Page 9 of A Constant Love
“Nothing is good enough for my girl, but I tried to make it special. After all, it is a special night.”
He moved closer to me as his meaning began to sink in. We had been talking about having sex for a couple of months now, but it just never seemed like the right time.
When he mentioned his parents being out of town, I guess I hadn’t really put two and two together. Sex was a big step, and I wondered if we were ready, but as his lips found mine, my doubts began to melt away.
We had done everything BUT going all the way, and this seemed like the logical next step. Plus, it was my Jimmy. I knew it would be great.
As our kiss deepened, I felt my inhibitions falling away. This was it. This is what we had been waiting for. James Sinclair and I were officially moving into the next stage of our relationship.
Not exactly knowing how to begin, we must have laid on his bed kissing for half an hour. Both of us a little nervous to make the first move. Finally though, I decided to be bold, and I pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra.
It should have been no big deal. Jimmy had seen my tits countless times before, but this time was different. This time, the foreplay wasn’t the main event.
He stood up and removed his shirt and his pants before reaching in his nightstand to pull out an unopened box of condoms.
I pulled off my own pants while waiting for him to awkwardly figure out how to roll the rubber on. His fingers nervously fumbled with the wrapper as I anxiously waited on the bed.
When he had it securely on, he joined me on his bed, positioning himself on top of me, his cock right at my entrance.
As he began to push forward, I gasped at the sensation. Fullness at first…and then searing pain. I knew it was going to hurt, but damn, it was awful.
He continued, moving at a snail’s pace, giving me time to try to adjust. It didn’t seem to help though. All I felt was the agonizing stretching.
Once he was fully inside, I nodded my head as if telling him to keep going. Maybe once I got used to it, it wouldn’t be so bad.
But the movement made it even worse. Tears stung my eyes, and I willed them not to fall.
“Samantha, look at me. Are you okay?”
I gave a quick nod. “It just hurts…a lot.”
“Okay, well, let’s stop,” he pulled back, but I stopped him.
“No, let’s keep going. I just have to get used to it. I’m fine.”
He looked at me with doubt written all over his face.
“I swear I’m fine. Let’s just keep going.”
“Fine, but if I see tears, I’m stopping. I’m not doing this and making you cry.”
I nodded and once again tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. James continued his slow pace, and I tried to breathe through the pain.
Eventually, it began to subside some. It wasn’t ‘pleasure’ I started to feel, but it was more manageable.
After he had filled the condom and rolled off of me, I wasn’t sure how to feel.
“How was that for you?” I timidly asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders while an evil grin spread across his face.
“It was okay. But not nearly as great as what we’re about to do to you.”
My eyes glanced over to see his two best friends walking into the room.
“If you think that hurt, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
My lungs let out a scream, but no one came. I started flailing my arms and legs as hard as I could as they attempted to hold me down.