His Indecent Lessons 2 (6 page)

“This isn't going to work,” he said, sounding slightly agitated. “Stay still.”

This time, I straightened myself, allowing him to come to me. Our lips met, and electricity raged through me. The sparks were good, but they weren't Damien Reed sparks. Why did I have to think of him at a time like this.
Stop it, Chey. Stop it.

I let Chase lead while I followed. His kiss was a lot rougher than Damien's, infused with lustful passion. While Damien had been reserved, Chase felt recklessly wanton, his tongue working to explore every centimeter of the slick cavern of my mouth. It was a bit overwhelming, but still felt good. Our lips made wet noises as they moved together.

Already, Chase was overpowering me, pushing me down on the sofa. I could feel the thick bulge of his crotch pressing between my legs, and I parted them reflexively, though the sofa beneath us made it a bit difficult. My hand slipped down, moving to grip his member, rubbing it over his pants. It felt absolutely enormous, though I had half expected it. High school girls talked, and word on campus was that Chase was hung like a horse. That didn't seem to be a lie.

“Bed,” he murmured around my mouth, breaking away from the kiss to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom. His bed was unmade, and it looked like the sheets hadn't been changed in a while. I scowled at it, but said nothing, staring at the light switch while Chase pulled off his shirt.

I wondered how mad he would be if I asked if we could turn the lights off. The idea of losing my virginity in his tiny filthy apartment was becoming less and less appealing. At least, if the lights were off, I could pretend I was somewhere clean, like my house, or Damien's classroom. Chase's parents were real neat freaks. I shouldn't be so surprised that he had decided to live like a pig once he broke free of them. Maybe it would be better if I came back later and gave him time to clean, I thought, but before I could open my mouth to voice objection, he was grabbing me by the hips and pulling me on top of him on the bed. Thankfully, the skirt I was wearing wasn't a pencil skirt. Otherwise, it might have ripped.

I could feel his excitement rising between my legs, pressing hard against my skirt and panties. Despite my disgust at the surroundings, my female parts began to moisten. Perhaps it was automatic from having a cock so close to them. Ever since I started lessons with Damien Reed, it had taken a lot less to get me hot and bothered.

My new-found self-confidence spurred me to take control, leaning down to flick my tongue across one of Chase's nipples while I clawed my nails down his stomach. He had a nice swimmers build, with defined abdominal muscles and smooth hairless skin. He groaned as my lips teased his nipple.

By that time, my hand had reached the waistband of his pants, and I quickly worked to unfasten his belt and release the monster within. It was every bit as big as I had anticipated. At least eight inches long, and thick. There was a small crock where it bent slightly to the right, but that didn't make it any less impressive.

Chase was insistently gripping at my blouse. I wanted to have more fun with his tool, but he seemed to have other things in mind. Giving in to his desires, I leaned forward a bit and allowed him to pull off my blouse. He sat up and promptly began to unclasp my bra, undressing me with the eagerness of a man who had been kept waiting for way too long.

“Stand up for a moment,” he told me, and when I did, he wiggled out of his pants, then threw his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my hips to tug down my skirt. It fell effortlessly to the floor, and Chase wasted no time in removing my panties as well.

Soon, we were both naked, and the full awkwardness of the situation was beginning to sink in for me. Was this really what I wanted? I know that I had said all of those things to Chase, and yes, I had meant them, but still. How could I be sure he was the right person to give myself to? In truth, I wasn't, but I couldn't think of a better man.

“Are you alright?” he asked, noticing my sudden change in mood.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I guess I'm just a bit nervous.”

“I won't hurt you.”

“I know you won't. Can we just . . . take things a bit slow?”

“Sure. We can take things as slow as you want,” his voice was soothing.

“Lay back on the bed. I want . . . well, you'll see.”

He smirked, obeying. I crawled up on the bed behind him, stopping at his hips. His massive rod pointed up at me like an arrow, and I sank down, flicking my tongue out at the tip.

Chase groaned, resting his head against the pillow for a moment before he craned it back up to watch me.

