– Sammy –
Losing Two Virginities
The elevator light dings, and the doors slide open. Sam squeezes my hand firmly, seemingly over his moment of indecision, and tugs me out of the elevator and down the hall at a trot. My dress swishes around my ankles as he counts off room numbers until we hit the right one, then he holds the card in front of the lock until it beeps. Thank god for his rush, because if he did this too slow, my nerves might kill me.
I’m terrified.
I’m exhilarated.
I’m scared this will hurt.
I’m more scared that if Sam and I don’t claim tonight, we might never get it.
As though Sam knows every thought that races through my mind, he drags me into the room, slams the door shut and closes us into the dark. He pushes me against the wall and his hands resume where Mr. Godfrey stopped them.
His mouth drops hungrily to mine and his hands squeeze me in all the nicest ways. The softest stubble that has only recently begun growing tickles my lips, and his long hair drops down and tickles our noses. My hands come up between us and tug at the tie he probably spent hours tying, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his own hands undo my work. His fingers search blindly for a zipper that doesn’t exist, so helping him, I keep my lips fused to his but take a half step back and lower the thick straps from my shoulders.
His eyes snap open, disconnecting his lips from mine, and he pants heavily as his bright blue eyes watch me move.
“I see you every day in a bikini, but I need to watch this,” he pants. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Ricci.”
“You can watch.” I lower my straps until they’re hanging loose, then taking a deep breath for bravery, I drop the fabric so it falls to the floor. I stand in front of him wearing nothing more than skimpy underwear and high heels, and although in any other world, with any other man, I’d feel terribly self-conscious, but not this world, not Sam. In front of him, I feel nothing but empowered and strong and beautiful. To him, I am the only girl in the world.
“Ricci…”
My hand comes up to twirl loose strands of hair as I watch him watch me. He swallows heavily, two, three, four times, then his eyes come back to mine. “I’ll never be able to forget those three freckles on your boob now, Ricci. I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.”
He continues to stare at me. He clenches his fists at his side, and his eyes bounce around my body and face. The longer he stares, the less sure and empowered I feel. “Please touch me, Sam. Please don’t make me stand here any longer.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He rushes forward and kisses me again. “I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful, I forgot how to move.”
“Make love to me.”
He nods and slowly backs me into the room, patiently allowing me to step out of my dress, and holds the majority of my weight so I don’t trip. “You’re so beautiful, Ricci. The most beautiful woman I ever saw. I knew it the moment I saw you.”
“I love you, Sam.” The backs of my knees hit the edge of a large bed, and Sam gently pushes me back until I sit. He drops to his knees instantly, then lifting my long, tanned leg so my heeled foot rests against the front of his shoulder, his hands stroke my sensitive skin, as his lips follow his calloused fingers.
“This is my first time too, Ricci. I think I already came in my shorts twice. I don’t know how this’ll go, but I promise to make it good for you.”
“It’ll be good, Sam. It’s okay.”
“I’m just saying,” he continues to kiss my thigh. “I’ll make sure this is good for you, and I promise to be gentle.”
“What is it you’ve told me a million times?”
His eyes snap up to mine, and the fierceness shines dangerously. “That I love you.”
I smile softly. “That, and that we were made for each other. We’ll be a perfect fit. We’ll be perfect together.”
His eyes scrunch closed and he lets out a low rumbling groan. “I think I just came a third time.”
I giggle softy, but lower my leg and lean forward until our lips meet again. I cup his face and pull him toward me, and once he relents and moves forward, I lie back slowly and bring him over top of me. We both groan when his weight rests on me, then he continues to kiss me and fights his jacket off and tosses it to the floor.
His shaking hands venture up and he lifts his chest from mine, and with a hesitant glance into my eyes, his left hand cups my breast and he lets out a rattling breath. “I’ve wanted to touch these for a loooong time, Ricci.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“‘Cause that would be rude.” His lips drop down onto mine, but he keeps his weight suspended so he can continue to knead my sensitive breast. My hand stretches down between us and we both hiss when I accidentally graze his erection. He buries his face in my hair and starts nibbling at the warm skin behind my ear.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for touching my dick, Ricci. You have my permission to do that any time you want. Ever. That invitation never expires.”
I giggle and begin fighting his zipper. “Okay.”
“I’m not kidding. You need it on a card or something? I could laminate it.”
Sam has a gift for relaxing me, making me giggle in a totally non-giggling moment. “No, I doubt I’ll forget. It’s okay.”
“Just lemme know if you need it. I’ll whip it up right away.”
“I’ll let you know.” My giggling cuts off and we both hiss as my hand finally reaches the bare skin of his penis, and my hand gets squashed between us as his hips press down heavily against me. He lifts again instantly, freeing me, but he jumps away from me quickly, shocking my system at his swift movement.
He stands at the foot of the bed between my legs with his erection pointing right at me. He tugs his pants down and rips his shirt from his body and tosses it to the floor. He kicks his shoes off and they slam against the wall noisily, then dropping to his knees again, he doesn’t give me time to object before he tugs my panties down and starts kissing me right over top of where my heartbeat seems to be centered.
