Chapter 14: Chapter: 14

ANDREA

Few Years Ago

Greedy hands rove over my body, from the front, while his body rocks into mine from behind, his kisses were hungry and eager. I knew he wanted me.

Luke had been giving me hungry eyes for weeks now. I know he's ready to take our relationship to the next level. He was patient, I would give him that. I guess it is time I lose my virginity. It's not like I don't want him. I do.

I'm just not ready. Until now, I decided that Luke was the right guy for my first time. He's good to me, patient, handsome, and so sexy. We've been together for over three months now. It is time, and I'm ready. I want him.

Luke's hand was inching towards my sex inside my unbuttoned jeans. We had been toeing the line for a few days now, and I'd allowed him to touch me without removing my panties.

I didn't want to tempt him or make him think I was a tease; that's why all our make-out sessions so far had been pretty PG, except for recently. I'd never allowed penetration, though.

I wanted to be sure. Luke, awesome guy that he is, had been patient. Never once pressuring me. He'd been waiting for me when he could have gotten any girl he wanted.

I know a few girls who would bend over and give it to him. But Luke wanted me, yeah, I know I'm a lucky girl. And that's why I decided he's going to get lucky tonight.

Luke was making slow circles on my clit while he whispered how hot I was, kissing and nipping my ear. I moaned and trembled in his arms; my orgasm was close. With a few more strokes, I came shuddering with my release.

Most times, after my orgasm, I would push his hands away gently. Not wanting him to take it as rejection, I would, in turn, return the favor by giving him a hand job until he came and his cum spilled into my hands.

Luke knows I wasn't ready for more, and he respects that. He never pressures me for more. After that, we would cuddle and go to sleep or watch a movie, stealing kisses in between. But today, he kept petting me like he didn't want our time to come to an end.

I turned in his arms and looked at his beautiful hazel eyes. I swallowed hard before I took the plunge and yanked my blouse over my head, then nodded. Luke's eyes heated at once with lust, then he kissed me hungrily.

Without saying anything, Luke seemed to understand my body language. I lifted up on my toes and kissed him back with the same fervor that was in his kisses.

He groaned loudly and kissed me even harder, then he pulled away from me after a few seconds and hurriedly helped me remove my jeans, then flung them to the carpeted floor of his bedroom. My bra and panties were next, and soon his clothes followed.

“Someone is impatient, it seems.” I teased, smiling, trying to cover my nervous fidgeting. As I stand there naked and vulnerable in the middle of his room, my stomach knots painfully with nerves. Luke smiles that lopsided, roguish smile that always makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck baby, you don't know how hard I've been patiently waiting for this day.” He was completely naked now, his tall, lean body was gorgeous, his cock fully erect. I swallowed hard, thinking this thing was going to be inside me soon. Luke noticed right away that I was anxious.

He walked over to his desk, where he'd kept the drink he'd been holding when we came into his room. Unlike me, he hadn't even taken a sip. I had taken two cups of the punches downstairs, and I already feel tipsy.

Beth, my roommate, was downstairs. I smile, remembering her failed attempt at flirting. Maybe she would get lucky and get Jake's attention today. She's had a crush on him for like forever.

“Here, drink this. I know you are nervous; it will help, and I promise we will make your first time so fucking good for you.” Luke's voice pulled my mind away from thinking about my roommate and what she might be doing downstairs.

I took the glass from him and gulped down the whiskey in one go. I believe him. Luke always makes me feel good.

But then I remember I was a lightweight, what if I passed out while Luke was inside me? I didn't want to embarrass myself.

I didn't get a chance to panic because Luke was suddenly holding me and kissing me, robbing me of all thoughts, his hands squeezing and palming my ass.

He couldn't decide which part of my body he wanted to touch more, between my breasts and ass. He was rougher than the other times we'd make out, but I didn't mind.

I was never this turned on as I was at that moment. I feel very hot and a little lightheaded, overwhelmed by my body's reaction. I was also surprised by the instant wetness trailing down between my thighs. I thought it would take a while to get me wet enough to accommodate Luke's thickness due to my anxiety.