I gripped the base of his member, holding it steady while I ran the blade of my tongue up the underside. He tasted like skin and sex and man. Completely intoxicating. I was quickly becoming aware of the fact that I actually enjoyed sucking cock. The look on a man's face when you held his most tender bits inside of your mouth was absolutely exquisite.

With a feline like purr, I pressed my lips around the tip, suckling at it and teasing the groove on the underside with my tongue. The smoothness of his glans was pleasant in my mouth, the velvety softness of his shaft, comfortable in my hand. I stroked slowly as I sucked on him, eliciting a torrent of groans. Chase was very vocal. I liked that.

Soon, I found myself taking him in further, pressing him to the back of my throat. My gag reflex went off instantly, and I blushed as I pulled away. Chase didn't seem to mind though. He simply lay there, his eyes half-closed, as if my mouth was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt on his cock.

I decided to take another try at deep-throating him, lowering my lips more slowly onto his rod and pulling back whenever I could feel the muscles of my throat ready to go into eject mode. It took a bit of trial and error, but I eventually got the hang of it. Chase's hips writhed beneath me as I milked his cock into my mouth, following my strokes with very audible slurping. Every time I reached the tip, I would swirl my tongue up and over his delicious ridges, which seemed to please him very much by the heated sounds he was making.

“Oh my God, Chey, you've got to stop. I'm going to . . .”

I could feel his member twitch in my mouth, and for a moment, I thought he was going to expend his juices, but thankfully, Chase seemed to have more reservation than that. He urged me off his pulsing member, though I was a little disappointed for having to leave it. I had been really enjoying myself, tasting his meaty manhood.

Chase sat up and tangled his fingers into my hair, drawing me to him for a heated kiss. His mouth moved on top of mine desperately, needily, and my own body began to hunger—to hunger for his touch, for the touch of a man who truly wanted me. No one on the face of the planet wanted me more than Chase did.

Soon, I was lying on my back, and he was leaning over me. His hand reached between my legs, his thick fingers parting my lower lips to press my arousal button. My breath hitched as he found it, rubbing dangerous circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Everything disappeared around us, and my doubt melted away. This was the man I wanted inside of me.

He leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation sent warm electric need straight to my clit, which his fingers were currently working like a light switch. The only mode my body was set to was on though. I curled my fingers into his hair, moaning out my pleasure.

“Are you alright?” he breathed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes. Less talking, more sucking.”

He was happy to oblige, moving to my other nipple to give it equal attention. The finger that had been rubbing my clit began traveling downward, and I spread my legs to give it better access. It played around my moist tunnel, gently dipping into my wetness but not pressing too far. My hips writhed in approval, waiting impatiently for his hand to claim me.

The first finger slipped inside, knuckle deep, and I felt my inner walls closing in on it involuntarily, almost as if my body was trying to trap the intruder. Chase groaned, nuzzling my chest lovingly.

“You're definitely still a virgin,” he murmured, as if I needed a reminder.

A second finger joined the first, and I winced a bit, feeling the pressure of being too full. If two fingers stung, I didn't even want to imagine what his cock was going to feel like. Still, I had committed to this, and I wasn't about to back out.

The first few passes Chase's fingers made inside of me were uncomfortable, but the wetness of my cunt offered soothing relief. Soon, his fingers were sliding in and out almost effortlessly, bringing pleasure instead of pain. I groaned, licking my lips, my entire body a mess of sensations. It all felt so incredible, and I could hardly wait for the next step.

“I'm ready,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” Chase asked, scooting up on the bed so that he could kiss me again. His hand left my pussy, and I felt oddly empty.

“Yes. I want you inside of me, but first.” I reached for my phone on the bedside table.

He gave me a queer look. “What are you doing?”

“I want to record this. A girl only loses her virginity once in her lifetime,” I told him as I propped the phone up against the lamp and began setting it up to record video.

“Damn, Chey. I never knew you were so kinky.”

