Each of us has our own story. I, in a way, am one of you. No, I wouldn’t say everything was planned or expected. No. It was just “the stars aligned” – that’s what they write in every novel, right?
I don’t remember exactly how old I was then. 23 or 24.
I lived with my parents, so I had to take public transportation to work. Crowded, full of sad people, just like me.
It was on one of those boring days that I saw him. Or rather, he noticed me first. Not a friend, not a relative.
I didn’t want to notice him from the start. Not his evening calls, not his “I like you” messages. Not that we started running into each other more and more often on the street or on the same bus. I was so consumed by my depression that the only thing I had the strength to do was lock myself in my office and stare stubbornly out the window.
It was on one of those days that he showed up. He was dressed in his usual style—shoes, pants, and a shirt. It was the same style I saw every day. Let’s call him “Will.” Let’s keep him anonymous, as we understand it.
He stood at the threshold of my already shattered life, looking at me with his green eyes and smiling.
“Do you like me?” were his first words when I walked out to meet him.
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“Well, you see, your walk, your mannerisms, even simple gestures—they’ve been turning me on for a long time. But I couldn’t admit it.” “And
has something changed now?”
“Perhaps. Now—I like you.”
“In a way, he intrigued me, but…”
“No,” was my answer.
For a month, Will continued to bombard me with all sorts of messages on social media and via text. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite—it intrigued me. He described the moment of our first intercourse, how and where he would touch me. There were even epithets that made me blush, but I still tried to read his messages, covering my face with my hand. Sometimes he wrote me things I, at my age, had never even suspected.
So it happened that we began spending time together time after time. He’d pick me up at work, walk with me in the park, talk about his plans for the future. I kept an eye on him out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out if he was attracted to me or if I was actually starting to like him. Realizing I couldn’t figure it out, I simply pushed the thought to the wind, or rather, to hell.
And then, one evening, When you’re seemingly planning nothing, Will asked me the same familiar question over the phone:
“Do you like me?”
And then, without thinking, I answered:
“Yes, I do. So what next?”
He didn’t expect that answer. And neither did I.
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then let’s go on a date?”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“There. The date is set.” My hand reached for the phone a couple of times, always trying to call this guy and say:
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m scared. And it’s stupid… Surprise! Congratulations, you’ve learned typical female logic. On the other hand, it was incredibly interesting…”
And here I am, standing in front of the mirror, painting my lips red. The hated red. Why? I suddenly wanted it. A couple of years after my promotion at work, makeup had become a luxury for me. Not because I was forbidden. Rather, it had become so familiar that any changes in my appearance were unnecessary.
A couple of minutes later, I’m standing at the very same bus stop where we first met. I look around. Occasionally, I glance at the clock on my phone. Even though we’d seen each other for what felt like the hundredth time today, for some reason, today in particular, my heart was pounding like crazy. Knock-knock, knock-knock… I realized that the anticipation, while intriguing, was also terrifying…
“Hi,” a familiar voice said behind me. “Have you been waiting for me for a long time?”
“Damn it!” I jumped in surprise and turned to face the guy. “Who’s scaring you so much?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Will said seriously, though his expression suggested otherwise: the corners of his lips trembled in an attempt not to smile, and a twinkle of laughter danced in his eyes. “Have you been waiting that long? Or what?”
“Just a little while ago,” I grumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “About fifteen minutes, tops. No more.”
“That’s wonderful!”
I didn’t quite understand what happened next. Will looked around and, grabbing my hand, pulled me toward him.
“So, my dear, ready for a little adventure?”
I felt my breath catch in my throat at the gesture. No one ever did that in public, and now this! Alarm bells flashed in my head: should I run headlong, citing inexperience, loyalty, or simply wanting to know the consequences, and all that… But instead, I looked up and saw his face. Green eyes with long, girlish eyelashes, a straight nose, slightly plump lips. His face was mostly clean, without a single stubble. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who’d spent at least an hour in front of the mirror. This last thought made me smile slightly and, reaching out with my other hand, touched his face.
“Of course not. Was it really for nothing that I panicked so much before this meeting?” I grinned back.
A satisfied smile spread across the guy’s face, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. He was clearly pleased with the answer.
– Amazing!..
Our “called date” didn’t last long. Or rather, it was just a date. The reason? It simply didn’t happen. It wasn’t planned. At all. Instead, Will took my hand and led me quickly through the park to the house where he lived. At least, that’s what I thought.
We walked together, holding hands. Silently. Words weren’t necessary for us now. I only occasionally glanced at his hand and thought about how it was bigger than mine. And then—it didn’t really matter.
It turned out the guy lived just two minutes from that fateful stop. So it didn’t take us long to get there.
And here I am, sitting in the living room, occasionally tapping my fingernail on the railing of the leather chair. Nerves, nerves, and anticipation were killing me instantly. I wanted to run. I really wanted to.
