Something is building in my stomach, growing and burning like a star, and Christopher begins to pound me in earnest.
“I think— ” I say between chattering teeth, as my legs begin to shake and the warmth intensifies. “I think I’m going to--”
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I drown in it. Christopher bites my bottom lip, and as he roars, head flung back, I realize that he’s coming too, with me and in me. I wrap my arms as tightly around him as I can, clinging to him as we tremble together.
“That was…” I croak, my eyes still closed in bliss, and Christopher interrupts me by pressing his lips to mine. He tucks a curl behind my ear, and I snuggle even more into his warmth.
My first time with this man was everything I could have ever dreamed of, and more.Hours later, after Christopher has left, I stare at myself in my full-length mirror.
I barely recognize myself. Who is this girl with the swollen lips and the sparkle in her dark eyes? Scattered across my body are marks from where Christopher gripped me, pulled me closer to him. I suddenly have a new appreciation for my every curve: if Christopher is so fond of them, then I can love them, too.
I sprawl out on my bed, inhaling the scent of Chris’s spicy cologne on my sheets and pillows. If it weren’t for these reminders of his presence, I would think that it was all a dream, just like the many dreams I’ve entertained before. But it was no dream--it was gloriously, intensely real.
Am I different, now? I wonder. Now that my virginity has been taken? Maybe, but not in a bad way. I feel more confident and sultry. Chris worshipped every inch of me with his hands and tongue. Any time I begin to feel unsure about what happened--about having sex with my dad’s best friend--I remember the pleasure I felt, and am comforted. How could anything that felt so good be bad?
I suddenly realize, with a jolt, that we didn’t use protection. Everything happened so quickly that we got lost in the moment. But it’s ok. It was only once, and I don’t have a single regret.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of Christopher’s eyes.5Bailey“Girl, what happened to you?” Kara gasps as I strut to my locker. “You look incredible!”
I open my locker door and catch a glimpse of myself in my mirror, smirking at my reflection. I may be wearing a little more makeup than usual today, enhancing my eyes and the pout of my lips. I’m also wearing tight jeans that show off the curve of my ass, and a low-cut top that reveals the swell of my breasts. I usually dress much more conservatively at school because I’m not much of a show-off. But today, after my evening with Christopher, I feel like a new woman.
Besides, I may or may not be plotting to visit him after school today. Looking anything but my best is not an option.
Leaning against the lockers, Kara lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, Bailey,” she says appreciatively, as I playfully swat at her with one of my books. “Donnie must have give it to you good.”
It takes every ounce of tact I have not to snort at that assumption. Instead, I say, “Not quite…”
“Not quite?” Kara repeats incredulously, her lipglossed mouth falling open in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I carefully turn away from her to hide my sudden smile. I tell my best friend everything, and there have never been any secrets between us. But for some reason, I want to keep my night with Christopher to myself. It’s not that I think Kara would judge me; she’s had plenty of wild sexual escapades herself, although none, I don’t think, with her dad’s best friend. I just want to savor the delicious memory of Christopher’s touch, and keep it just for me.
“I just felt like looking my best today, that’s all,” I respond airily.
Kara quirks a brow and opens her mouth to reply when I spot Donnie at the end of the hall.
“Don’t say anything, but Donnie’s heading this way,” I say, seizing my best friend’s arm.
“Don’t say anything? Why?”
“Last night got kind of… awkward,” I say, choosing my words as carefully as possible. ‘Awkward’ certainly isn’t stretching the truth.
As Donnie approaches, I consider attempting to hide behind my locker door but then realize with a wash of calm that I don’t care about his reaction. Last night only solidified my apathy towards him. He’s a nice enough guy, I guess, but at this point, I don’t care if we continue dating.
There’s only one man on my mind now.
I decide to be brave and stand with my hand on my hip, aiming my sweetest smile at Donnie, for appearance’s sake. I watch as his gaze flickers my way before immediately returning to look straight ahead. Kara, to her credit, keeps her mouth shut, but she squeezes my hand so tightly that I worry she’s cutting off my circulation. We both watch silently as Donnie continues down the hallway without acknowledging us, turns the corner, and is gone.