Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Greta
Oh my god, it burns. Expecting and experiencing it are two different things. Trying to breathe through the pain, not knowing it was going to be this bad, as I’ve done a lot of research about your first time. I feel myself doing a Kegel exercise, almost trying to push him out of my pussy.
“Relax, Greta. Breathe through the pain. Breathe in, then out. That’s it.
” Brandon’s hazel eyes were a distraction until I noticed his muscles flexing from him pushing his cock inside me.
Brandon’s tousled red hair helps me focus on my breathing as he slowly slides in and out of me, letting my body get used to him.
My body finally relaxes, and he leans down to kiss me. He seems to have two types of kisses when he’s with someone: gentle and forceful. When he kisses me with force, I always think that my lips are going to be bruised.
“How are you feeling?” I really like how concerned he is about me.
“I’m okay right now. It burns a little, but that’s going away.”
“Thank you for your honesty with me. Are you ready?” I nod. He drags his cock out of me, then slams into me. The heels of my shoes dig into the bed as the rhythm picks up. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass cheeks.
He moves my hips up so we are now nose to nose. With me in this position, I can feel him getting deeper inside me.
Feeling the pressure building in my stomach makes me nervous because it's either an orgasm or it's pain from my cherry popping. I’m trying not to release until Brandon does, but once he bites down on my nipple, I’m a goner.
I scream as the orgasm rolls through my body.
Brandon stiffens, and with one quick thrust, he comes with a moan of my name on his lips.
Brandon collapses, bearing his full weight on me.
After a few ragged breaths on my neck, I feel soft kisses along my skin before the warmth of his body disappears as he pulls out of me.
We lay here in silence for a few minutes.
He gets off the bed, disposes of the condom, and investigates the trunk for something. He finds a towel and comes over to my side of the bed and cleans me up. I’m so embarrassed that there’s blood on the towel.
“This is normal.” I smile as the doctor comes out to me, who reassures me. He climbs back onto the bed with me. I open my mouth to say something, but quickly close it. Brandon does the same thing.
“Okay, so the awkward silence after sex is true.” I prop myself up on my elbow, watching Brandon’s features from the side. His eyes are closed, a smile on his face, and his jaw flexes.
“It wasn’t awkward. I’m glad it was you who knocked on the door.
You put me at ease and didn’t make fun of me as I had in my head so many times.
” He pulls me into him, so I lay my head on his shoulder.
“Do you think that I could see you again?” What?
Am I hearing this man right? Does he want another fantasy with me?
“I would like that.” We spend about an hour fighting sleep and just cuddling. It’s nice to have someone be gentle and caring. Brandon’s phone rings, and he groans. I tell him to answer it.
“Yeah?” His tone is gruff. I take in this man who just took my virginity, and I silently beg myself not to get attached to him.
I’ve seen my friends form attachments, fixations, and an unhealthy stalker-like mentality towards the guys they lost their virginities to, and I don’t want that to happen to me.
“Okay. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes, run the normal tests, and then call me back with the results. Alright, thanks, Cheri.”
“Everything okay?” I ask him as I sit up with the sheet barely covering myself up.
“Yeah, one of my regular patients is in the emergency room, so I need to go. I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave.” Brandon sits on the bed with his pants on and touches my face. I close my eyes and lean into him. “I want to see you again.”
“I’d like that. If you want to see me back here, just request me. I also bartend at the main bar.”
“Good. I’m going to be back.” He kisses me, and I moan into his lips. “God, I don’t want to leave. I want to bury myself in you again. Thank you for not making fun of me for not being more experienced.”
“I liked that you were just like me. I wasn’t as nervous. Brandon, can I kiss you next time without waiting for you to give me permission?” I smile up at him.
“You can kiss me anytime you want because I plan on kissing you whenever I can.” Brandon kisses my nose. “Oh, next time, I want red.” He winks at me. Brandon grabs the door handle but doesn’t turn it. “Greta, is that your real name or a stage name?”
“Greta is my real name.”
“No secrets, okay?” Brandon looks over his shoulder at me. I agree with it. Brandon stalks over to me and kisses me again. “I don’t want you to forget about me.”
“I doubt I could ever forget you.” Smiling at him, I watch him walk out of the room.
I gather my clothes and put them on quickly.
I walk out of the room and head to the locker room to change into my regular clothes.
As I head home for the night, I can't seem to wipe the smile from my face.
Tonight has been amazing, and he wants me to be his fantasy again.
The next morning, I roll onto my back from my stomach, and the tenderness in my vagina was there again, reminding me I’m not a virgin anymore.
I try to get out of my bed for a nice hot shower to loosen my stiff muscles, but the pain is winning out over staying in bed just a little longer.
I smile as the burning sensation turns into an overwhelming desire for Brandon.
Come back for more…. Will Greta and Brandon meet again? What is Brandon's next fantasy?