Chapter 8

8

ROB

S ay something. I should definitely say something.

Instead, I just stared at the naked woman in front of me, all too aware that my penis was poking out between the shirt and pants. It seemed somehow…obscene now.

"A virgin," I said, reaching for my underwear. I pulled them up, then reached for the pants. "You've never been with a man…at all?"

She shook her head. "Nope. And I know you wanted no-strings-attached sex and all, but I'm ready. I want to lose my virginity to a man who knows what he's doing."

No-strings-attached sex. Had I said those words? I was pretty sure I hadn't. I had told her I wasn't into relationships, and since we were here right now, it made sense she'd assumed that. But…

Things had changed.

It wasn't just the short time we'd been in this field house either. No, I'd started feeling something for her from the second we'd met. This wasn't just a roll in the hay. This was the real deal.

"Please," she said. "Don't run."

In those words, something shifted in me. It was a challenge. All my life, I'd run in the other direction from relationships—not because I didn't need a woman, but because I was scared.

And I did not run from a challenge. That wasn't part of my makeup.

"I don't want to just have sex with you," I said. "I want more. You, on the other hand, have a career that will take you far away from here. A career you won't want to give up. That's a problem."

She chewed on her lip. "Yeah…maybe I could work that out…for the right person."

"I wouldn't let you give up your career."

"I wouldn't have to give it up," she said, taking a step toward me. "There are plenty of things I can do with a journalism degree. I want to see where this is going."

"So do I."

"So what are you waiting for?" She reached for my pants, tugging them down and once again freeing my cock. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

I realized as I broke out in a smile at that question that I could never have walked away. I'd known that all along, deep down. But I was certain of it now. I'd follow this woman anywhere.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this in a bed?" I asked. "Maybe something a little more romantic? We could go back to my cabin or?—"

She shook her head. "I want my first time to be something we can talk about for years."

I liked the "we" part of that. I stepped back and looked around for a comfortable place to do this. But before I could spread my clothes out on the floor to provide some cushioning for her, she pointed to one of the benches.

"Sit," she said.

My eyebrows rose. I liked being bossed around. Who knew?

I did exactly as she said, even though my pants and underwear now rested just below my balls. Hardly comfortable, but she seemed to know what she was doing here.

"Squeeze your thighs together," she said. "I want to try something."

I opened my mouth to protest as she turned her back to me. The lap dance position was not for a first time. First times were for facing each other.

But before I could say a word, she was straddling me, and the sight of her bare backside was too much to resist. I put a hand on each of those gorgeous hips and maneuvered her until my tip was nudging her entrance.

"Oh fuck," I said as she slid onto me.

She didn't go far. Just enough for me to feel her wet warmth surrounding me. It was all I needed to feel, though, to know just how tight my girl's pussy would be. It might take a while for this to feel good for her, but when it did, I was one hundred percent ready to do this at least four times a day. Maybe five.

It didn't take as long as I'd expected, though. I left her completely in charge of our movements to make sure she was comfortable, and within several minutes, she was plunging deeper on my length. I moved my hand forward, finding her clit and massaging it as she bounced, mostly in an effort to make her comfortable.

Soon, though, it was clear she liked my touch. "Don't stop," she said. "Oh shit, that feels good."

I squeezed my eyes closed and focused on her pleasure. I tried not to think about the fantasy we'd created earlier, but damn, this was hot. If my teenage self could've seen this, it would have given me jerk-off material for years.

Her movements on my cock were still shallow, but I didn't mind. Not when she was clearly so into what I was doing to her.

"Yes, I'm going to come," she said.

She then let out a long, "Ohhhh" that could probably be heard for miles. I smiled at the role play we'd had going on earlier—that we were a football player and cheerleader having sex in the field house after a game. And that did it for me.

I moved my hands to her hips again but still let her control the movements as I pumped into her, going only a few inches but feeling her around me. She was so tight, and it just felt so…damn…good.

"Fuck yeah," I yelled out as I came inside her, realizing as I did that we hadn't used protection.

She could be pregnant.

That thought hit me as the final drops of my seed shot into her. I waited for panic to kick in. I never forgot protection. It just wasn't something I did. But right now, I didn't mind at all that she might have my baby.

Still, this wasn't just about me.

"We didn't use anything," I said as she slid off me and stepped over to get her clothes.

My words froze her movements. "Huh?"

"Protection," I somehow managed to spit out. I stood and looked around for my own clothes, pulling my underwear back into place. "I mean, I'm all for the idea of you having my baby, but…well, I want to make sure it's okay with you first."

"I'm on the pill."

At those words, I waited for relief. It didn't come. Instead, I felt…

Was that disappointment?

Clothes in hand, she moved to stand in front of me. "I'm thinking about having a husband and family for the first time ever, but only if that husband's you. Suddenly, it's all I'm thinking about."

That was all I needed to hear. We were on the same page with this. There would be plenty of time for everything else. Right now, we were getting to know each other.

And I, for one, would enjoy every minute of it.