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  “You’re wearing it tonight.”

  I don’t have the energy to argue with her. She does some kind of complicated twist thing with my hair, spraying hairspray everywhere.

  “Look up.” She does my eyeliner and the rest of my face, occasionally giving me commands when I need to raise or lower my chin. She worked in a department store selling makeup for a while.

  “Look in the mirror.”

  I look the prettiest I’ve ever been, but I’m depressed because Link will never see this.

  “You can have a fling tonight. One of the boys is going to want to take you home. And you won’t be so sad.”

  “Okay,” I say, even though I still don’t know if I’m up for it.

  But Kelly takes 15 minutes to put together her look. She’s wearing a very short skirt and halter top, both of them pretty shades of pink. She’s wearing sky-high heels. I have on a pair of kitten heels, because if I’m drinking, I don’t want to fall over.

  We take the elevator down, then we’re in a car heading for frat row. I wish that she would just let me buy some chocolate gelato and watch sad movies.

  But it’s party time. It’s not that far away. The party is already in full swing. I can hear the bass out here. There are some guys smoking out front.

  We go in the front door, and Kelly sees some guy who she knows well enough to hug.

  And then his tongue is in her mouth, which is my cue to leave. I waver, since we’re right at the front door. I want to go home, but she has the keys. I decide to catch a taxi. She can have fun, but I’m too sad to be good company for anybody.

  I slip out the front door. The guys smoking out there are heading in, so I wait until they file past me.

  The last one in line says, “Why are you sad?”

  Just that question is enough to make me feel a little teary.

  “I just need to go home, that’s all.”

  “Come on outside. I’m a psych major, so I’m a pretty good listener.”

  I turn and look at Kelly, who is straddling that guy in a corner. They’re humping each other, but they are far from the only couple who is getting down and dirty right now.

  “Okay.” I’m planning on calling an Uber, but I can wait until I talk it out for a while. My Uber driver will probably give me a bad star rating if I start blubbering in his backseat.

  We sit down on the front steps.

  “What’s going on, hon?”

  “I just…I got involved with someone I shouldn’t have.”

  “A professor?”

  My head whips around. “No, nothing like that.”

  “A TA?”

  “Nah. It’s someone else.”

  “Your priest?”

  “What? No!”

  “Who is it?”

  The darkness outside makes me feel like I can tell this stranger what’s going on. I can confess my sins in the dark. I won’t see him again, anyway.

  “It’s my dad’s best friend.”

  He whistles. “That’s pretty bad.”

  “I know.” But I straighten up and lift my chin. “I’ll figure it out.”

  “How does your dad feel about it?”

  “He hates it. He cut me off, so now I have to find a job.”

  “Is that the worst thing in the world?”

  “No. But my last one was for…him…and now I have to list him as a reference.”

  “That’s complicated.”

  “I know.” I feel a lot better just after talking, though. “You’re a really good listener. I think you’ll make a good therapist.”

  “It’s easy to listen to a pretty girl like you.” He smiles at me.

  “Get the fuck away from her.”

  Both of us turn and look at Link, who is standing next to us. I was so absorbed in telling my sad story that I didn’t notice that Link had tracked me here.

  “Link? What are you doing here?”

  “This is my cue to go back inside.” He leaves the two of us alone on the front lawn, but the house is full of people who can see us through the front window.

  “You’re mine,” Link says.

  “But you didn’t reply to my text.”

  “My phone was in my suit jacket, the one that I left behind. It’s still at your house. I already called the restaurant, but they told me that your father had taken it.”

  My heart soars. “So you weren’t ignoring me?”

  “Hell no.” He walks forward and yanks me into his arms, bridal style, and whisks me off to his car. He plunks me down in the passenger seat, fastening my seat belt before getting into the driver’s seat and driving away from the party. We leave behind the loud music, even though I can hear it a block away.

  “Let me tell you how it’s going to be. You’re going to live with me and commute to school. You’re not working. I can pay for whatever you need. We’re getting married.”

  “What? We’ve never even…how do you know that we’re compatible.”

  “I could show you right now in my car, but I’m going to wait until we get back to your apartment. Your roommate is here, right?”

  “Yeah. She’s probably going to stay here and come back in the morning.”

  “Good. Then I can take it slow with you.”

  First Time

  Link

  I park in one of the visitor spots at her apartment building. Then we’re walking into her place. She swipes a card that she tucked into her bra. And then we’re in the elevator. I hold her close.

  “I’m going to tie you to your bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.” I’ve read all of her emails to her best friend. I know that she’s into a little bondage, and so am I.

  The elevator chimes when we get to her floor. She pulls a key out of her bra.

