Taking a chance, I moved closer to him. “I want you to be my first.”
“Ah hell, April. I’m….ah…that’s really sweet but I can’t.”
“Why? Are you seeing someone already?” I tried to push away the embarrassment and disappointment.
“Well…no. But you’re August’s sister. I couldn’t do that to him.”
I pursed my lips. “First, you’re not doing it to him, you’re doing it to me. Second, if my brother respects and trusts you, then that makes you the perfect candidate, doesn’t it?”
He shifted, tugging at the pant leg of his jeans. I saw a long ridge and realized that his dick was hard. I gasped at the idea of that. He was turned on by me.
“Did you plan this?”
“Yes. I’m not going to college as a virgin. If I do it with some local jerk, he’ll probably talk about it, ruining my reputation. You’d have to go beat him up. Or you could do it, because I know you’d be discrete. I want it to be you.”
“Jesus, April.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“Is it just Auggie that makes you stop? Wouldn’t you want me?”
His blue eyes seemed darker as they looked at me. “Yes.”
“Yes, it’s Auggie or yes you would want me.”
He looked down and uttered, “Fuck.” He let out a breath and lifted his gaze to me. “Yes, to both. You’re beautiful and sexy, so yes, of course, I’d want you. But Aug would want to kick my ass and I’d have to let him because you just don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”
I could undress and hope that his sex urges took over. Or I could try a new angle.
I shook my head and sat back. “I know I’m not like Dina. I’m probably repulsive to you.”
He let out a small growl. Then he took my hand and set it over his zipper. Underneath, he was hard and long, and my pussy clenched at the idea of him shoving it inside me.
“See. I do think you’re sexy, but I can’t betray Aug like that.”
Okay, it was time to try a new tactic. “Could you at least show me what men like to have done to them?” I gently stroked his dick through his jeans.
He groaned and his hips gyrated slightly at my touch. I took a chance and unzipped his jeans, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his boxer briefs.
“April…fuck…we can’t.”
I took his hand, and pressed it on the exposed flesh of my chest and pushed his fingers under the fabric of my dress over my breasts. His fingers brushed over my nipple and it was like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket, electricity zapped through my body.
“I want you, Jude. I want it to be you. I might be a virgin, but I want you so bad. I’m wet for you.” I took his hand from my dress top and, pulling up the shirt of my dress, brought it to my new lacy panties so he could know how much I wanted him.
He closed his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He was fighting with himself. I hoped to God that my side won.
“Teach me what to do, Jude.”
He took his other hand, gripping me around the back of my neck, and pulling me to him. His lips seared mine in a hot kiss that had me groaning. I’d been kissed before, but never like this. Never had I tasted frustration and desperation. It was heady and exciting, and I wanted more.
“You can do anything to me,” I said against his lips. “Anything you want.”
He groaned again, his hands were a flurry of activity as he got my dress and bra off. He tugged me over him until I was straddling his thighs. The friction of his hard cock against my pussy was amazing even though he was still dressed.
His lips wrapped around my nipple, and I cried out as another zap of electricity shot out straight to my pussy. He sucked and I ground my pussy against his dick. So good, I thought. Even just like this, it felt so good.
I reached between us, my hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear until I felt the soft velvety head of his dick. He pushed me back on the couch, and yanked my panties down.
“You want to know what it’s like to fuck?” he asked.
“I want to know what you like. What it’s like to fuck you.” I gasped at the wild intensity in his eyes.
His finger stroked through my pussy lips and my hips arched up to his touch, wanting more. “I’m gonna eat you out, April. What do you think of that?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
I think he wanted me to say no, but I meant it when I said I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me.
He moved down my body, his fingers opening me at my center. “Have you ever had an orgasm, April?”
“Only when touching myself and thinking of you.”
He growled at that, and then his mouth was on me, doing delicious, naughty things to me. His tongue was swirling around my clit and then inside me, thrusting in and out. I was a mess of sensations, writhing as pressure built and built until I didn’t think I could stand it any longer.
“Oh God, Jude…oh God… Oh God…” And then I was there. I flew. I soared. It was amazing.
I was in a haze only vaguely aware that he was shoving his pants down. His dick was long and thick, and amazingly, my pussy tingled to life again.
He gripped my hips, his blue eyes blazing down at me. “Are you sure about this, April?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck me, Jude. I want you.”
For a moment, he looked like he was going to thrust in. But then he swore and leaned over me, putting one hand by my head and his other going to his dick.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I probably will.”
“I don’t care. I want to feel you inside me.” I was tired of waiting. I worried he was going to change his mind.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and put his dick at my entrance, pushing until I could feel the head of him inside me. Oh my God, it was so good.
“More.” I gripped his ass, wanting him to take me. Take my virginity. Take my love.
“Fuck…you’re tight…” He pushed in a little bit more, then withdrew and pushed in again. Each time, he moved deeper inside until he hit my barrier. “This may hurt.” He said roughly.
“I don’t care.”
He withdrew, and then in one forceful thrust, he plunged in. A shockwave tore through me. A pinch of pain was replaced by a sense of wonder at the feel of him inside of me. A part of me. It was even more glorious than I’d imagined.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a labored breath.
“Yes. Oh my God, it’s amazing. You’re amazing…”
“We’re not done yet, April.” He started to move, slow and methodically at first, but soon, his pace was quick and sharp. My pussy clenched and convulsed around him as I made the ascent again. I held on to him, wanting this to last forever. Wanting this to not be the one and only time we did this. Wanting him to love me as I loved him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…April…come with me…are you close?” He plunged in, and my entire body went taut as I hit the pinnacle of pleasure and then spiraled out.
1
Jude – Eight Years Later
I stood looking out of the hotel window over the city of Bismarck, North Dakota. It was familiar and yet also different. When I’d left eight years ago, I had every intention of coming back. Of making a life here. Of having a family here. Of being with April. But, it turns out that saying about best laid plans is true. My plans went awry almost as soon as I left. And so, I hadn’t come back. Not until now.