Page 23 of A Real Goode Time

And I enjoyed every single one.

Even the one where he was seconds from putting himself inside me and I told him I was a virgin, and things got awkward. I woke up from that one, panicking, knowing I couldn’t let anything happen between us because having to admit to him that I was a virgin would be mortifying beyond belief.

So…nope. Nothing was happening here.

I’d go to Alaska as planned, and would arrive in Alaska a virgin. Rhys wouldnotbe deflowering me.

I made myself a vow, promising myself I wouldn’t let him or anyone else have my virginity right now. I just needed to get to Alaska. That’s all I had to do.

Simple, right?

4

Rhys

Igot no sleep that night. I lay awake on the bed, listening to the soft breathing and occasional snorts and snores from Torie. Again and again, my idiot sex-obsessed brain conjured up images of Torie.

The moment she took off her sweatshirt, in particular, was etched indelibly on my brain. Every inch of her upper torso had been all but visible beneath her wet T-shirt.

Being a heterosexual male without a significant other, or regular access to sex, I had, of course, spent maybe more time than necessary online looking at photos and videos of nude and partially nude women…and, ironically, a wet T-shirt was one of my favorite things. And goodgoddid Torie fulfill that particular fantasy for me. I meanshit, the way her tits sloped downward before tilting up and the plump thick long nipples? Small in size, perhaps, but perfect in shape. And I’ve always just personally liked smaller breasts. Call me weird if you want, but it’s my thing.

And hers are…just fuckin’ perfect.

In non-tit related news, I’d smoked pot.

It was fun, and I’d probably be willing to try it again, but it’s not something I could see myself getting obsessed with, or addicted to. It was nice to be able to turn my brain off, though, that was for sure.

Except it had also turned off my filters, and I’d said some shit I probably shouldn’t have.

For example, that I really wanted to see Torie naked.

I bet the rest of her body was just as perfect—slim, slender, tight. Her ass in those sweatpants was…crazy making. Taut and round and high, with mile-long legs and hips just curvy enough to make my dick hard every time I saw her from behind. If I could get just one look at her in the full nude, I’d probably come in my pants…like I had the first time Shania had touched me.

I hadn’t shared that particular detail. I’d been fourteen and had basically just discovered masturbation, which meant I was jerking off furiously every chance I got, and could summon the ability to ejaculate from the simplest of visual stimuli—like Shania on the roof of her trailer in a bikini, sunbathing. Or the partial glimpse I’d occasionally get of her through the bathroom window as she took a shower. I could see just enough to make out the outline of her tits, but couldn’t see her clearly, and it was enough to drive me fuckin’ nuts. Then, one day she’d shut off the TV, looked at me for a second, and had peeled off her shirt. She’d been wearing a bra, and I remember it in detail. White, lacy, pushup—which even at sixteen she hadn’t really needed, I realize looking back—it had clearly been a hand-me-down, stained, with sagging underwire and a safety pin holding one strap in place. She’d kept her eyes on me, looked me dead in the eyes as she reached behind herself and unhooked that old bra, and I’d gotten my first live and in person look at teenage female breasts on a girl who wasn’t my sister.

My cock had gone ramrod stiff in a split second, and the moment she’d put her hand down my pants, I’d shot my load. Embarrassing as hell. Shania had been sweet about it, though, and hadn’t made me feel bad. Instead, she’d let me play with her boobs until I was ready again, and that had been the real start of things.

God, why was I thinking about Shania?

Probably because I hadn’t felt about anyone the way I had about her. Until I met Torie.

And my feelings for Torie, as early as it was to be thinking about feelings, were those of an adult, not a horny teenage boy with his first crush. What had me wigging out was how strong my feelings were, both my physical reactions and emotional connection.

I wanted to see all of Torie in the worst fucking way, wanted to touch her, kiss her, make her scream my name. Get her on her hands and knees in my bed and fuck her from behind until we were both unable to come anymore.

I wanted her mouth on my cock and her pussy under my tongue.

I sat up on the bed and scrubbed my face, groaning in annoyance at myself.

It wasn’t going to happen.

She was going to Alaska.

In all likelihood, I would never see her again.

So I just needed to get her out of my system, and stop thinking about her.

My cock did not agree. It was hard as a rock, and I’d been fighting this damned erection for hours. Trying to ignore it, to get it to subside. But every time I thought about Torie, I’d see her in that wet T-shirt with her fat little nipples poking against the sheer cotton and my cock would go aching and huge all over again.