Losing It
Janey O'Mara
Published by Pulp Electronique
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2011 Janey O'Mara
Cover art by Andreas Gradin
Cover design by Sean O'Hara
"I don't get it," Vivian said, leaning against the wall outside Randolph Hall. "It's been over two months and he hasn't tried anything more than kissing me good-night."
Lauren laughed and puffed the last of her cigarette. "Viv," she said, blowing smoke through her nose, "step back and take a look at the boy. Kissing you good night is probably the farthest he's ever been with a girl. Some guys, you just gotta make the first move."
"I don't know how to make a move!"
Lauren stubbed her cigarette on the railing and then tossed it into the rain. "You two are a sorry pair. It's a wonder geeks ever have children."
"Fuck you."
"Come on, you're a hot geek gal. He's a ... relatively not bad looking geek guy. That should be all it takes." Lauren opened the door and stepped inside.
"It comes easy to you," Vivian said as she followed.
"No it doesn't. You've seen how long I spend getting ready to go out."
"You know what I mean. You get around a guy, you're totally relaxed."
"You're not relaxed around Ted?"
"I am, but--"
"No buts, girl. If you think he's the one, you need to do something about it. Tell you what, I'm going clubbing on Friday. I'll get some himbo to take me home, so you'll have the dorm all to yourself until at least noon on Saturday. Get Ted in there and don't let him leave without fucking you."
***
Lauren was making kissy-faces at the mirror, making sure her lipstick was on straight.
"Don't you think this is a bit much?" Vivian asked next to her. Lauren had insisted upon taking her out shopping that afternoon. They'd come back with a completely new ensemble for Vivian -- an emerald green set of bra and panties, a short black skirt and a tight red blouse. "We aren't going out or anything." Ted thought he was coming over for their standard Friday evening of TV and pizza.
"Just be glad we ran out of time, otherwise I would've taken you for a Brazilian bikini wax."
"I don't even dress up like this when Ted takes me out." She couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn makeup--senior prom, maybe?
"Hey, it's like a Christmas present. You take all that time to make sure the ribbon and bow are right even though it's all going to get torn off, right?"
"Yeah."
"This is no different." Satisfied her makeup was perfect, Lauren stepped away from the mirror and grabbed her jacket. "Just make sure he unwraps the present." She slapped Vivian's ass. "If you're still a virgin when I get back, I swear I'll take you to a frat party and tell everyone you're looking to be gang-banged." She opened the door and stopped short. "And speak of the devil."
Lauren stepped aside so Ted could come in.
"You were talking about me?" he asked.
"Just telling Viv all the dirty things I'd do if I had a hot piece of ass like you." Lauren gave him a lascivious wink. "You kids have fun."
As the door shut, Ted turned to Vivian and blinked in surprise, seeing her ensemble for the first time. "Oh, I thought we were staying in to watch Stargate: Armada."
"We are." Well, they were staying in. And maybe they'd catch the midnight reshowing of Stargate. "But I felt like dressing up."
"Really? That's weird. One of those woman things?"
Vivian stifled a sigh. "I thought you'd like it. But if not, I could change back to jeans and a T-shirt."
"No, I do like it." He eyed her, his eyes lingering on her bosom--she had to admit that Lauren's choice of bra did wonders for her bust. Well, if I'm going to take charge, I might as well take charge. She stepped towards him until their bodies were almost touching.
"How much do you like it?"
"A-a lot." She felt his breath on her forehead when he spoke.
"Really?" Her heart was beating fast. This is it, she thought. I'm really going to go through with it.
He leaned in and their lips met. It was an awkward kiss--neither of them had much practice beyond quick pecks at the end of their dates--and when they parted, they both had saliva running down their chins.
"Wow," he said.
"Wow," she agreed. Her legs were trembling so much she had to sit down on her bed. For a moment she was afraid Ted would take the blue plastic chair next to the bed where he normally sat on their TV nights, but he sat next to her.
She looked through the dirt-speckled lenses of his glasses at his sea-green eyes. There was such intelligence back there, the bright gleam of constant curiosity. She wondered what he was thinking about right now. Probabilistic curves of his chances of getting laid tonight? A Fourier series that would give her maximum pleasure. He treated everything as math.
He kissed her again, and he showed marked improvement already. He took her lower lip between his and pulled on it while a hand brushed her hair back from her neck. His hand came to rest on her shoulder and gently pushed her back onto the bed, rolling on top of her in one fluid move. They lay like that for several minutes, doing nothing but kissing. His pelvis lay against her thigh, and she could feel his cock growing inside his jeans. It felt enormous, but she had no point of comparison other than a few porn videos she'd looked at to satiate her curiosity.
