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this night just got a bit more interesting. i slump against the wall contemplating what got me here. was he really just suggesting we go to his place? would it be a hookup? would i even want to go home with mary? yes. absolutely. would he be ok with my inexperience? probably not. either way, we’re both about to have a reality check.
after a couple of minutes i hear the door open again and slam shut as mary rounds the corner with his guitar slung around his back.
“you ready?” his face looks cleaner than it was before. he must’ve stopped inside by the bathroom and washed off the remaining remnants.
i meet him where he stands. “sure.”
he smiles and takes my hand in his. every time he touches me i feel like my body is about to implode.
we start walking away from the venue and he doesn’t let go of my hand. we walk taking in the night life around us, smelling the faint smell of cigarettes and whiskey around every corner.
when we get to a cross road i start turning towards the last street that leads to my place. he stops me with a tug of the hand and pulls me towards him. i have to brace my hands against his chest to stop our collision and i can feel how warm he is. i can smell a bit of beer on his breath. we’ve both been drinking, which means i shouldn’t make any rash decisions…right?
“so, doll, do i walk you home and be a gentleman, or do you come over to mine?” he looks at me expectantly.
now i’m faced with the real choice. change my life forever with a guy i just met, who is of course a ten and out of my league. or say no to this once in a lifetime opportunity that i would definitely regret not taking. regardless, i have to come clean to him.
“listen mary, i really would like to come over. i’ve just, never done this before.”
it takes him a second to register what i’m trying to tell him. “you’ve never hooked up with a stranger?”
i laugh at his guess, although i’d consider us more than strangers.
“i’ve sorta, never hooked up….ever?”
his eyes bulge for a second. “oh shit. i’m so sorry. you probably think i’m a total ass. i understand if you don’t want a night like this to be your first, you just seemed to like me, and i very much like you.”
he talks so fast i can barely slow his thoughts down “hey, woah woah, slow down. i never said i didn’t want to, i just said i’ve never done it in the past. honestly, i’m surprised you want to hook up with me. and i understand if you don’t, now that you know.” i look at the ground, ready for the rejection that is inevitable.
instead he takes my hand again and rubs a soothing circle around. “do you want to? this is about you not me.” consent. that’s hot. now he’s really making me flustered.
“is it weird to say that i really do? i feel like i’ve known you a long time.” i squeeze his hand.
he’s so easy to just be around. i hardly know him, but i’m trusting him.
“i know what you mean. I saw you earlier tonight. you walked in with Ben and i swore i’d never seen a girl so pretty in that shit hole. then he left you out there and came back stage. i gave him a little shit about it, telling him he shouldn’t leave his date alone in an unfamiliar place. he told me to fuck off, then threw his bottle on the ground, and made sure i knew to never mention it again.” he gestures to the cuts on his head.
this night keeps getting worse. not only did ben trip him, he made sure he fell on that glass, all because he talked about me?? what was bens problem. i look down at the ground in true defeat, tears brimming my eyes.
mary tilts my chin up so my eyes can meet his.
“no tears, okay? what ben does is bens fault. i don’t blame you for any of it.”
“i knew i shouldn’t have come tonight. i manage to make everything get screwed up. i’m so sorry mary.”
“do not say that. if you wouldn’t have come, i wouldn’t have met you. i wouldn’t have met the only girl who was actually interested in my well being.”
my eyes still hold the tears, but i don’t let them fall
“ever since you came up to me and asked me how my head was, rather than if you wanted to fuck, i knew i wanted to take you home with me.”
i giggle at his crudeness . “really? are other girls that shallow?”
he chuckles under his breath while putting his lips to my forehead, “like you wouldn’t believe.” he mutters.
he puts his arm around my shoulders and turns the other way, away from my street. “you ready?”
i nod my head at his dreamy expression. i’ve sealed my fate. without knowing it or not, ben kept his promise and is getting me laid tonight. we walk and talk for a couple of blocks before we stop in front of an older part of town, covered in old buildings with architecture covered in graffiti. we stop in front of a tall building that looks like it once was an old hotel. “i rent out a converted flat in this building. the hotel looks rough on the outside, but she’s sturdy.” he smiles down at me while reaching for his keys.
