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“Oh, gosh,” Orel said in awe, looking down at Christina.
She was laying on the bed of her dorm, arms strewn across the mattress. Her face was red with kiss bitten lips. She was panting heavily, her beautiful chest heaving. This is the farthest they had ever gone, with Christina only left in her bra and underwear, and Orel only left to his boxers.
“You’re so pretty…” Orel mumbled, refraining from touching her.
She blushed and covered her mouth. Orel found it adorable. He reached out to grab the hand, holding it in his own.
“A-Are you sure you wanna do this?” Orel said nervously, his eyes scanning Christina’s expression.
Christina squeezed his hand, “Has there ever been something I needed more?”
“O-oh..” he stuttered, his face growing redder.
Her face changed, a frown growing, “Are you okay with this? If so I-“
“No! It’s not that.. I just don’t want someone to interrupt us.”
She hummed, nodding her head understandingly. It came to her that they were at a party. A party that Joe had thrown at Christina and his shared dorm. She heard the cacophony of shouting and music from behind the door. She looked at the door, and then back at Orel.
“I could lock the door, if that would help?” she suggested, sitting up on her elbows.
“Yes please,” he said, moving off of her so she could get up.
She quickly bounded over to the door, her beautiful body gliding across the floor. The lock clicked in one swift, sexy movement. She walked slowly towards Orel, slipping into the bed. He blushed, mumbling as she climbed on his lap and kissed him intensely. Immediately he reciprocated the kiss.
God, he was so hard; and this was actually happening. He couldn’t help but feel nervous. This was his “first time”. He wanted to please Christina, but he was nervous he wasn’t going to last long. He escalated the kiss, pushing her back into the bed where she lay earlier.
His heart was racing as he felt against the lacey fabric of her bra. He hoisted her up to where her arms were around his neck so he could remove her bra from a more intimate angle.
“Boy, this is hard to get off, huh?” Orel said nervously, trying to twist the hooks in what he thought was a strategic manor.
She giggled, reaching her arms to her back. She had no trouble undoing the three hooks connecting the fabric. He blinked stupidly, his face hot with embarrassment. He didn’t have too much time to dwell on it before Christina was kissing him again.
He was growing antsy, his cock begging to be driven. He sighed into the kisses, trying to catch his breath. He pulled back and admired how she looked. If he thought she was beautiful before, this amplified that ten fold.
“G-Gosh..” He gawked. He could only make excuses for staring.
She smiled dumbly, squeezing her thighs together nervously. She liked how it felt when Orel looked at her like that. She lightly took his hand, guiding it onto her now exposed breasts. His heart was pounding harder than it had before.
She made a noise of what could only be described as lust as he took matters into his own hands, feeling her erect nipples. It’d be remiss to say he wasn’t extremely nervous that he’d make the wrong move, or do something Christina wouldn’t enjoy.
So far so good, as he felt around the sensitive skin. Her legs were squirming with every touch, a few whimpers escaping her lips. Orel felt pride in his chest knowing he could get a reaction from her.
“Mhh, I need you,” Christina mumbled, reaching to tug on his boxers.
He blinked, “O-Okay.“ he said, stupidly.
He quickly slipped out of his boxers, discarding them to the floor. He felt exposed, and cold; feeling the air touch his skin. Christina gaped, her eyes moving between Orel and his cock.
“Golly..” She whispered. It was her turn to gawk now.
His ears burned, not sure how to take the attention. He gulped trying to get a word out, but he couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in his throat. Christina discarded her underwear, tossing it to the floor. Orel was in disbelief of the situation.
He was so nervous, he didn’t really know what to do. It’s almost like he was frozen, still moving safe for his heaving chest.
“Are you alright, Orel?” Christina said, sitting up to cup Orel’s face.
“I’m just a little nervous..”
Christina gave a warm smile, “It’s okay. I’m nervous myself, but it’s okay because- I’m with you.”
Orel grinned, his nerves calming slightly. He pushed her onto the bed again, a surge of confidence and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
She smiled, giddy. She took his hand again, guiding it to her cunt. He shuddered, his nerves starting to spike again. He made contact with her clit, thumbing the flesh gingerly. She keened, bucking into the movement. He kept up the motion, hoping to draw more pleasure from Christina. She was growing delirious, needing more.
“I need you in me.” She said, it was more of a demand than anything.
“Wait- don’t I need to-“
“N-no, I’ll be okay.”
“Really?” Orel said, gripping onto Christina’s hips. His cock brushed her sex ever so slightly.
“Yes.” She said, more determined than ever.
He grabbed the condom he had placed beside him on the bed at the start of all this, tearing open the package with unsteady hands. He was a little nervous about entering Christina with no prep. He cautiously rolled it onto himself, feeling Christina’s eyes watching him. He positioned himself to where he was closer to her sex, moving his cock through the folds.
Fuck, it already felt unreal. He definitely wasn’t going to last long.
She sucked air through her teeth, “Wait,” she swallowed, “I-I might have some lube in my drawer.”
Orel smiled and shook his head, “I figured as much.”
He rummaged through her drawer, finding everything but lube. She suggested that he try the second drawer, which he did. He found an assortment of bottles.
“Gee, you needed this much?” He said, taking one of the bottles.
“Well some of them are-“
“Oh,” He said, noticing that the bottle read “Baby Powder Lotion”.
She giggled, “Yeah..”
He grabbed another bottle, seeing the word “lube” across it. He didn’t waste another second to douse his fingers in it. He moved his fingers towards her entrance, easing against her hole quickly, in a rapid abundance of confidence.
“Are you ready?” He said to her calmingly. He felt like he was saying it to himself, too.
“As I’ll ever be.” She breathed.
