As I mentioned a few months ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. Onto the short story, The Girl Who Was Infatuated With Death. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my sexy story!
You don’t need to have read any Laurell K. Hamilton to follow this story! It’s just a fun one written about a girl, slightly older than the one in this story and losing her virginity.
“I don’t want to die a virgin,” she whispers into his ear. His cock throbs at the words, but he pulls back and looks down at her.
“You can’t be a virgin,” he says.
“Why not?” she replies with a pout.
“Because you live in the sex capital of this college. There’s more sex happening in your dorm than in the whole rest of the state, I bet.” Okay, probably not, but it sounded good. “And you’re beautiful.”
“Yeah, and scared of getting an STD.”
“Okay, that’s fair, but I’m clean.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Okay, but what do you mean about dying a virgin? Are you sick?”
She shakes her head slowly, “No, but if I graduate next month and I’m still a virgin, no guy is going to want to take my virginity then.”
He chuckles. Pretty sure she’s wrong about that one, but who is he to argue when she’s offering herself up to him on a silver platter. “So you want me to take your virginity?”
She nods and licks her lips. Other girls, might be accused of trying to lick their lips to appear sexy, but in this case, it’s just that her mouth is dry because she’s nervous as fuck.
“Now?”
She nods again.
He takes her hand and leads her from the common room in their dorm back to his room. He locks the door, sends a text to his roommate, and gestures for her to sit on the bed. She does, and he watches her carefully. He is definitely excited to sink his cock into her tight pussy, but he also doesn’t want her to regret her decision. “Are you sure, Hannah?”
“Yes. Please, Pete. Stop asking me and just do it.”
She takes her shirt off over her head, revealing a bra that’s all sexy lace. She was prepared for this moment. She’s about to take it off when he stops her. “Wait.”
“What, did I do it wrong?”
He shakes his head and tries to suppress a smile. “Let me,” he says, and he sits down next to her. He smooths his hands down her arms and then back up, kissing her lightly. She tentatively kisses him back, and then he unhooks her bra. He kisses down her neck, then her shoulder, then moves to her breasts. He gently pushes her to lay back, and she does, watching him intently. But then when he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, she moans softly and closes her eyes.
He licks and sucks on her nipples until she seems totally relaxed, and then he moves lower, slipping her skirt down over her hips, revealing the panties that match the bra. He smiles appreciatively, as he slides a finger inside her.
“Hannah,” he says.
“Hm?”
“Have you had an orgasm before?”
“Mm, yes,” she says, but she sounds uncertain.
“Have you had an orgasm that you didn’t give yourself?” he amends.
“No,” she admits.
He smiles as he sinks his fingers deeper inside her and wraps his lips around her clit. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bud as he sucks lightly, and her hips start bucking.
“Oh my god, Pete, what are you doing?” She half sits up, trying to see.
He stops for just a moment and says, “I’m going to make you cum before I take your virginity, beautiful. Just relax.”
She lays back, but her body is tense.
He strokes her from the inside and gently licks her clit until her moans become louder and louder. Finally, she starts to pull at his hair, but he hangs on for dear life, keeping his lips locked around her clit and his tongue flicking until she finally throws him off.
She’s panting when he pulls away from her and sheds his own clothes. She watches him with half closed eyes. “What the hell was that?” she asks in a dreamy voice.
“An orgasm, baby. Did you like it?”
“Like it?” she asks. “I loved it.”
“Do you want me to do it again?” he asks with a smile, and starts moving back to her, only having shed his shirt so far.
“Not right now,” she giggles, “but later?”
“Sure,” he says. “You taste great, baby.”
She blushes, and watches as he undoes his belt and drops his pants to the floor. Then his boxers. “Don’t ask me again if it’s okay. I want this,” she says as he opens his mouth.
He closes it and grabs a condom from the bedside drawer. “Me too,” he says, and he slides the condom onto his already hard cock. “I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much, just tell me.”
She nods and her body looks tense.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
She nods again, but nothing changes in her body.
He slips his cock between her legs, then slides along her folds. He keeps sliding up and down her slit, not entering her yet, until she starts to relax.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re good and ready.”
“I am ready.”
He shakes his head. “No, you’re too tense. I have heard that it hurts the first time, but it’s not going to be better because you’re braced for me to hit you or something.”
The corners of her mouth turn up in a small smile. “I’m trying to relax.”
“I know.”
He slides his cock up and down a few more times, until she starts to squirm under him. “Pete, please, just fuck me already!”
It’s so out of character for her to use that term that he’s surprised, but he does as she asks, and he angles his hips differently so that his cock sinks into her. He doesn’t press too hard, and before long, he presses against her hymen, which breaks with very little pressure, and then he’s all the way inside.
She cries out when it happens, and he stills inside her. But then she starts to move under him, trying to get him to fuck her. “Oh god, Pete, that feels so good.” And then he starts to move inside her, slowly, steadily, not pushing too hard or too fast, letting her set the pace. But she starts to get anxious. “Faster, Pete, please. I’m not going to break.”
He obliges, and it doesn’t take long before she starts to pant like she did before her orgasm. “Are you going to cum again, Hannah?” he whispers against her shoulder.
“Yes,” she whispers back, blushing.
“Cum for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock.”
She nods and bites her lip again. “I”m going to cum. Fuck, Pete, I’m going to cum!” Her pussy contracts around him and he sinks deep inside her one last time before letting his own orgasm overwhelm him. He’d held back just for her.
Both panting, sweaty, and sated, Pete rolls off of her so he doesn’t crush her and pulls her into his arms. “That’s it, Hannah. You’re not a virgin anymore.”
She curls up against him. “Thank you, Pete. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” He kisses the top of her head and holds her until she drifts off to sleep.
Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back on Sunday for my review of the first part of Narcissus in Chains!
J R Vincente 