The Soldier's Poisoned Heart

“Max!” Tiffany gasps, and then she laughs. She can buy another shirt. The look on his face is serious, lustful, manly. Not the boyish face of the Max she grew up with. No, this is the face of a man who wants to fuck her brains out, and she is more than happy to oblige.

“Do you like it rough?”

Tiffany blushes, but she has no answer for his question. “I-” Shit, I don't want to say I'm a virgin. That'd be weird. “I don't know! I've never tried it before.”

Max growls into her neck and bites hard. She gasps again, her toes curling and her nipples getting hard. “Do you want to find out?”

She only nods in response, her womanhood pulsating heat and desire. Tiffany can't wait for Max to touch her there, to feel her heat and her wetness. She bites her bottom lip and arches her back as Max tears away the rest of her shirt, leaving her topless aside from the tattered fabric draped over her arms.

He moves down, his mouth focusing on her breasts. Delicious globs of flesh, the perfect size for his hands. Her nipples are stiff and sensitive, each lick and nibble sending a shock through Tiffany and making her clitoris twitch. She's never felt it twitch before. It's pleasant, in a way.

His fingers scratch down her sides, leaving raised trails, dark streaks that claim her as his domain. Beautiful, territorial, sexy. Max's hands reach behind her back and pull her chest towards him, allowing him a different angle for suckling on her beautiful pink nipple.

Kissing her collar bone, he moves down again. His hands hold her thick thighs apart, spreading them wide and exposing her hidden flesh. He pushes her leather skirt up and exposes her panties. They are sheer pink and lacy with a damp spot from her desire.

“God damn,” Max groans. “I can't wait to taste you, Tiffany.”

Tiffany is embarrassed by the comment at first, her face flushing dark red. When Max dips his head into her skirt and nibbles at her pussy lips through her panties, though, she stops caring and gives in. His large fingers push aside her thin panties. Max examines her luscious pussy lips, pulling them wide and exposing her stiff clitoris. The way her juices for droplets on what little hair she has down there, and how it drips down to her ass, drives Max wild with desire. Her pubic hair is as black as night, curly and wild, which shouldn't be a surprise for him but somehow is.

Max dips his tongue into her folds, only probing her for now. Tasting her, savoring the experience of being with his best friend. Thoughts of Charlotte are miles away for right now, his mind solely focused on exploring this black goddess below him.

Bringing a finger to her folds, he drags it up and then down on both sides. It teases around her clitoris, never fully touching it. Tiffany gasps, raising her ass to try and trick him into touching her and giving her some release.

Max doesn't give in, enjoying her desire and the torture he's inflicting. A wicked smile crosses his face and he licks her folds again, enjoying her taste. As with his finger, he drags his tongue around the velvet inner skin but never once touches her most pleasurable spot.

“Please,” Tiffany begs, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Please just lick me, please!”

Max watches her face contort with frustration before finally giving her what she wants. His tongue slips over the hood covering her clit, and Tiffany jolts upright with an “OH!”

She tugs at his hair, directing his mouth to apply pressure in certain spots. His tongue darts all around, still teasing her, only sometimes pressing against her clitoris. She moans and whines and grunts, trying to get her pleasure.

Max stops and pulls away, setting a finger at her entrance. He inserts it and Tiffany makes a face.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm- well, I'm a virgin.” Crap. She didn't want to tell him that.

Max pulls away, his eyes wide. “Seriously? You have had a ton of boyfriends!”

Blushing, Tiffany shrugs. “I was waiting for the right time.”

Drunken realization dawns on Max. She was waiting for him. A renewed hunger for her overtakes him. Max pushes himself up and kisses her with passion, his hand cradling her head and pulling her close.

His finger then falls to where it was, and it's inserted again. Slowly, he enters her, not wanting to hurt her. He pumps his finger in and out until the discomfort on her face turns to pleasure, her mouth open wide in an O shape.

“Do you like this?” He asks, eying her for any sort of negative reaction. She nods, holding her breath and letting it out slowly. “Do you want me to... to take your virginity?”

Tiffany thinks for a second. It's what she's wanted most of her life, but she's drunk now. Maybe it's not the best time.

In the end, her drunk lust wins. She nods. “Yes. I want you to be my first.”

Max tries to sweep Tiffany up into his arms, to carry her into his bedroom and make her first time more special than just on the couch in his living room. He puts his arms below her body and heaves her up, but the alcohol in his system causes him to swerve and fall over, nearly cracking his head on a bookshelf.

Tiffany gasps and pushes herself out of his arms before dragging him back to the couch. “What were you thinking?” She asks, surprised and worried.

“I wanted to take you to my bedroom and you know, make it special.”

Tiffany looks at Max with wide eyes, and then she bursts out laughing. “You don't have to carry me around and be romantic for it to be special! You just have to be there!”