Chapter Thirteen

Tessa I could see why people would mistake the triplets for each other, I thought as I stared up at Ron the next day. I’d agreed to meet him at a casual diner and we’d both had burgers and were now walking through the park. It was chilly out, but worth it to spend time with him. He was as interesting as Pete, as handsome, as attentive, and I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to finish that kiss with him. Even if he wasn’t Pete.

I knew he wasn’t Pete. That wasn’t it; it was just that I kind of felt like I’d already spent time with him. Maybe it was just the texts and not that I’d been on a date with his brother the night before?

“Do you want to see where we live?” he asked.

I quickly agreed. I texted Kim on the way over, so she’d know where I was, and promised I’d text her in the next couple of hours.

We walked over quietly, and I knew he wasn’t as talkative as Pete was. He’d asked me questions over dinner, appeared to be fascinated, but he was quieter, more sensible than sensitive as Pete was.

We walked up to the small house and stopped.

“Tessa?” he asked after a moment of quiet.

“Hmm?” I stopped and turned to him. I felt drawn to him in the soft moonlight and stepped closer to him.

“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly, as if afraid he’d offend me.

I thought you’d never ask!

“Of course, Ron.” I stepped closer and put my hands on his waist. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulled me to him instantly, eagerly, and tilted my face up to his. Our lips brushed together softly at first, once, twice, then on the third kiss, he pressed his lips to mine harder, with more passion. I heard some sound that came from deep in his throat and groaned back. It felt so good to have him kiss me like that.

He stepped forward, then continued, until I came up against the wall. He continued to kiss me in the darkness until his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. Then I opened my mouth, eager to take this further. I’d never been kissed like this, but I knew how it was done, in theory. I followed his lead and twirled my tongue around his, sucked at it the way he sucked at mine, until our bodies began to strain toward each other.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, almost breathless when he pulled away.

I thought about it, looked up at him, and then nodded in agreement.

He inhaled sharply again, his lips came back down to mine, while his hand came up to hold my face in place for his kiss. I pulled him closer to me so that I could press my aching breasts into his chest. I placed my hands on both sides of his face as he turned to lean against the wall.

I wasn’t averse to taking the dominant stance and wiggled at the thrill that surged through my body. I felt the way my hard nipples pressed into his thin sweater, revealed by his open leather coat, and almost wished I’d worn a bra with padding so it wouldn’t be so obvious how excited I was.

Ron was taller than me so when I pressed my hands against the wall to either side of his head my breasts pressed more tightly into his chest. I heard him groan as he leaned his head down to prolong the kiss, to tease my lips with his while his hands wrapped around my waist to pull me tight against his hard cock.

And he was so damn hard. I was surprised by how hard he was, though I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I’d only kissed a man for the first time yesterday. Erections were totally new territory for me. Ron shifted against the wall and spread his legs to bring me firmly between his thighs.

I eagerly pressed my lower abdomen into him, ready to explore even more.

No thoughts of Pete or the other men I had texting me came to mind, just Ron and his heat filled my senses as our mouths tangled together on his front porch. His hands moved up to dig into my hair, straightened again, but I moved mine down to his face, to touch him there while he kissed me so thoroughly.

His hands tangled in my hair and he pulled back to look down at me with squinted blue eyes that shone like diamonds in the moonlight.

“You sure about this, Tessa?” Ron’s voice trembled slightly, eagerness making him lose his firm grip on his control.

I stared at him blankly for a moment, not sure what he was asking me.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“If I take you to my room, I’m going to fuck you, Tessa. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, please.” A simple answer but all I could think of to say at that point. I couldn’t believe how far I was taking this, and I felt brave for once in my life for not backing out.

Then again, I hadn’t exactly planned to sleep with him tonight, but I’d planned to have sex with one of them, at some point. I might as well start with him. It was Wednesday, his day, so I’d make the most of it.

“I want you, Ron. I want this. Please, don’t stop,” I murmured against his neck, eager to make him see he didn’t need to stop on my account. He leaned his head back so I could bite at his neck more, something I’d just learned I liked to do. I nibbled at his skin, tasted his cologne and his own unique taste before I sucked at each spot I bit with gentle suction. I didn’t want to leave marks, just hear him make those guttural sounds he made each time I did it.

“Whatever you want, Tessa.” He sighed and his hands pulled me in through the front door. We ran to his room and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are your brothers home?” I asked, feeling a little awkward about it.

