Chapter Nineteen
The last thing I expected, when I told her how utterly pathetic I was, was for her to say she wants me.
Not only wants me, but wants to be my first. Jesus.
The fact that she even knew my big secret was humiliating as fuck, but her words soothed my mortification just enough that I didn’t run before I made a bigger dick of myself.
She didn’t seem as horrified as I’d expected the first time I told someone how pathetic I was.
“What?”
She smiled, reaching up to press her palm against my cheek, her thumb gently brushing my skin.
“I think this is incredibly sexy, Stag. I think you are incredibly sexy, and I really want to be with you. I think we’d be really good together.”
I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat, because she wasn’t laughing at me, or mocking me.
She was… she was hitting on me. That was over simplifying things, but that’s what it came down to.
I’d spent my teenage years and early twenties trying to hit on women, striking out time and time again, but now she was the one trying to entice me, trying to encourage me, and as much as I was dying of embarrassment, I was also feeling like she’d given me a little of my dignity back.
She was saying she found it attractive. That she found me attractive, and just like she’d acted before, I had no idea what she was seeing in me, but it was something of a relief, to know that she could see something. Whatever the fuck it was.
“Why?”
She giggled, patting my cheek lightly. “I just told you why, Stag. Take a deep breath, and hear me. I want you. Maybe you haven’t done this before, but I know you’ll know what to do.
It’s instinct. It’s about doing the most natural thing in the world.
I trust you, so I guess I’m asking if you trust me too? ”
I nodded immediately, like a fucking bobblehead. What the hell? I was acting like… like a pathetic little virgin, duh. I opened my mouth and she shook her head.
“This isn’t the time for words, Stag. Unless you’re saying no, I want you to just be with me. Feel everything.” She lifted her jumper off and tossed it aside, reaching for the buttons at the top of the long sleeved shirt she wore beneath it. Fuck me, she was stripping off for me.
At last, a woman wanted me to see her naked, and actually knew I was watching.
The women in porn movies assume, but don’t know who’s watching them in real time.
Hell, once I’d even subscribed to one of those stupid things where they strip off and simulate all kinds of things on a camera for you.
Nowhere near as good as this right here, where a woman was in the moment with me.
She was so beautiful, and her confidence was shining out as she lifted off her long sleeved shirt too, revealing her in a bra.
Pale pink, and so innocent looking, but the look in her eyes was anything but.
“Do you want to touch me, Stag?” Fuck yeah. I wanted to touch her all over. I nodded and she grabbed one of my hands, lifting it to her breast, settling it over her warm skin, partially covered by the thin silky cup of the bra.
Holy shit. I’m touching a tit. I’m touching her fucking boob, and she’s letting me.
More than that, she’s the one making me touch it.
I moved my thumb back and forth, and she hissed in a breath as it brushed against the side of her nipple.
She made that sound because of me. Fucking hell. Is this really happening?
“Fuck…” I whispered, brushing her nipple again, my eyes on hers as she shivered at my touch. I made her fucking shiver. I wanted to make her do more things, wriggle, giggle, shudder, moan, sigh, gasp, whimper, scream. All the fucking things.
“Stag, I have two breasts, you know,” Claudia said with a soft giggle as she reached for my other hand, and although it was embarrassing to have to be reminded of that fact, I was already on my way there. A breast in each hand. This is why life fucking exists. Breasts.
I was painfully hard, so fucking horny, and I felt like I’d lose it over something as simple as touching breasts, but here we are.
I’m a twenty-four year old virgin man, who just got to touch tits for the first time, and even more than that, it’s her.
The woman I’ve been obsessing over for weeks. The intensity was really killing me.
The thought of doing more with her, touching more of her, kissing, licking, sucking parts of her, finally sinking deep inside her pussy, finally becoming a real man… yeah, that was about to break me long before we got anywhere near that stuff.
“What’s wrong?” Claudia cupped my face in both hands, as my own fingers stilled against her soft skin. She saw so much because she had to, because the lack of hearing made her focus laser sharp.
“Jesus. This is so fucking embarrassing.” I couldn’t calm my ragged breathing, as my body threatened to rebel, and ruin this momentous fucking experience.
“Tell me.”
“I’m about to fucking come in my pants, and we’re not even both undressed yet. I’m such a fucking pussy.”
Claudia smiled, leaning closer to press her lips against mine, and even that sent my dick jerking in my jeans, twitching against the confines of the unbearable denim crushing it. Fuck, this was the most perfect, and most agonising moment, all at once.
“That’s okay,” she whispered, pulling back to smile at me again. Her cheeks were pinker than before, her pupils dilated, and her breathing was speeding up, even though we’d stopped doing anything.
“It’s not,” I grumbled, as all of her physical responses to me were pushing me ever closer to finishing early, and ending this before it even began.
“I’ll take it as a compliment, Stag. It’s the highest compliment a man could give a woman, to be so overcome by her that he can’t control his reaction.”
