Page 62 of Just for Fun
I blink once, twice, completely mesmerized by the picture she makes in front of me. She stands proudly in only her bra and underwear, a perfect matching set that’s got to be the plainest I have ever seen. It makes me want her so much more.
Unable to wait any longer, my arm wraps around her waist, and I am just about to throw her on the bed behind me before I climb on top of her, when she stops me.
“You’re not getting naked?”
She sounds very concerned at the prospect. Since I don’t want her to get out of this head space and think of things that might convince her to leave here before we do the deed, I guide her back only enough for me to undo my jeans. Without any ceremony, I push them down my hips and past my knees, before removing my shoes and taking the jeans off altogether. My socks follow in quick succession.
Zara stares down, and I can only hope that the look on her face is of extreme excitement as opposed to fear. But I’m not gonna lie, she does look a little scared.
I should ask her if this is still okay. But I’m worried about what she might tell me, so I bend down and kiss her. We can’t stop now. I need her.
NINETEEN
Zara
I’ve never undressedin front of a man before. In fact, I haven’t undressed in front of anyone in general since I was very young and needed my mother’s help to get pick out my clothes.
I’ve never had sex either. I don’t know if this is something I need to announce beforehand. Does Kyle need to know that? What difference would it make anyway? Besides, it’s nobody’s business but my own.
Adrenaline kicks in, the rush of it causing me to shake like a leaf. I don’t break eye contact with Kyle when I slide the straps of my bra over my shoulders. That’s when I chicken out, though, courage deserting me in my time of need, and the straps remain hooked on my elbows.
I watch in shock as Kyle leans forward, pressing open mouthed kisses against my chest, starting with the sensitive skin underneath my chin. I jump when he sinks his teeth into it, then sucks on it, licking at what I’m sure to be his teeth marks.
By the time he gets to the tops of my breasts, I don’t know how to process anything that’s happening. My legs want to give out from under me. It would be very embarrassing if I passed out at the feet of the one person who I’m hoping will relieve me of my virginity.
Kyle licks alongside the lacy edge of my bra, focusing on each side like this is what he’s always dreamed of doing.
“That feels good,” I murmur when he tugs at my cups, almost causing for my breasts to spill out.
Without warning, he digs his fingers into the sides of my waist, then picks me up and spins me around until he drops me on the mattress. His sheets feel good against my overheated skin. They are cool and soft, and most importantly, clean.
Just as I am about to think more about the state of Kyle’s house and what a positive experience this is, cool air hits my nipples, causing them to pucker in distress. My bra is now tucked under my breasts. I probably should cover myself, but that would only delay him giving me what I want.
My heart beats a mile a minute when Kyle lifts himself over me, staring into my eyes for the longest time.
“This will be the best night of your life.”
His words hit me right in the heart where they will live forever from now on. I have no doubt that I will never forget him.
I watch in awe as he lowers his head, hovering over my breasts until I have this sudden urge to arch my back off the bed. As if I have no control over my own body, I do just that, and my nipple brushes against his lips.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he groans.
He opens his mouth and pulls my nipple in, pressing it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His teeth sink into the tender flesh, and I jump more out of surprise than because of the pain he’s inflicting.
Sooner than I am ready, he brings his head up, and I squirm in my spot on the bed.
“More,” I beg. “Give me more.”
It’s like the dam has been broken, and now, everything I’ve held inside of me for so long is flooding all my senses, threatening to drown me in their path.
Kyle doesn’t lose any time in giving my other breast the same attention as before. Once again arching my back, I press my breast harder into his mouth, ready to take everything that he has to give me. When that’s not enough, I reach down with both hands, holding his head in place, with my fingers shoved into his hair.
My hips move of their own volition, reaching the point where I am not sure which way is up. There is just too much happening to my body at the same time. All my senses are invaded by this visceral need to explode. That’s the only way I can describe it.
I am so into my own head that I don’t realize when Kyle forces his head out of my grip. My breasts suddenly feel cold and in need of more attention, but he seems to be having other thoughts. My eyes widen in surprise when he licks in between them, then he makes his way down, only stopping to give some attention to my belly button. I had no idea that would be part of the program.
“Next time,” he murmurs against my skin, “I will drink champaign out of it. And then…”