Ted kissed her chin, then her neck, spending several minutes sucking at the skin there. I'm going to have a hickey! The thought excited her. She'd always felt it trashy when women walked around with visible hickies, but she knew that was largely jealousy. Now she'd be able to go out with the little love-bruises as a sign that she'd finally been laid, thank you very much.
Ted's mouth continued to drift lower, and she prepared the way by unbuttoning her blouse. Her nipples grew hard as he approached and began to jut through the lace of her bra. Ted tried to kiss one through the fabric, saliva soaking through even as the pressure of his lips forced a moan from Vivian's lips. He fumbled with the bra, managing to pull it down enough to gain direct access to her nipples. The straps dug into her skin, but she was enjoying what he was doing too much to move and undo the clasp. Her neck arched back until she was staring at the wall behind her. She ran her hands through his hair--not that there was much to run through, he kept it so short, but she enjoyed the feel of it between her fingers.
Ted's hips gently ground against her thighs. At first she didn't notice, but he gradually picked up speed and soft moaning sounds started coming from his throat. Her first instinct was to giggle--He's humping my leg like a dog--but that would've broken the mood so she stifled the laugh. Plus, she realized, she was the one getting all the attention so far. That was hardly fair. What if he decides I'm a bad lay because I just lie here expecting him to do all the work? She almost wished Lauren was here to give advice. No, that was silly. She could just imagine her roommate giving her instructions. "No, no, lean forward and spread your legs. Raise your ass higher." If she was going to give Ted a good time, she had to figure it out herself.
Well, guys all seemed to like blowjobs, and one of the porn videos she'd seen had featured an extended scene of oral sex. It looked simple enough. And Ted lacked any experience, so he wouldn't know if she was good or bad. As long as he came in the end, he should be happy. Oh, there was the thing. She'd heard conflicting reports about cum. Lauren claimed to like the taste, but Vivian had had a friend in high school who said it tasted like dish detergent, and she'd heard some sorority girls have an extensive discussion on the subject of how disgusting semen was when it got on you. There was only one way to find out.
She put her hands on Ted's shoulders and pushed him off her.
"Am I doing it wrong?" he asked, and she realized he was just as self-conscious about his performance as she was about hers.
"You're doing it great, but I think you deserve a turn. Take your pants off."
As he obeyed, kicking off his shoes and sloughing out of his jeans, she slipped onto the floor next to the bed. She urged his knees apart so she could place herself in between.
She found herself staring at his cock, a thick, meaty sausage with a rough texture like unshaped clay, except for the smooth pink cap on the end, which, she saw, was covered in a glistening clear fluid. It was quite a different experience having it in her face instead of on a computer screen, and for a moment she wasn't sure what to do. Then, trepidatiously she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. She'd always heard people talk about dicks in terms of hardness, but that wasn't right. It was stiff, certainly, but it was more like an over-inflated inner-tube than anything. She grasped it around the base, her fingers not quite able to fully encircle it, and slid her hand forward. Ted had been circumcised, she was relieved to find, but there was still some excess skin on the shaft that shifted when she stroked his cock.
Beneath the shaft was a bulbous, wrinkled protuberance covered with sparse, scraggly hair. Lifting the penis up while continuing to stroke it, Vivian leaned in and licked at his balls. They had the salty taste of perspiration. This skin, too, was loose, and when she sucked on it, it stretched like taffy. She didn't know if this was normal, but Ted didn't seem to mind. She continued to suck on it, taking one of his balls into her mouth.
Then she kissed the base of his cock working her way up the length of the shaft. As she neared the tip, she noticed it was growing dark red, almost violet. Then his dick grew taut in her hand and relaxed and something came flying at her face. Vivian flinched and closed her eyes in time to avoid a gob of semen landing in her eye. She was amazed at how warm it felt, though within seconds it had cooled to room temperature and was beginning to slide down her cheek.
When she opened her eyes again, Ted was kneeling on the floor next to her. "I'm so sorry. I thought I could last longer than that. I've gone twenty minutes while masturbating, but it's totally different when someone else is doing it and I couldn't control myself."
There was a bit of cum hanging from Vivian's eyelashes and she felt herself going cross-eyed looking at it. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, leaving a slick trail that reminded her of the times she'd gotten bits of clear nail polish on her skin.