“No, we’re alone. They’re going out to eat and then going to see a movie.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“We weren’t sure what would happen, but just in case, not assuming, but just in case, they decided to leave the house empty for a while.”

“That’s nice of them.” I paused, bit at my upper lip and then looked at him. It was ironic, when it came to the paper I wasn’t lost for words while typing, but when it came to real-life, a situation like this. I found that I was lost for words.

“You remember I’m a virgin, right?”

“Yes, I do. And if you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word.” He held my hand as I glanced around his room. Tidy, neat, full of dark masculine covers, with only a bedside lamp on.

It smelled nice, as if he’d washed the bedding and put it on before he left earlier. Something told me he probably had.

“Come here.” He pulled me close to kiss me again, and I went willingly.

I lost myself in his kiss and it wasn’t long before we fell onto the bed together. I landed on top of Ron with a gentle oof. I moved around until I straddled him and removed my top. I was certain what I wanted and what I needed was to feel his hands on me. I flung my bra off next and pulled at his sweater with eager fingers.

I desired with a hunger that I never knew that I possessed to feel his skin against mine. I needed to taste the silky-smooth expanse of his chest, his abdomen, and all the way down if he’d let me. I didn’t care if he touched me at all, what I wanted was to touch him, explore him, as quickly as I could, before he changed his mind and told me to stop.

I leaned over him, my hair a screen until he gathered it up to watch me in the soft light of the lamp.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“I’m sure, I’m just eager.” I grinned as I ran my index finger down his muscular chest. “So eager.”

He hummed happily as my hand wandered lower before it came back up. I touched his bottom lip, ran my finger over the length, before I replaced my finger with my mouth. I gathered his scent on my tongue, tasted his scent, and found he tasted delicious. Then I moved lower, down his neck, to his collar bones, where his scent seems to have pooled. I moved down his body, tasting him, feeling his skin against mine as my nipples slid down his body. My breasts felt huge smashed into his chest, and I grinned. Maybe they weren’t too small after all.

I worked my way down his muscled body, over the ridged muscles in his abdomen, grazed over his small, flat, bellybutton, and down to the plane that disappeared beneath his jeans. Thinking quickly, I questioned; did I really want to do this? I decided that I did.

I pulled the buttons free, popped the entire row free, and held my breath. I hesitated for a moment, wanting to see, waiting to see him, but still hesitating. I bit at my top lip again, and then moved the panels of his jeans apart. With my breath still held, I tucked my hand beneath him to pull his cock free from the heavy denim of his jeans.

We’d both worn jeans and a sweater, so now it wasn’t hard to get undressed. There was no zipper in a dress, or stocking to remove, just jeans and underwear.

He was strong, hard, and even his cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. I took the silky flesh in my hand and slid my hand along him, feeling powerful and filled with pleasure as he groaned. Eager for more of those groans, I moved my mouth to his thick length to flick my tongue out to taste him.

Eager to learn, I swallowed his cock, filled my mouth with his flesh as he thrust up with abandon into my throat. I gagged a little, unprepared for that, but I learned to follow his lead. Thankfully, he slowed his pace immediately.

He moved underneath me, slow and certain of how he wanted it, taking some of my control, but I enjoyed it.

My pussy was on fire with need, dripping wet, and throbbing for his touch. My nipples were aching and hard, but for now, I didn’t care. He tasted good, and the sounds he made were absolutely delicious.

I wanted to do this, to have his cock in my mouth, filling it, and I wanted to keep doing it until he came in my mouth. Ron had other ideas, though.

“No, Tessa, stop. I don’t want this to end like this. I want to fuck you,” Ron said as I felt his cock throb once in my mouth. My spit made my lips slide along his shaft in such a beautiful way, I didn’t want to stop but he was a big guy and powerful. He pulled my head up gently and then pulled me up over his body to kiss me.

He kissed me breathless, then, with a smug laugh, he rolled us over, pushing his pants off of his feet after kicking off his loafers. He leaned away, sliding a condom onto his length before he pulled my shoes, then my jeans and panties away.

Ron looked down at me, an intense look of concentration written all over his face.

“I've wanted to kiss you all night, Tessa. You are so beautiful and full of life. I pictured you just like this, beneath me, wet for me, so ready for me,” he whispered as his lips kissed down my hip bones.

I had an idea of what he had in mind, but I’d never expected him to do that. He was going to go down on me, that’s what he was going to do. I held my breath, nearly screaming with anticipation of the experience I was about to have.

