Page 3 of Ravaged By Lust

We’re both eighteen. We’ve both been waiting for this moment for months of our secret courtship.

“And it’ll be my first time as well,” I reply.

She scoffs. “You’re a liar.”

“I’m not.”

“But you’re… you, Bishop. You’d have to be an idiot not to know every girl at school fantasizes about you. You’re insanely charismatic and cool and sexy and just freaking gorgeous. All the girls flock to you.”

“And I’ve only got eyes for you. How about that?”

“Bishop…”

I know she’s nervous. She’s talking in an attempt to take her mind off what we’re about to do.

I’m the man here. I need to get our focus back.

I need to seize control.

“I’ll take this slowly,” I tell her. “Like a love song.”

“Don’t be cheesy, Bishop.”

I ignore her teasing.

“I want to take care of you, Chloe. Let me lead you.”

She nods again, and I see all the anxiety drain from her eyes. I train my gaze on her. Let her understand that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

That this is going to be an act of love.

I take her virginity with care, and she takes mine with all the responsibility she has.

As first times go, I imagine this one is pretty special. Sure, there’s some fumbling. Some awkward moments. But we’re careful with each other. We make each other feel safe. We repeat how we’re feeling, and I make sure to check up with Chloe multiple times. Make sure she’s okay.

And then it’s over.

“Doing that,” I whisper in Chloe’s ear. “With your brother next door not suspecting a thing was pretty damn sexy.”

“Oh, it was. We’re very naughty.”

“It was beautiful,” I say. None of my male friends would ever hear me say something like this in public, but the words feel right to tell Chloe.

It was fucking beautiful.

“It’s funny,” she replies.

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s funny?”

“The cool and dashing and confident Bishop Hayes who all the girls love being all sentimental and vulnerable. Yeah, you are definitely a sweetheart.”

“I can act hard if you want me to.”

“No, I like you like this, Bishop,” she says. “It feels like I’m sharing a secret with you; your true side that you hide from the world.”

“Well, I can’t hide anything from you, Chloe.”

She reaches for my hands and interweaves her fingers in mine.