Page 31 of Hitting the Goal Line
I roll my eyes. I think I know why they would tell her that, because they wanted to make Sophia jealous, but I keep that thought process to myself.
“All lies. The furthest I’ve gone is third base.”
“How is that possible?” she asks, shaking her head. “You date a new girl every month.”
Noteverymonth, but that’s moot point.
I shrug. “None of them felt right.”
“If you’re lying to me right now, so that I can give you my virginity, I swear to go I will never talk to you again,” she lets out, sounding like she’s ready cry and punch me at the same time.
I slide my hand down her neck until I reach her chest and place my hand over her heart. Taking her hand, I place it on the same location on my chest.
“I swear on my heart and on yours, that I’m not lying to you.”
And I’m not. None of the girls that I’ve been with have felt right. At one point I tried to view sex as just that, sex, but it felt wrong for some reason. It felt wrong to use the girls that I dated, to cross something of a list of things to do before college. Sure, I’ve done other things but never have gone all the way.
Right now, with Sophia, though, it feels different. It doesn’t feel like I’m just crossing something off a list. It feels like it’s more. Like its life changing.
Sophia leans down and places a kiss on my lips. Sealing my words. Our bodies fall back and we continue to kiss until we are both panting out and needing more.
We move on to the next part of our night, in what feels like slow motion. Both of us just trying to take in the moment.
I watch her as she gets rid of her bra and the skirt that started all of this. When she is just in her underwear, she grabs my hand and places it on the lace, letting me push the material down until she is in front me wearing nothing but my locket.
She gives me a shy smile, and tries to cover herself up, but I stop her, telling her that I want to see all of her.
When I start getting rid of the clothes, or at least what’s left of it, her eyes follow every single one of my movements.
Her eyes go wide when my cock springs out of my briefs, but when she licks her lips, I can’t help but to let out a groan as my dick aches to be touched by her. I’m rock solid and it’s all because of my best friend.
Like our kiss a few minutes ago, we come together slowly and start exploring each other’s bodies as eagerly as we can.
I kiss every single inch of Sophia’s body, wanting to savor this moment, taking my time but also be fast and quick because the anticipation of having her is becoming too damn much.
Through more kissing, we end up how we started, with her on her back and me hovering over her.
The only time I break apart from her, is to grab a condom from my wallet and slide it on. Thank God I listened to my brother and started carrying one a few months ago and changing it out every few weeks.
Once I’m back in bed, her legs are spread wide and I settle between them, ready to slide into her.
Like everything else tonight, I take my time. Sliding in her tight pussy one inch at time. My eyes stay on her face the whole time, ready to pull away if she needs me to.
Eventually I’m fully in her, and she lets out a groan is if she’s in pain.
I start pulling out, but she wraps her legs around my waist, keeping me in place.
“Give me a second,” she pants out, shifting her body a bit, getting comfortable.
“Take however long you need,” I say, as lean down and whisper in her ear.
I feel her breath against my face and her hand against my back. It’s calming, but I don’t know who she is trying to calm, me or herself.
A kiss lands on the corner of my mouth and her heel push against my ass.
“Okay, you can move. I think I can handle it,” she says, right before giving me another kiss.
“You tell me when you need me to stop, okay?” I say to her, pressing my face against her neck and giving her a small bite just behind her ear.