“Well, now you do.” I grinned, thinking about my sessions with Damien Reed. Once I hit the record button, I laid back down, getting comfortable beneath Chase. “I'm ready for you, stud.”

Without another word, he crawled between my legs, spreading them a bit wider. I watched him tower over me, thinking about how incredibly sexy he looked. In that moment, he was no longer Chase my long-time friend. He was Chase my lover, the man I wanted to give myself to—the man who deserved to have me.

His tip pressed against my wet opening, and I felt that very familiar unpleasant stretching. The magic of the moment faded away from the pain of my cunt being spread wider than it could handle. I gasped as he bucked inside of me, filling me to the hilt with his thick member. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking especially concerned.

“It hurts a bit, is all,” I said between breaths, praying my body would adjust quickly.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“I don't know.”

I could feel my cunt pulsing around his tool, as if all of my blood had rushed down below in fear that something traumatic was happening to my nether region. Chase's cock was pretty traumatic, but it was a good kind of trauma. Despite my pain, I was happy, not regretting my decision at all.

“It's fine,” I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was lying or not.

Chase nodded, pulling his hips back. Then he pushed in again, though a lot more slowly this time. The pain was still there, but I did my best to bear it. I had been warned time and time again that my first time would hurt, but I had also been assured it would get better. I just hoped the get better part would happen soon.

I stifled my cries as Chase began thrusting. My cunt throbbed and ached, but eventually, the pain did begin to subside. There was a strange pleasurable sensation as he moved on top of me, the friction of his cock rubbing my inner walls, bringing me to new heights.

His mouth found mine, and I moaned into it, quickly becoming lost in the moment again. Chase was on top of me, fucking me, and I absolutely loved it. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as he picked up speed, causing the friction to build to the point it was almost overwhelming. I felt so full, overstuffed, like his member might destroy me at any moment. Still, my body begged him to continue. A pleasure storm was brewing between my legs, swirling and bubbling and waiting to erupt.

“Don't stop,” I cried out, fearing the ebb that would draw my orgasm away.

Chase didn't stop, and with a few more thrusts of his hips, I was cast overboard into a sea of bliss, my love tunnel squeezing his member as tightly as it could muster after being pounded into submission. It was all it took to send him over the edge. He pulled out of my cunt and shot a thick load onto my stomach, panting for breath and groaning out his pleasure. I watched him with a satisfied look on my face as his abs contracted, and he squeezed the last remaining drops of his orgasm out of his cock.

When we were both done, I leaned over to stop the recording on my cell phone, and Chase crawled off the bed to go get a towel from the bathroom, cleaning his creamy man babies off my stomach like a perfect gentleman. I smiled at him all the while, utterly and totally satisfied with myself and him and the way everything had gone down. It felt so right, like this was what was supposed to happen. Maybe Damien Reed wasn't wrong to turn me away.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Chase offered, looking down at the blood on his cock.

To be honest, I was surprised that I had bled at all. When I was seven years old, I was sure I had torn my hymen during a tragic seesaw incident where this kid decided to jump on the seesaw when I was trying to climb onto it. My cunt ended up bloody and swollen.

Besides, I didn't bleed when I stuck the pen inside me either, so I just assumed I wasn't going to bleed after sex.

We were both messy, but I wanted to get home. The euphoria of the moment was wearing off, and I remembered where I was at, in a dirty bedroom on a filthy bed. All I wanted was to go home and take a shower in my own clean bathroom.

“Maybe some other time, stud,” I told him as I sat up to start getting dressed.

“So.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you feel any different about me?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I think I do. But I still need a few days to mull over everything that's happened. I'll keep in touch.”

“Promise?” his voice sounded desperate, as if he expected to be abandoned again.

“I promise.” I smiled warmly at him before standing to give him a kiss on the cheek and walk myself out.

“When will you call me?”

“Soon,” I told him, and then disappeared out the door.

The entire drive home, I felt stupidly happy. Chase had been perfect. Maybe his apartment sucked, but he had been absolutely kind and gentle and sweet. Everything a real man should be. Damien Reed could take some lessons from him.