we get inside and as he’s locking back the door i check out the surroundings. the hallway is dim with no overhead lights and there’s seemingly no one around. i wonder how many people live here. i wonder how many girls he’s brought over. i wonder lots of things while he’s maneuvering us through the long hallway to the elevator. it’s an old rickety thing that still has the manual metal cage. Mary maneuvers it like a pro and before i know it, we’ve reached the sixth floor. he pries open the elevator again and leads me down a new hallway with better lighting, but still dim. we stop at another old door with the number 611 posted on it. he fiddles with the knob and finally gets it open and pulls me in.
it’s even darker inside and for a second i wonder what i’ve gotten myself into. he could be a fucking ax murderer for all i know. as soon as i start overthinking, his soothing touch calms me. he grabs my hand from the back and runs it up my arm giving me chill bumps. he brings his other arm around my back and gently moves me against the wall. “i’m gonna do something i should’ve done a while ago.” it’s still so dark that i can barely see his face and he moves in and captures my lips in his. his lips are soft and supple against mine, gently moving, waiting for my go signal. his arms make a cage around my body, closing me in. even in the unknown space i feel comforted by his presence alone.
he tests the boundaries and slots his tongue against my bottom lip. i accept him instantly and let him taste my mouth. i can feel electric currents flow all over my body, resulting in a pool of desire between my legs. one of his arms wraps around my waist while the other moves to my hair, cradling mg head. i feel that ache that i’ve only ever satisfied myself come front and something in me goes feral. i move my lips with his and explore him myself. he tastes like smoke and blood with a hint of spearmint. i’ve never had anything so addicting.
i grab his shoulders and pull him against me, wanting more. he pulls his lips from mine and takes a deep breath while looking only at my eyes
“hey, no need to rush. i’m planning on taking my time with you.”
he moves in to give me another lingering kiss which i accept eagerly, pulling him in by his belt loops, which drives him a bit crazy. i can feel the affect that had on him by his ferocity; the kiss becomes a frenzy of hands and teeth and tongue.
i may have never been intimate, but being friends with a man whore like Ben let’s me pick up on lots of ‘future ideas’ so to speak.
i feel his hands roam from my waist to my ass, grabbing a handful. i choose that as my sign to rake my fingers through his hair and gently tug at the scalp. he makes a sound from deep in his throat, almost like a growl, before breaking from the kiss.
“jesus, baby. you’re making me crazy” he mutters against my lips as i feel his dick press firmly against his pants, creating a strong outline.
i try to swallow back a whimper but he hears it and gives a devilish smirk. he swats my ass playfully.
“looks like i’m not the only one.” he says it low, as lust fills his eyes. he pulls away from my body, but still keeps me close, tugging me to come with him by the waist.
he pulls me haphazardly through the dark flat, leading into his bedroom where there is surprisingly more light due to a window out looking the city lights and a bedside lamp. it’s very ambient despite the hurried frenzy.
he closes the door and moves us next to the bed. “alright baby, are you ok if we start shedding some layers?”
again consent. hot. i nod vigorously and he starts shrugging off his heavy leather jacket. i start doing the same, but he interrupts “nope. that’s my job doll.”
i watch him take his jacket completely off along with his shirt. he’s thin, but has a lean layer of defined muscle. i run my eyes down his torso and determine he is one of the pretties men i’ve ever seen. he motions with two fingers for me to come closer. i obey and close our distance.
once i’m only inches away, he moves to take off my jacket. once it falls to the floor, he’s able to take in more of my figure.
i’ve never been the fittest girl. i have curves instead of sharp angles. i have a little chin where other women have flat stomachs. i’ve always been pretty comfortable in my own skin, but now knowing that someone else is about to see it puts me on full alarm mode.