As part of hospitality, as Will said, a guest should first be offered a cup of tea. That guest was, of course, me. So now I’m sitting here on tenterhooks, my head racing.
“Maybe you should take a shower first?” a voice came from the kitchen.
“What?”
“A shower. Maybe you’ll take that first?”
“Ah, ahh… y-yes…” I mumbled in response.
Without waiting for the host, I eagerly headed toward the bathroom. And tried to close the door with trembling hands. “I need to calm down…” I had to turn on the water in the shower. Reaching out, I checked the temperature. “Warm. Wonderful.”
Stripping off my clothes, I carefully made my way into the shower stall, which had quickly warmed up. But I hadn’t taken into account the fact that the guy had a duplicate bathroom key, which he’d successfully used. Only he was… completely naked.
Taken aback, I crouched down, trying to cover my naked body. Without a second thought, Will came up to me and, giving me a gentle push, pressed me against the shower wall and kissed me passionately on the lips. Selflessly and sweetly.
I hadn’t expected this turn of events. My eyes were filled with surprise. I could feel the cold tile behind me. Blushing, I closed my eyes, trying to read his emotions. It just so happened that, out of inertia, I pressed my arms tighter and tighter to my chest, still intending to somehow cover myself.
Will pulled away from my lips, looking away.
“You absolutely don’t want my kisses…”
“It’s not that, it’s just… I just don’t know how to react anymore…” I crouched down again, still trying to somehow conceal my nakedness. “You see, this is all a first for me—a kiss, suddenly being naked in front of someone…” I had to raise my flushed face to him. “Perhaps I’ve been dreaming for a long time about something I can never say out loud…” I looked into his green eyes, but then looked away. The thoughts that had been swirling in my head—delirious, absurd, insane—all came crashing down at that moment. “Will… I… I’m embarrassed… And it’s not because I’m afraid, it’s just…” I looked at the young man again.
He looked away, embarrassed, involuntarily running his hand through my hair.
“I’m listening… finish…”
I bit my lower lip, gathering my thoughts.
“Will… Give me your hand…”
The young man complied, muttering something quietly.
The moment Will extended his hand, I unthinkingly pulled him toward me. Since I couldn’t stand up—due to my nakedness—I decided to pull him closer. And so, I found myself in this room, alone, naked, and with bright green eyes staring at her. I blushed even more and tried to cover my face with my hands, though it was difficult.
– Aaah… how embarrassing!… How embarrassing!…
– Shhh… Cast aside your doubts, Victoria… Will whispered softly and ran his hot flesh over my pussy, just the outside. Gently stroking my breasts and kissing her neck.
I instinctively brought my legs together and looked at him shyly.
– Sorry, this is… so… unusual…
– I understand… Just accept it, Vic…
I glanced furtively at Will.
– Accept? What exactly—accept? – Excitement was echoing in my head. My chest, which I had so diligently tried to cover, rose and fell rapidly, showing how much this situation intrigued me. But there was a problem—I couldn’t bring myself to relax. The guy forced my legs apart, holding his knees against my sides so I couldn’t close them. Then he began to gently stroke my lower body with his wet fingers.
I let out a surprised cry. Feeling myself trapped, my breathing quickened even more. Feeling Will begin to stroke me from below, I tried to pull back. But it was no use—there was a wall behind me.
Feeling a strange sensation—agitation—emerge in my lower abdomen, I bit my lip until it bled to keep from making any sounds. I was ashamed of my behavior. No one—no one!—had ever seen me like this…
A blush burned on my face. I raised my languid eyes to the guy and whispered barely audibly:
“Will… N-no…”
“Did you promise yourself to another?… Or… Don’t you love me? I won’t hurt you too much… You’ll just… Become a woman. My beloved woman… You gave me meaning in life…” the guy whispered, holding her knees with his hands, moving lower and running his wet, lewd tongue there…
“L-love me?”…
I didn’t have time to answer Will. I saw him lean toward me and look at her slyly, as if silently saying, “It doesn’t matter what happens next. Right now, in this moment, you belong to me. And only me!”
I tried to move my legs, but it was no use—this time the guy held my knees tightly.
He confidently moved his tongue inside me, occasionally looking up, as if asking, “Does it hurt? Does it feel good?”…
A strange warmth spread through my body. I breathed heavily, my blue, half-open eyes never leaving Will’s. What was he doing to me?
I didn’t know what I wanted next. But there was something—something I didn’t yet know. Something unattainable, something desirable, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly.
The excitement in my pit of my stomach grew with each passing second. It was like hunger. But a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied so easily.
– …W-will… What are you… doing… to me…
– Just relax and give in to love… A perverted and vulgar love that will seal our souls. Two souls in union… Ahhh…” The guy exhaled quietly, attacking the pussy below with renewed vigor, savoring the virginal sweetness of the flesh.
