Page 38 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Thirteen
Kylah
Holy guacamole.
What started out to be the second worst night in my life since my parents announced they were separating two years ago, has now turned into the most amazing night ever.
Van Gerard just gave me the first orgasm I’ve ever had from a guy. He had his fingers inside me, for heaven’s sake! I’m honestly incapable of even speaking right now. It was so incredible. I had no earthly idea how good it would feel. It’s like my body is floating out on a raft in the ocean, with the waves gently rocking me into a state of transcendental peace.
I’ve wanted this to happen for what seems like forever. Yet I never imagined it would feel this perfect. And now it’s my turn to bestow the same type of attention on Van.
Truth time. I’m scared shitless that Van will laugh at me because of my inexperience. No matter how much advice my sister gave me on what to do when this moment arrived, I honestly don’t even know where to start. How do I do it? Do I just tell him, “Hey, whip out your dick so I can fondle you.”? Or am I supposed to be all Double-O-Seven stealthy, acting like it’s no big thing and work my way into his pants?
Just great. I have no idea.
I bite down on my lip, probably hard enough to draw blood, as I lean up on my elbows and look into Van’s eyes. They are a dark gray, his lashes fanning out in his desire-laden gaze. His hair is still damp from the shower. And oh my God...when he opened the door wearing only his towel, I thought I was going to faint.
His body is a chiseled piece of artwork. I used to scoff when my brother and his friends would make crude comments about how girls “creamed their pants” over them...but now I totally understand the euphemism. The moment I noticed his practically naked body, my hormones went on a total bender. I was insta-wet.
Leading me right up to this defining moment in my newly born sex life. I’m about to touch Van’s perfectly sculpted body. Considering I’m still completely dressed, I make the decision to leave his shirt where it is, even though I’m dying to smooth my hands over his incredible pecs. Instead, I reach down to his shorts, which are the elastic-banded basketball shorts, and start to tug the waistband down. I’m startled when Van’s own, very large mitts, grasp hold of mine to stop my progression.
I blink up at him inquisitively. Did I do something wrong already? Leave it to me to fumble before I even get started. His face holds a mixture of mild amusement, lust and concern. A heady combination, if you ask me.
“You don’t have to, Ky.”
He just broke the sexiness-meter. Never in my life would I have expected a star basketball player to be this thoughtful and considerate of me. If there was any possibility that I could like him any more than I do already, now’s the moment.
I stretch my body up toward him and touch my lips firmly to his. He has a large mouth where I can get lost in its pleasures. Pulling back, I give him a coy smile.
“But I want to. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.”
He blows out a sigh of relief. “God...me, too.”
I take that as a good sign and all the approval I need to continue my journey. He helps things along by lifting his hips and slides his shorts down past his knees, kicking them off so they land on the floor next to my discarded tights.
I’m sure I look like an idiot right now, as I stare doe-eyed at his package. His very, large and imposing package. I’m a little shell shocked. My mouth goes dry from the sight of it. His very thick and big erection stands straight at attention, reaching up as if it’s trying to touch his belly button.
Now keep in mind, I’ve never seen a penis up close and personal. I may or may not have pulled up some dick pics on Tumblr once, maybe twice, just to get an idea of what they look like. But Van’s cock puts the one’s I’ve seen to shame.
I’m so enthralled by the beauty of his appendage that I don’t even realize he’s picked up my hand and moved it to his shaft. Holy moly...my mind goes blank and my hand begins to tremble. I am absolutely clueless as to what to do now. I’m trying to remember the instructions Kady gave me earlier.
“Wrap your hands around it...stroke it from base to tip...circle the tip...use your tongue to slide up and down the vein of his shaft...lick...suck...stroke.”
Okay. I’ve got this.
My hands instinctively tighten around his girth and it garners a growl from Van. Now we’re getting somewhere. My shaky hand jerks it unsteadily up to the large, purplish head (I had no idea it would bethatcolor). When I get to the top, I notice a bead of liquid. Did he already come? I think back to my conversation with Kady earlier.
“He’ll probably have some pre-cum. It’s his body’s way of getting ready for the main event.”
Curious as to what it feels like, I run my finger across the slit, spreading the warmth around the tip. Another moan from Van and my eyes flick to his. Van’s head is propped up on a pillow, but his eyes are semi-closed. There’s a look of pain on his face and it worries me that I’m doing something wrong.
“Is this...am I...does this feel okay?”
He mumbles a deep encouragement. “God, yes. It feels awesome. Keep going. A little faster.”
His hand gently provides me a tutorial – which I appreciate, by the way – until my hand gets the motion, moving up and down, circling and twisting and he lets go. I notice now that Van’s hands are clenched at his sides. Bending down, I decide to be bold and flick the tip of my tongue over the purplish head. The low growl he emits from deep inside his chest is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
It emboldens me further. I nudge in closer and open my mouth wide enough to wrap my lips around the entire head of his cock. I tentatively suck him deep in to my mouth, my cheeks hollowing out, as I work to keep my teeth out of the way. I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then swirl it as I hit the top of his dick. It’s then that I feel his thighs tense beneath me and I lift my eyes to see him staring down at me. His reaction is confusing and I wonder if I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve never given a blowjob. Maybe I suck? No pun intended.