Mary can see the bit of panic in my expression, “hey, we can stop whenever you want. i just want to admire you and your beauty, okay?”
is he like this with every woman? i can feel a storm brewing inside me from all his combined flattery. he makes it seem like i’m the only woman on earth.
i nod my head at him and lift my arms up, ready for him to take off my shirt. he obliges and the cooling touch of his fingers skins my arms as he pulls the top over my head, making me shiver. he just stands there and admires my tits for a few seconds.
it’s not like i expected getting laid, but i always try and be prepared for anything, which explains my lacey black bra.
he gulps a brings a hand to my neck and gently traces it down my front to grab and grope my full breasts.
“god damn.” he mutters, bringing his other hand around my back, expertly unclasping my bra and letting it fall the the floor.
i can hardly breath being stripped before him like this. then again, he stripped first.
after a good and proper feel up, he kisses my lips again before moving his hands down my waist to the band of my skirt.
“can i?” he asks, sticking a finger between the band and popping it gently against my skin.
“yes.” i reply without hesitation.
he hooks both thumbs in the waste, then slowly starts pulling down my skirt, going down to his knees before me. he helps me step out of it before slowly crawling his way back up my body, kissing every inch of my legs and stomach while running his hands up the back of my legs and squeezing my ass.
he lays another breathtaking kiss on my lips and i start fiddling with his belt, pulling it through the loops slowly. he rips his lips away from mine and makes quick work of removing his belt and pants at once, which leaves us both now just in our underwear.
i’ve never been this naked in front of a guy, and yet he makes me feel so comfortable. cherished, even. he thinks i’m beautiful. i let that reality sink in as he walks us backwards towards his bed and lays me out on it, so he’s looming over me.
“god, look at you.” he tucks his lip into his teeth admiring my form. i can’t help but blush at his words, feeling a new wave of heat run down my spine. from this angle, i can see his arousal clear as day. it’s definitely bigger than expected.
as he climbs on the bed, he grabs my thighs and runs his palms up and down them as he leans down to kiss me more. it makes me dizzy with all the new sensations, is this what getting drunk on lust feels like?
he moves to my jaw then down my neck, definitely leaving a mark. his hands draw soothing circles on my thighs before slowly moving up and caressing my stomach like it’s his favorite thing.
he lowers his mouth more, closer to my breasts. “is it ok if i suck on your tits doll?? they look fucking amazing.” his hands are bracing the sides of my waist like he’s barely holding back restraint.
i nod expectantly.
“words, doll. use your words.”
“yes” i say in a hushed whisper.
consent. he never stops surprising me. how many times can i say yes to this man? too many. and then more.
his mouth descends on my right nipple, biting ,licking, and teasing it until it’s taught in his mouth; while his hand comes to my left breast and gropes it, giving a good squeeze before pinching my left nipple.
god, the way that he’s touching me is making me elicit small whines and moans. it just feels too good. that pool of desire between my legs is quickly becoming a flood. he switches his mouth between breasts, making sure they’ve both had enough attention and are red with love bites.
“i love it when you make those noises baby. you good if we keep going?”
“yes” i say in an already fucked out voice even though the show has just begun. i’m getting so used to him treating me so well, i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to go back to my life before. will i want to? will i have to?
after getting the ok from me, he moves on from my boobs, giving one a final squeeze and starts making a trail of sloppy kisses down my belly, leading to my most sensitive flesh.
his mouth only seems to be getting hotter, and he keeps saying more lewd things to get me riled up. “i bet you’re fucking soaked underneath these pretty lacey panties baby.”
everytime he calls me a pet name another bolt of electricity flows through me.
“go ahead and find out.” i mutter through my horny frustration.
he gives me a devilish, lust filled smile. “there she is.” he whispers, before finally parting my legs fully and staring at my clothed cunt.
he runs is finger along my entrance, still covered by the lace, and before he opens his mouth to ask i interject - “just take them off.”
my voice is something i’ve never heard come from me. my tone is lower and sultry.
he gives another smile while sliding my underwear down and all the way off my ankles to join his pants on the floor.
“i like it when your bossy.” he winks up at me before diverting his gaze back to my folds. “i’m gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, since you’re apparently so eager. if at anytime you want to stop, just tell me baby”
i nod still feeling the fire, the ache never being satiated. “god,please…” i whimper out.
that’s all it takes for him to dive his face to my bare thighs. he starts with a kiss to my clit which illicits a loud moan from me that i can’t help holding back.