I closed my eyes.
Finally, I decided to trust Will’s words—to relax. When I leaned back slightly, I noticed a triumphant gleam in his eyes.
What a devil!
Jerking forward, I managed to grab Will by the hair and pull him toward me, distracting him from his “interesting” activity.
“Dear sir…” I began in a worried voice. “How long do you plan to torment an innocent girl?” And, without waiting for an answer, I timidly touched his lips.
He kissed me, but he wasn’t short on attention below either. His left hand gently inserted his index finger inside her.
I sighed convulsively. Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair.
“I want it! I want it! I want him, I want him!” pounded in my temples. I didn’t want to say it out loud, otherwise it would be like surrendering. All my thoughts were focused on Will…
“When the time comes, please don’t look at me…” I whispered against his lips. “I’ll close my eyes… Will that be enough?” he whispered softly, smiling tenderly and sincerely. He drew me into the kiss again, increasing the intensity of his hand movements.
“Yes…” was all I could manage, giving in to the young man’s caresses.
I felt good. So good that my head began to spin with pleasure, and I moaned. I had to bury my face in Will’s shoulder.
“Are you stretched enough… Are you ready?”
I opened my eyes with difficulty and, sighing again, looked at him with half-closed blue eyes.
“How much pain will it be?”
“Tolerable and not for long… I will literally heal your wound. With time, it won’t hurt…”
After a slight hesitation, I cautiously spread my legs. I was scared. So scared that my heart in my chest quickened its pace with each passing moment. Looking into the young man’s green eyes, I saw no lust. I saw only tenderness and desire—that’s what gave me the opportunity to calm down a little.
“Just…” I whispered, “just be with me… more tenderly…” With these words, I touched his lips again.
Will understood perfectly well what the first time meant to me. And so, he quietly breathed out three words:
“I will be gentle…” and his hard, cold, but tense flesh carefully entered, depriving me of the most important thing that made me an innocent flower, transforming me from a girl into a woman.
Out of inertia, I arched up to meet him and, to keep from screaming, buried my face in his shoulder, biting until it bled.
This wasn’t quite what they wrote about in love books…
I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that welled up from the pain.
I tried to breathe deeply. Inhale, exhale. Once again…
I didn’t even notice how I’d bitten Will until he bled until I tasted the salty tang of blood on my lips.
He was inside her. I could feel it. Inside, beyond the pain, I felt heat. His heat. In that moment, they finally became one. And his blood acted on her like a drug. Her personal drug.
I felt Will’s body tense. He understood that he had just caused me pain. Pain that only he has the right to. Always. Here. Now.
Finding the strength, I raised my head and looked him in the eyes.
“Will… I… I’m okay…” I whispered against his lips, though tears welled in my eyes.
His mind suddenly clouded over, and his pupils dilated. The bite had affected him in a different way. “And then—” he entered her completely, breathing heavily against her neck. Licking the woman’s carotid artery, now—his and only his—Will began intense, smooth movements, growling softly…
At first it hurt, but then, feeling his quickened breath on my neck, feeling his smooth movements inside me, the pain gradually began to give way to pleasure. I touched his face with my palms, giving in to a sudden urge to bite his lower lip, to taste his blood again.
“William…” I only moaned.
I couldn’t tell him “I love you” directly. I could only give myself to him completely. With all my senses, my heart, my soul…
Yes, my soul. This was my true desire, hidden behind a mask of indifference and aloofness…
Feeling the young man gradually quicken his pace, realizing that I liked it, I followed his example and began to reciprocate. I began moving toward him, occasionally calling out his name.
The young man growled softly, giving in to passionate rage… The bite was light but slightly painful, which intensified the adrenaline rush in his blood. The guy wrapped his arms around my shoulders, removing his hands from my breasts, and thrust as deeply as he could. I took his cock as far as I could, desperately squeezing the muscles of my uterus and perineum. He had to desperately “take his own” because, without realizing it, I had chosen the path of least resistance, which made me even more sensitive. After all, the thin walls of my perineum tightly gripped the young man’s penis, allowing me to feel every vein.
Everything inside me was ablaze. I felt him going deeper and deeper, desiring me with even greater passion.
He growled. This, although I didn’t realize it myself, inflamed me even more.
I arched towards him. As far as I could. I felt it wouldn’t last. The arousal rising from my lower abdomen spread throughout my body, giving her a feeling of relaxation, desire, and… euphoria. Instinctively, I lifted my legs and, wrapping them around the young man’s body, pressed myself even closer.
“Will… I… I… more…”
Instead of answering, Will let out a soft cry as his scorching seed abruptly pierced me, and he could do nothing but move closer, press himself against her, and empty himself… Euphoria and nirvana spread through his body. He almost fell into instant oblivion.
“I… I love you…” he whispered softly.
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