Chapter ２０

When I attack, I attack with such ferocity that you can hear me scream. David doesn't even flinch. He picks me up and flips our positions so that he is now kneeling between my thighs on the couch. With his palms, he presses up on my legs and guides his cock back into me, holding me open for him to fuck. What you're looking at is exactly what you're hoping to find.

I look straight down to the point of connection. His cock is enormous, and when he slashes into me, my orgasm drenches him as well. I can't help but exclaim, "Yes." “More.”

"You're so goddamn greedy. These requirements are so stringent. Do you really want to know if you're a virgin or not, birthday girl? For the simple reason that you accept this cock like you've done it before. He starts walking even faster, and he's almost slamming into me. We must "just" "go deeper." I swear to God, I can feel David's breath in the back of my throat as he charges forward.

I have returned. There's no scream to be heard this time. I make a choked sound and my body clenches so hard my brain shorts out. He curses and pulls out, jacking his cock in rough, furious movements. On the second stroke, he orgasms, his come lashing my lower stomach and pussy. David gives one last stroke and then drags his cock down my slit.

I can’t stop shaking. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Holy shit.”

David’s exhale sounds just as shaky as my body. “Yeah.” He meets my gaze. “You okay?”

“Okay?” I blink slowly. It feels like my words are being pulled through taffy. “I don’t think okay is the word. I think I just had an out-of-body experience.”

His expression eases and he shakes his head. “That about sums it up. Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

He leverages himself to his feet, tucks his cock away, and heads in the direction of the bedroom. I lift my head enough to look at myself in the mirror. My body looks as deliciously boneless as I feel, slumped against the couch with my legs spread and David’s come all over my pussy.

Just…wow.

Am I really going to survive five—no, four—more times of this?

More, how the hell is normal sex supposed to measure up to this? He might have been saying all that in the heat of the moment, driven on by the fantasy, but that doesn’t make any of it less true. David might really have just ruined me for other partners.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the couch. It’s too late to worry about it now. If it ends up being the case, then starting tomorrow I’ll just do what I’ve always done.

Pick up all my broken pieces and keep moving.

I don't place a high value on being a virgin. I stopped believing in a higher power after the death of my parents, but I doubt any deity cares whether I've had sex in public or behind closed doors. Those who want to regulate how young women express themselves sexually are the only ones who seem concerned with morality. For my part, I refuse to engage in such drivel.

Right before I turned 20, I experienced sex for the first time. Really pleasant man who took good care of me. If anything, I sensed that he was more anxious than I was. After dating for a few months, we broke up amicably. So, no, I don't think it's true that your first sexual partner will be your lifelong soul mate.

But as I sit here imagining things with David, it seems especially seductive to lean into those preconceptions, to place much more significance on my imagined virginity than I ever did on the actual thing.

David's kiss on my neck is passionate to the point of being nearly painful. If I were to put you in a bed, I would. Should put you to bed, caress you tenderly, and treat you like a virgin."

I can't seem to catch my breath. Is that really the case, though? My tone is too optimistic, but I can't stop myself. A little bell rings within of me; yes. Definitely make it dirtier, please. Take care of me like I'm your little slutty princess. If he had attempted to be careful with me when I was 19, I would have laughed in his face. I was still too inebriated by my newfound independence to be able to handle much of anything, and I was looking for anything or anybody that might help me forget my problems for a while.

That's what I need to do. When I try to avoid it, he thrusts two fingers inside me. To care for you is my responsibility. Slowly, he penetrates me with his fingers, and I've never been more appreciative of a mirror. It's easier for me to understand things when I can see them. I've always been this way. That I can see him touching me like this makes it all the more satisfying when it really happens.

Never in a million years would you catch me fucking in the dark.

Take good care of me, please.

David's finger fucking is deliberate, as he continues going further and deeper into the void. Then he extends his hand again. Can't believe nobody's had this pussy before, he growls. When you're moist and tight, "you feel so fucking amazing."

"You do, too," they say. Gasping, I wriggle at his touch, but he has me held too tightly for me to do anything except go at his speed. Saying, "I want more."

"Must go cautiously. Preparation is the key.

I make an exasperated noise and then reach around to the back of my chair. When David lets go, I'm able to undo his trousers. Nothing just a game. Constant protest is required. However, we are both aware of the truth: we cannot wait to finally have him within me. I unhook his scrotum and hold still. The size difference between you and I is too great. My apprehension isn't completely faked. A little lapse of memory caused me to miss it. Making him fit will need some effort.

As he moves, David takes a bottle from his pocket. While looking at it critically in the low light, I frown. What is that?

“Lube. The answer is yes; it will be useful. He lifts me up little so he can adjust his cock to a more comfortable position.

As I watch, he uses little effort to slather himself with lubrication. You've got some lubricant with you.