“Did you plan this?”
“Yes. I’m not going to college as a virgin. If I do it with some local jerk, he’ll probably talk about it, ruining my reputation. You’d have to go beat him up. Or you could do it, because I know you’d be discrete. I want it to be you.”
“Jesus, April.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“Is it just Auggie that makes you stop? Wouldn’t you want me?”
His blue eyes seemed darker as they looked at me. “Yes.”
“Yes, it’s Auggie or yes you would want me.”
He looked down and uttered, “Fuck.” He let out a breath and lifted his gaze to me. “Yes, to both. You’re beautiful and sexy, so yes, of course, I’d want you. But Aug would want to kick my ass and I’d have to let him because you just don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”
I could undress and hope that his sex urges took over. Or I could try a new angle.
I shook my head and sat back. “I know I’m not like Dina. I’m probably repulsive to you.”
He let out a small growl. Then he took my hand and set it over his zipper. Underneath, he was hard and long, and my pussy clenched at the idea of him shoving it inside me.
“See. I do think you’re sexy, but I can’t betray Aug like that.”
Okay, it was time to try a new tactic. “Could you at least show me what men like to have done to them?” I gently stroked his dick through his jeans.
He groaned and his hips gyrated slightly at my touch. I took a chance and unzipped his jeans, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his boxer briefs.
“April…fuck…we can’t.”
I took his hand, and pressed it on the exposed flesh of my chest and pushed his fingers under the fabric of my dress over my breasts. His fingers brushed over my nipple and it was like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket, electricity zapped through my body.
“I want you, Jude. I want it to be you. I might be a virgin, but I want you so bad. I’m wet for you.” I took his hand from my dress top and, pulling up the shirt of my dress, brought it to my new lacy panties so he could know how much I wanted him.
He closed his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He was fighting with himself. I hoped to God that my side won.
“Teach me what to do, Jude.”
He took his other hand, gripping me around the back of my neck, and pulling me to him. His lips seared mine in a hot kiss that had me groaning. I’d been kissed before, but never like this. Never had I tasted frustration and desperation. It was heady and exciting, and I wanted more.
“You can do anything to me,” I said against his lips. “Anything you want.”
He groaned again, his hands were a flurry of activity as he got my dress and bra off. He tugged me over him until I was straddling his thighs. The friction of his hard cock against my pussy was amazing even though he was still dressed.
His lips wrapped around my nipple, and I cried out as another zap of electricity shot out straight to my pussy. He sucked and I ground my pussy against his dick. So good, I thought. Even just like this, it felt so good.
I reached between us, my hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear until I felt the soft velvety head of his dick. He pushed me back on the couch, and yanked my panties down.
“You want to know what it’s like to fuck?” he asked.
“I want to know what you like. What it’s like to fuck you.” I gasped at the wild intensity in his eyes.
His finger stroked through my pussy lips and my hips arched up to his touch, wanting more. “I’m gonna eat you out, April. What do you think of that?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
I think he wanted me to say no, but I meant it when I said I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me.
He moved down my body, his fingers opening me at my center. “Have you ever had an orgasm, April?”