City

Sour

Last time when she took control I let her. She doesn't this, probably thinks the exact opposite, but I'm a twenty-three-year-old virgin.

I can see why she would think such a thing. I've never heard of any virgins older than twenty. All the girls that I've been in relationships with only want one thing. They all desire it.

So when I met her I thought I'd give it to her and walk away. Never see her again. New York is big.

But it's really crazy how she, out of all the girls in the world, she is my best friend's twin sister and tonight...tonight I'm gonna give it to her.

Dinner first, because I know she thinks that I only want one thing. I do, actually. Then the rest will follow. Just because I'll get what I want doesn't mean that I'll leave after that.

Of course, it's not right to Cillian. I shouldn't be touching or kissing...or hugging her but...she's the only girl I crave.

I'm a little scared. But I'll pull through.

She sits across from me at the dinner table. I let her pick the spot but this spot was risky because her brother worked there.

She stared at me as I got lost in thought. She looked troubled. "What do I call you?" She mumbled to herself.

"If Phillip doesn't work for you, you can always call me 'babe.' " I flirtatiously joked. "Nope. It has to be special. Like when me and Cillian were younger I called him 'Ginger' because he would stop every day and feed this little ginger cat on the way to school." She told me.

As she spoke her mind took her to a different place. Her eyes lit up as I've never seen before.

I gazed at her as she told the story of her and her brother. I guess what happened must've really hurt her...she cares about it so much. Now it's like she just found out she had a twin brother.

"I have to use the restroom." She dubbed as she got up and left. I looked at the menu and the waiter showed up. I looked down and to my surprise, Cillian looked up at me.

"Oh...hey dude...whatcha doing here?" He asked. His mind appeared someplace else. "I'm on a date," I replied.

He suddenly snapped out of it. "Oh, so tonight's gonna be the night huh?" He interviewed.

"Maybe."
"That's good, I'm proud of you man!"
"That doesn't really sound great coming from someone four years younger than me."
He wouldn't be so proud if he knew I was bangin' his sister either.

At least he cares. "Well, I'll give you both something quick so you can get to it." He pranced away.

Then City came back out of the bathroom and sat down. "Did you order?" She asked. "Yes. I didn't know what you liked." I announced.
"It's okay. I'm not picky."

She looked for her phone in her purse turning her head completely around as Cillian brought us waters and wandered away again.

Her long curly hair covered her face as she turned back to me. I guess the curls came from the braids her hair was in earlier. "Tell me something about when you were little." She smiled.

"Uh..." I flinched "It's boring." I try to shift from the topic.

"Please." She looked at me with eyes I couldn't refuse.

"When uh...when I was nine my dad and I would go fishing and on this one fishing trip I got pulled into the eater by a fish." I lie.

More like I was the bait for a great white. My abusive father pushed me out of the boat.

We both giggle and laugh. A different waiter brings us dinner. We as we eat we switch to the subject of exes.

She told me about her exes and I told her about mine. Some of her stories were really funny while in my story I just accidentally told her I was a virgin.

We got home and I struggled to close the door because we were already getting hot and heavy. She gripped my shirt wanting to rip it off and God I wanted it gone too. I wanted all of it gone.

I didn't think we would start off this fast so we slipped on the sprouts and didn't bother moving.

My first time is gonna be on the floor of a–"wait wait wait." She paused. "We should get to the bedroom, I don't think you want your first time to be on the floor of your apartment!" She giggled.

It wasn't a good idea to laugh at me. Something in me woke up and I suddenly pushed her over and crawled on top of her.

I slowly dragged my hand up her short dress. That made her stop laughing. I started to kiss her jawline. She kind of flinched when I tried to rest my hand on her side. It was like she had never been touched like this before.

Either I'm doing something right or this is her first time too. I moved from the jawline to the upper inlet.

I quickly found her sweet spot and abused it. She could handle it at first but I got a few moans out of her. Her breath was heavy. I started to reach for her bra under her dress then-

In her bag, her phone started to ring and I look at her. She looks at the bag then to me and mutters "Ignore it."

I did as told and tangled with her bra before actually removing it. She unbuttoned my shirt then pulled it over my shoulders and I did the rest.

I pulled her dress off of her slowly just to make her want it more.

When it was finally off I looked at her. She was like my artwork.
I did that to her.
I feel like I'm in full control.

To be continued...

Please don't hate me.