Page 64 of Just for Fun
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks in a gravely tone, his eyes boring into mine.
I only nod because words escape me. Whatever he is doing to me now, I don’t want it to stop. I want to leave his house tonight as a completely changed woman, in the best of ways.
Kyle pushes the hair out of his face, but when he looks down, it falls all over the place once again. I watch as he wraps a hand around himself, causing me to squirm into place. He brings the tip closer to my entrance, and then, I can feel it prodding, trying to push in.
My mind goes completely blank, and I don’t know what to do. I dig my fingernails into the sheets and brace myself for impact, scared that maybe I didn’t think things through. But then I have to remind myself that this intimate act was bound to happen at some point in my life. I just don’t know why I chose to do this with Kyle for the very first time, knowing that our situation is not even a situation, and it is all a very temporary thing. Aren’t you supposed to be in love with the person you’re giving your virginity to?
The erratic thoughts distract me from him pushing in a little more. I try to reposition myself, getting a bit uncomfortable, but not enough to put a stop to this. It’s not so bad, I tell myself. I was all worried for nothing.
Kyle’s forehead breaks onto a sweat when he looks up at me.
“You are so tight,” he mumbles, or at least I think that’s what he says. “So fucking tight.” He sounds like he is in awe of the fact.
And then, that’s when I feel it. Pain like I have never felt in my life. It’s intense, and I worry that he might actually split me in half.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, this time not because of how good he makes me feel.
I want to push through, clenching my jaw and praying that the pain is only temporary, but when his hips surge forward without warning, I let out the loudest scream.
“It hurts,” I manage to say. “Please stop!”
Kyle freezes on top of me, his eyes so wide, they look like they’re about to pop out of his head.
“What’s happening, Zara?”
I open my mouth in a silent scream as tears are now flowing freely down my face.
“It hurts,” I repeat.
Just then, the momentum, or maybe me moving around, causes for Kyle’s hips to move forward. Piercing pain like I never imagined courses through my entire body. There is not one spot that is not numb from the pain, brain included.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Kyle’s eyes look wild. “What the fuck is happening?”
A sob escapes my throat no matter how hard I try to stop it. This is not what I was expecting. It is so. Much. Worse.
“It hurts.”
TWENTY
Kyle
I lostmy virginity when I was fourteen years old to a girl widely known as Virgin Mary who was three years my senior. Her nickname was deceiving as it implied purity. She was anything but. In fact, her hobby was to collect virgin boys, and she sure had a radar for it. She clocked me as soon as I stepped foot into that school, and she gave me a very strong knowledge base when it came to sex. I built a lot on that over the years since.
But I’ve never been with a virgin. Until Zara.
Holy fucking shit. That was something I never expected in a million years. Who is still a virgin in their mid-twenties?
That first thrust into her didn’t really register in my head. I was obsessing over how tight she was. She was gripping me like a vice, and I didn’t want us to ever stop.
That was until I looked at her face. What I saw in it was nothing good. She was grimacing, eyes filled with tears. And then, she hit me with her words.
“It hurts.”
I stared at her, unable to process the information. By the time she asked me to stop, I was completely out of it. My hips had a life of their own, with my cock leading the mission. Without thinking, I pushed again, realizing way too late that I had penetrated some sort of internal barrier.
The sobs coming out of her freaked me out. Despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than to come, hearing her cry like that killed it all. I pulled out, maybe a little too aggressively, and stared at my cock that was covered in blood.
“What the fuck,” I kept on repeating.