“that’s it baby, be loud for me.” he mumbles against my heat, before he starts licking and sucking my clit. it’s ecstasy. i can’t believe i’ve gone this long without sex. and this is just oral.
minutes slow to hours and he laps and nips at me, sending jolts of pleasure to my core. i’m already feeling an orgasm starting to bubble. i can’t stay still any longer, my hips start thrashing and bucking and he braces an arm across my wide hips and stomach to anchor me to the bed.
“you ready for a finger?”
i can’t help but yelp my “yes!”
he prods his finger slowly at my slit, getting it nice and wet before sinking it all the way in. the world stops for a moment. how can a single finger in this man feel better than two of my own? is he a sex god or something?
“relax baby, if im going to fuck you tonight, you need to be ready for me.”
i didn’t even realize i was clenching around him. i start to relax my muscles and give into the feeling of him. he starts pumping and curling that finger, driving me insane. i’m so close to cumming all over his hands and face. he sees my expression and feels me slowly start tightening around his finger.
“you gonna come for me already baby? come on, i know you can.”
his praise and encouragement sends me barreling towards my end right as he adds his second finger. i cum so hard, i didn’t even know it was possible. i let out breathy moans and couple of small ‘fucks’ as i’m in the throes of it
“yes baby, that’s it. fuck you’re so perfect.” his praise only makes me go crazier.
my body shakes and my eyes snap shut, the only thing i’m left to do is ride it out and wait for the aftershocks to stop. he soothes me all the way through it, letting me ride his fingers as he laps up my juices. it’s the most erotic thing i’ve ever experienced, which isn’t saying much given my track record. but still, my first time is putting other people’s regular sex lives to shame.
i just got brain melting head from a fucking rockstar. sometimes, you really do win in life.
once my legs quit shaking, he pulls his fingers out of me and licks the cum right off, making a loud slurping noise. i’m not sure wether to be disgusted or aroused. or both. i think both is working.
“you did so good baby.“ he runs his hands along my waist, dick still painfully hard. his boner has got to be sore by now. i lean up and take a look down at his prominent bulge.
“you sure i can’t help you out with that? it would only be fair.” i smile up batting my eyelashes and giving him an idea of what i’d look like giving him head.
“and ruin the best part? not my style. plus, i’m a giver baby.” i roll my eyes at his cockiness and he gives a dashing smile.
he lies me back down against the bed, removing his boxers. he’s way bigger than i thought he’d be. even the boxers hid bits of the considerable length and girth of him. god help me if i’m gonna be able to take all of that my first time. he can see me wide eyes and shocked expression which makes him chuckle a little.
“we’re gonna go slow, remember? if it hurts too much we can always stop, okay?”
i nod my head, “okay.” my voice is meek again, all that confidence from earlier thoroughly drained.
he reaches over to his side table and pulls a condom out of his drawer, ripping it open and pulling it on. once he’s back in position between my thighs he leans over me and gives me a small kiss of encouragement.
“you ready?” he makes my heart melt.
“yes..yes, please put it in.”
he kisses my cheek and then looks down. he runs the tip of his cock right against my most sensitive spot, teasing me while getting himself wet. it makes me gasp and squirm.
“jesus baby, you’re still so wet.” he knows what to say to get me hot. “alright, i gotta be inside you or i just might explode.”
i nod my head again giving him assurance that im ready. he steadies the tip at my entrance and slowly pushes through my soaked folds. im not gonna lie, it hurts, probably more than average because of his size. he stops once he’s about an inch in, listening to my breathing, seeing the grimace on my face.
“i know it hurts doll, but the more you relax, the better this will get. i promise.” he gives me another soothing kiss and sinks in another inch. he lets me adjust and then pulls back a bit. his next thrust is still slow, but a bit harder, forcing more inside. i gasp at the stretch and the fullness. i’ve never felt like this before. it’s a stinging pain, but i also feel a surge of pleasure. he grunts and stills himself, still watching me to see how i’m doing.
“can you take more?”
my eyes widen; there’s more? i already have over five inches inside and i already feel so full and stretched.
