Page 21 of Hailey Goes to College

“Where to?” I don’t want the night to end, but I have no idea where else we’d go. I curse myself for not getting out more to have suggestions.

“We can go to my dorm. Jason isn’t there.”

“Sounds perfect,” I say, and I turn to walk back toward the garage before he takes a few steps and throws his arm over my shoulders, kissing the side of my head as he steers me in the right direction.

“Perfect,” he repeats into my hair.

As we walk back to his dorm, I can’t help but feel an air of anticipation. My heart beats erratically with excitement. Our date was perfect. I feel closer to him than ever before, and I know he must feel the same—at least partly—because he keeps looking at me in an overly flirtatious way. We’re going to have sex. It’s not really a question, so much as a conclusion of weeks of tension. I’ve never had sex, but I’ve thought about it—obsessively as of late. I’m not scared, if anything my blood thrums with anticipation.

When we reach his dorm room, Ryan unlocks the door and we step inside. The air feels charged with electricity, my arms break out in goosebumps. He looks at me, his eyes filled with warmth and desire. “Are you cold baby?” he asks softly.

I shake my head no, feeling a flutter of nerves and excitement. “No, if anything I’m burning up.”

We head further to his room, and the moment the door closes behind us, Ryan pulls me into his arms. His kiss is deep and hungry, and I respond with equal fervor. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as our bodies press together. If I was hot before, I’m burning up now.

He leads me to his bed, and we sit down, still wrapped in each other. Ryan’s hands move to my face, gently caressing my cheeks as he kisses me again, slower this time, savoring the moment. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I let out a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Ryan,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I want this to be perfect for you, Hailey.”

When we were making out last week that turned into heavy petting, I confessed that I had never had sex before. I’m not some prude, I assured him, but I’d never gone all the way. He wasn’t shocked, just like I wasn’t shocked to learn he isn’t a virgin. He’s never pressured me, which is one of the things I like most about him, but I’m ready now. So ready I feel like I’m going to have to take the reins on something I’m barely versed in.

“It will be because it’s with you,” I assure him, my heart swelling with affection.

Ryan smiles and begins to undress me, his hands moving with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. He removes my dress and tights, leaving me in my underwear. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of me, his eyes darkening with desire. I wore a black lace demi cup bra tonight which makes my breasts look larger and since it’s all lace, my nipples can be seen through the fabric. My matching panties are the same see-through lace.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I blush, feeling both exposed and cherished. I reach for his shirt, pull it over his head, and let my hands explore the contours of his chest. He shivers under my touch, and the sight of his response fuels my desire. I’ve snaked my hands under his shirt before but this is the first glimpse of getting to see his muscular chest in all its glory.

We undress each other slowly, savoring every moment, until we’re both bare. Ryan’s hands move over my body with a gentle reverence, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me.

He lays me down on the bed, his body covering mine. Our kisses become more urgent, and I can feel the heat between us growing. Ryan’s hands explore my curves, and I arch into his touch, feeling a wave of pleasure. I can feel myself getting needier, my legs rubbing together seeking relief.

He pauses, looking into my eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice husky.

“Yes,” I breathe, my body aching for him. “I want you, Ryan.” I push myself against him trying to prove to him how much I want him.

With a nod, he positions himself above me, and I feel the head of his erection press against my entrance. He moves slowly entering me, giving me time to adjust, and the sensation is both intense and overwhelming. I gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders as he pushes deeper. It’s not painful like so many stories that I’ve heard but I feel a lot of pressure.

“Hailey,” he groans, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and restraint. “You feel so good.”

I can barely form words, the sensation overwhelming. “Ryan… Oh, God.”

He begins to move, his rhythm steady and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I begin to slowly meet his movements, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The connection between us a mix of physical and emotional intensity.

As our pace quickens, the world outside fades away, all I can see, all I can feel—is him. The pleasure builds, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. Ryan’s movements become more urgent, and I can tell he’s close, too. My body is burning up, I can feel myself flying higher and higher, the pleasure building.

“Hailey,” he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” I gasp, my body arching towards his. “Ryan, I’m going to—”

Before I can finish, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out his name, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Ryan follows moments later, a deep groan escaping his lips as he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine and he buries his face in my neck.

We collapse together, our breathing heavy and ragged. Ryan rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms. We lie there wrapped in each other, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding.

“That was… incredible,” I murmur, my head burrowing into his chest.

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