The Sophomore (College Years 2)

Slowly, I push in. Inch by inch, stretching her wide. Her eyes open, her pupils blown as she blinks up at me. Her mouth hanging open as I push my way in farther. There’s a hitch in her breath and she stills, making me pause too. Waiting her out.

She exhales, her eyes falling closed, and I go farther. Deeper. It’s excruciating, how slow I have to go. How snug and hot she feels around my cock. I’d fuck her hard and fast if I could, but I restrain myself. I want to make this good for her.

Another slow, gentle thrust, and I’m fully inside of her body. Her belly rises and falls with her deep breaths, brushing against me. I have to be hurting her.

And that fucking kills me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, curling my arm around the top of her head, my fingers in her hair.

She nods, pressing her lips together. Her eyes open as she breathes out, and I swear to God that sends me even deeper, making me moan.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, not wanting to move yet. She’s so hot. Tight. Gripping me like a goddamned vise.

“Stings a little,” she says, shifting beneath me.

I kiss her. Lick at her mouth. Suck on her lower lip as I very slowly start to move. Pulling myself almost all the way out, before I push back in, keeping it nice and slow. Jesus, that feels good.

So damn good.

She moans with every slow thrust, lost in the sensation of my body inside hers. I stay at the same pace, languid. Lazy. Thrusting in and out of her, noting how her body relaxes, making it easier.

Soon I’m moving faster, my orgasm looming, but I remind myself to take my time. I need to make this good for her.

I want to make her come again.

Rising up, I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, brushing against it. She hisses in a breath, her body moving beneath mine so I don’t have to do anything at all. She’s riding my dick, sliding up and down, my fingers toying with her clit, making her increase her pace. Panting, whimpering breaths leave her again and again as I press and twist, fingers circling. Her tits bounce with every movement and I watch, fascinated, afraid I’m going to blow before she does and she suddenly arches her back, her tits thrust into the air, her head hanging back as a choked cry falls from her lips.

And then she’s coming, her inner walls squeezing around my cock again and again, milking me. Sending me headlong into my orgasm within seconds after hers ends. I still above her, my entire body shaking, her name falling from my lips before I collapse on top of her, jolts of sensation skimming all over my body over and over.

Again and again.

Fuck me.

I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.

She runs her hands up and down my back, soothing me as the shaking slowly subsides. I cling to her, my mouth at her temple, her warm, pliant body shifting beneath mine and I realize I have to be crushing her. I start to move away, but she tightens her arms around me, not letting me leave.

“Don’t go,” she whispers. “Not yet.”

I remain where I am, directly on top of her, my cock softening, trying to keep most of my weight from crushing her into the mattress. Those hands of hers are wandering everywhere, making gooseflesh rise.

Making other things start to rise too.

I can’t go there yet. Her body is probably too sore for a repeat performance. She was a virgin for God’s sake.

A virgin.

I’m Ellie’s first. And you never forget your first.

The enormity of that weighs on me, making me realize how serious this moment is for her. She’s been hung up on me for a while. For years. And while I’ve cared about her too, I’d never let myself go there. Too worried I’d fuck it up—fuck her up—and make her hate me forever. Our friendship was too valuable to me.

But look at me now. Wrapped all around her after having the best sexual experience of my life. With my best friend.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, kissing her forehead before I withdraw from her body and make my way over to the connected bathroom. I dispose of the condom in the trash, take a piss, and wash my hands before I make my way back to my bed. Ellie’s slipped under the comforter, her hair a mess, her eyes big as she watches me return.

I stop at the end of the bed, resting my hands on my hips, studying her in return. “You look freaked out.”

“I’m not used to you walking around naked.” She averts her gaze for a moment, waving a hand in my direction.