The day she opened the door wearing that pretty summer dress that accentuated all her womanly curves and told me her parents and August weren’t there, my first instinct was to run like hell. But then she invited me in, and I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t say no to the beer. And when she told me that she was a virgin, my dick twitched despite my attempt to tell it to calm down. Then she asked me to take her v-card, and what else could I do? Oh, I tried to say no, but I wanted her so bad. I wanted to touch those luscious curves. I wanted to feel her tight pussy around my cock. It was wrong, and yet, it also felt so fucking right.
When she touched my dick, I knew then that I’d have her, even though at first, I tried to scare her off. She didn’t want to go to college as a virgin, which I understood, but I was sure she had some fairy tale imagine of sex in her head, so the first thing I did was go down on her pussy. It was a mistake for so many reasons. For one, she tasted delicious. I could have spent hours eating her out. Second, she wasn’t scared or repulsed by it.
“You can do anything to me,” she’d said against my lips. “Anything you want.”
Fuck, just thinking about that now made my dick hard. Back then, as a twenty-one-year-old horny kid, I damn near came right then. She was giving into sensations, giving into me, and so I gave in too.
As the memory of that moment came back to me, I slid my boxer-briefs off and gripped my dick, ready to relive the moment.
I’d moved down her body, my fingers opening her soft wet pussy. “Have you ever had an orgasm, April?”
“Only when touching myself and thinking of you.”
Jesus, fucking hell…she got off thinking of me? I hoped to hell the real thing was better, I thought, as I licked and sucked and thrust inside her pussy with my tongue.
“Oh God, Jude…oh God… Oh God…”
Her pussy juice filled my mouth and all I could think about was needing to be inside her.
I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough. Finally, I was positioned between her legs, my hands shaking as I gripped her hips. “Are you sure about this, April?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck me, Jude. I want you.”
When she said to fuck her, I nearly thrust in, giving into the need clawing under my skin. But then I remembered that she was a virgin. She was trusting me with her body, and to make this good for her.
I swore, and readjusted so that I could take things slow. I made a silent prayer that I’d be able to do this without hurting her.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I probably will.”
“I don’t care. I want to feel you inside me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, and put my dick at her entrance, pushing until my tip was just inside her. She was wet and hot, and I had to bite my lip to keep from plunging inside.
“More.” She gripped my ass, pulling me to her.
“Fuck…you’re tight…” Little blasts of light were firing in my brain, as I pushed in a little bit more, then withdrew and pushed in again, repeating until I hit her barrier. “This may hurt.” I didn’t want to cause her pain, but my dick was about to come out of its skin if I didn’t give in soon.
“I don’t care.”
I withdrew, and then in one forceful thrust, I plunged in.
She gasped, her fingers digging in my ass.
“Are you okay?” I asked barely holding on to the tether of my control.
“Yes. Oh my God, it’s amazing. You’re amazing…”
“We’re not done yet, April.” I hoped to hell she didn’t think that was it. I started to move, slow and methodically at first, but soon, my pace was quick and sharp. Her pussy clenched and convulsed around me, and it was so fucking awesome. She held onto me, and that was amazing too. April wasn’t the first woman I’d had sex with, but something about her was different. I hoped that when this was done, we’d be able to do it all over again, because I knew one time wouldn’t be enough for me.
My balls retracted, and my dick hit its threshold of friction. “Fuck, I’m gonna come…April…come with me…are you close?” I wanted to make her come again. I want to feel her pussy contract on my cock and shoot me off. I plunged in and her body went taut and her pussy clamped down like it was never going to let go.
Holy hell, I thought, as pleasure exploded from my dick outward. Like a tsunami, sensations flooded to every nerve ending in my body.
Now, eight years later, I still used that moment to get me off when I needed to take care of an urge. Now had been no different, as I grabbed a tissue to wipe off the cum on my belly at the memory of my first time with April. It had been the sweetest perfection, except for the moment of panic I had when I realized that I wasn’t wearing a condom. If she got pregnant, I’d have been well and truly fucked. But she’d planned our little tryst, so she must have been prepared.
A part of me wished I’d gotten her pregnant. If I had, I’d have stayed and there would have been nothing August could do about it. That I knew for sure.
Now that I was older, wiser, and didn’t give a shit what August thought, I wondered if maybe April, who was also older and wiser, and me could try again. There had been something between us. Something I hadn’t been able to let go of. It had to be something special, extraordinary. Something worth pursuing.
4
April
I woke the next morning wondering if I’d dreamt seeing Jude last night. After all, even though he broke my heart, I dreamed of him a lot. He was either touching me so lovingly like he had when we’d been together eight years ago, or he was riding in like a white knight and taking me and Maya away from here. Both versions of the dream had me waking up feeling angry and frustrated. Jude and I were over, so there was no reason to have my sexual fantasies still involve him. Second, I didn’t need a knight in shining armor to save me. I needed to save myself. I was smart and capable. Just because I’d let August take over and I was in a funk, didn’t mean I couldn’t steer my own destiny.
“Mama, I’m going to do a science experiment,” Maya said next to me at the kitchen counter as I made her lunch.
“Oh. Are you going to invent something?” I smiled at her, feeling so grateful to have her in my life.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes, so like her father’s, gleamed. “I’m going to find out what mushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, carrots, and banana are like.
I quirked a brow. “Mushed?”
She nodded as she held her hands up, waggling her fingers. Then she took the cast-off ingredients remaining from her lunch preparation; bread crust, carrots, and a bite of banana, and kneaded it all together.
I made a face because it looked gross, and yet, I admired her curiosity and creativity. She definitely veered towards the sciences in her interests, and I made a mental note to find out about STEM programs for kids her age.
“Okay Einstein,” I said, picking up her plate with the sandwich, other carrots and half a banana and putting it on the table. “Wash up and eat up.”
Maya washed her hands, getting distracted by the bubbles floating up from her hands as she used too much soap. Then she jumped down from the stool she’d been on and came to the table.