Finally, she breaks away and looks into my eyes. “You want to go back to my hotel room? I’ve got a few beers in the mini fridge.”
“I would love to. What hotel are you staying in?” I ask.
She points across the channel to one of the most expensive hotels in town, I almost burst out laughing. “And here I thought I was going to come into town and show you up with my success. It looks like you’ve made out quite well in life.”
She smiles. “I guess solving problems pays well. Where are you staying at?”
“I’m at my mom’s for the weekend. Speaking of parents, how are yours handling all of this?”
“They’ve pretty much disowned me, although my sister and I are still close.”
“Oh… I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be, I didn’t come here for them.” She gives me a sad smile and leans into me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She hugs me tightly, nuzzling her face against my chest. She leans up and our lips connect once more.
Finally, we make our way back up the steps and cross the bridge hand in hand. As we make our way up to the hotel, the entrance is made out of complete stone. The inside is equally as impressive. A lush, rich carpet covers most of the floor. The steps leading up to the reception desk is also made out of stone. Off to the side is a giant fireplace made with giant stones as well. I follow her past the lobby, down the hall, we take a few turns and go up a flight of stairs and we finally stop in front of the door to her room. After she slides her card, we head inside. The room is amazing. A huge queen size bed comes out from the far wall, two bedside tables on each side with lamps on top. There’s a nice sofa against the wall to the left of the bed and a sliding glass door that leads out to the balcony. On the ride side of the bed is a little jacuzzi with the bathroom on the other side. There’s a door to the bathroom directly to my right and a small spot with a microwave, sink and mini fridge underneath between the door to the bathroom and the jacuzzi. To my left is a dresser with a flat screen TV on top and a desk on with a comfy office chair on the other side of it.
She walks over to the mini-fridge and grabs two beers then hands me one. “Thanks,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” she says and I follow her over to the sofa. “So… I’ve told you my story, now it’s your turn.”
“Well… there’s really not much to tell. I just studied my ass off in college. Got an accounting degree and started working for this tech firm called Vortex straight out of college. I make good money, but the job itself isn’t the best.” She listens intently as she takes a sip of her beer.
“How come?” she asks.
“I feel more like a glorified assistant, than an actual accountant. Most of the time I do a lot of accounting bitch work if you know what I mean. I’ve been there 4 years and I still feel like they treat me as if I was an intern,” I admit.
“Well.. not to be mean or anything, it’s because you’re kind of a pushover,” she says bluntly. “You were in high school and you still are.”
“Wait to put it bluntly,” I mutter.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, well… What I mean to say is that you’re a nice guy. One of the good guys. Which, unfortunately, also means you’re easy to push around.” She scoots a little closer, legs touch.
“Well at least you’re honest,” I say.
“It’s one of the many reasons why I like you, most guys are assholes.” She places her hand on my thigh.
“True…”
She bites her lip as her hand slides up my thigh. “Ahh.. so…” before I could even finish what I was going to say, her mouth attacks mine. I somehow manage to put my drink on the side table as she starts to crawl on top of me, pushing me down on the sofa. She spills some of her beer before she puts hers on the table. Finally, I breaks away from the kiss.
“So… how exactly are we going to… ah… do this?” I ask her as she straddles me, pulling off her tank top to reveal a set of rock-hard abs and a small pair of breasts underneath a black lace bra.
“I know you’re not gay, but I desperately want to fuck you,” she says as she grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, leaning down once more to kiss me.
Finally, I pull back and look her in the eye. “I don’t know… I’ve never actually done anything like this.”
“Obviously,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Have you ever stuck it in a girl’s ass before?”
“I… I’m still a virgin,” I admit, tearing my eyes away from her in embarrassment.
“Really? No way! How has no one claimed you yet?” She releases my wrists and places her hands on my face, bringing my gaze back to her eyes. “I want to make you mine,” she says as she presses her lips softly against mine. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly against me.
She pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “Let me take your virginity away, I’ll be gentle… I promise.”
“Like stick it in my ass?” I ask nervously.
“Yes…” she says, biting her lip once more.
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“Just a little at first, but I swear I’ll be gentle.”
“Can I fuck you?” I ask. She sighs and contemplates what to say. After a few seconds, her face lights up with an idea.
“Want to wrestle for it?” She asks. “If I win, I get your ass… If you win, you get mine.” She’s got a wide smile on her face at the thought.
“No way! You were all-state in high school. I wouldn’t stand a chance.” She sticks out her bottom lip and pouts.
“Oh come on, don’t be a wuss,” she says. “It would be so much fun, we can wrestle naked.”
“As tempting as that sounds, there’s no way I would ever win against you.”
She lets out a sigh. “Fine… What if we just take turns?”
“Okay, who goes first?”
“Wrestle for it?” She gives me a devilish grin.
“You really want to wrestle me, don’t you?” I ask.
“You have no idea. It’s always been one of my fantasies to make you submit to me.”
“Huhh… How about we wrestle tomorrow? Being dominated and humiliated doesn’t sound ideal for my first time having sex.”
“Haha, yeah true…” She leans over and kisses me. Suddenly she pulls back with a grin on her face. “How about we let whoever has the biggest dick go first?”
I consider her proposal, she’s about a foot shorter than me. Logically I should have the bigger dick, but the way she asks so confidently makes me second guess myself. I guess it really doesn’t matter who goes first, I’m going to get fucked up the ass anyways.
“Fine. That’s fair,” I relent. A devilish smirk appears on her face which causes a lump in my throat to appear. There’s no way she’s bigger than me. Besides, she’s probably on hormones also… Doesn’t that make your dick smaller?
She wraps her fingers underneath my shirt and yanks it over my head. I lift my arms up as she pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. She then starts to unbuckle my pants. I reach around and fiddle with the clip of her bra until it unsnaps. She slides it off and tosses it aside. Her breasts are bigger than I thought they would be, but they’re still small, perky and shaped like teardrops. “Do you like them?”
“Yeah!” I say as I take them in my hands, messaging them and gently pinching her nipples.
“They weren’t cheap,” she laughs. She finally gets my pants unbuckled and pulls them off me. I push her down on the sofa and lift up her leg, slipping off her boot. Once I get it off along with her sock, I do the same to the other leg. I pull her skirt down, it barely fits over that bubble butt of hers. She bucks her hips up as she pulls off her leggings. I grab them from her and finish pulling them off her thick, muscular legs, they’re are a deep shade of olive. She has that deep caramel color skin, the kind you want to spend all day discovering every inch of it. Now both of us are left in our underwear.