I told you my parents would adore you, CJ texted.
What did they say? I asked in a text response.
Well, my mom said you are delightful. Honestly never even heard her use that word before.
Tell her I said she’s delightful too! Your dad give you any more lectures about my age?
No, CJ answered. He just said you seem like a 22-year-old with 16-year-old skin. LOL
Well, YOU are the one who commissioned that dress. Had to know my “skin” was gonna be on display up top. Hahahaha
I make no apologies, CJ texted, attaching a smiling face emoji. Got plans for Sunday?
My dad usually likes to take me to brunch, but I can cancel.
No, CJ replied. I wouldn’t want to mess that up. Maybe see you after?
Sure!!
I like that CJ showed respect for my dad’s time with me, but it wasn’t fun having to wait a few days to see him again. CJ had told his family that we were “serious”. Why he might have made it a point to tell me that turned me inside out. Of course, I had imagined a real relationship with CJ, but I had been reluctant to gather any feelings around it. Blowjobs are a powerful thing, I laughed to myself.
After my Sunday brunch with Daddy, I drove over to CJ’s house. When I pulled up, CJ was talking to another guy by his car. As requested, I wore the camouflage leggings, tank and boots. I had been a little nervous about whatever activity CJ had planned. But I trusted him completely.
“Heather, this is Beard,” CJ introduced.
“Hey, Heather!” Beard beamed, offering me a hug. “Really great to meet you!”
“He’s a hugger. I should have warned you,” CJ laughed.
Beard was several inches shorter than CJ but still quite a bit taller than me. Very stocky, but not fat. Both of them had on tactical shorts and boots, with dry-fit shirts. The other vehicle on the parking pad, a black Hummer, must have been Beard’s.
“Had to see for myself, bro!” Beard laughed. “Yep, she’s real. And hot, just like you said.”
I could tell Beard was trying to embarrass CJ, but that wasn’t likely to happen. CJ just smiled and nodded in agreement. I felt a little bit like a piece of meat, albeit delicious meat. But who can be upset about a guy referring to me as HOT? I reminded myself. I laughed and gave CJ a big kiss.
“OK, you two. Let’s get moving,” Beard commanded.
“So, where are we going?” I asked, getting into the back of Beard’s big SUV.
CJ climbed in next to me and said, “Have you ever heard of a ropes course?”
I shook my head, “No.”
“Well, it’s a lot of fun. Climbing, repelling, zip lines…” CJ started.
“REALLY dangerous stuff, Heather,” Beard added seriously.
“Don’t listen to him,” CJ laughed, reassuring me. “Beard is a licensed trainer for the course, and nobody gets hurt. We’ve got the place to ourselves today.”
It all sounded really exciting in the car. But seeing the obstacles and challenges of the course was pretty scary. I was convinced this whole thing was Beard’s idea, giving him an excuse to touch just about every inch of my body. I had never been fitted for a repelling harness, so naturally, I didn’t question it. Sure seemed like a lot of gratuitous handling of my body, though.
If grabbing my tits and ass keeps me from falling to my death, then grab away, I giggled to myself.
I loved climbing the rope ladders, using muscles I had forgotten I even had. And all the repelling was an absolute rush! I did the wall a few times, then impressed the guys by repelling down the “Hell Hole.” Without a wall to kick off, I had to control my own descent… straight down. My muscles burned, but it was so much fun!
“You know, you were right. The guys from the shop would have loved this,” I told CJ, smiling.
“Well, I thought you should do it first, without them,” CJ said. “Beard will never let anyone do something foolish out here, and I knew you’d be safe. But you really do need to be focused, and I thought you might be nervous enough without them giving you a hard time.”
“Ohhh! You are so right!” I complimented CJ.
I was starving by the time we shed all that safety gear and headed back to Beard’s car. Thankfully CJ suggested picking up some Chinese food as we made our way back to Shale Rock.
“You did great out there today, Heather!” Beard told me. “Really held your own.”
“Thank you, Beard!” I replied. “You know, CJ never told me why they call you ‘Beard’. I was expecting you to actually have a beard,” I laughed.
“Ah. It’s just a stupid—” Beard started before CJ interrupted.
“Don’t listen to him, Baby!” CJ started, laughing. “This is MY story to tell. When we were in high school, Beard—Brent—tried to grow a beard. He was so proud of it.”
“Ohhh! You exaggerate!” Beard cut in.
“No. Not exaggerating! He bragged about it. And we all told him how great it looked,” CJ went on, both of them laughing. “The thing was all blotchy and gnarly, but we kept complimenting it. And he kept growing it out. Finally, one day he pissed his girlfriend off, and she told him how stupid his beard looked.”
Beard’s face was bright red as he shook his head, remembering that moment.