I cry out and squeeze his head between my legs as his tongue comes out daringly. Not only am I a virgin, but I’ve done nothing like this before. The feelings steamrolling through my body are as foreign to me as anything could possibly ever be, but his actions have a pleasant heat washing through my veins and pulsing low in my belly.
My hips buck wildly, but Sam’s strong hands hold me steady as his tongue works a magic I’m sure no man could wield on his first attempt. His large hands stroke my hip bones, and my breasts bounce from my attempts to drag in deep breaths and my bucking movements. Bare minutes after he dropped to his knees, I have the most urgent need to pee rush through my body, and though I try and shuffle away, Sam’s strong hands refuse to relent. I cry out as fire and ice and magic and devastation wash through my body. I don’t know whether I want to laugh or cry, but I do neither as Sam jumps up from his kneel and climbs back on top of me and his naked skin brushes along mine. Tears literally form in the corners of my eyes as my system overloads with sensations, but his soft and fragrant lips press down over mine and wash away everything except him.
“I don’t know how long this will last, Ricci. I don’t even know if I’ll make it all the way inside you before I finish, but I promise to be gentle.”
I nod mutely, so with another quick peck on my lips, his right hand comes down between us and he maneuvers his penis until I feel the tip brush along my opening. I was excited and pleasured and relaxed, but the instant he touches me, my body tenses up with anxiety and my eyes snap to his. I’m terrified. Despite my bravery speech minutes ago, I’m calling my own bluff. Maybe we won’t fit. Maybe we’re not made for each other.
“Hey.” Sam’s hand comes back up to my face, drawing my eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t take your eyes off mine, okay? I wanna see them the whole time.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Ricci.” He nudges inside just a half inch, but instantly the stretch begins and my eyes snap closed. “Hey,” he demands. “Eyes. I told you I love you. What do you say, Ricci?”
My eyes flutter open as he nudges another inch or so. I swallow as the sting begins low and sharp, but I breathe out softly. “I love you too.”
“We were made for each other.” He pushes further inside me. “Made for each other, Ricci. This has to work, because the gods made us at the same time. They made us from the same puzzle. We have to fit.”
“Okay.”
“This is the last bit, okay? I can feel it. I can feel you stopping me. Are you ready?”
I nod nervously, lift my legs up higher and wrap them around his hips. Sam’s eyes snap closed and his breath rushes out. “Hey,” I mimic him. “Eyes.”
His laugh cracks as his eyes come back to mine. “You feel so good, Ricci. I might actually die, and that would be okay.”
“It wouldn’t be okay with me,” I tell him defiantly. I take a deep breath, then another, then nodding nervously, I tell him, “I’m ready.”
His brows pinch together as though this hurts him like it does me, but he pushes forward quickly for the last stretch. I cry out as the sharp sting takes away all the pleasure I’d felt up until that point. Tears well in the corners of my eyes and spill over the side, but Sam’s lips dive down quickly and he kisses them away.
“I’m sorry,” he chants. “I’m so sorry, Ricci.” His hips remain still, but his inaction seems to pain him as much as his action pains me. My body stretches around him, adjusting to the painful intrusion, and my heart throbs in my chest, in love and fear. “I’m so sorry, Sammy,” he says again as my breath catches in my throat, but as he starts to pull back, I grab his ass in my hands and hold him down.
“Don’t pull out now,” I laugh nervously. “We just got past the painful part. Don’t undo it now.”
“I’m so sorry, Ricci.”
“It’s okay.” I remove my hands, then consciously relaxing my tense legs, I nod my head. “Go now.”
“No--”
I nod and squeeze my inside muscles like I never knew I could, and he groans as his face drops into my hair. His hips push forward without his permission, and though it still hurts a little, the sting has gone.
“It’s okay, Sam. You’re not hurting me anymore. Start again.”
He doesn’t lift his head from my neck, he just buries his face in my hair and nibbles on the side of my throat, but his hips pull back, slowly dragging along the ridges inside me, and after a short pause at the end, he starts back in again. He grunts out with pleasure, and I remind myself this is his first time too. I was so focused on myself and my first time, I forgot he was just as new as I am. “Is this okay?”
He lets out a strangled laugh, and as his hips press into mine again, he nods his head. “This might be the single most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.” His face comes back and his gaze meets mine. His hips speed, and a small kindling fire begins to warm inside me. The sting is almost forgotten, and a new sensation washes over me. “I told you, Ricci. I told you we were a perfect fit.”
Experimenting with all brand new experiences and feelings, I tighten my legs around his hips and lift my bottom when Sam meets me with an inward thrust, and we both let out pleasure filled gasps when we slam together at our cores. I nod in agreement. “Perfect fit.”
“Does this feel good, Sammy?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you orgasm again for me? I need to know how to help you.”
“I…” I lift my hips again, and though the fire spreads and warms, I’m not sure if it’s going to be enough. “I dunno.”