She kissed Ted then said, "It's all right. First times are supposed to be like this." Lauren had told her, "If your first time is merely embarrassing, you're doing well. The bad news is it'll hurt like hell for you, but the good news is that he'll blast off in under a minute." But they hadn't even gotten that far yet. Ted's cock was already shriveling up in a way that reminded her of Gonzo's nose from the Muppets. She bopped him on the nose, "You just have to make up for it the second time."
He perked up. "There'll be a second time?"
Well, strictly speaking, there hadn't been a first yet. Half, maybe. But she didn't want to make him feel inadequate, so she said, "As soon as Stargate's over."
***
They watch the show while spooning on the bed. They hadn't bothered dressing, which left Vivian topless and Ted bottomless, and he spent every commercial break playing with her breasts.
The episode turned out to be a sexy one where a mysterious alien device caused crew members to swap bodies, creating several bizarre sexual situations. Captain Greene had sex with Dr. Nguyen, not realizing it was actually Commander Torres in the doc's body. The already complicated love-triangle between Ensigns Han, Fadil and Lt. Hayashi became even more complex when Fadil-in-Hayashi's-body seduced Han, simultaneously fulfilling her desire to boff his brains out and realizing that he truly loved Fadil. And of course Lt. Pallavi took the opportunity to fuck everyone she could, which was pretty much what she did in every episode, except this time she was able to fuck her own body (possessed by Dr. Nguyen) while in Commander Torres' body.
By the time the show ended, Vivian was turned on, as much by the antics on screen as Ted's constant fondling of her breasts, and she could tell from the the meaty shaft pressing into her back that Ted was feeling the same way.
"Ready for that last step," she asked, rolling over to face him.
"I think so." He brushed back a lock of hair that had draped itself across her nose.
They snuggled close and kissed, Ted's hands roaming up and down her back. She reached down and stroked his manhood, trying to imagine what it'd be like to have its thick, beefy length in her pussy. The mere thought sent a shiver through her and she whispered in Ted's ear, "I want you to fuck me."
He needed no further persuasion. As soon as she slid out of the skirt and panties, he lifted himself on top of her. This was one of the moments she'd been dreading -- not the pain of that first penetration (though she wasn't looking forward to that either), but the awkward fumbling as he tried to figure out how to enter her. He held himself over her, poised like a man doing pushups, and tried to thrust his cock into her by simply moving his pelvis, but it kept missing the target. Finally he had to balance himself on one arm while his free hand positioned his dick against her pussy lips. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally managed to get it in place, and slid forward.
He'd barely moved when Vivian let out a shocked gasp as his cock head pressed against her hymen. Ted stopped, a worried look on his face.
"No, keep going," she assured him, "just take it slow."
He did as she bade and she felt a sharp pain as the hymen stretched, pulling at her pussy wall. She bit down on her lip to stifle a cry, afraid Ted would stop if he realized how much it hurt. Then, suddenly the pain subsided (though it didn't entirely fade) and Ted thrust into her unobstructed.
His hands pressed into the bed on either side of her neck, rising up like pillars. He's still wearing his shirt, she realized. This seemed ridiculous -- she'd imagined many scenarios for her first time, and they always involved the man being completely naked. She didn't want to interrupt Ted and settled for sliding her hands under his shirt. He wasn't a muscular sort at all, but he had good strong shoulders and a tight ass, all of which she caressed now.
He fucked her with long powerful thrusts, pausing after each one as he withdrew for the next. Each one brought her a modicum of pleasure, but the fitful pace kept her from building to orgasm. From the expression on his face, Vivian thought he was fighting to keep himself from cumming prematurely, and while she appreciated the thought, she would've preferred if he'd set a more natural pace. After just a minute of intercourse she couldn't stand it any longer. She bent her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed, and used this leverage to thrust her own hips to meet his, setting a more salubrious pace.
Immediately pleasure rippled outwards from her genitals, a warm fire kindling in her belly -- but before it could do more than smolder, Ted gasped sharply, his whole body shuddering. He stopped moving and held himself taut for a moment before collapsing onto her.
"I'm sorry," he said when his breath returned. "I really tried to make it last, but I just couldn't hold back. It's not like masturbation at all. It's not even like a blowjob."
"No," Vivian agreed, it wasn't. "but I'm sure you'll improve with practice."
***
She was right. By the time they went to sleep, he'd managed to last five whole minutes, and he'd made her cum twice with his tongue.
"It's a start," Lauren told her over lunch the next day. "And, hey, he actually cares that he's doing a bad job. You wouldn't believe the number of guys who don't give a shit as long as they get to drop a load of cum in your pussy. Believe me, the best lovers are the guys who want to get better."
She was right.
THE END