My body wanted what it wanted, and it was ready.
If virginity had to be lost, let it go this way. Make graduation night truly memorable and a story worth telling.
Let it be a story to make Kelly’s hair curl.
Perhaps it was time we removed the rest of our clothes.
The guys were on the same wavelength.
Sam’s hand moved to my bikini bottoms, and he began to tuck his fingers around the top of the waistband. Breaking the kiss, he mumbled, “Can I take these off you?”
Do you need to ask?
Just then, Ryan rolled my sensitive nipples between his fingers, making me whimper. How was I supposed to concentrate on a conversation with Sam when his brother did that?
Sam still waited for an answer, his fingers gripping my bottoms but not moving. His face just inches from mine.
I thought what I wanted was obvious, and I squeaked out a tiny little, “yes.”
Sam sprang up and away from me, only to reposition himself for the perfect view of my crotch as he pulled down my panties. But he didn’t tug them down. Instead, he moved his fingers to stroke over the fabric covering my clit, and he stared at my crotch like it was a beautiful work of art.
Ryan nuzzled my neck and continued to tease my tits, oblivious to his brother’s actions.
Sam didn’t stay sitting up for long. He pushed my legs apart, settled himself between my knees, and bent down to face my crotch. Without removing my panties, he pushed the fabric aside and immediately licked the length of my slit, starting at the entrance and slowly lapping his way up to my clit.
So slowly.
I knew he would get there.
Eventually.
And I held my breath.
When his tongue gently circled my clit, he also did the same movements with one finger around my channel entrance.
It felt amazing. Why had I waited so long to do this with a guy?
How would I ever go back to being an untouched girl after this?
He licked around and over my clit, and I panted like a dog who’d been on an exhausting run. I was done for. Inhibitions completely smashed.
I wanted it all.
There and then, and these were the guys I trusted most in the whole wide world.
They’d keep me safe and make it feel good.
And they wouldn’t shit-talk behind my back afterward.
I was ready to give them everything when Sam raised his head. “Bro, you gotta taste this. Grace tastes divine.”
Damn shit. The guys were going to talk about me. Of course they would. They’d talk about me after I had gone.
“Nice. Sam, she has sensitive nipples, and look how hard they are.”
It took only a couple of sentences to bring me back to earth with a jolt and remind me this wasn’t an ordinary experience.
Sam stared at my chest, his eyes wide, his mouth open. I let my gaze fall over his gorgeous body to his cock.
I didn’t know he’d pushed his trunks down; just a little, they were still around his thighs. And his cock stood rigid, pointing to the ceiling.
“Niiiiice,” Sam whispered. “You should feel how wet she is too.” And I became aware then that although he’d sat up, his hand still rested on my pussy, and a solitary finger teased my entrance.
This wasn’t an ordinary first time.
But who wanted ordinary?
CHAPTER FIVE
SAM BAKER
Grace is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I found it difficult to pull myself back and stop kissing her, but if she hadn’t wanted to go any further, I wouldn’t have pushed things. I’d have been happy to kiss and cuddle her on my bed, and considered that a real win.
But granted the chance to undress her and taste other parts wasn’t going to pass me by.
Once she said yes, I intended to make sure she didn’t regret it. In fact, I wanted to make sure she came back for more.
“Delicious,” I moaned, because I didn’t have a better word for it. I could have stayed down there for hours drinking her sweet juices and coaxing more from her wet pussy.
“You’re so sexy.” The way her body twitched and arched up toward my brother or me, and the moans she made, were like a hand on my cock, making it dance.
It absolutely thrill me to see that Ryan and I had turned her on so much, because she did the same to us.
The biggest thrill of all was having my twin in on this too.
It would have sucked—and not in a good way—for whoever she rejected if she’d only chosen one of us.
I was in love with this girl.
It was a strong thing to say, but we hadn’t just met. I did know her. Really well, after four years. Just not in the physical way.
And while I hadn’t used the L word when talking to Ryan, I was fairly sure he also had strong feelings for Grace.