13. Bernadette

After going out to grab food for the party and getting mostly set up, I decided that it was time for me to relax. What I really needed was a good and hot bath to take the stress out of my shoulders and give me some time to just drift in thought.

So I put some music on my phone, ran a hot bath in the adjoining master bathroom, and then settled in to soak.

It was so nice, especially with the music which allowed me to focus on something that weren't my own thoughts for a while.

They were a lot calmer now, despite everything that had happened to me within the past forty-eight hours. I could definitely attribute that to Lucas, as all of his encouragement and comfort had been a great help. I was so thankful to have him in my life. And, more than that, to call him my friend. My boyfriend.

These thoughts made me feel warm inside as I sank deeper into the bath, feeling my muscles relax and my worries float away. I had a feeling that tonight was going to be a great night. I just knew it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called, though I was fairly certain it was Lucas. I just wanted to make sure that some stranger didn't walk in on me, naked, in the bath.

"It's me," Lucas said. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, though you have been warned, I am in the bath."

"All the more reason to enter," he said, swinging open the door and coming inside. He wore a smile on his face as he surveyed me.

"You just get sexier every day. I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he said, and I felt warm with color.

"Well, you could join me," I suggested slyly, though I didn't expect what he did next.

With a shrug, he began to take off his clothes. I felt myself turn red and I looked away, which only earned me a laugh from Lucas.

"You don't have to be shy around me," he said. "After all, you've already seen me naked before. And I've seen you like this before."

"Yeah, but not in this context," I countered.

"Who said it was a different context?" He slid into the bath across from me (it was really quite a spacious tub) and I chanced a peek.

He was smiling at me, and his hand had drifted down to stroke his erect cock. I shivered, pressure gathering inside of my stomach as I remembered it pounding into me. I wanted it again now. I wanted him inside of me, filling me with himself, making me remember that I was his.

It was so strange, even now, to think of him in that way. For so long I had thought of him as just my best friend, always out of reach. But now?

Now I could have him pretty much whenever I wanted.

"My eyes are up here you know," Lucas said jokingly, and I realized that I had been staring at his cock the entire time.

"Sorry," I said, rushing to apologize.

"No need for that. You know you're welcome to look any time," he said with a wink.

Then he moved to come sit next to me in the tub, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.

"I can't wait to spend more time with you like this," he said. "My favorite thing is just to be next to you, knowing that you're mine and finally everything that I feel about you is out in the open."

"I'm glad we got that figured out," I said with a little laugh."

"Agreed." He leaned over to kiss my temple, and then my lips, his hands coming up on either side of my face to guide me to where he wanted me to be.

It felt so right, kissing him. He made me feel like I was no longer earthbound. It was like floating, his lips as soft as clouds and his hands as firm and gentle as a lazy river. His touch formed butterflies in my stomach, and every time it felt like they would erupt from within me and fill the entire room.

"You're shaking," Lucas said with a little laugh, pulling away to look down at me.

"Am I?"

"You were. Are you all right?"

"Just excited, I think."

"Glad to know I make you excited." Lucas went back to kissing me, caressing my cheek and then moving down to my jawline. I arched back as his lips met the soft skin of my neck and he took it in between his teeth.

"Ahhhh!" I cried as he bit down on a particularly sensitive spot.

I knew that he was smiling when he kissed it, then licked a line along my neck. As the cool air touched where his tongue had been, pleasure flowed through me.

"While I would love to fuck you in the bath," Lucas whispered in my ear, "That might be a bit much for your second time. What do you say we move this to the bedroom?"

"Yes please." My voice came out no louder than his, a purr of desire.

"Good."

He stood, and I watched as water dripped down his rippling muscles. He was so sexy; some might say the perfect man.

I had always teased him about it when we were younger, how handsome he was and how attractive he looked in those desired blue eyes and platinum blond hair.

Back then I had thought it silly and cliche, but now I found him incredibly sexy. I knew why male heroes were often described in that way. Before Lucas, I had never seen the appeal. But it fit him perfectly.

He offered me his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet and then stepping out of the tub.

"While I hate to see you cover up that beautiful body of yours, we're going to need to dry off a little," he said with a wink as he tossed me a towel.

It was so fluffy, and as I wrapped it around my body and dried myself, I wished that I could just sink into it forever. Those were truly the best kinds of towels, and it was clear that Lucas had good taste. In women, and in towels.

I let the towel drop from me after my body was sufficiently dried off. I had washed my hair the night before, so I hadn't let it get wet today. I had just wanted the bath as a way to relax, and now Lucas had used it as a way to lead into other things.

He reached out his hand, and I took it again, letting him lead me into the bedroom where he positioned me on the bed.

"Have you ever been eaten out before?" he asked, to which I blushed profusely and looked down at my feet.

"No."

We hadn't done it the first time the two of us had had sex, and the frat boy definitely had not. For him, it had just been about his own pleasure and not about mine. So, while I knew in theory what it entailed, I had also never experienced it myself.

"Well, I can promise you I'm very good at it. So, you'll be starting with some high standards," he said, giving me another wink. "And I can promise that it feels insanely good, which is exactly what I want for you."

"I have a question," I said suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Why would you want to eat me out? Especially if it doesn't give any pleasure to you."

