Page 24 of F*ckin’ With Me

A Little Earlier . . .

“Alright, I know you’re shy by nature, but you can’t be shy with this shit. I need you to dig into your confidence bag and bring all that shit out, even if for tonight, for now. If you are going to be shy acting, it needs to be a sexy ploy,” Rissa said.

For the last hour and a half, she walked me through different sexual things.

Some, I’d read about, and others, I’d seen in porn.

I was sure our butler thought we were crazy when he walked in on us with cucumbers in our mouths.

I was mildly embarrassed, but Rissa kept sucking as she pointed out where to place the food we ordered for the special night.

My shoulders lifted with the deep breath that I took. “Okay, I got it. Confidence and sexiness are a must. What should I wear?”

The devious smile that eclipsed her face brought me pause. I’m in trouble. “Oh, I got you covered, love.”

She rushed off to the bedroom. I closed my eyes because I felt like I needed to be surprised.

When she told me to open them, I hesitated.

My eyes opened and continued to expand once I saw the laced fabric in her hands.

I took whatever it was from her. I lifted the two-piece set. “Rissa, where is the rest of it?”

I held up what I thought was underwear, but they couldn’t have been. The fabric that covered your butt and vagina was nonexistent. The top part that looked like a little baby doll dress was lace. Oh, and the outfit was yellow. It was proven that weekend that yellow was my color.

Rissa took the panties from my hand. “Simonette, these are what you call crotchless panties. They allow men to have sex with you without taking them off.” She picked up something from the table. “These are pasties. They go over your nipples.”

I looked down at my shirt. Pasties! “Rissa, I might as well be naked.”

“That’s certainly an option. You could just wear pasties and panties. Oh, that would be sexy as fuck.” She did a jump with a shimmy.

My hands and head competed on how hard they could shake. “No, no! I’ll wear the lace thingy over it and the pasties.”

She clapped her hands. “Let’s get you ready. I’m thinking curly for the hair.”

Back To The Present . . .

Daylen’s reaction to my outfit made me feel amazing. I was a little bummed that he dropped the food. I could have eaten that later. I kept reminding my confidence to stand tall, and so far, it worked. I loved the way his hands felt on my body. My booty fit in his hands perfectly.

I wanted to give my virginity away on my terms. What better place to give it to someone that I felt was worthy of receiving it? It seemed like it was too soon to want to have sex with Daylen, but I didn’t think so. All that mattered at the end of the day was what I thought.

“Sim, I’m not about to fuck you in this shower. As much as I would like that, you’re not even ready to imagine that shit.” Daylen’s eyes didn’t match his words as they roamed my naked body.

My confidence was in overdrive. It needed to be for what was about to roll off my tongue. “I don’t want you to fuck me. I want to suck your dick.”

His eyes tightened, and his head tilted. A perplexed expression rested on his face. “Sim, what the fuck did you just say? Have you ever sucked a dick?”

I stepped all the way into the shower. Confidence, don’t fail me now. “No, but it’s a night of firsts.”

I walked over, put my hand on his chest, then pushed his back onto the wall.

I got the courage to look down at his penis—no, dick, finally.

You have to say dick, Simonette. Well, his dick was a lot bigger than the cucumber that I practiced on.

Okay, drop to your knees before he can say anything.

I slowly dropped to my knees without breaking eye contact.

“Simonette, you don’t have to do this, love. We can take this as slow as we need to. I’ll be alright if you don’t, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured me.

I heard what he said, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to please him like he pleased me the other night.

Confidence and sexiness. My hand jacked his dick after it wrapped around it.

When it hardened more and grew, my mind was blown.

It was like a hot dog that plumped when you cooked it.

Only it was a dick that plumped when he got more aroused.

I swallowed deeply. My hand continued to move back and forth on his dick. I looked up then said, “It seems like your dick might not be alright if I don’t.”

Just go for it! I allowed saliva to fill my mouth like I was taught before I opened my mouth and put his dick in it. Make sure the suction is strong, like sucking a thick milkshake through a straw. I felt my cheeks cave in.

“Fuck, Sim!” His hand went to the back of my head and gripped my hair. “Good girl. I don’t feel any teeth.”

