Cecilia
Was I getting it right, or was the drink playing tricks on my mind, weaving fantasies where reality should be?
The words escaped me; my mind was too tangled to formulate a coherent reply. Then he took my mouth, I accepted and gave way to his tongue, his kiss was the devourer. One of his hands went up to my right breast and pinched my nipple, which was already hard under my dress, I moaned in response. I didn't know exactly what to do so I did what I saw in the movies, I put my hand down to his pants, and over it, I squeezed his dick, it seemed big to me, he sighed and disconnected our mouths.
He had a fierce look full of desire, he attacked me again and only moved away to ask me.
"Are you sober enough to allow this?" he questioned. I said yes, but I wasn't sure if I would remember everything. But what does it matter? That's what I wanted, so I would live in that moment.
He walked away from me a little and took off the jacket he was wearing, showing his huge muscles and many tattoos, the one that caught my attention the most, I mean maybe I remembered it, was one with a star and two animals around it. I had never seen one like that, it was very beautiful. When he took off his shirt an involuntary moan came out of my mouth, I saw him smile at my admiration, he knew it was hot.
He came towards me again, pinning me to the sink.
"ax² + bx + c = 0," he whispered.
"Why are you quoting Bhaskara's formula?" I questioned without understanding.
"I needed to know if I was really in a position to have sex." He said looking me in the eyes.
It made me want so much more.
Without saying a word, he reached under my dress and pulled down my panties, I let out a little scream of surprise, then he lifted me and sat on the sink, then he moved a little away from me and opened the belt going down his pants.
And my surprise was great when I saw that he wasn't wearing underwear, my attention went straight to his big member, I was sure it would hurt a lot, but I wouldn't go back. I froze the moment I saw a stone shining on his glans, it looked like a piercing. He gently passed his hand over my entrance and smiled.
"You want me, and you're ready for me," he said. "What's wrong? Do you like what you see?"
"That didn't hurt?" I asked, not controlling my hand and running my fingers through the piercing that was embedded in his penis.
"Yes, it hurts, but your touch is making every tear shed worth it," he said with a bit of difficulty.
By surprise, he held me again, pulling me to the edge of the sink, I felt his dick pass the entrance to my vagina, I knew it was going to hurt, but until then I would enjoy every moment, his hands roamed my entire body, it was so nice to feel, I had waited so long for this when he sucked my breasts I sighed.
"You're just perfect. It seems to me that you showed up just today to save my day. I like your naive girly way," he said against the skin of my neck. I don't know how he did it, but my whole body lit up, it was hot, and it was like it was going to catch on fire.
Between kisses, he playfully passed his dick at the entrance to my vagina, up and down just sliding it, and it was driving me completely crazy.
"I don't have any illness and you?" he asked. I shook my head. "I have condoms, but now all I want is to feel all of you, with no barrier between us."
"I can take the morning-after pill," I said and he nodded. "And I certainly don't have illnesses."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Mom and he fit into me at once and I couldn't contain my scream. I screamed and dug my nails into his back, I swear I didn't want to cry, but he was stronger than me. I felt his body tense and his expression go into shock. I squeezed my eyes shut so he wouldn't see the tears come out.
"Open your eyes," he ordered and I shook my head. "Open your fucking eyes now."
I slowly opened my eyes and the tears I had been holding back for so long finally came down. I couldn't decipher what he was thinking, he just stared at me. I was already preparing myself for the dump he would give.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he asked in a calm tone, without leaving me.
"Because I didn't want you to give up," I said embarrassedly, lowering my head.
"I would never give up, maybe I would go slower, and now I'm going to taste you even more," he said.
"And why would you do that?" I asked, curious and still excited.
"Of everyone here, you were the only one who looked at me. You are an angel who crossed my path on the day I needed it most," he said and kissed my neck affectionately. "I'm not a delicate man, but I'll do my best right now. Do you want to continue?"
I looked deep into his eyes and he looked into mine, and it was as if at that moment there was a connection between the two of us, his hand went up to the back of my head and remained there, he understood in my gaze what I wanted, and began to feel move again, slowly, the burning was uncomfortable, I won't deny that I did feel pleasure, but the discomfort was even greater.
"You're perfect. I would easily get lost in that hot, tight body of yours," she whispered and started massaging my clitoris, which was already very sensitive.
I couldn't contain myself, sometimes I moaned with a little pain, and sometimes with a lot of pleasure. I started to feel pressure and I knew I would be able to cum my first time, according to what I read I didn't think that was possible, but I learned that not everything you read is what it is. I clung to him tightly, moaning loudly, he held my face and fixed his gaze on mine. It was the most sensual thing I felt.
"Give me your first orgasm angel," he said looking at me, and it was like an order because I came at that moment.
A few more thrusts and he came too, we spent a few moments panting and holding each other. When he left me, I felt a bit of the burning again and now a different emptiness.
He got up and went to get dressed again, and I tried to compose myself as much as I could but it was difficult to hide what had just happened, not to mention that I still had wobbly legs. I put on my panties and turned to the mirror, messing with his hair. He came up behind me and looked at me in the mirror, then smelled my hair and left a kiss on my neck that gave me goosebumps.
"You'd better leave first, so no one sees us," he said seriously. He seemed like another person, cold and distant. I didn't understand, but I didn't ask either.
I looked at him once again and turned to leave, the moment I reached the door handle, he grabbed my arm stopping me, so I turned to him.
"I want you to keep this so you don't forget me," he said. He pulled out a necklace that had a star pendant from inside his blouse and placed it around my neck, pushing it inside my dress. "If I weren't who I am, and I didn't have the life I have, I would love to have you in my life, and I would never let you leave here now," he said. He kissed me and told me to leave.
I left the bathroom feeling dazed and sore, but completely satisfied. I went back to the counter and ordered another drink, I couldn't believe what had just happened, I touched the necklace that was around my neck, I didn't even know its name, but it certainly marked my life.
After a few more drinks to calm my body, I called a taxi and went home. Rebeca still hadn't returned to our room, I took a shower and collapsed on the bed.
I woke up the other day with an unbearable headache, my stomach completely upset, and with only fragments of memory. When his blurry image appeared in my head, I threw myself on the bed again, feeling my body all limp. I had lost my virginity, and it had felt really good.
I didn't remember his face specifically, but the tattoo had stayed in my mind and the beautiful hair that I thought was perfect. Suddenly a flash came into my head, I covered my mouth when I remembered that he had a piercing on his penis, and the night was spent successfully.
I didn't feel bad about choosing a stranger, I'm sure it was very good because I feel destroyed. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I needed another relaxing bath.
I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel the kiss he placed on my neck. The necklace was around my neck, it was a large silver chain with a white gold star pendant.
I felt like I made a difference in his life, just like he did in mine, so much so that the memory was hanging around my neck, I would never take it off, as it brought me so much luck.
I went to my drawer and took out the pill I had planned to use with Bruno, but it didn't work.
I wanted to have more than just the necklace and the sensations to remember it by.
But maybe it had to be that way.