For a second, I thought, maybe Luke had drugged me. Maybe there was something inside the punch and whiskey he gave me, but I quickly discarded that thought. Luke would never do such a thing.

I mean, why would he? I had already agreed to give him myself, and he wasn't that kind of person; he's a good guy. I trust him completely.

My body was burning with such intense lust that I thought if Luke weren't inside me in the next second, I would literally die.

“Luke, please, I need you,” I begged, my body shaking violently. He kissed me hard and thrust his finger inside me roughly. I winced as I felt a slight pain.

But I didn't stop him; I had, of course, heard that the first time always hurt. I didn't want to be a wuss.

“Patience, baby, soon I promise.” He grinned wickedly, then walked me backwards to his huge bed. He took his finger away and placed me on the bed, then thrust back his finger and added a second finger.

I closed my eyes and moaned, even as I felt that painful pinch, I wanted more. Luke's fingers weren't enough.

“Look at you, you're such a slut, Andy, aren't you?” I scrunched my face, not liking that word, but I was so close that I ignored it. We're definitely having a talk about dirty talking during sex, after tonight.

My body was hot like I was in a sauna, sweat dotted my skin, I bucked my hips frantically with every thrust of Luke's fingers.

“Andy, do you trust me?” Luke's voice was hard. The question was sudden and unexpected at this time. I didn't answer, lost in my race for completion, he stilled his thrusting fingers and asked again.

“Andrea, answer the fucking question, do you trust me?” There was something off about his voice, but I didn't care to analyze it; I only wanted one thing, the orgasm I knew was coming, so I answered.

“Ye… yes, you know I do, Luke.”

My tongue was so heavy, stuck to the roof of my dried mouth, my voice was slow, slurred even, like I had drunk a whole bottle of vodka. Somewhere, a door creaks open then closes.

“Good, because I need you to hold onto that trust. Remember this is all for your pleasure.” I didn't answer because I came at that moment with a shudder, my eyes were so heavy and unfocused.

My body was sluggish, I felt lightheaded, but I wanted more, more, and more. I felt hands opening my thighs wide, then I felt a wet, clumsy tongue lick a path through my wet folds.

I whimpered and tried to snap my legs closed, mortified to know Luke's eye level with my most private part. But instantly, the hands holding my thighs tightened their hold. And continue to lick me.

Luke kissed me, his tongue swallowed my whimper and moans, as he palmed my breast and pinched my nipples. The same instant, I felt that same tongue swipe through my folds.

I moan with the pleasure of having two…two! I'm still in utter shock, somewhere in my subconscious, where the haze of lust hadn't entirely addled my brain. I realized something was wrong, yes! Something was terribly wrong.

Four hands.

Two tongues.

It was a hard battle to pry my eyes open, but I fought the fog I was under and opened them. Luke was busy sucking at my breasts greedily; it should have hurt the way he was squeezing my breasts.

There was nothing romantic or arousing about it. But it didn't hurt, I was sure I would feel it much later when this strange lust had been sated, or if I was lucky enough to pass out.

I clumsily slapped at his head, my eyes bugged out of their sockets with the shock of seeing Jake, Luke's best friend, between my thighs; he had no shirt on.

When did he get here? How did I not hear him come in? Why would Luke let him see and touch me? Was this what he meant when he said “we'll make you feel good”

I had mistakenly thought he meant he and I. I was shocked and confused. I stared at them both and was shocked to see that I was the only one who was clueless about what was going on.

Jake sent me a smug smile, he licked his wet lips I'm sure with my wetness, his hands smoothing over my pale thighs.

Now I understand why he always looks at me with amusement whenever we're together with Luke; when we saw him around, he was laughing at me.

Fully knowing what they had planned for me. I wanted to kick him, I wanted to punch him right on the nose until he bled. Break that aristocratic nose, I wanted to kill them both, but I was weak, so very weak.

“Luke?” My voice was small, filled with the confusion, betrayal, anxiety, lust, and disgust I felt. Luke didn't look guilty or apologetic. I stared at him, and I didn't recognize him or the lascivious smile on his face.