I wanted to be near him, to know more about him for some strange reason. But most of all, I was curious about why he wanted me to come up to his room. I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind. Would he just try to kiss me? Would he try and get me into bed to go all the way? I had no idea.
But I wanted to find out.
I was sick and tired of doing what everyone expected. I was so boring all the time! Right now I was going off plan, and doing something no one who knew me would ever expect me to do. I felt nice and loose from the beers we'd shared. I'd skipped the roasted potatoes I usually got with my plate of greens. Maybe that was part of the reason I felt so good.
Okay, maybe I was a little bit tipsy...
Dad would pitch a fit if he knew I'd had beer. He would pitch an even bigger fit if he knew where I was or what I was contemplating right now...
"It's this way."
I giggled at the authoritative way Kyle showed me to his room. I had just shown him the way a few hours ago. I realized I felt like I'd known him a lot longer.
That made me feel better.
For a minute I'd felt like a real tramp.
I barely knew the guy. I decided I wouldn't let things get too far. I'd just go upstairs and we would see what unfolded... he flipped the light on to reveal his luggage and an unmade bed. The room was empty and sterile looking.
Not so surprising since he'd just dropped his bag off a few hours ago.
"I've really done a lot with the place as you can see."
I giggled again, instantly forgetting what I was thinking about. Kyle was being so nice... I felt so nice... He smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me.
His big warm hands on my shoulders were reassuring as he pulled me towards him. His lips were warm and soft. His body was giving off waves of heat.
I barely noticed it when he shut and locked the door behind me.
I don't know what it was exactly but it felt right.
He felt right.
So when he guided me down onto the bed, I didn't protest. He leaned over me, kissing me again. His tongue felt so good as it dove into my mouth. His hands roamed freely, touching my hip, my side, easing up onto my breast.
I let out a little gasp and he stopped, murmuring against my lips.
"Is that okay?"
"Ohhhh... yes, it's okay."
He moaned a bit as he started kissing me again, the sexy sound of his deep voice giving me a thrill. He was more aggressive now, stroking my breasts through my camisole. I arched my back, almost purring with pleasure as his fingers toyed with my hard nipples.
Kyle was very, very good with his hands.
"Hmmmm Princess, you feel so good."
I let my hands explore his muscular arms and slid around to his back. He was so hot, so warm, so... erect. I felt a moment of worry about the size of the thing but his hands felt so good that I stopped thinking and melted against him again.
He moved my legs apart and pressed his hips inside them. He was so large, so much bigger than me. But it felt wonderful.
I wanted to be closer to him.
I wanted more.
He pushed my camisole up and lowered his head to my breasts. I hadn't been wearing a bra because it had a built in support shelf. But now I felt superstitious... like I'd known... I'd been ready for this.
For him.
I whimpered as his tongue danced against one nipple and then the other. My hands were in his soft hair as he worked me over, switching back and forth as if he could not get enough of me. He sucked one into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it rapidly.
"So sweet..."
With a growl he sat up and tore his shirt off. Then he was back, his bare chest pressing against mine. Heat and pleasure tore through my body, leaving me delirious with hunger and need.
"Please..."
I had no idea what I was asking for. Thankfully, Kyle did. He sat up with a growl and reached for my sandals. My feet were bare in seconds. He growled again as he reached for my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them down swiftly.
The cool air hit my skin, chilling me. But just for a moment. Because he was pulling his jeans off too. Then he was on top of me.
We both moaned as our bodies collided. Soft and hard. Hot and cool. Skin on skin.
I felt his cock against my belly. It was bare and so big. It felt like hot silk against me. I didn't think about what that might mean though. Not yet.
"Belinda... I can't wait."
I sighed as his hand slid into my panties. I felt him manipulating my folds. No one had touched me there before. I'd done it myself, but it never felt like this.
He was panting with exertion as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I shivered, wondering if he was going to make me finish that way. If I should try to be quiet when I came. If I should be embarrassed by how close I was already.
"You're so wet... so tight... please Princess, can I?"
He wanted to have sex. I knew that. All boys wanted that. It was nature. And as my father liked to say, you can't fight nature.
I thought of all the dates I'd had to turn down over the years. All the times I'd skipped parties. All the fun I'd missed.
I slid my arms around his neck and nodded.
"Yes."
Chapter Three Kyle
I was in heaven. And hell. She'd said yes. I'd won the fucking lottery. And now I was having a hard time getting inside her.