Saving Nikolai (Book 1)

Chapter 3

Saturday not much got done, everyone was tired. Either from running or in my case work all day. I fixed the step, then painted a couple hours until the Thomas and his friends got home then I went inside to start dinner. If they were going to help, the least I could do was cook a good meal. I butchered a chicken that got caught in the fence. How she did it, I'll never know. Seriously, she had to go through the trees and then somehow twist her neck through the chain link fence. I luckily heard her when I got home from work. She was suffering, so I culled her then and there. Since we had a chicken, I harvested some potatoes and picked a bunch peas. Then decided to make some biscuits. Yes, rolls are better, but they take more time. By 7 I had a hardy meal for everyone.
Today I worked from 6am to 12pm. I guess I was starting to get too many hours. You know how it is, they doesn't want you to work over 30 hrs a week, or they have to offer work benefits. But, that worked out well. It gave me more time to paint. After getting home and making everyone grilled cheese and tomato soup, I showered and got dressed. I have a ton of woman's discounted $1 junior tank tops. I buy them when ever they go on sale. And get first pick since I work there. Xs always fits great. At least half I leave alone, but some I make into crop tops. I cut them a couple inches under my pecks, and sew the hem. Because I may be cheap, but I'm not trash. It takes only a couple minutes to hem. Then I threw on some cut off jeans. If the pants are ruined, it's more practical to make shorts, then throw away. These got a massive rip up the side, so I had to cut them pretty short. Honesty, they're practically booty shorts. But it's hot today, and I don't want to stand in the sun, cooking in a lot of clothes. Is it kinda trampy? sure. Would I wear this to school? Fuck no. I don't feel 100% comfortable around a lot of hot guys in this, but I'm not about to wear nice clothes to paint. And this is what I have for old clothes.
I grabbed a gallon of paint and began painting the back of the house just to avoid the people. I'm a bit shy. Especially around good looking guys. And in my slutty clothes I feel even more self conscious.
I was painting for a couple hours before I got thirsty from the heat, so I went inside to grab some water. A senior in our school was grabbing a drink too. Seriously, how did Tommy get a senior here? Jesus.
He was about 6'2" with dark blonde hair and Blue eyes. God he was hot. He had nice defined, lean muscles. And was shirtless. Of course. Anyone with a body like that would be. I instantly was shy. I wrapped my arms around my bare stomach and struggled not to get a boner. Because let's face it, these shorts would never hide one. I awkwardly walked to the sink to grab some water. When the guy talked, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Hey what's your name, I don't remember ever seeing you around school?" God his voice! It was So sexy. It made tingles run down my spine. My cock wanted to jump to attention, from sound alone!! I ran my hands nervously through my hair. "My name's Nikki, I'm Tommy's brother. I'm a Junior." I answered softly. Trying to make eye contact, but failing miserably. It's funny, at work, I don't struggle. I know my job, well. And am confident while there. But anywhere else I get shy and quiet. It's pathetic really. I need to pull myself together!
"Well, hello Nikki, I'm Jacob. It's nice to meet you." He had a sexy smirk as he stood too close. Slowly running his hand up and down my arm. He took my chin with his other hand and angled my face to look at him. "My god you're beautiful." He breathed out almost in a gasp. My face instantly turned pink. And a small groan escaped my throat. Ok, there was no more hiding it, my cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Th-thank you." Lord, now I can't even talk right! I bit my lip harder. While I didn't want to be anywhere else. I was so very uncomfortable. I loved looking into his face. Those crystal blue eyes were reason enough. And the whole package was perfection. Yet, I felt so incredibly inadequate compared to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his hard chest. He pushed up against me and pinned me to the counter. A desperate keen came from my throat as he began grinding his cock against mine. I stared with big innocent eyes up into his sultry blues. My core heating up and my stomach flipping. Then, I heard stomping and laughing as a group of people walked into the house. "I'll be seeing more of you. That, I can promise." he whispered, then kissed my cheek and walked off. I stood dazed for a while, before shaking my head to clear it, and walking back outside.
After everyone left for the day, I pulled Tommy aside.
" what do you know about Jacob?"
Tommy looked dubiously at me. "Why do you want to know?" I cleared my throat and blushed.
"Well... He was talking to me earlier. He seemed kinda interested. But I don't know anything about him. Other than he's hot, and popular, and good at almost any sport...."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "He's worse than I am. Always having someone new on his arm. If you are looking for a night of fun, he's your guy. But if you want something serious? Stay away." I bit my lip and played with some loose stings on my jean short. "Well, I don't really have time for dating anyway... But, I'm not really interested in getting with fuck boyz either... I guess I have shit to think about."
Tommy laughed. "Why? What did he do?" I blushed harder. "Umm... He pinned me to the counter and asked who I was... But people walked in before anything more happen.... He promised to see me around." I began biting my lip again. I had turned and stared off into the distance. Not wanting to see Tommy's reaction. No matter what it was, I knew it would only make me more embarrassed. Tommy was quiet for a bit. "Have you even kissed a guy before? Jacob's not really a guy for beginners." I sighed. "No... You're probably right. I just don't want to be a 30 year old virgin. And he's so hot!"
