BETWEEN YOU TWO AND I

CHAPTER 6

    Don't ask me, because I don't remember what his room looks like. We went up a flight of stone staircase and entered his apartment. I quickly began to take off my shoes because I didn't want to soil their cream-coloured carpet. But before I bent over to take off my sneakers, Hunter lifted me up and placed me on the kitchen counter. He then bent over himself and his hands began unfastening my shoelaces. Those ten seconds was one of the most intense moments in my life. I felt a rush of love for him. 

       But soon enough, my shoes came off free and Hunter reached out his hand. I took it and followed him to his bedroom just down the hallway. It was dark with the only light coming from the curtain-less large window. I could see that traffic had lightened.

      My attention was grabbed way from the window towards Hunter slowly pulling off his top to reveal his body. I can only describe it as a work of art. I place my arms on his chest and it felt so good. But it seemed like he wasn't in the mood for puppy love. He grabbed my wrists and pinned then to the wall opposite his door. As my back arched against the wall, my hip accidentally bumped into the lava lamp on his reading desk. It came crashing with a deafening noise but surprisingly Iit didn't break.

   'I'm sorry,' I said.

   'Oh, you will be,' Hunter answered.  

     He came down hard on my lips his tongue exploring my mouth in ways that could be defined as insanely erotic. I could feel his hands all over my body, he stroked my hips, my back and he looked for my zipper.

     'It's on the side,' I let him know releasing a little chuckle. 

      'I ain't got time for that,' I heard him grumble as he pulled up my dress and bent me over on his desk which was scattered with books. His chemistry textbook was wide open and I could see an organic chemistry question, one I was doing myself earlier in the chem lab.

   My eyes went wide with realisation. He was gently massaging my thighs, his hands travelling slowly up. I gasped and turned around suddenly meeting his eyes.

   'What?' he asked confused.

   'Nothing, nothing,' I reassured him. I didn't want him thinking I was chickening out. He placed his hand inside my dress once again and slowly began to pull down my satin panties At the same time, I unclasped his belt and pulled it off.

    Now I know what y'all are thinking. Girl it's your first time. Aren't you a lil freaky for someone having sex for the first time. Aren't virgins supposed to be a lil shy?

    Sit all your asses down. Who said it was my first time?! Well, technically it was my first time having sex with a guy.

 Okay here is my run-down of my very bried yet eventful sexual encounters.  My first kiss was a girl. I was thirteen at a sleep over and my old friend Amy gave me a hot sloppy one. I first fingered myself when I was about fifteen. I kind of did it unknowingly in the middle of the night having a dream about some hot actor.  Also, I promised myself that I wasn't going to bleed over nobody 's sheets. So I went online and bought vibrators and a dildo with my mom 's card when I sixteen and broke my own hymen and went to town with my sex toys. 

    Hunter buried his face in my chest and began kissing my breasts through the fabric. He pushed me to the bed and lowered his pants. After putting on his condom, he took me in one motion and woah, this felt way more different than my trusty pink dildo. As he thrusted back and forth, I let out a series of moans and closed my eyes to feel all the gushy warmness betweeen us.

   And then that warmness receded. Homeboy had pulled out. He was now standing, placing his cracked lava lamp on the table next to his godamn chemistry textbook.