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Wow, I thought. I don't think I have ever been so physically tired. But I also don't think I've ever been more mentally, emotionally, spiritually existent. Is this just my "first time" experience? Or is it more than that? Is this what it feels like to be in love? I had pushed the notion of love out of my mind, trying not to think like a little girl living in a fairy tale. I didn't want to fall down some terrible hole if "whatever THIS is" turned out to be nothing more than CJ getting a new piece of ass.
I lay staring silently into the eyes of the man - what do you call the man who takes your virginity? Shouldn't there be a title for him? Why am I still thinking about my stupid virginity? Why do I care? We fucked, that's it. CJ fucked me. I had sex with CJ. I let CJ fuck my blessed pussy. There. No more childish, romantic VIRGIN shit!
"I'm so happy," I whispered, breaking the silence. For some reason, it seemed appropriate to say SOMETHING in the afterglow, as we lay studying each other's faces. And I needed the sound of my own voice to talk over, drown out the noise in my head.
"Me too," CJ whispered, sliding his fingers along my forehead, moving a stray wisp of my hair away.
"It meant something to me," I admitted, quietly. "I didn't think it would, but it did."
"Thank you for giving that to me, Baby," CJ said, seriously. "It meant something to me too. I've never taken...been with someone their first time."
"I'm glad it was you," I smiled. "I'll never forget today, tonight."
"Was it how you imagined?" CJ asked.
"I don't think I could have imagined...that," I giggled, nuzzling my leg against CJ's soft penis. "You hurt me...so beautifully," I finished, soberly.
"I tried to be care..." I put my finger over CJ's mouth, stopping him mid-sentence.
"No," I shook my head. "It was perfect. You were perfect."
CJ leaned over and kissed me gently, lightly licking my lips. Then he blessed me with a smile.
"Gawd," I exhaled.
"What, Baby?"
"The way you look at me. So intense. I feel like you're going to just swallow me," I said, smiling.
"I can't help it. You're stunning, Heather. Really. Surely you've seen the way guys look at you. The power you have over them, that smile...oh my God."
"You're sweet, Babydoll. Thank you," I said, quietly. I took CJ's hand and put it to the side of my head, prompting him to softly play with my hair. "Yes, I have seen the looks, usually by older men," I giggled. "I know I talk a good game, being a flirt and all. But it's just me finding a button on someone...and pushing it. I don't have to do that with you. You see...all of me."
"Oh! You certainly found my button, alright," CJ flirted, sliding his hand from my head down to my chest. "But I don't know how "all of you" fits in this perfect, little body."
"Little?" I laughed, rolling slightly to give CJ the full view of my boobs. "Pretty sure your dad thinks the Titty Fairy dropped the boobs of a twenty two year old on me!" I joked.
"Yes, she did," CJ kissed my breast, teasing my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohhh God, Babydoll," I moaned, pulling CJ's head into my chest. His touch, his kisses, warmed me from inside out. I have a feeling I bled on CJ's sheets, I suddenly thought.
I gently pulled myself away from CJ and looked under the sheet, finding a dark spot beneath my butt and legs. I had felt some come out, but I definitely wasn't expecting to see that big of a stain.
"I have ruined your sheets," I said, feeling my stomach tying itself in knots.
CJ lifted my face, calming me. "Hey. Do I look like I care about the sheets? I care about YOU. That's all."
I exhaled hard, closing my eyes, preventing them from spilling tears and ruining our perfect night. I leaned my head into CJ's chest, hiding my face, feeling embarrassed...and dirty. "I feel gross," I complained.
"Do you want to take a shower, Baby?"
"Can I take a bath?" I asked, into CJ's chest.
CJ slipped back into his briefs, and walked over to my side of the bed. He cloaked me in the soft robe as I stood on shaky legs. He carried a couple of candles, setting them on the tub and turning on the water. Feeling self conscious and vulnerable, I waited until CJ was back in the bedroom before dropping the robe.
I looked in the mirror, expecting the worst. Oh my God! I thought, seeing the mess I had made on myself. Nobody ever said ANYTHING about this. I remember hearing 'you might see a little blood after the first time'.
CJ's girlfriend is a bloody mess, the worried-looking girl in the mirror noted.
Well this bloody mess just got fu... My retort was cut off by CJ lightly knocking on the door.
I opened the bathroom door, wearing a confused look on my face. "You don't have to knock, Babydoll."
"Your phone was going off. I think your dad is worried," CJ told me, handing my cell phone to me.
I closed the door and stepped into the warm bath. Feeling much better, definitely CLEANER, I rested my head on the back of the bathtub and checked my messages.
Everything OK? Daddy texted.
Heather?? He sent, a few minutes later.
Yes. Sorry. Wasn't looking at my phone. Be home in a little while, I texted back.
I could have fallen asleep in CJ's big bathtub. There's no doubt I could lay flat on the bottom of it. I felt so spoiled and selfish being in it by myself. Next time, my boyfriend, Creighton Benson is getting in here with me, I thought, smiling.
No pain, I thought, shaking my head in disbelief. How can I make such a mess, and not be doubled over in pain? Out of curiosity, I sent a hesitant hand to my V. Well it doesn't hurt, that's good. "Nooo," I exhaled, out loud, when my finger brushed across my very sensitive clit. Definitely no pain.
I immediately felt the wave of orgasm CJ had started to give me. My clit had held it dormant, and now it was insisting to be released. Far from being in pain, my soft folds and tense clitoris were excited, like they had never been touched before. I felt no aversion to stealing my own climax from CJ. He will have another opportunity. I'm taking this one right now!
My entire body became sensitive to touch. I enlisted both of my hands in the effort. I even used the friction of my legs rubbing against each other to satisfy my skin. I grabbed a handful of my tits, alternating from one to the other, squeezing them.
"FUCK!" I groaned out loud, as my fingers played across my sensitive clit. I rubbed it hard and fast, undeterred by the aching cries of the hypersensitive soft skin surrounding it.
The wave was taking me. I could feel it heading down from my breasts, as I squeezed them. I took a deep breath and let myself fall completely under the water, as the torrent of pleasure literally took me under. I lay completely still, submerged, holding tightly to all that is the girl in me, bringing a belated ending to the sex act CJ and I had begun.
I emerged from under the bath water, completely fulfilled. Then I realized my cell phone had been shrieking at me as I was "arriving".
"Hi Daddy," I answered, trying not to sound completely out of breath, and still pulling the last bit of ecstasy from my overzealous clitoris.
If he only knew what I was doing right now, I thought, musingly. Sorry Daddy, but you're going to have to speak up. I can hardly hear you over my screaming vagina!
"I was waiting up. Are you headed home soon?" Daddy asked.
My needy sex parts finally gave authorized leave to my hand. That's better. You got what you want, now leave me alone. You shouldn't be demanding things when we're talking to Daddy!
"Yes," I said, panting. "We were just finishing a workout. I'm leaving in just a little bit."
"Alright. Let's talk about this tomorrow. Please drive carefully on your way home," Daddy said, before telling me bye.
I dressed myself as quickly as I could, then found CJ finishing up his bed. He had piled the evidence in a laundry hamper and replaced the sheets while I...bathed? masturbated? got the "We'll talk about this tomorrow" shit from my dad?...was in the bathroom.
"I didn't realize it was so late. Kinda in the dog house with Daddy," I told CJ.''
"Not good," CJ replied. "I need to apologize to him. I think he's right in worrying. He's never even met me."
"Fine," I agreed. Come over tomorrow night. I'll make lasagna!" I said, laughing.
End of Part 8
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