I jumped when I felt Tommy's hand on my knee. "You wont be. You're a very pretty guy. There is going to be someone perfect for you. I really don't think you should settle." I sighed again. While I knew he was probably right. But it was so hard to wait. I was a hormonal teenager after all. And I had so little me time. It felt impossible to find Mister Right. Mister Right Now was much easier to find.
"I know you're probably right.... I'll think about it."
After finishing my nightly duties, I climbed into bed exhausted, with my mind racing.
Over the next week, I began to watch Jacob at school. He was everything Tommy said he was. He sought me out everyday and grabbed my ass, or caressed my stomach, once he even cupped my balls. When I had days off he would seek me out and talk. (By talk I mean brag about how great he is.) But fuck, I wanted him soo bad. During school I quietly watched him treat a number of girls and sometimes guys the same way. It seemed girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. As I listened to people. Everyone knew what they were getting into with him. But he was such a good fuck. And so fucking hot. Nobody cared. I figured someone experienced might be the way to go, for my first time. But, did I really want my first time to be so meaningless? Of course, nobody stayed with their first love anyways. Maybe, I was avoiding unnecessary heart break this way. There didn't seem to be any substance to the guy. It would be almost impossible to fall in love with him. He was essentially a Ken doll. Nothing more. And he would know what he was doing. That was for sure. But what if I chicken out last minute. He wouldn't be the kind of guy to be understanding and sympathetic. And I definitely don't need rumors about me. Of course, would he even bother talking about me. I was just another pretty face to him. Definitely not worth remembering.
There was some comfort in anonymity. Being one of many meant he was less likely to gossip about me afterwords. Of course, even if he did. I was a nobody. And him mentioning me could only help my reputations. Not hurt. Eventually, I decided to give him a try. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't have to be fucked by him again. And if it went well, it was a good, fun, learning experience. I didn't doubt I would have very little chance to get with a guy again, anytime soon.
That next Saturday a bunch of guys came to help again. We were almost done. I figured we would be done tomorrow. We were just wrapping up.
The color ended up Smokey Azurite. The trim was a creamy off white color. And the top of the porch floor and the decorative details and accents around the house were a navy blue. The porch railing was the cream, but it looked almost white and didn't look ridiculous or out of place. I was quite happy with everything. Tommy loved the color too. He had originally hoped for a navy blue, but I assured him that it would have been just too dark. This color was a darker blue, but neutral enough to not look ridiculous. Tommy had begrudgingly agreed. It helped that I had gotten some navy blue for the accents. But because it was cheep paint, we had to paint everything with 2 coats, which made it take longer, and we had to buy more paint. It almost cost as much as good paint in the long run. I would make sure to remember that. That kinda sucked, but you live and learn.
I was wearing those short shorts again and a different crop top. This was a cut up t-shirt. I cut the sleeves and neck line off and cropped it short. It was loose on me and looked surprisingly good for what it was.
Jacob came to the side of the house to paint with me. As it began turning to dusk, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. His cock pressed against my tiny little bubble butt. I groaned loudly as I pushed back on him. He slid his hand up my shirt and pinched my nipple. "Fuuuck." I panted. Within seconds he'd spun me around and pressed me to the ground. My chest rose and fell as I panted for air. "Yeees" I almost squealed. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him tighter to my body.
Slowly he pulled my shorts off. I wore a lacy sky blue men's g-string. They were cheap online, and looked sexy as hell. All my panties were cheap Amazon buys. Most sexy satin and lace. He groaned when he saw them and cupped my cock through my panties. I arched my hips and pressed harder against him. Wanting to feel him. Really, feel anyone. But whatever. He pulled my panties off and pushed my shirt up. Okay I need to focus for a minute. "It's been a long times since I've done this. So you'll have to be more careful." Yes, I lied. Sue me. I don't need him to know I'm a virgin. People like him would only handle that badly. Virgins have a negative stigma for a lot of reasons. One being they get attached. I have no interest in him long term, so that's not something he needs to worry about. ""Hmmm, don't worry baby, I'll make you feel so good." God, he's so clique. Then I watched as he pulled a small bottle of lube and a condom out of his pocket. 'Seriously, he just carries that shit around everywhere he goes. He's such a fuck boi! Jesus' I wanted to laugh or shack my head at his ridiculousness, but then he sucked on my tit and I moaned loudly. As he slid his first finger into my ass I fought to stay calm and not tense up. It was a bit difficult, but I managed. Soon he had three fingers in and was rolling a condom on. I wanted to snort. He was still fully dress with just his basic cock hanging out of his unzipped pants. He flipped me on my hands and knees and slowly pushed into my ass. It was a bit uncomfortable. Not gonna lie. But after a moment I relaxed and he began fucking into my tight hole. He grunted and groaned as he called my a slut. I could tell it was more for himself then really anything about me. He probably said it to everyone. Soon he grabbed my cock and yanked on it a few times, then shoved deep into my ass as he came. Stoking me faster till I followed.
I learned something that night. Sex was fine. Fun even. But fuck boys care only about their own enjoyment. You're pleasure will always be secondary. So. It was a decent first experience. But I wasn't desperate to fuck him again. It was slightly better than 'ehh'.