Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
But then there was that little extra bit of pressure, then the pop and it giving way. Christ was that her cherry? Did I really just claim this girl’s cherry?
“Yes, Mal, that’s what I said.” Erika looks up at me, her eyes filled with nothing but sincerity. I see nothing to suggest she’s fucking with me right now. No reason to believe I should suspect dishonesty.
“But…why didn’t you say anything before?” I ask. Erika shrugs, the suggestion of a smile on her lips. “This is how you wanted to lose your virginity?”
“I don’t know, actually,” she replies. “I know I didn’t want to lose it to Chris—that asshole I was dating who cheated on me.”
Something akin to a laugh forces its way from my lips, and I nod in complete agreement. “Yes, that seems like a wise choice to me, but—”
“Why—are you upset you took my virginity, Mal?”
“No!” I say quickly, wrapping my tender princess up in my arms. “Absolutely not.”
“Good,” she says. “See, that’s one of the reasons I didn’t tell you. I’d heard some guys don’t want to take girls’ v-cards.”
Again, I have to laugh. I shake my head. “That’s not it. I just wanted to make sure everything was right for you.”
Erika giggles. God, she truly is beautiful. What are the chances, I wonder, of her and me being at the bar on the same night tonight? I feel something inside my chest when I look at her but quickly push it away. No, not that, you stupid son of a bitch.
“Oh, it was great for me,” Erika says with a smile and a laugh. “You really know what you’re doing.”
“Well, thank you,” I reply. Should I be thanking her for that? Not really sure, but it seems like the best thing to say in the moment.
“How old are you, by the way?”
“Twenty-nine.” I smile. I see her eyes light up like I just told her she won the lottery. “That’s a good thing, I guess?”
She nods, the tip of her tongue just peeking out from between her teeth. “Oh, yes.”
“I guess it’s true—girls really do like older guys.”
“Well, I can’t speak for all girls, but this girl does. And older guys like younger girls, I guess?”
“Well, when they look like you?” I smirk, lean in, and plant a kiss on her lips that are nothing short of perfection.
We both let out sighs of loss as I slide out of her and take a big-spoon position beside her on the couch, cradling her cute little head in my arm. I’m still pretty hard and may stay so if I keep scouring her sexy body with my eyes.
“I don’t want to be that guy,” I tell her. “So why don’t you stay the night?”
Erika instantly shakes her head. “I don’t want to be that girl, so hell no. Drive me home right now.”
She hops to her feet, causing her tits to shake magically, and immediately starts getting dressed. I sit up quickly and extend my palms to her.
“Whoa, whoa, you don’t have to do that. It really doesn’t bother me, Erika.” Does she really feel like she has to get out? Like she’d be a huge inconvenience? She just lost her virginity to me, for God’s sake. “I want you to stay–”
Just as she’s hooking her bra, she stops and glances at me. Her eyes smile first, then her cheeks, then finally her lips, exposing her teeth into the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve seen on her yet.
“Gotcha.” She winks, pointing finger guns right at me.
“Oh, you bitch!” I leap from the couch and snatch her into my arms, her giggling, me laughing, as I carry her into the bedroom and slam the door behind us.
7
Erika
Chris would be so fucking jealous if he found out about this.
Those are my first thoughts when I wake up in Mal’s bed, staring up at the off-white ceiling, slightly sweaty, with my pussy sore from last night’s activities.
It wasn’t just my first time that I’m recovering from either. Oh, no. It was the time again after he carried me into the bedroom, again when I woke up horny in the middle of the night sometime and decided to be that-girl and wake him up with a blowjob that turned into more sex, and again sometime when there was a hint of sun coming in through the curtains when we had spooning-sex where he hung onto my boobs the entire time and kissed my neck, making me feel like I was being fucked by a vampire.
Awesome. All of it was awesome.
No. That’s not a strong enough word. Amazing. Fantastic. Incredible. Wonderful. Marvelous. Awe-inspiring. And to hell with anyone who says Mal is too old for me, or he’s preying on me, or I shouldn’t be with him for whatever intellectual reason they can come up with.