His body slumps like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders, he smiles a large genuine smile that reaches all the way to his eyes. With his rugged beauty, you can’t help but smile with him. He’s like the best high in the world and his smiles are easy to become addicted to.
“Show me how to use some of these weight machines?” I ask nudging his shoulder with mine.
He goes through each machine showing me how to add and remove weight. I start out with light weights, doing multiple sets of repetitions until my muscles are burning. Once I’m finished, I sit on the bench enjoying the view while he finishes his sets. I’m not sure what part to focus on; his flexing biceps, his rippling abs or his veiny forearms. This man has serious arm porn, ab porn and back porn, hell he’s simply man-candy porn.
Curious, I ask, “So, you started having sex as a Senior in high school?” shifting my glance around the room.
“No, I lost my virginity my sophomore year to a Senior that wanted to fuck a varsity player. Basketball players were Kings at our school. She thought she was doing something great by ‘breaking me in’. I was just glad to finally get laid so the guys would get off my ass. How about you? Are you still hanging on to that v-card?”
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Kohl
I went through it all with her, I laid it all out. I saw the hurt in her eyes when I admitted to the ass I was when I was younger. I knew it would bother her but I wanted to be honest. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t that kid anymore. I needed her to understand why I am the way I am even though I knew there was a possibility she would run from me.
I’m impressed with her. I know her body must be hurting. I remember when I started working out, the pain and aches were intense but she’s holding in there. She’s getting into it. Watching her chest heave up and down is giving my erection control quite the workout. I’m not sure what side I want to watch more, her tits bouncing with each step or her ass jiggling with each stride, I want both. Standing off to the side of her, I get a glimpse of both.
She wants to know about sex. Flushes a cute pink when she asks me. Guys are such dicks when it comes to losing your virginity. “You’re not a real man until you’ve been laid”, frankly I think it’s a bunch of bullshit. I didn’t tell her the girl who took mine was sloppy drunk and cruel at my inability to get her off. Jesus, it’s not like they hand out a manual to the female body in sex education class. I was a two-pump chump who shot his load as soon as she set her pussy on me. Like I said, I’m not him anymore. I made sure to know my way around a woman’s body and I would love to spend hours taking a road trip around hers. She has signs all over her screaming ‘warning curves ahead’, dips and valley’s I would love to crash in to.
I ask if she’s still a virgin, fully expecting that she is, I figured she was shitting me when she said earlier that sex was not a stress reliever for her. With her body issues, I can’t see her being comfortable enough to get naked with anyone. Her answer blows me away.
Sheepishly, peering at me from under her long, dark lashes she informs me, “No, I lost it right before the semester started.”
My mouth gapes open and closed like a fish out of water, her words render me speechless.
“Don’t look so shocked, Kohl. There is someone out there who wanted me,” she fumes, her hands fisted at her waist.
She thinks my silence is from my disbelief that anyone would want her. Fuck, my silence is because I want her. I wanted all her firsts. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s only seventeen. Yes, I lost mine when I was sixteen, but I’m a guy and she’s Ten. She’s supposed to be innocent, she’s supposed to be mine; my inner caveman screams. A pain twinges in my chest at the thought of another man touching her. I know I sound crazy but she brings out an intensity in me I’ve never felt before, a possessiveness I can’t control.
“I don’t doubt there are many men who want you, Ten. Like I said, you’re sexy as hell. You just seem so insecure with yourself and sex is a very physical naked act. You had a boyfriend?”
Shaking her head, “No, I didn’t want to be a v-card carrier when I came to college. Wren and I took care of it for each other,” she cheers as if it’s no big deal.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She had sex with Wren. No wonder he was such a dick to me. He still has a thing for her. If I had been inside her body and then denied the chance to do it again, I would be a miserable fuck, too. What the hell is this tight feeling in my chest and why do I care if he got to her first? She’s with me now, kind of. Is this what jealousy feels like? I don’t like it.
Schooling my voice so she doesn’t hear my rage toward the squirmy little bastard, “So, you decided to hook-up?”
“We’ve been friends for years. He was my only real friend in school. He was there for
