I thrust my pelvis and drag my bare pussy over his straining dick, that throbs against me.
His response is choked and raspy. “Desk. Drawer.”
Preston’s hands grip my waist as we grind together. He lifts his head and his lips find my nipple, sucking it in between his teeth. It feels incredible.
I launch myself off him and lean over the bed as far as I can reach, opening the top drawer of his desk and pulling out a packet. I toss it on his belly and scoot myself down his legs, loving the soft, bristly tickle of his hair against my exposed, nude butt.
I’ve never taken off a pair of briefs from a guy before, so I do my best not to look stupid, pulling down his shorts over his erection, past his knees and then his feet. When I look back up, he’s sheathing his cock in the condom. And that’s when it hits me.
I’m going to give him my virginity. I’m handing over my V-card to Preston Dahl, the sexiest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
He must think I’m nervous as he stares at me and asks, “You sure?”
I drop my hand to his condom-covered erection and squeeze, as I lay down flat on the bed next to him.
“Yes.”
He rolls on top of me, taking his time to kiss me all over my face, neck and breasts, before his cock is at my entrance.
His hips nudge my legs as I spread them wider, my hands wrapping around his neck and our lips meet in an open-mouthed, tongue-bathing kiss.
The head of his dick pushes in just an inch and I suck in a breath.
“You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm. All good.”
I bare down and bite my lip as he pushes in further and I feel a sharp, stinging pain. He stops and waits.
Preston’s voice is harsh and his breath choppy as he says, “I’m going to try and go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much.”
And then he pushes past the resistance with one final thrust and I gasp, the tears immediately stinging my eyes. I breathe in and breathe out, adjusting to the sensation. It soon becomes a dull ache and I begin to enjoy the drag of his cock against my walls as he thrusts and withdraws.
I wrap my legs around his ass, enjoying the new and deeper penetration.
I’m not sure what I expected it to feel like, but it isn’t as bad or as painful as I had thought it would be. Every time he thrusts in deep, his pelvis hits my clit, sending zinging currents of pleasure up my spine. On the fourth or fifth time, I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. That tingling sensation the bubbles low in my belly, down my legs and into my toes.
I clutch him tighter, feeling the beat of his heart against my breasts. And then he rears up on his arms, like a stag showing off his prowess, and I go off like a grenade, detonating into a million different pieces. Preston’s head tips back and he lets out a low growl before he drops to my chest, his head cradled in my neck.
“Goddamn.”
This is all he says for a minute or two until he slowly eases out of me and shifts to his side, his hand holding the base of the condom. I feel the loss of him acutely. I’m sore but bereft and empty.
His lips are at my ear and he kisses me under my lobe, sending shivers down my body.
“You okay?”
I can’t help the smile that forms across my lips as I turn and stare into his eyes.
“More than okay. I’m perfect.”
Preston chuckles and nods his head. “You are perfect.”
Preston
Oak Ridge Universitycampus turns into one gigantic festival grounds the week of Halloween. All the houses on Frat and Sorority row are elaborately decorated and parties happen every weekend leading up to the night of All Hallows’ Eve.
I’d promised Brin I would do my best to come to her Mi Alpha Alpha’s haunted mansion party at least one of the weekend’s it was open, although I’d already missed the first weekend and it wasn’t looking good for this weekend, either. We’d just gotten back from an away game in Rhode Island and were dropping our things off at the locker room.