His movements quickly become frantic and less coordinated. “I need you to go again. I need to make you feel good.”
“This feels good.” I lift my hips again. Our bodies slam together and he lets out a frustrated grunt. “This feels really good,” I pant out.
“I’m nearly done, Ricci. I need you to--” His hips piston faster and faster, but not even thirty seconds later, his grunting turns to a desperate cry and his hands grow strong and tight. His face falls into my hair and his breath pants and warms my skin. “I’m so sorry.”
Disappointment washes over me momentarily, because I was finally feeling something that could be described as pleasant, but I push it away quickly at the devastation in Sam’s voice.
My hands come up to his face and my fingers thread into his hair. “It’s okay.”
“I finished too soon.”
“It felt good. And I got to finish when you used your mouth.” A new tingling sensation trickles through my blood at the reminder, and I groan when Sam’s penis jumps and swells inside me.
“I’ll make up for it in a minute, I swear.”
“It’s okay.” I scratch his scalp gently, and despite his self-disappointment, he purrs and stretches into me. “I love you, Sam.”
He drops a kiss against my chest, just above my specially mentioned freckles, then he drops his face into my neck again and silently requests more head scratches. “I love you too, Sammy. I love you with my whole heart.”
We lay there for a while, as our breathing grows heavy and our bodies melt against each other, but eventually he lifts his face and his icy gaze comes back to mine. “I’m gonna start early.”
My brows pinch together in question. “Huh?”
“I said I’d wait till you were eighteen to ask, but seeing as it took three years for your last yes, I figure I’ll get started now. Will you marry me, Sammy? We were made to fit. We just proved that. Let me prove to you we can make this last for the rest of our lives.”
“Okay.”
“I swear I won’t ever let you down. I’ll support you and I’ll never hurt you.”
“Okay.”
“As soon as I get the yes, we can make it happen. I’m going to marry you as soon as you --” His eyes snap back to mine in shock, and he swallows heavily. “Huh?”
“I said okay.” My lips pull up to the side at his poor confused face. I laugh as he literally shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. “I’ll marry you, Sam. Who cares if we’re young? We’re in love more than any other couple I’ve ever met. That has to mean something, right?”
He sits up quickly, his penis falling out of me suddenly, and though my face scrunches at the weirdly gross feeling, he cups my jaw firmly and drops a kiss on my lips. “Okay? So… that’s a yes?”
“Yup. Twenty-three days until I turn eighteen. I’ll marry you.”
“Holy shit.” His body slumps with exhaustion. “I was ready for a three-year battle. I’m almost disappointed it was that easy.”
“Do you want me to say no?”
“No!” he shouts on a laugh. “Definitely not, Ricci. Definitely keep that yes! Holy shit… So it’s really happening?”
“Yeah,” I answer softly. “It’s really happening.”
“You wanna make it a big to-do? Tell me what you want. I wanna make it the best first day of your life.”
I think about it for a short moment, but I shake my head. “No. Nothing big. I just want it to be me and you. We’ll tell the guys once it’s done.”
“Just me and you?”
“Yeah. Is that okay? I want to do it before someone gives us the ‘but you’re so young’ look. I want to face people as a united front.”
“Anything you want is okay with me, Ricci. Anything.” He lays down beside me, stretches his naked body out and pulls me over so my head rests on his chest and my leg over his. “I haven’t forgotten your first worries though.”
“Which ones?”
“You want to escape this place. I’ll come with you, I promise. I want you to fly, and I’ll help you. I won’t keep us here. We can fly together, Sammy.”
He drops a soft kiss on the top of my head, and I let out a deep contented sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Sammy. I’ve known it since the day you sat behind me in class.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
He shrugs casually. “It worked out. So where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do when we get there?”
“It’s just that easy, huh? What about your own plans? Your own family?”
“It is that easy. My family will understand, and the guys will probably sleep on our couch a lot. I’ll go to school wherever you go. We’ll make it work, I swear.”
Sam and I lay together until the sun breaks over the horizon the next morning, and we discuss exactly the towns I’ve already circled and noted down. I have a folded and worn map under my mattress at home, but I’ve looked at it so many times, I can recall it in exact detail. I tell him which town I want to live in based on school prestige and availability. I tell him what towns would be the best for work. Then I tell him about the towns that border the coast, because sitting with him on the beach sipping cocktails and squishing my toes in the sand sounds magical.
I tell him my exact plans to work with children, to help children in the foster system find homes. I want to give them a better life than I had; and I don’t mean financially. I mean love and happiness and acceptance. I tell him how I’d even like to have my own kids someday, and how I’d like to foster a few so they can have a nice in-between stop before they find their forever homes.
I fall asleep curled against my teenage fiancé’s strong body on the night we both attended prom, the night we both lost our virginities. But none of that registers in my mind, none of the potential challenges we would eventually face, because he kept telling me he loves me and that that would be enough.
And it was enough.
Love was all we needed.
The rest would come later.