Lucas sighed and sat down on the bed next to me. "See, that's the problem with giving a frat boy your virginity. You think sex is all about the man, and what he wants, and what makes his cock twitch, but it's not like that for a lot of people. It brings me a lot of pleasure to make you happy, and to give you a good experience. Sex is about both people feeling good, and I feel good when I'm making that perfect little pussy of yours wet."

My insides curled at the words, and I smiled, feeling a little self-conscious again. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course. Besides, what man wouldn't want the chance to be down there between those beautiful legs of yours? It's an honor not a chore. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise."

"Thank you."

"Of course. So, will you let me do the honors?"

I nodded, and Lucas looked at me in a way that made me realize what he wanted. Verbal confirmation.

"Yes. Yes please, in fact."

"Ooooh, I got a please, how lovely." He smiled and then got off the bed. "I want you to lay back and just open your legs for me. I'll position you where I need you to be. All that you need to do is relax and enjoy."

I did as he asked, laying back on the bed and hesitantly spreading my legs apart. He grabbed my hips and sharply pulled me forward more towards the edge of the bed. Then he put his hands between my knees and spread my legs even wider.

"You're doing great baby," he said. "You're so beautiful, and so wet for me too. Just perfect for me to lap all up."

I squirmed a little in delight, feeling myself grow even wetter.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he said. "You're not going to be able to walk quite straight for at least a few hours."

"How will you do that?" I asked, curious if that was even possible.

"With my tongue and my fingers of course, and then by burying my cock in your sweet little pussy for round two."

I shivered in delight at the idea, and Lucas smiled at me.

"You like that, don't you?"

I nodded. "Of course, I do. That sounds incredible."

"Good, then we'll get started." He began to kiss a line up the inner side of my thigh and I moaned, my back arching at the light touch of his lips against my skin. Closer and closer he got to where my desire throbbed, and I began to struggle to not squirm with the anticipation of his tongue inside of me.

And then, right before he reached where I wanted him the most, he moved his mouth over to my other thigh, kissing a similar line up it.

This time when he reached the sensitive area where my inner thigh transitioned into the lips of my labia, he began to focus his attention there. He kissed it softly, and then bit down on the skin, which made me gasp out loud.

"Is that too much?" he asked, raising his head from his task.

"No, that was perfect," I replied, my voice breathy from desire.

With a smile, he went back to what he had been doing before. It continued this way for several minutes. I thought I wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and then he brought his fingers up and ever so gently parted my labia.

Finding my clit with his tongue, he began to tease at it gently, slowly increasing his pace. I began to moan, not even caring that I was being loud as pleasure coursed through my body and began to build up in my lower abdomen.

I had a feeling that if he wasn't using his tongue to pleasure me, he would be encouraging me, or telling me that he told me so. God, it felt so heavenly. He had been right. I couldn't believe that I had never experienced this before.

Then he thrust his fingers into me, and all my thoughts went out the window. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I couldn't form anything coherent in my mind. I just knew that I was making noises I had no control over, and my hips were arching up to meet Lucas's touch.

"Ahhh! Lucas!" I cried as I came over his fingers. I expected him to stop there, but he didn't. Instead, he kept going, pushing me back to the brink and then into my second orgasm of the evening.

Then he gently slowed, pulling his fingers out of me and raising his head to look at me, sprawled out on the bed with my mind a thousand years away.

I had never known that something could feel so good, and now I knew there was no way to go back to how things had been before. I had experienced heaven, and I wasn't about to let go of that. Not now, not ever.

"How was it, baby?" he asked, tracing one cum-soaked finger down the side of my face.

I was still panting, and I struggled to catch my breath before speaking. "That was incredible."

"Good, what a good girl you were. Did you like letting me make you feel so good like that? Did you like trusting me with your body?"

I nodded. "I trust you completely now, I think. I was so unsure, but you were right. That felt so out of this world."

He laughed. "Glad to hear you sing such high praises of me. I always knew that I could make you feel good like that, so thank you for trusting me. I hope you have a better association with sex now, and how amazing it can be for both parties."

"I think I do. Is there something I can do to make you feel like that?"

He kissed my forehead. "There is, but we can explore that later. Tonight, it is about you, but I do need to satisfy myself a bit too. My cock is absolutely throbbing. You think you're up for round two?"

I nodded. With Lucas, I felt safe, I felt loved. It felt like I would always be up for more with him, when maybe I hadn't been so sure with other people.

"Good." He got up, stretching himself above me, and I looked to where his cock hung, erect from desire. Instead of associating that part of the male body with fear, with him I had begun to associate it with pleasure. Immense pleasure.

Carefully, Lucas helped me move further up the bed. Then he positioned himself so that he was straddling me, his cock pressing against my entrance. I gasped and squirmed beneath him as the pleasure began to fill me once again.

Then he thrust into me. Over and over again he thrust, kissing my lips so gently as he did so. It wasn't long before I had my third orgasm of the night, my body was already so sensitive. He came soon after me, then flopped down on the bed next to me and pulled me into his arms.

"You look so good spread out beneath me, but I think I like you in my arms best," he said, taking a deep breath as he buried his face in my hair.

I giggled and wiggled closer to him, grateful for the wonderful experience that I had just had.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Of course." He kissed the top of my head. "Anytime baby. I live to make you feel wonderful."