Erotic Fiction: Deflowered
Of course, the first place I would drive to with my brand-new learner’s permit was to Troy’s place. I pulled into the driveway carefully and turned off the ignition. While his parents were away on vacation for the week, his aunt stayed at the house to keep him company. Being an only child, though, he had the house to himself during the day while she was at work.
Despite stepping out of the air conditioning and out into the balmy summer air, I still had goosebumps covering my arms. We had agreed that I would come over after lunch, and we’d finally make things official between us. I was nervous, but so excited that I could hardly contain myself. We’d been together for a few months now, and I finally felt like I was ready. I wanted this done before I turned seventeen in a few weeks; I couldn’t imagine being the very last of my friends to lose their virginity.
When I made it to the front door, I knocked once — a bit too abruptly — and the door swung open seconds later.
“Hey, Erika.” Troy flashed me his bright smile, which I returned shyly as I crossed the threshold and walked into the house. Why am I feeling so shy? This is Troy!
“You good?” I asked, projecting my own nervousness onto him.
“Yeah, of course. I trust you more than I trust anyone.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Besides, I love you.”
Instantly, I felt my muscles relax and my mind clear. I loved him, too. A lot. I stepped forward to close the small gap between us and pressed a kiss to his lips, my mouth parting slightly when he returned with equal eagerness.
“Did you want something to eat, or watch TV, or—?”
“No, let’s go upstairs and hang out.” He nodded, taking my hand in his and leading me to the back of the house, where his bedroom was. Once I entered and sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers spread against the striped cream and navy blue comforter, he closed the door behind him. I noticed instantly that his house had no air conditioning. Or, at the very least, that it wasn’t turned on. His window was closed, too. So that the neighbours won’t hear us?
All of a sudden, I was hyper-aware of myself. Of the faint smell of the perfume that I spritzed on that morning. Of the lace of my bra. Of my thong between my butt cheeks. How I hoped my hair framed my face nicely, that it made me look pretty to him. The goosebumps rose across my arms again, the shivers trailing over my shoulders and down my spine. The anticipation was killing me.
“Can I kiss you again?” I asked. He chuckled, sitting beside me on the bed and pulling me into him. His mouth formed against mine and my hands immediately found their way to the back of his head, pulling him down on top of me as my back fell into a billow of blankets.
“Are you sure?” he wondered, as my fingers began to grope at the button on my shorts.
“Yes.” The response was whispered into his mouth, against his lips. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
Troy’s hands hovered over mine, moving them gently to the side and then easily unbuttoning me, unzipping me. I tilted my hips upward as he slid them down to my ankles. They got kicked off to the floor while I slipped off his basketball shorts with ease. Our shirts came off. My bra. Our underwear. He let out a long exhale and paused, his eyes lingering on each part of my body for a moment before slowly moving on to the next.
When I finally flickered my gaze away from his eyes to his dick, I saw that it was big — bigger than I had anticipated. He fumbled for the condom on his dresser, ripping it out of the package and rolling it carefully over his penis. I already felt the wetness between my legs, anticipation growing as I waited for him to push into me.
“You sure?” I nodded once, decisively. Troy leaned forward and kissed me slowly, his hand reaching between his legs to guide his dick into me. I drew in a sharp breath, the pain making me wince as he moved deeper into me. He pulled back a couple of inches before moving into me again. Troy rocked back and forth slowly for a minute or two, the pace quickening before his face scrunched up. A moment later, he relaxed.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Shit, Erika.”
