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“No, just once.” I groan as my hand finds my cock, then I picture Ava’s ass…Nope.Mouth?Try again.Tits?One more chance, Walsh.
I close my eyes, and I can see her plain as day spread out on my bed, begging me to fuck her. I picture my lips tracing the lips of her perfect, pink pussy. I slide my tongue through her folds, and I can almost taste her juices.
“Jackson, please, I need you so bad. Please fuck me.”
“God, yes, Ava,” I grunt aloud as I begin to pull harder on my cock.
I trace my lips up her body, and before my mind can tell me not to kiss her, my lips are on hers, devouring them hungrily.
“Why can’t we kiss, Jackson?”
“Shut up, Ava,” I growl at the voice in my head that sounds just like her.
“I know you want to kiss me.”She wraps her legs around me and presses her pussy against my torso, rubbing the wetness from between her legs on me.
“Jackson,”she groans.“Fuck me. Not just because I want my virginity done and over with…but because you want to. Because I want you to be my first. And you want to be my first too.”
“Fuck yes.” I’m pulling at my dick so hard at this point, and the second my mind allows me to penetrate Ava’s beautiful pussy, I lose it.
“FUCK! FUCKING FUCK. Ava!” I roar as ropes of thick cum begin to shoot out of my cock onto the shower tile. I don’t know how long I’m coming, and at one point I swear I black out for a second as her face flashes through my brain. After I’ve come down from the best orgasm I’ve ever given myself, I drop my dick like it’s on fire and punch the tile in front of me, knowing without a doubt, I am unbelievably fucked.
“Hi, Jackson!” Ava smiles as she grabs my hand and pulls me inside of her apartment.I don’t remember it being this small? But I guess I was pretty drunk the last time I was here, and then extremely hungover the next day.Her apartment smells heavenly, the scent of cheese and particularly Ava’s mother’s special recipe transporting me back almost twelve years ago.Holy nostalgia.
“God, it smells like your mom’s,” I tell her as I follow her inside. “I brought you these. “I hand her a bouquet of white flowers, and she cocks her head to the side. I was going to bring wine, but the last thing the two of us needed to be drinking was a ton of alcohol. I figured flowers were safe.
“Thank you, Jackson. They’re beautiful but… why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to come empty-handed?”
She giggles and pulls out a vase. “Can you cut the stems and put them in water for me?”
“Can you grow a penis?” I ask her, wondering why she would think I would be capable of such. I hope she can sense that the ludicrousness of my statement rivals hers.
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Do you want some wine?”
One glass, Walsh. That’s it.
“Sure. Not too much though, early meeting tomorrow.”
“Mhmmm,” she says. A part of me was nervous she was going to be dressed in something that showed me the tits I had my mouth all over last night, but she’s in an NYU t-shirt and leggings, successfully hiding her lush curves.
She comes to sit next to me on the couch as the macaroni and cheese isn’t ready yet and sips her wine. “You seem nervous.”
“Not nervous.” I shake my head as I take a timid sip of the wine, when all I really want to do is down the whole goddamn bottle to take this nervous edge off.
“I’m not going to bite, Jackson.” She giggles. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She bites her bottom lip, and I chuckle.
“You’re trouble.”
“Only around you. Something about you.” She shrugs. “I’m much shyer around other people. But you make me… feel…safe and relaxed.”
“You’re probably the only one.”
She giggles. “Hardass at work, I bet.”
“Because people are incompetent morons. And I have no qualms about telling them such.”
“So mean! Remind me to never piss you off.”