“i don’t know.” i say in a hushed whiney tone. “how much?”
he puts his hand down to measure, “about this much” he holds up a length of about two inches between his thumb and forefinger.
i blow out a breath and prep for it.
“keep relaxing baby, you’re taking me so well.” his praise keeps me calm. he rubs a thumb against my clit as he pushes in the remaining two inches which thoroughly wrecks me.
i didn’t know i could feel so full. the pain comes in small jolts now, between the surges of pleasure. he waits for me to fully relax and adjust to him before moving.
“you feel so good. so tight. so pretty for me.” he’s such a talker, which i’m immensely enjoying. i didn’t know dirty talk would turn me on so much, but i can feel how much it’s affecting me; making my nipples hard and causing even more wetness to pool.
“you can move now, i’m ready.” he smiles and gives me a long kiss while pulling out almost to the tip, then pushing back home.
the pain has become a dull ache and the pleasure comes the forefront. he hits all the right places to make me moan and squirm beneath him. he keeps pumping in and out, slowly. his lips move to my ears and neck, giving love bites and kisses while he fucks my brains out. i can’t keep the noises in and neither can he.
either he’s just super vocal, or i’m just turning him all the way on. his little grunts and whimpers make me climb to my high faster. he picks up the pace, moving his hands to my hips, helping me grind against him. i’m receptive and start meeting his thrusts.
“fuck baby, yes, that’s it.” he whispers it right is my ear, driving me crazy.
i feel my second orgasm rising and rising slowly at first, but faster as we pick up pace together. he feels me start to tighten around him and my breathing changes pace, turning my breathy moans from soft to loud.
“fuck, i know. you gonna cum again for me doll? fucking do it. i wanna feel it.” his words send me over the edge once again and my eyes screw shut as i’m clamp down on his dick like a vice.
did i say the last orgasm was my strongest? wrong. this wrecks me completely, sending tingles all over by body while i squeeze the life out of him. he fucks me all the way through it telling me how much he loves it and how good i feel. i can barely hear his praise over the rushing in my ears. i feel floaty, like i’ve had an out of body experience.
my body is still shaking as i come back down to earth and realize hard hard i’m grasping his back. surely hard enough to leave nail indents. i release his back from my claws and bring my hands to his face and give him a sweet lingering kiss while he’s still pumping in and out of me. his pace has only increased in speed and he’s starting to get sloppy and rough, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
i’m so over sensitive it’s starting to put me into overdrive. my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure and my toes curl as his thrusts become erratic and his breathing becomes ragged.
“fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.” i say as i feel yet another orgasm approaching.
“that’s it baby. let me ruin you. cum with me baby.” he says, beginning to lose himself and fully start properly fucking me.
our skin slaps with his pace, breathing ragged, bodies hot and flush, sweat coating our skin in a fine layer.
he gently grabs my jaw, pulling my eyes to his, “look at me, wanna see your face when you cum.”
his words send me over the edge of ecstasy, cumming around him again just as he thrusts home once more and empties himself in the condom. he whimpers and groans through it, holding my eyes the whole time. i don’t think anything could ever top this feeling; this energy flowing between us. he kisses me once we both reach our peak, calming down together.
is this what it’s like for everyone? this perfect moment of serenity and satisfaction? i understand why people can’t get enough of this. his body weight against mine is comforting; i run my nails up and down his back soothingly and we breath together.
he tucks his face into my neck. “wow.” i say, voice raspy.
he chuckles and kisses my cheek, “yea, wow. you okay if i pull out now?”
i nod my head yes and he gently pulls out, making me shudder from the over sensitivity. “jesus.”
“you okay?”