  “What else is there? A kitchen sink?”

  “My phone.”

  She unlocks her front door. I follow her inside.

  Then I’m peeling back part of her dress to reveal the bra cup where she stashed her phone. She has such full breasts that it barely has made a lump. I pull her bra off, and then I’m tearing her dress apart.

  “It’s Kelly’s dress!”

  “I’ll make up for it later. I can finance a shopping spree. But later.” Bending her over my arm, I kiss a trail from her neck down to her cleavage. Her hands are on my back.

  Then I pull her into my arms and go into her bedroom, the one with CAMILLA in big letters on the front.

  “Take off your underwear.”

  I’m getting out of my clothes as fast as I can. I think that I’m setting a world record.

  She slides off her underwear. I can see that they’re damp.

  “You like it when I steal you away so I can make you mine?”

  She nods.

  “You’re so sweet.”

  I take her ruined dress and tie her hands to the headboard with it. I can see that her nipples are hard. When she’s securely tied to the headboard, I tell her, “I’m going to take my time with you.”

  I start off by worshiping her soft breasts, taking the nipples into my mouth and sucking.

  “Ahh,” she moans.

  My hand gets involved, rubbing at the apex of her thighs. She’s already wet enough to drip onto the sheets. My thumb rubs her. Her hips are jerking upward.

  “You like it like this, tied up and at my mercy.” It’s not a question, just a statement. She nods anyway.

  I slide down the bed to peel her thighs apart.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy until you’ve come three times. And then maybe I’ll let you have my dick. You want it?”

  “I don’t want to wait.” Her hips are impatiently moving.

  “I’m in control here, sweetheart.”

  I pull her thighs apart and get to work. She’s so sweet and wet. I drink down every drop I can find. I hold her hips in place while I take her over the edge three times. She’s trying to hump my face, but I don’t let her, just keep her right there as my tongue tastes her.

  After I feel he
r shudder for the third time, I say, “I keep my promises.”

  I get off the bed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting a condom.”

  “Don’t. Come inside me. I want you, not a piece of plastic.”

  “Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

  “I want to have your baby,” she confesses softly.

  I think about when I fantasized about her baby bump. I look at her soft stomach and imagine a baby growing there.

  I drop my pants on the floor. “Whatever you want, baby.” I get back on the bed and pull her legs far apart, so that her outer thighs are touching the bed. All that yoga really pays off.

  “It’s going to hurt,” I warn. “Just stay still and breathe through the pain.”

  Her fists are clenched. I ease the head of my cock inside of her small, extremely tight opening. There’s barely enough room for me in here. I push in a little deeper. Her eyes are squeezed shut.

  “Breathe,” I tell her. She starts to breathe again. Then I’m up against the barrier that marks her as a virgin.

  I push in very slowly. She gasps, and I know it hurts.

  “Just relax, baby.”

  I see her fists unclench as she takes in deep breaths. Then I’m sliding in the rest of the way. I stop, fully sheathed inside of her, and her eyes open.

  “That feels incredible.” Her hips jerk upwards.

  My hips move of their own accord. I sink inside her just a little deeper. Both of us moan.

  “Don’t do that,” I warn. “Not if you want it to last.”

  “What if I want you to come inside of me right now?”

  With a growl, I put her knees over my elbows and bend her legs up as I put my body on top of hers.

  The bed is rocking with the force of my thrusts inside of her. Short screams are coming out of her throat right now.

  “You want me to put a baby inside of you?”

  “Yes, yes, please,” she moans.

  Her tits are moving with every thrust. I’m mesmerized by the motion. Her mouth is open. She’s sucking in air hard.

  Then her whole body contracts around my cock. There isn’t enough room for me inside of her. She’s squeezing me like a vise. She pants a little before she opens her eyes.

  “Holy cow.”

  “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I untie her hands from the headboard.

  Towels

  Camilla

  He turns me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. He pulls my pillows under my stomach.

  “You’ve had it sweet and easy. Now I’m going to give it you hard.”

  He teases me by tracing his cock around my slit, sliding it forward and back without entering me. I rock my hips back, trying to catch his cock, but he doesn’t give it to me.

  “Beg me for it.”

  I’m past any kind of shame. “Please, please fuck me again.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I need it!” I scream.

  Then his cock is sliding into me. I’m already wet, but this angle pushes him deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. He’s stretching me to the edge of pain, but I wouldn’t stop him for the world. Everything is burning, fiery, blissful. My mind is full of white fire.

  Then he’s moving, rocking forward and back, making stars appear. His hand is in my hair, and it hurts a little bit as he grips it hard.

  I feel a little spurt of fire that tells me that his pre-come has already shot out.

