Biker's Virgin

It was as though my body had taken over, my body had been waiting all this time for this to finally happen. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, what sounds were coming out of my mouth—though I was doing my best to be as quiet as I could; I didn’t want Declan to come down the stairs and find us like this. And at the same time, I was aware of Cole, how his breathing intensified, how hard his cock had become in my hand.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Well... I mean because you weren’t feeling good...” I gasped as I felt him slip another finger inside of me.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” he said. “And I mean that.”

We repositioned ourselves on the couch, so I was lying on my back, and he was above me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered himself down, his cock slowly pushing its way into me. It didn’t hurt at all, which surprised me, but only a little. I felt too good right now for any pain to be able to get in the way, and he seemed to fit inside me perfectly, like it was meant to be. I felt nicely stretched around him, and I swiveled my hips a little. He closed his eyes and groaned, then started moving his hips in time with mine, the rhythmic motion of it sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. I clawed at his back and bit down hard on my lip, not wanting to cry out in case Declan woke up.

He started moving faster, and I wrapped my legs more tightly around him, feeling as though he was squeezing all of those good feelings inside of me, compressing them into one little place, deep within me, and then he thrust really hard, in the exact right spot, and it was like there was an explosion, saturating my whole body. I looked up at him right as it happened, and his eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and I felt him pull out of me, felt his come spurting out in a hot puddle right on my stomach. We were both gasping, a light sheen of sweat covering us.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Holy shit.”

My legs felt like jelly, and I let them fall away from him, and he slowly lowered himself on top of me. I held him there, his face right against my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

We lay there together for a while, a residual tingling lingering on my entire body. I wanted nothing more than to be able to stay there with him all night, but I also knew I didn’t want to be there when Declan woke up in the morning.

“I should get going,” I said, finally working up the motivation to disentangle myself from Cole.

“Really?” he said, sounding surprised. “You don’t have to.”

“I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to still be here when Declan wakes up.”

“He’s not going to get up for a while. What time is it?”

“I’m not sure. It’s probably pretty late, though. If I stay much longer, I’m probably going to fall asleep.”

“Doesn’t that sound nice? That sounds nice to me.”

“I don’t want to confuse him.”

Cole sighed. “You’re right,” he said. “Well, then, just know that I’ll be thinking about you. While you’re lying in your bed, I’ll be lying in my own, wishing you were with me.”

We kissed again, a long, lingering one that made my knees feel weak. We said goodnight, and as I walked next door, I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. I’d done it. I was no longer a virgin, and it had been better than I ever could have imagined.

Chapter Eighteen

Cole

That Sunday, when my parents came over, one of the first things my mother asked me about was if I had seen Allie again. W

e were sitting on the deck, watching Declan in the backyard as he dug for rocks with the new pail and shovel set my parents had just brought over for him.

“Errr...” I paused. I hadn’t planned on mentioning anything to my parents about it—at least not just yet—but I also wasn’t interested in hearing more of my mother’s worries about the fact that I was still single. “We have been hanging out. We’re kind of seeing each other, I guess.”

“You are?” she asked, perking up.

“Yes,” I said. “But don’t say anything to Declan about it yet.”

“Of course not. I think that’s wise to take things slowly with him and not introduce him until you’re sure that things are serious.”

I noticed, though, that my father wasn’t looking as thrilled as my mother was. “Now, don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I think she’s a very nice girl. But... you’re seeing each other? She’s Declan’s teacher, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that...kosher?”