Yeah, it sounds really fucking hot. Not. I didn’t want to let her down that way, even if she declared it’d be flattering. It wouldn’t. It’d cut things really fucking short.
I lowered my hands, gutted to no longer be touching the soft mounds of flesh topped with those pert little nipples that loved to be stroked.
“Stag, don’t stop.”
I didn’t want to. “I need a minute, or this’ll be over way too fast.”
Claudia reached one hand behind her, and eased her bra off, and fuck me, now I can see everything. I can see those dark nipples, standing proud on the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. I mean, they’re real. They’re not on a screen while I’ve got my dick in my hand. They’re right here. She is.
Claudia
He was losing his nerve, or losing interest, and I didn’t want that. I was so aroused that I wanted more. I wanted everything, but was I pressuring him? Moving too fast? Was he feeling pushed into this?
“We can stop if you want,” I finally said, reluctantly as hell, because he was so enticing, so sexy and sweet, and it was the last thing I wanted.
“I’m sorry,” Stag said, trying to sign it at the same time, closing his fist and pressing it against his chest, a jagged circular motion. It was almost perfect. A little sloppy as his hand seemed to be unsteady, but I appreciated the gesture.
He lurched up from the bed, anguish painted across his face. He was worried about going off too fast, and I was close myself, wanting some relief, to be touched, to be stroked and caressed, kissed… and I was missing something so simple.
“Is it too nosy to ask if you’ve had blow jobs before?”
Stag’s eyes widened, and he shook his head slowly, but whether it was an answer or his reaction to my question, I couldn’t tell.
“Stag?”
“No, okay? Women don’t fucking like me, I told you this.”
I stood up, following him as he paced, catching his face in my hands again, because when he was like this, I risked missing something he said.
I wished I could hear him, hear his voice, know what he sounded like.
If he moaned or gasped during sex, I wouldn’t hear that either.
It bothered me more than missing any other sounds did, because I wanted to hear them, to know I was giving him pleasure.
“Stag, I want to do that for you. Can… I can get on my knees right here if you-”
“No! I don’t want you on your knees, not for me. I’m not worth that.”
I chewed my cheek as I stared at him, wishing I could say the right thing to make him feel comfortable right now.
“Will you strip off for me? Let me see you?”
His hand cupped the back of his neck as he looked away from me for a moment, and then he nodded. Thank god, he nodded.
“I’ll strip too,” I offered, and then we were shedding clothes, my bottom half only, since I was already topless, and him shedding everything but his boxers.
I couldn’t help smiling at them. They had what looked like dancing goats all over them.
My smile became a giggle, and he looked down, suddenly covering himself.
“Fuck.”
I watched his lips as he spoke. “How fucking embarrassing. I’m not getting any cool points tonight.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and walked him back to the bed.
“On the contrary, you’re doing nothing except making me want you more, and I only go for cool guys.”
He moved up onto the bed, and started wriggling up it, while I kept a cheeky grip on his boxers, so he was helping me ease him out of them. He even tried reaching for them once, but soon gave in and let it happen.
“This is so fucking weird. This can’t be sexy for you.”
I climbed up to straddle his legs, smiling down at him as his eyes drifted from my face to my chest, and then lower, lower, until he was staring at my legs, spread open to accommodate his thighs between them.
His mouth dropped open and a shudder ran through him.
His cock was rigid, practically glowing red with need, and dripping with pre-cum.
I wrapped a hand around it, and his body jerked at my touch.
I’d found myself a sweet untouched man with a lovely thick cock. I couldn’t wait to ride it, but first…
I leaned down and dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock, the silken skin so warm, so needy.
Stag grabbed at my face, his fingers slipping into my hair as he tried to guide my face up.
“What… I won’t last…” He looked so desperate, like it’d take seconds, mere seconds to make him blow, but he didn’t seem to realise that it wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Wouldn’t ruin anything. It’d take the edge off for him, and get us to the next phase.
Me taking his virginity. Oh wow. I never thought of it like that, but I’d be ‘deflowering’ him!
“It’s okay, Stag. I want to taste you. Don’t pull away, just let it happen.”
He blinked rapidly, his fingers tightening in my hair for a moment, before he softened his grip.
“Oh god. This is really happening.”
I lowered my head again, keeping my eyes on him as I took the head of his cock between my lips, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head.
I could see his lips making shapes, but the words were impossible to read, if they were even words at all.
His chest was heaving, his fingers trembling as they cupped my face.
His cock jerked and twitched as I took it deeper, flattening my tongue to glide it down his length.
I wished again that I could hear the sounds he made as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, but I could see all the signs of how it made him feel.
His body was practically shuddering, his fingers tightening in my hair as he grew closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes widening as pleasure overtook him.
He tried tugging my hair harder as he suddenly erupted, his hot salty cum filling my mouth, and coating my throat as I swallowed.