what it was. But Darren was heartbroken, or so he claimed. Back then, it had made me a bit sad, even if I didn’t regret it. After all, it’s never nice to hurt another human being.
But Darren doesn’t know how to take rejection. Because the voicemails wouldn’t stop, even after I pulled the plug.
“Kate, call me back! I just want to know why?”
“Kate, I’m sorry for whatever I did. Just give me another chance!”
“Come on, you gotta lose it before college.”
I never returned any of his calls. At first, my heart was heavy. Darren was my first boyfriend, after all. But instead of dwelling on the sad boy, I moved on with my life. Sure, once in a while, I wondered whether or not I made the right choice because sometimes, I’d overhear chatter about other girls’ first times, and it wasn’t exactly great. More like insane pain from a dweeb who didn’t know where to put it.
But now, after my experience with Hard Fought, there’s no turning back.
Giving it to Darren would have been a disaster because Hard Fought showed me what it was like to have pleasure. Real pleasure.
They had devoured me like lions, sticking their tongues in my pussy and my ass over and over again, overwhelming me with their masculinity. The sheer power they wielded over my body was unbelievable. At every turn, the men were focused on me and my pleasure.
Darren never would have done that.
Although the three alphas were obviously turned on, I don’t think any of them came while during that first session. That would happen later—with time. Their dicks would replace their tongues and my pleasure would become ours.
Oh god.
I rolled over on the bed and rubbed my hardening nipples against the sheets. It was happening again. The three giants weren’t even with me and they were making my body shudder.
Oh…
The entire situation was confusing. Because yes, I was attracted to the three rock stars, but at the same time, they were my bosses.
This shouldn’t happen. This can’t happen.
It didn’t seem right to fuck my employers, even if they started it.
They started it but I sure did finish. At least eight times.
A giggle bubbled up inside and I bit my tongue.
Because I was dreaming. My virginity was something to be saved—something that should be given to a long-term boyfriend. For eighteen years, my cherry had remained intact.
Plus, what was I thinking? I worked for these men. We had no relationship. They didn’t care about me, not really. I was a luscious young thing who happened to be on-hand.
On their payroll no less.
I rolled over onto my side, trying to ignore the tingling in my cunt. Helena made it clear that my job was important. The interview was wordless, but the handbook and the job posting were clear. I was there to help with the tour—to bring the rock stars water and sweat-cloths, and do whatever else struck their fancy.
I certainly wasn’t getting paid to lay around in high thread count sheets thinking about the next time I would get the chance to suck their dicks.
But would I get that chance?
The thought made me tremble with pleasure. But after basking in the fantasy for a moment, I forced myself to get up and grab my bag. Hard Fought needed my help at the arena. When the show was over, they would need to hydrate and relax.
Plus, I’d get to watch them wipe all that sweat from those rippling muscles.
I mentally scolded myself. Helena would have my hide if she found out about the plane. Nothing more could happen between myself and the band members. There were too many reasons that it could all go wrong.
It won’t happen again. The airplane was the only time, I promised myself.
Closing the hotel room door behind me, my feet strode purposefully to the elevator. Working needed to be my primary focus. Work work work. Seeing the world yes, but also a nose to the grindstone attitude.
