“Only when touching myself and thinking of you.”
He growled at that, and then his mouth was on me, doing delicious, naughty things to me. His tongue was swirling around my clit and then inside me, thrusting in and out. I was a mess of sensations, writhing as pressure built and built until I didn’t think I could stand it any longer.
“Oh God, Jude…oh God… Oh God…” And then I was there. I flew. I soared. It was amazing.
I was in a haze only vaguely aware that he was shoving his pants down. His dick was long and thick, and amazingly, my pussy tingled to life again.
He gripped my hips, his blue eyes blazing down at me. “Are you sure about this, April?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck me, Jude. I want you.”
For a moment, he looked like he was going to thrust in. But then he swore and leaned over me, putting one hand by my head and his other going to his dick.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I probably will.”
“I don’t care. I want to feel you inside me.” I was tired of waiting. I worried he was going to change his mind.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and put his dick at my entrance, pushing until I could feel the head of him inside me. Oh my God, it was so good.
“More.” I gripped his ass, wanting him to take me. Take my virginity. Take my love.
“Fuck…you’re tight…” He pushed in a little bit more, then withdrew and pushed in again. Each time, he moved deeper inside until he hit my barrier. “This may hurt.” He said roughly.
“I don’t care.”
He withdrew, and then in one forceful thrust, he plunged in. A shockwave tore through me. A pinch of pain was replaced by a sense of wonder at the feel of him inside of me. A part of me. It was even more glorious than I’d imagined.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a labored breath.
“Yes. Oh my God, it’s amazing. You’re amazing…”
“We’re not done yet, April.” He started to move, slow and methodically at first, but soon, his pace was quick and sharp. My pussy clenched and convulsed around him as I made the ascent again. I held on to him, wanting this to last forever. Wanting this to not be the one and only time we did this. Wanting him to love me as I loved him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…April…come with me…are you close?” He plunged in, and my entire body went taut as I hit the pinnacle of pleasure and then spiraled out.
1
Jude – Eight Years Later
I stood looking out of the hotel window over the city of Bismarck, North Dakota. It was familiar and yet also different. When I’d left eight years ago, I had every intention of coming back. Of making a life here. Of having a family here. Of being with April. But, it turns out that saying about best laid plans is true. My plans went awry almost as soon as I left. And so, I hadn’t come back. Not until now.
I looked over the city streets, unable to stop the thoughts of April and whether she was down there. Was she shopping? Working? Was she married? That last thought made my stomach twist. The truth was, I never got over her. No matter how hard I tried. Once it was clear that she and I didn’t have a future, I focused on my life and career, but she was never far from my mind. Especially in dark quiet moments, like now, she’d shimmer into my brain like a mirage.
Fuck, I’d loved her. After eight years away, much of it deployed in the military, I still loved her. Cupid was a fucking sadist. He had to be. Why would he make me fall for my best friend’s sister? A young woman from a good family with means wouldn’t really love someone like me. I’d had nothing to offer her. And while she said she didn’t care about that, I knew that if we ran off, her family wouldn’t have approved. Her brother August would have made sure of that.
I should have recognized that April and I weren’t meant to be from the beginning. I suspect I had, but ignored it when it was clear she had feelings for me. The truth was, I’d wanted her long before she set me up and seduced me one weekend eight years ago.
When I’d first met her, she was just August’s kid sister. Over time, we became friendly and she grew from an annoying kid into a luscious young woman. I remember the first time I lusted after her. Me and August were at the river swimming, and over with a group of girls, I saw a young woman with fantastic curves. I immediately headed over to talk to her. When she turned around, it was April, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. I knew the rules. It was wrong to want her when I was nineteen. It was against the bro code to think of August’s sister as anything but a friend. And yet, that same night she showed up in my dreams, giving me the wet dream of a lifetime.
For the next two years, I’d been successful at not touching her, but that didn’t mean I didn’t fall for her sense of humor and strength, or that I didn’t have many more wet dreams after that first night. I’d been coping with hiding my attraction to her, and then she asked me to take her virginity. I tried to say no, but I couldn’t. For two years I’d denied myself, and I couldn’t any longer.
When I’d finished fucking her that first time, I thought that would be it. But then we talked, and she confessed her feelings and I, strangely as I wasn’t one to spill my emotional guts, admitted that I cared for her too. And so, we embarked on a secret love affair. It was the best few months of my life.
Looking back, I had many sweet feelings about our time together, but also, sadness that I hadn’t seen how doomed our relationship had been. Carrying on in secret, at first, held a certain thrill, but then I didn’t like that we were hiding our feelings because there was something wrong about us loving each other. She agreed, and yet, I was the one who could pull the trigger on coming out with our relationship.
Then there was the thought of having to be away from her while she went to college. Now that she knew about sex, would it be easier to fall for and be with someone else? Someone in her own social status? Someone who was going to college and would likely make something of himself. She deserved all that and wasn’t going to get it from me. I was a poor kid who would be a laborer like my father and his father before him. I had the smarts, but I didn’t have the money or support.