Dating : Losing My Virginity to the Ex-Con

He’s in the shower. Naked.

And I’m lying on my bed in my panties and cotton camisole, wondering what he looks like right now and what it would feel like to let him touch me. I should’ve said yes, but I’ve never been touched that way before and he just said it out loud like that. I panicked.

The shower shuts off with a familiar squeak, which means he’s probably toweling off and maybe even touching himself.

When the bathroom door opens, I roll off my bed and tiptoe to my door, opening it just a crack to catch a glimpse of him as he walks down the hall in a pair of black boxer briefs, his thickly muscled back covered with a display of ornate tattoos in black ink.

I watch as he shakes out a blanket to lay it on the sofa but when he finishes smoothing it out, he looks up to catch me staring at him. Again.

I duck back into my room and rush to my bed, but I can already hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hall to find me. I sit on the edge, nervous as I struggle to come up with an explanation for staring. I could say I thought I heard something, or that I was just checking to make sure he had what he needed — anything that will make me seem like less of a shy weirdo.

My door creaks open.

“You having dirty thoughts about me in here? I saw that look you gave me.” He smiles as he rests his forearm against the doorframe, giving me a good look at his bare chest and taut abs.

“No.” My cheeks are blazing with embarrassment as I sit on the edge of my bed. “I just thought I heard something.”

“Yeah, you’re too innocent for dirty thoughts. You’re in here thinking about kittens and rainbows, probably.”

“I’m not that innocent,” I say defensively. “I think about sex sometimes.”

“Yeah? Go on. I’m listening.”

This is mortifying. I’m sure it’s obvious to him by now that I’ve been thinking about his offer and don’t know what to say.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I tuck my hair behind my ear as I look up to see him still standing in the doorway.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

I shake my head. “No. Stay.”

“You want something else?”

I’m beet red — I can feel it. I want what he offered but I’m too embarrassed to ask for it. “Yes.”

He shuts the door and walks toward me. “You been thinking about my offer?”

I nod again, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Good. Lay back and let me taste that sweet pussy.”

I’m so relieved he’s not going to make me say it out loud. I’m not repressed or anything, I’m just —

Okay, maybe I’m a little repressed.

I lie back on my bed and look up at the ceiling, swallowing dryly. The bed shifts under his weight and I feel him catch the elastic of my panties and slowly drag them down my hips before pulling them free from my ankles.

“Relax, honey.” He runs his calloused hands up my bare legs, spreading them open to the cool air.

He throws my legs over his muscular shoulders, and when I glance down my body, I see the way he’s looking at me, like my body is the most beautiful thing in the world.

“I’ve been in prison a long time,” he says, lifting his dark eyes. “If I get too excited, you just tell me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

He lowers his head, closing his eyes as he runs a soft tongue along my slit with a swallowed groan. The sensation startles me. It’s more intimate than I expected.

I try to relax, closing my eyes to focus on the sensation as he licks slowly, parting my labia as his tongue dips inside me. My thighs tense.

“You good, baby?”

I nod sharply, strangely thrilled and disoriented. “Yeah. It’s nice. Different.”

“You just relax and let me make you feel real good.” He continues to lick softly and slowly, working his way up to my sensitive clit without ever touching it. He presses his thumb on a spot just above it as my clit throbs. When I start to squirm with the need for more contact, I feel his soft tongue right on my clit as he softly sucks, and it flips a switch that lights up my whole body.

I gasp, arching back as I grip the pillow under my head, stunned by the intensity.

He sucks again, this time trilling his tongue against my clit and my hips buck as I cry out. He lays his forearm across my hips to hold me still as he continues, alternating suction and teasing licks as I writhe, my heartbeat pulsing across the surface of my skin, a tingling pressure building inside me.

It feels so good, I can’t believe I’ve never done this before.

He coaxes me to the edge of release, making me whimper with need, then slows down as I writhe with frustration. Deep inside, there’s a steady throb, like an itch I can’t scratch, a craving for something more.

He lifts his eyes to watch me as he sucks on my clit with a teasing tongue and slowly works a thick finger inside me. My eyes widen at the sensation. It’s invasive and thrilling and I want more.

I rock my hips to take more of his finger as he continues to lick my clit, the sparks inside me building fast and hard.

“That feels so good,” I whimper, my hips twisting with the itchy need for release. “More.”

He releases my clit, breaking contact. “You want my dick inside you, baby?”

My heart races at the thought. He’s my dad’s friend. What we’re doing is so wrong, but I want it so much, it feels like I’m going to die if I don’t have it.

When I nod, he climbs up my body, covering me with his bulk and pinning me under his weight. He frees his cock and I feel it bump against my pussy, thick and hard and hot. He rubs the tip against my slit, slicking it with my wetness, and pushes with a soft grunt.

I gasp at the pressure as he eases the tip inside me.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. “You a virgin, honey?”

When I nod, he groans as he dips his head to kiss me, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he rocks the tip of his cock inside me. He breaks the kiss and draws back to look me in the eye.

“This might hurt a little but I’m gonna be real gentle, okay?”

I nod eagerly, somehow trusting he’ll take care of me.

He pushes, shocking me with a spark of pain, but when I whimper, he begins to stroke my clit with his fingertips, distracting me from the sharp sensation with another flush of pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to my ear. “How’s that feel?”

“So big,” I rasp, closing my eyes as he draws back and pushes again, this time holding the pressure to sink a little deeper. He grunts softly in my ear, rocking his hips with little pulses to open me up. Gradually, he sinks deeper and deeper, and with a low groan, he pushes the full length inside me, stretching me as he fills me up.

He takes my hand and puts it on my belly as he begins to slowly thrust. “Feel that big cock in you?”

“Oh god,” I whisper, feeling my belly rise and fall with each thrust. “You’re inside me.”

“Feel that fat cock in your tight virgin pussy.” He dips his head to kiss me as he rolls his hips, every stroke feeling thicker and deeper than the last.

The things he says are so dirty and it only makes me hotter. I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck as he begins to pump. I can’t believe my dad’s friend has his bare cock inside me.

“Don’t tell my dad,” I whisper.

“Never, baby. This is just between you and me.” He picks up his pace. “Play with your clit.”

I reach down to feel his cock moving in and out as he thrusts, his back now slick with sweat and his lips at my neck. I rub my clit and it feels so good, so much better than all the times I’ve touched myself when I was alone.

Pleasure builds in waves. I rub my clit faster and harder as he pounds me, his body massive against mine. I whimper as I get close to coming, pressure building as his pistoning cock trips sparks inside me.

My clit pulses, triggering a release that tears through me. I cling to his shoulders as I cry out, my body shaking with each crashing wave. He hooks his thumbs into the hem of my camisole, pushing it up my body before latching onto my breast, licking and biting my tight nipple.

Still shaking, my body jerking with every thrust, I run my hands over his slick back, feeling the hard knots of muscle as he pounds into me. Faster and faster until he stills, his cock swelling and pulsing as he shoots, filling me with his come.

“Fuck,” he grunts, still rocking inside me. “You’re addictive.”

Slowly, he eases himself out of me, releasing a flood between my legs as he rolls off of me, catching his breath. When I look up at him, he puts his arm around me, pulling me into his body.

“When does your old man get back again?” he rasps, his voice cracking from the exertion.

“Friday.”

He gives me a squeeze, encouraging me to lay my head on his shoulder as I curl up against him. “That’s good, because I’m not done with you.”

I smile to myself as I run my fingers over the swollen folds of my pussy, slick with his come. I feel different now. Less afraid. More powerful.

There’s so much more I want to explore.

(To be continued…)