That made me smile while I sucked. Rissa said that was one of the most important things.

I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t get as much of him into my mouth as I wanted.

Just try! What’s the worst that could happen?

” I pushed him further into my mouth and discovered what the worst was.

I pulled back quickly when I gagged and felt like I would throw up.

“Damn, baby, you okay?” The amusement in his tone couldn’t be hidden. “Stop trying to act like you’ve been sucking dick all your life and this is your first time. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

I knew he was right, but some wind still left my sail. I took a second to get it together, then I wrapped my lips back around Daylen’s dick. Thumb in fist. I gagged again, but I caught it before I had to stop.

“Yeah, just like that, Sim. Good girl,” Daylen complimented. I liked it when he said good girl.

The hand that wasn’t on my head, he placed on my cheek.

He held my head in place, then slowly thrust his hips forward.

It was a completely different feeling, but I liked it.

Was that what the girls in the books felt?

For the next few minutes, he thrust into my mouth.

I didn’t remember to massage his balls that time, but I would remember when I did it again.

It was like I blinked my eyes, and I was on the bed. I probably should have just waited for him to finish in the shower so he could enjoy my little outfit more. My body shivered as he rubbed my favorite body butter on my legs. He still had his towel wrapped around his waist.

“Simonette, are you on birth control?” he asked.

I nodded my head. My cramps had always been horrible, so I’d been on birth control since I was seventeen years old. I lifted my arm then pointed at a spot. “Yes, I’m on the five-year birth control in my arm.”

“Bet. I get tested every three months. My last test was less than two weeks ago, and I’m clean. Do you want to see?” he asked.

I probably should’ve looked at it, but I didn’t feel the need to. “No, I don’t need to. I trust you.”

The weirdest part of that whole statement was that it was true. The way he took care of me, stood up for me, and fawned over me that weekend gave me a reason to trust him. After all, he was my man. I have a boyfriend!

He smiled. “If you ever want to see my test results, just let me know. Baby, you’re mine for real, so I’m not going to strap up. Is that alright?”

“Does it hurt less? I mean, that’s alright.” The impending hurt took over my mind. I knew it would hurt from everything I knew about human anatomy and everything that I’d heard.

He climbed up my body. He hovered over me for a moment before he kissed my lips. His hand spread my legs so that he could fit between them. “I can’t answer that for you, love. I’ll do everything in my power to make it hurt less.”

A moan slipped out when his fingers played with my clit. My vagina reacted, letting out a small preview of an orgasm. I extended my neck to kiss his lips again. I mumbled against his lips. “Thank you for that. I heard that it would hu—”

My words got caught in my throat at the shooting pain that shot through my vagina. My back lifted from the bed, and my arms wrapped tightly around Daylen’s neck. A small part of me hoped I wasn’t choking him. The other part of me didn’t give a flying damn.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s gonna stop hurting after a while,” Daylen told me. “It might take a few times. I won’t move until you tell me you want me to.”

He wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. “It hurt. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do it?”

“If you knew, you would anticipate it. I need you to be relaxed, baby,” he informed me. He continued to kiss me. “You ready for me to move, baby?”

I nodded my head. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I lay there. It still hurt, but it started to feel a little better after a while. He kissed down my neck, my shoulder, and his destination was my breast. My moan was loud, and my body trembled from the feeling of release.

“Yeah, let that nut go, Sim. You feel so good with your tight ass pussy,” he grumbled after a moan. He cupped his arm under my left leg then pushed it back.

I squirmed under him from the sudden intensity of the feeling of his strokes. My body felt like it was going to explode. “Oh, God! I’m going to explode, Day!”

A few strokes later, we both exploded together. It was the most euphoric feeling I’d ever felt. He didn’t pull out immediately. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, I am. You said it will be less painful the more we do it?” I asked. “I’m not saying I didn’t like it. It just hurt.”

He tittered. “You don’t have to explain yourself. Yes, eventually it won’t hurt. If it does, it will be the satisfying kind of pain.”

I wasn’t sure what satisfying pain was, but it sounded intriguing. The weekend was filled with ups and downs that needed to happen. What started as an empty favor ended with me having a real relationship with none other than Daylen Verse.