He smiled, pushing one finger into her. He groaned at the warmth, imagining how it would feel if it was his manhood. She breathed through her nose, closing her eyes. It wasn’t like Christina had never done this for herself, but she had often resorted to other methods. She saw this as a last resort. It was different, she thought. It felt good. She hummed as he drew his finger out and thrusted in slowly.
“T-That’s good,” she beckoned him to move quicker.
He swallowed and did as he was instructed. He wasn’t sure if his technique was good, but it had to do. He had never done this sort of thing before, and he could only hope for the best. It seemed to be fulfilling enough as Christina was making small noises of pleasure.
“More,” she called, staring hazily into his eyes.
“Gosh,” he mumbled stupidly for the hundredth time, slowly pushing a second finger into her.
His cocked twitched as he watched her rise and fall. She sputtered as she adjusted. Orel was unsure if the feeling was of pleasure or pain.
He thrusted slowly, paying maybe too much attention to if he was hurting her or not. She sucked air through her teeth, something Orel found that she did when she was scared or nervous. He did a few experimental pushes into her until she was moaning in pleasure, mostly used to two fingers.
“Good, good,” she repeated mindlessly high off the feeling.
He felt so big pulling moan after moan from her- just using his fingers. He was getting giddy when he thought about finally entering her once and for all. He tried his best to keep up with her needs, fingering her as best as he knew how- which he didn’t.
“You think you’re ready for 3?”
“Y-Yes.” She sputtered, holding her breath.
He pulled out for a moment, dripping more lube on his fingers. Her body jerked slightly at the loss, but quickly regained her composure. She took a deep breath to prepare herself. Orel was quick to put a finger back.
He worked her up to two again, teasing the third finger. He met her gaze, searching to see if she was still okay with what he was doing, and she gave a nod. He pushed only the tip of his finger in, just to see how Christina was so reacting. Her face turned up in a distasteful expression.
“I need a minute.”
“O-Okay, just tell me when you’re ready,” he said, offering a meek smile.
She smiled back at him tiredly, sweat glistening on her forehead. They breathed together, touching each other’s faces and hair, singing “I love you” as they looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned in to kiss her, as to distract her from the pain. She eagerly kissed back, cupping his face. Orel removed his hand as the kissing got so intense, much to Christina’s displeasure.
Some time had passed, the two of them panting heavily, sweating up a storm. They were just as eager as before, whispering to each other through kisses. The air was hot, thick with their breaths. Orel had noticed Christina starting to thrust up into him, her thigh hitting his crotch so perfectly. Orel bit his lip, as Christina pulled back. She looked into his eyes with a certain fire.
“Just fuck me already,” she said, her voice unwavering.
Orel’s eyes widened, his reddish mouth gaped, “W-What?”
“You heard me.” She said, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.
Orel had never heard Christina swear before, and he wondered if it was a sin for a brief moment before he shook it off; he'd repent later, following her demands. He lined himself up to her, and she was at the bottom, pulling him close, insisting that he looked into her eyes as he entered her.
He pushed into her experimentally, only an inch or two, sighing at the feeling. His eyes shut as the realization finally set in: this was actually happening. She bucked against him, silently asking for more. He obliged and pushed at least an inch more into her. She moaned, fisting the bedsheets. He blinked, unsure of what to do. He wanted to start moving carelessly, but he didn’t let greed consume his body.
“C-Can I-”
“Yes.” She mumbled, delirious.
He mouthed an “okay”, words not able to leave his mouth. The way she was acting alone made Orel feel like he was seconds away from busting. He pushed his full length into her, opening only one of his eyes, just so he could take her in. She gasped a great gasp, her whole body shuddering with relief. Her thighs shook as she tried to control her urges, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. He moaned, knowing with his whole heart that this wasn’t going to last.
He began to thrust as well as he knew how, gripping onto her hips, giving meek thrusts. She emitted an arsenal of noises, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath. She put her hands to wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He whimpered and bit his lip, grabbing onto her hips ever tighter.
Her hands hesitated, moving from his back to pull his face in for a kiss. She kissed his mouth, cheek, and neck, “M-More, faster,” she called.
Orel swallowed, doing his best to fulfill her request. It seemed to do the trick, as she didn’t even try to stifle her cries, each thrust pulling moan after moan from her swollen mouth.
“Oh, god,” Orel moaned, all respect for the Lord’s holy name leaving his mind all at once, “Christina.” he said, taking a hand to cover his own mouth.
“Not yet,” Christina said, gripping his arm as if he’d fade into nothing if she let go.
“I know, I k-know,”
When he had starved himself of the inevitable, he began to thrust into her. Deep. Just like she wanted it. The effect was immediately apparent in her mannerisms. She threw her head back and shuddered with pleasure; her fingers clawing at the sheets. Her mouth was running, yet the words she spoke were unintelligible.
“Orel,” she breathed, “Harder. Oh, god, harder.” She shut her eyes against the sensation.
Orel melted, slamming into her with punctuated thrusts, his own eyes threatening to close, “Open your eyes, l-look at me.” he said, a storm of pleasure taking his whole body, splintering the base of her skull.
She opened her eyes, they were filled with tears that were rolling down her cheeks delicately; out of pure pleasure. She looked into his eyes, that fire starting up again as release was blossoming throughout her core. She stuttered, a warm feeling that peaked in an intense, powerful wave of explosions so that her whole body thrashed and contracted around him.
Orel groaned, all drawn-out as his own head fell back. He quickly regained his reign, staring back down into her eyes. It was too much for him. She felt him shaking, on the brink. Her overstimulated, flushed face, her body was it, he was gone. His body recoiled as he thrust into her once, twice, three times more.
He came within an instant, making sure to draw back from her as to avoid conflict. He panted, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
He swallowed and turned to her, “Golly.”
“Golly.”