Chapter 27 Chapter 27 The First Time
I am sitting on his bed, watching him pull a button-up from his closet. It’s Orthodox Easter, and his parents invited me over. It’s early morning—his mom said the festivities take all day. His brother Tommy and his wife, Anna, are here too. It’s been a month. We’ve had dates every weekend—Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Movies, dinners, arcades. He doesn’t drink much. Tennis is over, but baseball is still going. The girls and I have been going to their games.
So far, we have only been kissing. I haven’t tried to get my hands on him; the closest I got was grabbing his ass and pulling him toward me. The nice thing about him being the same height—our hips line up perfectly. I’ve felt him hard pressed against me. He is big, really big, and it’s a little intimidating. George is really sweet and nice. His mom pops up in the doorway.
“What are you two up to?”
“Going to watch a movie, Mom!” he says, peeking out of the closet.
“An hour and a half, that’s all you get! Then Elena is going to help me make dolmades!” she smiles at me.
Stuffed grape leaves. My mom makes them with rice and ground pork. I used to help my grandmother make them. We also stuff pickled cabbage leaves like that too. His mom disappears back into the hallway, and George closes the door behind her. I smooth my denim skirt with my hands.
“Lock it!” I tell him.
“Everyone is here!” he smiles.
“We can be quiet!” I say, and he laughs.
“We are not having sex!” He looks down as he leans against his bedroom door. “I haven’t had sex with anyone… when you see it, you will know why!”
Now he has me scared. What the fuck is wrong with it? I gulp, trying my best not to be afraid.
“Let’s see it!”
George bursts out laughing as he walks away to turn the TV on and put a movie on. Then he turns the volume up. He turns to me and starts to unzip, dropping his jeans, then grasping the top of his boxers. I don’t think I have ever been so excited to see a dick. He pulls them down—I gasp.
Oh my God. That thing is massive. Where is it supposed to fit? I sort of get it, but I still want a test drive.
“Holy crap!” I say a little too loud. He pulls everything back up and zips up.
“Are you guys alright?” asks Tommy. He must have been in the hallway—we’re across from the bathroom.
“Go away, Tommy!”
His brother laughs on the other side of the door as his steps fade away.
“See what I mean? I don’t get much bigger when I get hard!” he says, looking embarrassed.
I push off his bed and wrap my arms around him. His hands cup my face, his lips brushing against mine. Pulling him closer, I can feel him get hard. My body tenses with anticipation. My skin tingles as his hands move over my curves. I shimmy out of my skirt, my shirt goes over my head. He pushes me back and looks at me, then curses under his breath. We move back to the bed together. I unhook my bra; he slides my thong off.
His shirt comes off—he has a really nice set of abs. He drops his jeans again, then his boxers. Holy fucking cock. He’s not cut either. My mouth is practically salivating just looking at him. George climbs over me and pushes my legs apart. I take a deep breath in and release. His lips are back on mine, his fingers invading my pussy. He stretches me out slowly. I am so wet and horny. He grabs his cock and guides it to my entrance. So much for using condoms—it’s his first time… I haven’t been with anyone since Sergey. Why am I thinking of him right now? I’ve been tested; it’s not like I can get pregnant.
The tip of him slides inside me. He pushes in slowly. Damn, I am stretched to the max. He isn’t just girthy—there are at least ten inches of him. He’s the biggest I’ve ever been with. Not the biggest I’ve seen—that was Dragon. Slowly, he gives me more and more. I moan with him. I feel so fucking full, and he isn’t even all the way in yet.
“Give me all of it! Slam it in there!” I wink at him.
George thrusts inside me full force. He pulls out and slams back in, grunting.
“You feel fucking amazing!” he says as his hips continue to slap against mine.
“Faster!” I say.
His movements pick up speed. Every button is being pushed at once.
“Fuck me! I am going to burst!” I manage to get out right before he sends me over the edge. I have never come just from cock in the missionary position. I feel the extra wetness between us—he got me to squirt. He keeps going, faster, harder, chasing his own orgasm.
“Fuck, baby!” he moans as he comes inside me with a final jerk of his hips.
“Spend the weekend with me! So we can do that over and over again—from behind, from the side. I want to try to fit you in my mouth.”
I can feel him swell inside me again. “Yes!” he says, already starting to thrust again.
This time he goes fast and hard. It takes me seconds to come again, his lips on mine. I nibble on him as his hand slides under my hips, lifting me up. Goosebumps spread over my skin—the stretch feels amazing. He fills me to the brim, cursing again before spilling inside me once more. He looks into my eyes and kisses me, his hand brushing my face. I really like him. He is something else.
Knocking on his bedroom door interrupts our sweet after-sex moment. He pulls out and lays down next to me. We both look at the door.
“Get dressed!” It’s his older brother. “Mom is coming to get you both!” he laughs, his steps fading away.
We both get off the bed, gathering our clothes. He tosses me some wipes so I can clean up. I look at him sideways.
“I jerk off a lot! They are in my room!”
We laugh together as we clean up and get dressed. He unlocks the door just in time for his mom to walk in—she doesn’t bother knocking. George and I are sitting on the bed pretending to watch the movie he put on, but the credits are rolling.
“Ah, good, the movie is over. Out of your room!” she says, but then stops, turns quickly, and retreats down the hallway.
“I think your room smells like sex!” I say.
He blushes.
“It does smell like sex!” says his brother, coming around the corner.