“I don’t think I could be that cruel to you now, man,” CJ admitted, still laughing. “But we were pretty callus back then.”
I listened to CJ tell me the whole story, but my brain dropped a little bookmark when he called me “Baby”. He said it so casually, yet we had never used cute terms of endearment like that. CJ is a guy who chooses his words carefully, so I think that was a clever way for him to introduce me to it. It was like CJ was reading my mind when he finished his story about Beard, then took my hand in his, smiling big at me.
Beard gave me another huge hug, lifting me off the ground as he said goodbye. Once again, I got the impression that his over-the-top friendliness was a bit provocative. CJ is comfortable enough in his own skin not to give any air to the idea, though. I am fluent in the language of flirting. But maybe Beard really is that affable.
CJ and I sat at his dining room table, eating our Chinese food and recalling the events of our afternoon. I was exhausted, but I liked the workout. What a cool thing to be able to do on a Sunday afternoon, I thought.
“Swim?” I heard CJ offer, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Ohhh,” I moaned. “You read my mind, Babydoll,” blessing CJ with a smile and a sweet term of endearment of my own.
“I can get your clothes laundered while we swim, OK?”
“Oh my God,” I answered. “Yes! I was just thinking about how I wouldn’t want to put those things back on after I was out of them,” I finished, giggling.
“Maybe I can take you shopping sometime… get you some things for when you’re here.”
“Am I going to be here a lot, CJ?” I asked. I was thinking about it, so I reckoned it was time for us to both show our hands. Whatever THIS is, I want to know.
CJ finished his wine and said, “I hope so. If you’re comfortable being here.”
“Yes. Sorry. I AM comfortable here,” I tried to clarify. “I just don’t know… what…” I trailed off, shaking my head and hoping for an interruption from CJ that didn’t come. “Are we?” I started, not really sure what word to put next to “we”.
“Dating?” CJ offered soberly. “Going out? Boyfriend / Girlfriend? Sweethearts?” he finished lightheartedly.
I nodded, raising my eyebrows, validating CJ’s surmise.
“You are all I can think about. Beard and I have done that ropes course a lot. And we always have a great time. But I didn’t want to go back out there without you.”
“God, you’re so sweet!” I smiled. “I think you may have just given me a cavity!”
“I do catch myself making plans for us that aren’t always reasonable, but I know whatever I’m doing would be more enjoyable… with you.”
“So… Creighton Benson is my boyfriend now,” I joked, walking over to CJ and toasting him with my wine glass.
“To whom it may concern, yes,” he replied, standing. “My friends and family know me well enough to figure that out… without me putting that badge on you,” CJ laughed and brought his lips to mine.
CJ turned on the blue light in the pool but kept it very dim. I liked the intimacy of being in near darkness but still seeing him with a faint glow. The cool water felt so good on my muscles and skin. I decided to kick off the wall and loosen up with a few laps. I finished, panting into CJ’s arms.
I wrapped my arms and legs around CJ and let him kiss my neck and chest while my breathing returned to normal. When CJ brought his mouth to mine, I knew I didn’t want my feet to touch the bottom of the pool again. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I pulled away and looked into CJ’s eyes. “Take me… to your bed,” I said quietly.
CJ carried me to the steps, then lowered me down to walk out of the pool. I told him to give me a few minutes to shower off the chlorine and dry my hair, and then I would meet him in his bedroom.
I dried my hair quickly, letting it just fall back into its natural wave. My makeup wasn’t the biggest priority as I doubted we would be in very much light.
“No backing out this time,” I said to the girl in the mirror as she tossed her hair back and spritzed a shot of perfume on her neck.
Babydoll? Really? Is that what you’re going to call him? the girl in the mirror asked me.
“Yep. Fuck me, Babydoll!” I replied, laughing hysterically.
When I walked into CJ’s room, I found my little bag on his bed with my clothes neatly folded inside. The fireplace in CJ’s den and several candles on each side of the bed cast the only relevant light. CJ lay propped up on some pillows against the headboard of his bed. The way he was looking at me stole the air from my lungs.
I felt naked already, wearing only my swimsuit. But for some reason, taking it off in front of CJ seemed more dramatic than I had imagined. He had already seen me topless and had been inside my panties. I don’t know why I wished for it to be different.
I gave CJ a little smile as I walked flirtingly by his bed on the way to the bathroom. On the back of the bathroom door hung a terry cloth robe. I quickly pulled off my swimsuit and wrapped myself in the robe, rolling the long sleeves up to fit my arms. I brushed my teeth using CJ’s toothbrush, taking one last look in the mirror… at the virgin girl staring back at me.
My virginity. Seems so ridiculous that I care about it, I thought. I’m not “saving myself” for anybody. So why do I feel like this has to MEAN anything? Am I expecting him to tell me he loves me? Would it make a difference if I was in love with him? AM I in love with him?
