Party

I wasn't so sure about the attire I wanted to put on . I wasn't a freshman . I needed a freshman. Wild and adventurous . White and black , I figured ,would do the magic. A floral shirt , matched it with black pants and Air Jordan's . Red, black and white stripe. I felt alive.

Qara and I had only mingled for half an hour or slightly past that. Everything happened so fast. Our eyes locked. Our lips were next. Our hearts racing. The lust. My lips on hers, hers on mine. Whichever came first. A reckless grip on her butt. She loved the touch. She responded with a nasty smile. The night was breezy. We had to excuse ourselves. We needed room. Our heat was more for the breeze.

I had stirred a chat. A perverted one. She was naughty yet innocent. She joined in. I could see it in her eyes. A sweet contrast. She wanted to devour me, Qara! I led her away from the crowd. To some heaven, I called home. Beyond that horizon where eyes would wander. We made out rough. Her beneath was sensitive. In my 'poorly lit cave' I gave her pleasure. I could sense her virginity as I touched her. I saw blood. I wanted it. I was a wolf then. I touched. I turned. Touched and turned. She wanted more. She wanted me to be her first. I wasn't sure I was ready. I pondered over it. Give her a final look. The final thought. A devil was born of her.

" Uuuh " Qara mourned as my borner pierced her hymen

I felt her innocence leap away. Part of it, I inherited. Marked by her blood stains on my sheets. A ritual. Her soft hands gripped my back. I was gentle. I tried to be gentle. I wanted her to recall this night. She was special. In my mind she still is. She grunted me her innocence. She got into my mind. She conquered. The way she closed her eyes, confused! Was it pain or pleasure? Probably both. She wanted and didn't want me to stop at the same time. The pleasure I felt. The lust I had. Gone. Only hers I had. I wanted more of her. To hold and rip her apart for the rest of her dying days.

Qara was midway her first orgasm. Her body in shock. At this unique hour, Lisa called. Damned her. My love for her which had recently flushed ended again. Why would you call right now? After Qara rewarded my gentlemanly hard work with a wash. Still coming to terms with what had happened to her. I watched her as I received Lisa's fifth call. I enjoyed what I saw. Mine. I thought.

" Why aren't you picking up my calls?"

Whatever reply I gave Lisa awakened Qara. She sat up. Starred for some time. Walked to the washrooms strapped in my sheets. I loved her already. Is it too soon to tell her? I hope I didn't think out loud. The night faded with a side hug. She was quick to leave. Dear Qara, my heart bleeds for you.