Vicky Bound for Vacation Part 3
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I never put much thought into sex. The idea was of course, always there, and I considered it frequently. But I simply dismissed those naughty fantasies as my teen-aged hormones run wild. That all changed though. It wasn't just my hormones who wanted it now.
The room was dim and warm; the atmosphere tense and anxious. Faint afternoon light seeped softly through the shut blinds hanging from the window, casting odd shadows around the room which would have been creepy, were it not seemingly romantic. I was clutching the firm black remote, controlling the knobs with care and pressing the buttons with ease. But my skills were no match for his. Almost silently his character crept behind me, only giving warning by appearing as a small dot on my radar. I tensed up, and tried to turn, but it was too late.
He had won, of course, but not by much. But I wasn't fooled, he was surely faking it. He had committed suicide several times, and it did not go unnoticed. I appreciated the effort though, not all guys would try and take it easy on their less skilled girlfriends.
"Good game." He said, grinning. I could see the score from the TV reflected in his pupils and my eyes narrowed. I gave him a playful jab with my elbow.
"Hey, don't be an ass; just say thanks." He added after rubbing his side where I jabbed him with exaggerated motions.
"I know you let me off easy. No retard just throws a grenade, runs toward it, and stands there, waiting for it to blow up." He managed a tragic expression which was easily killed by the theatrical manner he placed his hand on his chest. "I can't believe you'd accuse me of such a thing!" He said, his voice suddenly sounding much like the queen of England.
I giggled and leaned into his shoulder, letting the stress of the game leave me, dropping the controller to the floor. He dropped his own controller to the floor and removed his arm from his side and placed it along my back and around my shoulders; pulling me closer to him.
Suddenly, everything seemed less playful than it had moments before. His embrace felt less friendly and more serious, more ... sexual. I trained my eyes on him now, finding he had been watching my reaction to his sudden closeness with care. The room around me seemed to disappear for a moment, the light of the TV fading into the background. His eyes looked me over once before he moved again. He removed the glasses on his face and set them on his bedside table before turning to me again.
Did he not want to see me? Certainly he would have made it more subtle if he didn't wish to look at me, he would surely try to spare my feelings. Fleetingly, I remembered him telling me he was short-sighted; he could see what was close to him very clearly.
I knew I'd be pretty close to him.
We kissed until it was dark; time for me to leave. There was school the next day after all. "Goodnight, Victoria," He'd whispered in my ear before I stood to leave.
The next day at school, he wore contacts. It was of no importance, except that one remark from one of his more dirty friends caught my attention.
"Gee Blaine, contacts? You're not supposed to wear those during wet activities." He'd said, glancing from him to me repeatedly.
Blaine's hold on my waist seemed to tighten momentarily before he responded. He chuckled icily, but hardly smiled. I probably had a look of shock on my face; my jaw certainly was hanging. He was so obvious about it! He said it easily as though the thought wouldn't plague me for days. Maybe he thought it wouldn't; but it certainly did.
I was hyper-aware of all the sex related conversations that day, people talking of penis size being related to foot size, their sex life, even what position is best. I wasn't sure how I ever managed to tune all of that nonsense out. But now, all of it was at the forefront of my mind; and I could only help but notice how Blaine's feet were the biggest I'd ever seen.
I managed to shake the slightly pleasuring thought away for the time being.
I took the pill. I wanted him, I wanted to be safe, and I did not want to force him to use protection.
"I'm sorry about ... the contact incident." Blaine said, gently stroking my hands with his thumb.
I shook my head lightly before I spoke, "It's okay, really ... I ... I was wondering if we could talk about that." I said sheepishly, tapping my fingers nervously on my lap.
His brow furrowed for a moment before he nodded.
I cleared my throat, bracing myself for what I was to say next.
"Do you want to have sex?" I flinched at my own words. They sounded blunt, as if calling him out on his foul. I by no means wanted him to feel any more uncomfortable than necessary at the question.
His eyebrows arched, and he stared at me, aghast. "I ... well ... I – yes. Yes I do want to have sex." He said steadily, still watching me closely. I smiled gently.
"Okay." I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and falling backwards a little bit; leading him above me.
His face still carried the expression of mingled shock and confusion. "Wait, what? But – I don't have protection. I – I might not be able to..." He trailed on. I placed a single finger over his lips.
"I'm on the pill."
He hesitated for an elongated moment where we looked straight into each other's eyes. He slowly seemed to come to a decision, and let sweet gravity pull us downwards onto the sheets. My heart began to race
Our lips met and kissed fiercely while I tugged playfully at his shirt and belt buckle. He finally succumbed to the shirt pulling, and released his kiss to remove it. A row of abs were visible in the dim light, and my heart began to beat faster still. I pulled off my own shirt, leaving me in only shorts and a bra. Blaine leaned back over and kissed me again, holding me close and tracing the lines of my body at the same time. His arms created a cage around me as he struggled with the clasp on my bra. Then the piece of clothing that had covered me so faithfully lay limp and useless across my chest. I bit my lip before I nodded, hardly daring to breath.
Blaine pulled the fabric away slowly, and set it where our shirts lay in a heap on the floor, turning back to marvel at my breasts. He pressed his nose against mine as he began to massage the small lines that the bra had left on my skin, making me much more comfortable, and yet more uncomfortable at the same time.
Slowly we both removed our pants; leaving us in our underwear. We both kneeled across from each other on the bed, staring at each other, holding each other.
"You first." I managed to whisper, pulling lightly at the side of his boxers. He obliged, removing the boxers, leaving his already hard shaft out in the open. I felt myself swallow in slight fear and excitement. He had to be at least eight inches.
My hand twitched, and I looked up at him. "Do you want me to... ?" I began to question. But he cut me off and shook his head.
"You don't have to, really." He said, seeming to have heard the uncertainty and slight unwillingness in my voice.
I felt myself growing wet for him in my panties even through my unease, and he was beginning to pull them off for me. I shed them off the rest of the way, revealing my newly-waxen pussy which was starting to drip slowly down my thigh. I bit my lip, embarrassed at how easily aroused I was – forgetting that his cock was already rock hard for me.
His hands traced slowly down my waist, one stopping there to hold me in place, the other continuing down to my pussy. I took a shuddering breath and felt my legs start to tremble. For something that was my idea in the first place, it was certainly falling out of my control quickly.
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