Freshman (First Time 3)

I could feel a shiver run down my back as the thrill of his words hit me, and suddenly I was nodding as I felt my heart climb into my throat. “I want to see you again too,” I said, nodding my head slowly.

“In Boston,” he growled. “I’ll come see you, or something.”

“I think I’d like that,” I said quietly.

“You should get inside.”

I nodded, biting my lip and giving him one last look. "Thank you, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him quickly before slipping out the door..

“Hang on Christina,” I turned back to see him grinning at me with a kind of hunger out the passenger window, my panties in his hand.

"Oh, no, I told you to keep those, Mr. Weaver" I blew a kiss at him, feeling a shiver run down my spine. ”Our little secret" I whispered, before turning and heading up my driveway.

*****

Later, after he'd driven away and I'd showered and climbed into bed, I let the full glow of what'd just happened wash over me; I'd just lost my virginity.

I was calling Anna before I even realized it.

“Hey, what’s up?

I froze at the sound of her voice, feeling my face go hot. Suddenly for some strange reason, what I’d done felt like some sort of betrayal, even if I didn’t quite know why. I guess pat of it was that we’d done so much together as a unit over the years, and had so many “firsts” together, that me going ahead and doing this just felt like I’d left her behind.

Like I’d abandoned her.

I took a deep breath and frowned. “Oh, nothing, just wanted to see what train we wanted to take in the morning.”

Later, I thought, as I slid into the covers. I’d tell her later.

Chapter 10

Tyler

Holy shit.

The reality of what’d just happened didn’t even really hit me until I closed the back door to my house behind me.

Christ, I just took Christina Ames’s virginity in my car.

I could feel the blood still pounding in my ears as I lurched across the kitchen to the liquor cabinet, slamming a glass on the counter and filling it three-fingers deep. I slugged the whiskey back, the fire of it searing down my chest as I quickly refiled the glass.

I took a breath, holding the glass at my lips and staring into it. Yeah, that’d just happened. This wasn’t some fucking amazing dream, I’d really just felt my barely legal neighbor’s mouth on my cock before I’d sunk it balls deep inside her.

I’d been her first.

I finally let the grin I’d been holding back spread across my face as I shook my head and took a slow sip of the Irish in my glass. I felt like a teenager again, coming back from his first time getting laid. I felt like I was walking on air, or like I’d been giving a shot of something to get me lifted. I mean, there’d been a lot of women over the years, but I literally couldn’t remember feeling the way I was feeling there in that kitchen after any other girl.

And the thing is, I was still hard. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling like my head was going to fly off from all the wild shit going through my head, but I was still rock fucking hard for her. I wanted more. I wanted her on my cock right there, moaning into my ear again, her honey running down my balls and her soft supple body rocking against mine.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. I mean what was I going to do, head back over there? “Oh, hey Bob and Helen, it’s your pal Tyler from down the street. I was just coming over to go head upstairs and fuck your daughter’s sweet sweet college pussy again!”

Right.

I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the panties she’d given me, feeling the blood pound in my veins as I held this forbidden token of what had just happened. Jesus, I wanted to put these on display. I wanted the world to know that she was mine; that I’d claimed her.

She was perfect. Utter Goddamn perfection. And it wasn’t just the rush of taking her for the first time, or of knowing I was her first like that. It wasn’t just that she was so fucking young or that the forbidden taboo of our age differences got me hard like I’d never been.

It was that she made me feel alive. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling more alive than I’d been in, well, a long damn time.