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He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming into me to the hilt. I cry out against his mouth. “Did I hurt you?” Chris whispers against my lips.
Honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, I just feel stuffed full. I shake my head, “No, please move,” I plead.
Chris begins to move, hitting my clit with every thrust. I grab onto his biceps as he begins to pick up the pace. The bed rocks and the headboard knocks against the wall with each thrust.
I’ve never felt something so good. He again reaches between us and begins rubbing my clit. How is it possible that I feel like I could come again? He rolls us with himself still buried inside of me until I’m straddling him and have no clue what I’m supposed to do.
He grabs my hips and starts guiding me, and shit, it feels like he’s deeper inside of me. My head flies back and I groan as he lets go of me with one hand and reaches his arms around me.
Chris rolls us again as I begin to come and then begins to fuck me at a punishing pace. When he comes he plants himself to the root and I feel him jerk inside of me.
He pulls out of me and then pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Thank you for coming over tonight,” Chris says in the quiet of the room.
“Of course.” I lean up and kiss his lips.
Chris hugs me tight and promptly falls asleep.
I shake my head, no longer wanting to think about that night. I get up off the sofa and go into my bedroom and climb into bed, maybe, just maybe I’ll forget the colossal mistake I made last night.
Haddie
I yawn loudly as I try to pay attention during my Pharmacology class. My teacher looks pointedly at me before moving on to the next topic. While she talks it seriously sounds like the adults on Charlie Brown talking. I don’t know what my problem is, but I’m so exhausted.
Second semester just started four weeks ago and it’s been six weeks since I’ve heard from Chris. I’ve tried calling him and texting him, but he’s obviously ignoring me. What did I expect, giving my virginity to someone who has always been a grade A douche?
That night he was so sweet and he needed me. I thought we’d had a connection—he even said he felt it, but I guess he was only feeling the desire to have sex, nothing more.
At least my first time is over and done with and it was at least good—no, it was great. I’ve heard too many horror stories about how horrible a girl’s first time can be. Shit, my sister’s first time was her sexual assault.
I try to focus back in on my professor but honestly, I couldn’t tell you what she’s even talked about. When she dismisses us, I shove everything into my backpack and head out into the hall.
When I make my way outside I find Graham sitting on a bench. “Hey you.” He smiles when I approach and my stomach does little flips, and not the good kind.
“Hi pretty lady. How was class?” Graham and I have struck up a nice friendship. I honestly don’t want anything more and it feels weird to think about dating someone because I never really have before. The closest I’ve ever been to a relationship and you can’t even call it that was what went down with you know who.
I yawn. “It was fine, but I’m in desperate need of a nap.”
“We can skip lunch,” he says while we walk to the parking lot toward our vehicles.
“No, I’m starving. It’ll just need to be a quick lunch, if that’s okay?” We stop next to mine.
I follow Graham to Subway and gorge myself on a six-inch turkey on wheat with everything. “Wow, you were really hungry,” he says as I crumple up my wrapper and shove it inside my empty chip bag.
“Sorry,” I say, ducking my head because I’m embarrassed I just inhaled all of that in front of him.
He grabs my wrist. “Don’t be sorry and don’t be embarrassed. You’re hungry, eat.” By the time he finishes I can’t stop yawning. Graham walks me out to my car. “Are you sure you’re okay driving home?”
“I’ll seriously be fine. My apartment isn’t that far from here. I’ll see you Monday.” I climb into my car and give him a wave before pulling out of the parking lot.
Once I’m home, I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, and head up the stairs to my apartment. Inside, I drop my bag on the sofa and go directly to my bed. I’m out the moment I hit my pillow.
Tears blur my vision as I stare at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. How could I let this happen? My parents are going to be so disappointed in me. Oh god, I’m pregnant with Chris’s baby. I gave him my virginity and he didn’t even remember doing it.
I pick up my phone and quickly dial my sister. “Hey Haddie, what’s up?”
“C-Can I come o-over? I’m in trouble, Abby.” I don’t know what else to say right now.
“What’s going on? Do I need to call Ben or Joe?”