Gently, his lips slid over my bare pussy, down into my glistening lips, until I lost any ability to think or anticipate. I could only cry out in pleasure as Ron began a full-frontal assault on my clit once he’d found it.

A feeling unlike anything I’d ever felt before flared to life inside of me and became a consuming fire as Ron’s expert hands spread my folds apart, to bring my clit out into the open where he could get at it more easily.

His tongue stroked up from the very edge of my pussy and then up, where his tongue circled at my clit, licked it, sucked it until shivers of pleasure shot up my stomach and straight into my brain. I gasped loud and clear while my hips pressed down into his face.

“Don’t stop, Ron, please don’t stop.” I breathed out as his tongue moved on me, driving me higher, until I wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

His tongue stabbed at my clit, flicked at it mercilessly, but I wasn’t going to beg him to stop. Not at all, I wanted more and more. The feeling of aching pleasure spread until it became difficult to breathe because I forgot how to do it. I didn’t care if I needed air but would take a breath when my body demanded it.

I looked down to see his head between my thighs and I watched as his mouth moved over me. Suddenly my thighs clamped down around his head, my body convulsed with a pleasure that was so much more than anything he’d made me feel so far, and I groaned his name, unable to stop myself as my back arched and my head went back on his pillows.

My cries of pleasure broke the silence and the sensations took hold of me, left me drifting as my body twisted and moved as it wanted to. I was lost in the absolute pleasure of it as Ron drove me on, a new one starting as the last one ended.

It felt as if I was in that euphoric state for hours but I eventually came down and the sky was still dark so it couldn’t have been too long.

Ron made a sound of satisfaction, before he moved over me and settled between my thighs. He pushed me a little further up the bed then came back to me, our bodies straining toward each other in the near darkness. My legs wrapped around his hips, and with one swift thrust I finally felt Ron inside of me, filling my completely. There was no real pain, just a little discomfort before my body adjusted and my lips pursed in an ‘O’ of wonder.

That felt so good.

He slid out of me slowly, watching my face as he did so.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered down to me, his face a mask of pleasure. “I knew you’d have a tight pussy, but fuck that is super tight.”

“Virgin. Always tight, or so I’ve heard.” I grinned up at him as he started to move within me, his body brushing against my own.

“Not always,” he muttered, but I let it go.

He started a slow and gentle pace, then moved to something faster, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he knelt below me.

“How’s that, baby?” he asked as he thrust into me, gasps of pleasure the only answer I could give.

My head fell back against the pillow again as my body started to respond to him quickly. I held onto him with clenching hands as my pussy worked around him, eager to have another chance at pure bliss.

“That’s fucking beautiful, Tessa, your mouth open wide like that. I can’t wait to fill it again.” He paused as he ran a finger over my lips, his hips not stopping their thrusting. “I want to fill that beautiful mouth over and over again.”

His words drove me on, sending me even deeper as he watched me for any sign that he could let go. I opened my eyes, looked up at him with a dazed expression, but smiled when his face changed, became rapturous, and his body stopped moving. Watching him was amazing and made me clench around him again just as hard as when I came around him.

How was it possible for the pleasure of someone else to fill you with so much joy? I couldn’t help but wonder. Ron moved away from me, removed his condom before he pulled me to his fascinating body as he kissed the back of my neck. Even though I was sweaty, I thought with a happy, lazy smile.

I knew this wasn’t going to be our only encounter, and I couldn’t wait for next time. There was something special about the journey that I was embarking on, and I didn’t want it to stop. I knew that from the moment I started texting the guys that this was where it would end up. I understood what Grandma meant about having fun; I’d thought that it was silly to think of sex as fun. I was being old fashioned for thinking that it was something I should treasure like a jewel, a precious stone. Something that I shouldn’t give away so easily, but after tonight I felt like a woman for the first time in my life. No, a lady.

It was crazy, but I’d made myself come so many times with my hands in between my legs. But there was nothing more exciting then someone giving you that pleasure.

I realized what Dad had said about being part of the action and being part of what was reported on; it was more than sitting in a room and watching videos online or even reading books. To fully understand and want the reader to know the truth meant being part of the action.

I’d spent weeks reading about polygamous relationships, and I thought that I understood what it meant, but the last few weeks getting involved with the guys that I’d been sexting, took this whole experience to a whole new level.

Tonight had opened a pandora box. I wanted to know what it would be like to have pleasure given to me not just tonight but every day of the week. After all, I was getting daily sexts; now I wanted to know what it would be like to get daily sex by each of them.