Firefighter's Virgin

But first.

I slid my hand between her legs, felt her open up, felt how wet she was. She nuzzled my neck with her lips, her hands running across my pecs, across my abdomen. No need to pre-wet anything; I gently slipped my finger into her, felt my dick get harder. She rocked her pelvis slowly, the nuzzling on my neck becoming more intense as I slowly started to move my finger inside of her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and felt her whole body tense against me, her breathing shallow and rapid.

“Oh my god,” she groaned.

Had she even gotten this far with that emo boyfriend of hers? Probably not. I could tell by the way her pussy muscles were contracting against my finger that she was actually close to coming, and that all I needed to do was rub that clit a little more, swirl my finger around inside of her and I’d have her really writhing, but I stopped, and pulled my hand back, reaching for my jeans.

If she was going to come, I wanted it to be while I was fucking her.

“Wait, why did you stop?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes flying open.

I pulled the condom wrapper out of my wallet, tore it open, slid it down over me. No fucking way was I taking any more chances like I did with Annie, even though I knew just how fantastic it would feel to do Daisy bareback right now.

“Shift over a little,” I said. “So you’re on your back. Yeah, just like that.”

She spread her legs, and I positioned myself between them, my knees on either side of her, holding the rest of my weight up with my forearms. With the condom on, it was harder to feel where she was, but after a couple tries, the head of my cock was right there, gently pushing into her.

“Just relax,” I murmured, feeling her tense up again, but not because she was turned on. She was letting the thoughts tumble in, I knew, letting herself forget about the physical sensation of it all, her focus going to the fact that this was it, she was about to lose her virginity. She probably thought it was going to hurt. Maybe it would; but I would try to make it so it didn’t.

“There you go,” I said as she exhaled slowly. I pushed in a little further, then a little more. She was so wet that it was easy to get the head of my cock in, and once that was in, I pushed in the rest of the way. We lay there like that, neither of us moving, for a few seconds. I looked down at her. “You all right?”

She nodded, so I started moving my hips slowly. Her hands went around my back, and her fingernails raked jagged trails up and down. Ah. She was nice and tight; she fit me like a glove. I let my eyes close as she wrapped her legs around me, her back arching slightly, allowing my dick to get even further. A warm buzzing that had started in my balls was radiating outward, up my spine, into my brain, short circuiting everything up there except for the ability to feel sensation. I started to move faster, both of us groaning, her groans turning into shouts, mine into growls. I pressed my face against her neck and squeezed my eyes shut. She let out a scream; her whole body tensed then relaxed, her limbs twitched. A groan rose up in my throat as I came, and it was actually happening a lot sooner than I thought, but she was so hot, and she felt so good, that there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Chapter Sixteen

Daisy

I was no longer a virgin.

In a way, I expected something to have changed about me, something that other people would be able to notice. That I’d look different or something, though of course that was not the case at all. Well, I looked more tired, maybe, since Ian and I had been up most of the night having sex, then spent most of Sunday together, doing the same. My inner thighs were so sore, but in a good way.

When Caroline texted and asked me if I wanted to meet up at Failte after I got out of work, I said yes. Ian had left early because he had a meeting with a manager at a big petrochemical plant, somewhere out near Worcester, who was looking to switch security firms.

When I got to Failte, she was sitting at one of the small tables, with two bottles of IPA.

“I took the liberty of ordering you a drink,” she said.

“Awesome, thank you,” I said as I slid onto the smooth wooden chair. I was trying to contain my grin but not doing a very good job of it. She looked toward the door. “Ian’s not here with you?”

“No, he’s at a meeting. Well, he might be done with it now, but it was out in Central Mass.”

She nodded. “Got it.”

“So,” I said. “What’d you think? Isn’t he great?”

She didn’t say anything right away, but then just shook her head. “Sorry, Daisy,” she said finally. “I just didn’t like him.”

For a second, I thought she was joking. But then she continued. “I really don’t think he should be the one you lose your virginity to.”

I tried to keep my face neutral. I took a sip of my beer. “Really? Why?”

“I just . . . don’t.” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. I’d really thought she’d like him, and the fact that she seemed so against him was quite surprising. “What is it you don’t like about him?” She’d been right there at the table—hadn’t she been able to see that magnetism between us? A complete stranger had—surely she had been able to, too! “And are you being serious right now?” I asked. “I thought you guys really seemed to hit it off. You were laughing at what he said. You were making jokes with him.”

“I was trying to be nice. And what jokes?”

“The joke about the wasabi?” That was the only one I could remember right then, but I knew there had been more.