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“Edie, we’re not going to have sex,” I told her.
“We’re not?”
I was half-excited that she wanted to, but also half-insulted that Edie actually believed that I would take her in the school restroom for her first time. While I wasn’t the most romantic guy around, I wasn’t a complete douchebag. Whether a girl valued her virginity or not, if I was the one taking it, it wasn’t going to be in a fucking public restroom.
“No, we’re not,” I repeated. “We’re going to do the next best thing, baby.”
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Edie~
Iwas way in over my head, and even though I was very aware of just how in over my head I was, that wasn’t stopping me from not stopping Lars. Every touch of his hands, every kiss of his lips, every sexy word out of his mouth just ignited a fire in the pit of my core that just kept spreading throughout my body.
I wasn’t sure why I assumed that we’d be having sex in here, but that was the first thought that had come to mind when Lars’ hand slid down the front of my jeans. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known better. There was no way that Lars was crass enough to take my virginity in the school restroom. While I had no doubt that Lars had met plenty of girls in these restrooms throughout the years, a quickie in here was vastly different than taking a girl’s virginity.
So, with sex off the table, there could be only one reason why Lars had his hand down my pants. Even though we were bypassing second base rather quickly, I was curious and turned on enough that I wanted to know what third base felt like. I wanted to know what it felt like to have an orgasm. I wanted to know what it felt like to feel full. I wanted to know what the fuss was all about.
Letting go of Lars’ wrist, I threw my arms around his neck again, kissing him to hide my nervousness. He was touching me in ways that no one else had ever dared, and while I wanted to pretend like my hands weren’t shaking, they were. Everything that he introduced me to felt divine. It felt new, incredible, and addicting. I could easily see how the waves of pleasure could be mistaken for more.
With my lips on his, his tongue went back to playing with mine as his hand slid further down my pants, my hips automatically moving forward to give him more access. I had no idea how my body continued to know what to do, but it did. Moving purely on instinct, it knew what it needed, and it knew what to do to feed that need.
The second that Lars slid a single finger through my drenched folds, my lungs stopped working, every ounce of air stolen from my chest. The sensation felt like a euphoric high that had me flying out of my mind with pleasure that I hadn’t known existed. This wasn’t like our first kiss. This wasn’t like the way his lips felt on my neck. This wasn’t like how his hand had felt over my breast. People could call this foreplay all that they wanted, but this was not foreplay. Everything else before this had been foreplay. Everything else had felt like we could still stop. Everything else had still felt like a choice.
This didn’t feel like a choice.
This felt like I could possibly die if Lars stopped.
Spreading my legs wider, Lars pulled away from my lips, hissing, “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
I didn’t say anything back because there was nothing to say. I was positively dripping, and I hadn’t even known that was a thing. While not completely naïve, I just never knew that it was possible to getthisturned on. It was almost embarrassing.
“Lars…” I whimpered as his fingers played with my clit, my eyes closing, losing myself to the expertise of his fingers. “Oh, God…”
I felt his lips back on my neck, but that sensation took a backseat to his fingers working their magic. Like a guy that knew his way around a girl’s body, Lars played with me until my hips began moving of their own accord. They were searching for something, and I knew exactly what that something was.
“Tell me what you want, Edie,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I couldn’t believe that the bastard was going to make me say it. “You know what I want,” I hedged.
“Say it, Edie,” he repeated. “I need you to say it, baby.”
Not knowing exactly how to ask for it, I said, “I want you to fill me up.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered before I felt him slide one finger inside me, my hands grabbing onto his biceps, the pleasure almost too much to take. “Holy fuck, you’re tight. Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight, Edie.”
“Lars, don’t stop…” I begged, the feeling foreign yet perfect. “Lars…oh, God…”
My body pulled his finger deeper inside me, and just when I thought that I was going to go out of my mind with desire, Lars slid a second finger in, and while it stung a little, it wasn’t enough to snap me out of my high. If someone were to ask me to describe this feeling in words, I wouldn’t be able to. If I’d felt this sensation in only my body, then maybe I’d be able to articulate what I felt. However, Lars was touching every part of me, not just my body, and it was almost too much to take.
When Lars’ thumb rubbed across my clit, my fingers dug into his muscles, and he quickly muffled my cries with his lips, swallowing my pleasure. As Lars’ fingers worked me expertly, I could feel tears gathering behind my eyes, the feeling taking me to a place full of all the emotions that I’d sworn to him that I wouldn’t feel for the first boy that ever touched me.
His fingers stretched me, sliding easily in and out of my body, and his thumb manipulated that little bundle of magic, making everything inside me coil painfully. I was at the edge, and it wasn’t going to take much to push me over, making my heart splatter on the concrete below.
Breaking off the kiss, Lars said, “Cum for me, Edie.” My body clenched, ready to obey. “Cum all over my fingers. Soak my hand, baby.”
Crying out his name, I experienced my first orgasm ever, and I knew that I was never going to be able to recover from this. As my body trembled, pleasure blinding me to everything else, I knew that I was going to leave this restroom positively wrecked at the hands of this boy.
“Fuck,” Lars hissed, his fingers riding me through my orgasm, the steel pipe in his jeans pressed up against my thigh. “Fuck, Edie.”
