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But he also probably knew that coming here tonight just to introduce me to a room full of strangers— not to mention a bunch of people who know us personally and also had been suspecting that something was going on— was a bad idea.
And so I oblige.
* * *
His house isn’t far, just around the water in Alexandria. It’s a tiny townhome.
Being that I’m a virgin and being that I am mostly unsure about where this is going, I feel butterflies in my stomach, but also a slight vacuuming sense of dread. But as he locks the door behind me and presses me up against it with his hands that he’s running up under my sweater, the butterflies are flapping their wings even harder than before to escape the vacuum until it loses all its power and stops trying to suck them inside it.
First he kisses me. And it’s so much more sensual than our kisses in his office were. It’s deep, it’s raw, it’s real. Even if we’re both still afraid someone will find out later, we aren’t worried that some student or other professor will bust through the door and catch us like I had been worried about that day in his office.
He kneels down on the ground, pulls up my skirt, and hikes one of my legs up over his shoulder and he sticks his head between my legs. I feel his tongue, and I feel the wetness of myself, and I feel quiver-inducing ecstasy.
“Mmm,” I moan, as he starts sucking on my clit.
“You like that?” he asks.
He’s fingering my pussy hole while sucking on my clit.
“I love it.”
“Yeah, well I love tasting this sweet pussy of yours. You’re gushing wet for me. And you’re so fucking tight.”
“Professor Mitchell, you’re making me cum,” I tell him, as my pussy juiced drip into his mouth.
“Cum for me. Cum for me while I loosen up this tight little pussy hole of yours, because I’m going to fuck it.”
“Oh, yeah,” I tell him. “Fuck my pussy for my very first time.”
He pops out from beneath my skirt and looks at me as I’m still panting, having just come down off the high of the orgasm.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks me.
I bite my lip and nod.
“Well, this changes things.” He stands and picks me up and then carries me up the staircase- no small feat because I’m a bigger girl. But he makes it seem easy. When we get to the top, he takes me into the bedroom and lays me down gently in his large, dark wooden bed. And then he kisses me again in that same sensual way, first on my lips and then all over every inch of my body, pulling off my sweater and exposing my breasts. He runs his tongue up and down over every curve until he’s back down in my pussy, flicking with his tongue and slowly inserting one finger at a time to ease me into what we’re about to do.
“You have to tell me if I start to hurt you,” he says.
“You won’t hurt me,” I tell him. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me.”
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you during your freshman year,” he says as he spreads my legs back apart and pushes the head of his cock against the wetness between my thighs.
There’s pressure then, but it’s exquisite. I clench at the silver and black hairs on his chest.
“Ah,” I let out.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” I say. “Just fuck me.”
And so he does. Slowly at first, of course, but then he picks up his stride, pounding in and out of me. He bends over and wraps his lips around my areolas, flicking my nipples with his tongue. He slips his hand back down and makes sure to stimulate my clit even more as he’s driving himself in and out of me.
Most girls don’t have much to say about how good their first time is, and I always thought that maybe that was because they had better after, or maybe it really just wasn’t good. I’ve heard nightmarish stories about men who have no idea about the function of their partner’s body. But Professor Mitchell— no— Trenton knows exactly what he’s doing.
I’ve never felt so complete in my life as I do with him inside me, especially not as much as when he cums and I can feel the warmth of his ejaculate filling me. Each throb of his big cock drives more and more inside, and all I can do is clench at his skin.
Chapter Five
Trenton
We lie in my bed sometime around midnight after making love. I can’t believe that I was actually her first. How rare is that for a sophomore in college? Usually— especially here in DC – the college kids are all so glad to be away from home, so wild and randy, they can’t wait to get into bed after a booze-fueled frat party. I’ve heard my fair share of stories, anyway.
