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Authors: Alyse Zaftig
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you know what? I'll take you back. But I'll make you beg for me."
"Ew. Go."
She stalked angrily out of my apartment. I put away the risotto. I knew that I couldn't convince Laila to come back now.
I started plotting what I would do tomorrow. I put in a rush order with 1-800-FLOWERS. She wasn't going to know what hit her tomorrow.
23
New Day
Laila
W hen I woke up , my eyes felt horrible. Crying your eyes out all night did that to a person. My eyes were all crusty and gross. No wonder Trouble didn't want to have sex with me. Who would ever want to have sex with this?
Andrea wasn't home, and I didn't think that she'd be in class, either. I was pretty sure she'd effectively moved in with David.
I dragged ass all day, a combination of being sad and sleep deprived from a rough night.
When I got home, there were a few bouquets of roses against my door. They all had cards in them without envelopes.
Forgive, the first one said. Me, said the second one. Call. Me.
I took out my iPhone, and I called Trouble's number.
"Come over."
"Give me a few minutes."
I took all the roses out of the hallway, and I put them in water. God knew what my dorm mates thought. I didn't bother shaving so close today. Either it would happen or it wouldn't. I had more acceptance and openness to whatever happened. I braided my hair back, and I put on a simple pink dress. It made me feel fresh and pretty.
I walked across the street into Trouble's apartment, and his roommates were gone again.
"Did you bribe —?"
This time, Trouble didn't bother with the romance. He kissed me hard at the door, and he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me to his body. His eyes were blazing with desire, and he took off my dress with no finesse at all. I was lucky that he hadn't ripped it. He did rip off my underwear, and he took my bra off in a half second. I knew that he knew what he was doing. He was there, fully clothed, staring at my naked body. A tent pole was growing in his pants.
"You are flawless."
We both watched my nipples firm up. He sucked on them each in turn.
"Take off your clothes," I said softly. I knew what I was here for. He got off the bed and stripped, discarding his Ralph Lauren shirt on the floor like it was so much trash. I wrestled him so that he was under me, and I mated our mouths together, so close. He rolled me back onto my back, and he kissed his way down my body so that he spread fire with his tongue between my thighs. I arched my back and cried out from the fire sprouting in my untouched body. He was relentless when it came to oral sex. He slipped his tongue inside of my wet hole, while his finger stimulated my engorged clit, rubbing in a rhythm that I loved.
I called out when I orgasmed. He got off the bed, and I watched him quickly get out a condom wrapper and sheathe himself.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He spread my thighs as far as they would go, and he slid the tip of his cock against my slit.
I blinked. "There's no way that you're going to fit inside of me. I don't think that could fit inside of anybody."
"You're going to stretch around my cock. I know what I'm doing."
He pushed a little more into me, and I gasped. My eyes closed. He pushed more, and I felt a little pain as he broke past my virginity. I breathed in a little gasp.
"Okay?"
"Um, slow down a little." I closed my eyes. "Okay." I opened my eyes. "Go slow, though."
He thrust into my body in a slow, building rhythm, trying to control it, trying not to hurt me.
I felt it when his control disintegrated into a thousand pieces. He could not hold back any more.
He started taking me like a wild man, going at it completely untamed. Instead of a steady rhythm, he broke into an arrhythmic pounding that took my breath away. That was okay. Having spectacular sex was more important than being able to breathe any day of the week.
He flooded the condom with his hot come. I panted and arched up as the feeling of his orgasm inside of me pushed me over the
"Ew. Go."
She stalked angrily out of my apartment. I put away the risotto. I knew that I couldn't convince Laila to come back now.
I started plotting what I would do tomorrow. I put in a rush order with 1-800-FLOWERS. She wasn't going to know what hit her tomorrow.
23
New Day
Laila
W hen I woke up , my eyes felt horrible. Crying your eyes out all night did that to a person. My eyes were all crusty and gross. No wonder Trouble didn't want to have sex with me. Who would ever want to have sex with this?
Andrea wasn't home, and I didn't think that she'd be in class, either. I was pretty sure she'd effectively moved in with David.
I dragged ass all day, a combination of being sad and sleep deprived from a rough night.
When I got home, there were a few bouquets of roses against my door. They all had cards in them without envelopes.
Forgive, the first one said. Me, said the second one. Call. Me.
I took out my iPhone, and I called Trouble's number.
"Come over."
"Give me a few minutes."
I took all the roses out of the hallway, and I put them in water. God knew what my dorm mates thought. I didn't bother shaving so close today. Either it would happen or it wouldn't. I had more acceptance and openness to whatever happened. I braided my hair back, and I put on a simple pink dress. It made me feel fresh and pretty.
I walked across the street into Trouble's apartment, and his roommates were gone again.
"Did you bribe —?"
This time, Trouble didn't bother with the romance. He kissed me hard at the door, and he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me to his body. His eyes were blazing with desire, and he took off my dress with no finesse at all. I was lucky that he hadn't ripped it. He did rip off my underwear, and he took my bra off in a half second. I knew that he knew what he was doing. He was there, fully clothed, staring at my naked body. A tent pole was growing in his pants.
"You are flawless."
We both watched my nipples firm up. He sucked on them each in turn.
"Take off your clothes," I said softly. I knew what I was here for. He got off the bed and stripped, discarding his Ralph Lauren shirt on the floor like it was so much trash. I wrestled him so that he was under me, and I mated our mouths together, so close. He rolled me back onto my back, and he kissed his way down my body so that he spread fire with his tongue between my thighs. I arched my back and cried out from the fire sprouting in my untouched body. He was relentless when it came to oral sex. He slipped his tongue inside of my wet hole, while his finger stimulated my engorged clit, rubbing in a rhythm that I loved.
I called out when I orgasmed. He got off the bed, and I watched him quickly get out a condom wrapper and sheathe himself.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He spread my thighs as far as they would go, and he slid the tip of his cock against my slit.
I blinked. "There's no way that you're going to fit inside of me. I don't think that could fit inside of anybody."
"You're going to stretch around my cock. I know what I'm doing."
He pushed a little more into me, and I gasped. My eyes closed. He pushed more, and I felt a little pain as he broke past my virginity. I breathed in a little gasp.
"Okay?"
"Um, slow down a little." I closed my eyes. "Okay." I opened my eyes. "Go slow, though."
He thrust into my body in a slow, building rhythm, trying to control it, trying not to hurt me.
I felt it when his control disintegrated into a thousand pieces. He could not hold back any more.
He started taking me like a wild man, going at it completely untamed. Instead of a steady rhythm, he broke into an arrhythmic pounding that took my breath away. That was okay. Having spectacular sex was more important than being able to breathe any day of the week.
He flooded the condom with his hot come. I panted and arched up as the feeling of his orgasm inside of me pushed me over the
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