“yea, i’m just not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”
he smiles a dashing smile, showing his cutely pointed canines. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”
i smile and give his shoulder a playful push as he rolls over off of me and disposed of the condom. he reaches into his drawer again making me have a small panic attack,
“again?? already??”
that sends him into a proper laughing fit, “no, doll.” he catches his breath, “i think i’d be superman if i could get it up again that quickly after that draining match. you took it all out of me the first time baby.” he pulls on his boxers.
i love how he keeps calling me baby, it makes it feel like this will last longer than just this night; but i’m not a fool.
he was actually just getting a cigarette from his bedside drawer and offers me one. i grab one from the pack and he lights the end of it. before lighting his own. he leans back against his head board and pulls me over to lay my head against his chest. i was expecting a good fuck, but nothing prepared me for cuddling. i sink into his soft flesh, reveling in the smell of smoke and amber that’s coming off him. he lays an ashtray on his stomach.
i realize half way through my smoke that i’m still very much naked and laying in this man’s bed and he probably wants me gone. i lean up, stretching my sore muscles and putting my feet on the other side of his bed.
“hey, where you goin?”
i have to choose my next move carefully. does he want me here? am i being a burden?
“oh…..i thought i’d get dressed and….head out?”
he looks at me like i’ve grown another head “what?? no, get your ass back here. i want you to stay, as long as you feel comfortable.”
how can i possibly disagree to that?? a big smile spreads across my face as i clime back in bed and snuggle up next to him, putting my cigarette out in the tray and giving his peck a kiss.
he kisses my forehead, “plus, the morning sex is the best part.”
i slap his chest playfully and he actually giggles at me. he finishes his cigarette and sets the ash tray to the side. now he starts climbing out of bed but just before i ask him where he’s going he yanks me up with him. he leads us out of the room and around the corner where he flicks on the bathroom light.
that’s when i realize i am still very much naked and standing in this man’s surprisingly clean bathroom.
“oh my god!” i move to cover myself, trying to cover my tits with my arm.
he starts dying laughing at me, “it’s a little late to be modest doll, i just had you cumming on my dick.” his smile is perfectly deviant with a perfect mischievous glint in his eyes.
“yea, well, you get underwear, no fair.”
he puts his hands up in surrender. “alright alright, i’ll go grab yours. while i’m gone, pee. you don’t want to get a uti.”
he’s almost too considerate for a casual hookup.
“ok then, shoo.” i wave him out of the room, still trying to cover my boobs.
he gives a playful smack to my ass. “hey!” he just blows me a kiss and closes the door behind him.
i pee like he told me and try not to think about how i’ll be staying over tonight. which means making the walk of shame tomorrow morning.
he walks back in as i’m washing my hands.
“arms up.”
i do as he says and he pulls an oversized tshirt over my head. its big enough that it hits just below my ass, but it still clings to some of my curves. it’s from some obscure death metal band based on the obvious horror scrawl across my chest.
“there. better?” he says all cheeky.
“yes, much.” i say content.
he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. we just stare at one another in the mirror. i keep getting the feeling that this is more than just a hookup, but not just for me. everything feels so natural and good with him. he so sweet and affectionate with me. is he like this with everyone?
“mary?”
“yea doll?”
when he calls me doll i’m not annoyed by my highschool nickname. it sounds so good on his lips.
“this isn’t just a hookup, is it?”
he chuckles and lays his forehead on my shoulder. for a split second i think i’ve fucked everything up. of course it was just a hookup, why would i think otherwise? we just met. i second guess myself until i feel his lips on my shoulder kissing me gently all the way up to my ear.
“no, baby.if it was just a hookup, i would’ve fucked you in an alley. you’ve always been more than that.”
his words send a new wave of heat flooding through me, which reminds me how sore the area between my legs already is.
“how did you know?”
“i knew because you’re the first person in a long time who walked up and saw me as a person not an object. you saw me as normal, not someone to be praised. not only that, but you were kind enough to care for a complete stranger when you didn’t have to do any of that. it also helps that you’re incredibly sexy.” he says the last part with another wolffish smile and a wink.
i knew he though i was pretty, but he finds me sexy? i mean, he did just fuck me and call me baby until i was a mess for him, but i thought, maybe he was just like that? maybe not? i mean, fucking in an alley sounds hot, but definitely not as intimate as this.
“so….not just a hookup. then…what?”
he turns me to face him now, running his hands up and down my arms.
“i honestly don’t know doll. all i know, is that i want you to stay in my bed and then have breakfast with me tomorrow morning. and then we can talk about it more.” his words make a smile spread across my face.
“okay.”