“Who cares,” I whispered to the girl in the mirror. “You’ll be lucky if he even LIKES you when he finds out you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”
It’s probably going to hurt.
“So stay in here and get all misty-eyed. Keep your stupid virginity and tell CJ you’ll call him when you grow up,” I told the pathetic child looking at me.
I turned the knob, chiseled a weak smile on my face, and slowly stepped out of the bathroom. I felt my eyes betraying my lack of confidence, so I avoided looking directly at CJ’s face. He may have read my mind, or perhaps CJ is truly an intuitive person. But as soon as I began making my way back over to the bed, he righted himself and walked across the room to me.
CJ placed his hands on the sides of my face, gently lifting it, filling his eyes with me. “My beautiful girlfriend,” CJ said smiling, just before his lips met mine.
We kissed with quiet passion, letting our tongues communicate in the language only they know. CJ held onto me while the world spun out of control behind my closed eyes. When his lips left mine, and I saw CJ’s eyes still closed, I silently mouthed the words, “I love you.”
We broke our embrace, and CJ watched as I pulled the sheets back on the near side of his bed. I turned around and tilted my head back, moving my hair to rest behind my shoulders. Then I let the robe fall to the floor.
CJ leaned in and lightly kissed my lips, feeding his hungry hands on his girlfriend’s skin. I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. CJ watched as I slid my naked body under the sheet, laying in calm repose for him. It was my turn to watch him undress. Needing no encouragement from me, CJ quickly shed his T-shirt, then slid off his boxer briefs.
I memorized every detail of CJ’s body as he moved onto the bed. The sharpness of his defined arms. The smoothness of his chest and back. The confidence of his erect penis. I pulled the sheet back, bidding CJ’s naked body to join mine.
CJ’s body came to rest on top of me, comfortably sinking me into the bed. I lifted my head off the pillow, offering sweet kisses to CJ’s lips as he held himself up on his arms. In the absolute quiet, no one could hear the need driving my legs apart. The electricity between CJ and I created a brand new form of sustainable energy. There isn’t a more powerful force in the universe than the full lust of a man as he is about to enter you.
I held tightly to CJ as his cock searched for its target. When we were in perfect alignment, we broke our kiss and held each other’s gaze as CJ slowly entered me, taking me, owning my sanctimonious virginity forever.
The pain I had been expecting was much different than I had imagined. More stretching and pressure than the wounding, sharp injury I had conjured. It was enough to make the breath catch in my throat and for my hands to grip the skin on CJ’s back.
CJ wore concern all over his face while he continued to settle himself inside me. I felt one big sting for half a second, then the issue of my virginity dripped out of me. With misty eyes, I smiled and kissed CJ as our bodies joined completely.
The brief moment of painful entry was almost immediately replaced with absolute satisfaction. I felt gratitude for the design of my body as CJ fitted inside me, filled me, completed my body’s purpose. I closed my eyes to avoid spilling tears from an overflowing soul. CJ held me tight, kissing me deeply as the room spiraled around us.
Making love is an act. Sex is an act. CJ being inside me, as overwhelming and beautiful as I could have ever dreamed, was not the act. It was only the beginning. When I felt CJ’s cock retreat from inside me, the void it created and the way my body closed around him was unlike any pleasure I ever achieved in my own self-stimulation. Then the powerful pressing back in, opening that same space again, sent electric spikes through me.
I had to teach myself how to breathe again. As CJ’s cock withdrew I took lungfuls of air, only to be sharply exhaled at the next thrust into me. My own instincts drove my hips into the act, wanting more, more control, more passion, more of CJ’s cock.
Our slow act of love-making became more purposeful and deliberate. The sensitivity and sentiment of taking me for the first time was replaced with terse craving. CJ lifted up on his arms and fed his eyes on my face as he thrust his cock into me hard. I could feel the fierce desire in his panting breaths, fucking me as we had both imagined.
My body was no longer my own. It only existed for the pleasure of CJ’s cock. He wanted me. And I knew I wanted him to have me. CJ drove my body into the bed. He took long, deep thrusts into me, increasing the tempo, fucking me hard and fast.
I felt myself squeezing CJ’s cock inside in brief spasms, an orgasm building in a way I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and prepared for the wave to sweep me out to the deep… then I felt the warm, wet rush of CJ’s cum as he climaxed inside me. I held tight, pulling CJ’s body to me, keeping him inside me. My own climax was unrealized, but nothing could diminish that moment.
Gone was the little virgin high school girl. I had given it all to CJ. And it felt like I had only given him what was rightfully his already. As I held onto CJ, kissing him, I knew I had never been so happy, felt so beautiful or wanted anything more than what he had just given me.
End of Part – 7