  “Give it to me,” I demand.

  A spank lands on my right ass cheek.

  “I can feel it.” He spanks me again. “I’ll give you as much or as little as I want.”

  I drop my head down as he loosens his grip on my hair. His hands are on my shoulders now. He’s slamming me backwards every time that he rocks forward. I’m helpless here on this bed, totally at his mercy. He’s thrusting into me almost hard enough to hurt.

  Then I feel fire unleashed inside of my body. The feeling of his hot seed inside of my body and the thought of him getting pregnant make me orgasm again, my muscles pulsing around his cock.

  He holds me right there as he empties himself inside of me.

  “Stay there.” He withdraws from me. I feel him leaking out of me, dripping down my thigh. I can hear him going into my bathroom to get a towel to wipe me up.

  I’m exhausted. He comes back and tucks the towel between my legs before pulling me into his arms and putting me in the shower.

  He turns on the warm spray. He soaps up his hand and cleans me between my thighs, his eyes on mine.

  At first, it’s functional. But it turns dirty when he very thoroughly cleans my clit. He pays so much attention to it that I come again in the shower, trapped by his body against the tile.

  Then he washes the rest of me and himself. We get another two towels and wrap up.

  We go to my bed. His heavy arm circles around me. I feel very warm, safe, and happy. We’re naked besides the towels, but I’m so tired that I drift off in just a few moments.

  Rude Wake-Up Call

  Lincoln

  “Get away from my little girl, you fucker.”

  I open my eyes. Jack is in Camilla’s bedroom.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I check that the sheet is covering both of us.

  “I had a feeling that you’d be here, you piece of shit.”

  “Can you turn around? We’re naked.”

  I can see pure fury blaze in his eyes, but he turns around.

  I find my clothes. Her dress from last night is ruined. I get dressed. I pull a dress from her closet and help her put it on.

  “We’re getting married.” I announce it like it’s a done deal, because it is. She’s mine, end of story. No need to ask.

  “Over my dead body,” he snaps, his back still turned.

  “Dad, I’m an adult now. I don’t need your approval to marry anybody. And you’ve already cut me off, so there aren’t a lot more cards to play.”

  “What about school? What about the college experience? You’re going to marry an old man without ever experiencing what you should.”

  “Watch who you’re calling old,” I growl, even though I agree with him. “She knows all that.”

  “Dad, I’m okay. I’m not a party girl like Kelly. I don’t need to try on a lot of shoes before I find the right one. I found it with Link.” Her hand is in mine.

  Her dad turns around and sees us holding hands. He still looks like he’s going to blow up, but he lets out a small groan.

  “This isn’t want I wanted for you, Sunshine.”

  “I’m happy, Dad,” she says, stepping towards him. “And that’s what matters.”

  He just shakes his head and leaves the room. I hear the front door of her apartment slam shut.

  “Just give him time.” I pull her close and kiss her mouth. “He’ll come around.”

  “I hope so.” She puts a hand on her stomach. “Our baby’s grandmother is already dead. It would be a shame to have our baby’s grandfather out of the picture.”

  “It’s too soon to know if you’re pregnant,” I tell her. “But I’m ready to try again.”

  After yanking my clothes off, I peel off her dress to reveal her naked body. There are small marks where I bit her last night. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I soothe each of the marks with a lap of my tongue. Her skin has the traces of last night’s passion, despite the shower.

  I roll her onto her front, arranging her so that she’s facedown, ass up on the bed in front of me.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.” I push inside of her. She’s pleasantly tight, but I know that I’m not hurting her.

  “Ahh,” she moans in reply. I pull her cheeks a little further apart so that I can sink deeper inside of her small body.

  “I’ll take care of you.” It’s a promise for this moment and also for the rest of our lives. I sink so deeply into her that I can feel her
cervix against the tip of my cock.

  My breathing picks up as I think of releasing myself inside of her and making a baby. The idea makes me twitch inside of her before flooding her with my essence.

  “Stay like this.” I let my cock stay in as it softens. She’s still facedown. I stroke one cheek. “Let it sink in.”

  She’s quiet now. “You meant that? You’ll take care of me? Forever?”

  “That’s right.” There’s a soft sound as I pull out of her well-loved body. “Forever.”

  I turn her over so that I can see the after-loving glow in her eyes. She’s incredible.

  “Don’t believe him, sweetie. He says that to all the girls.”

  I hoped never to hear that voice again. I turn around to see my sordid past in the doorway.

  Marcia

  Camilla

  “Marcia?” I’m looking past Link to see a woman that I haven’t seen since my fifth birthday party. “What are you even doing here?”

  “Reclaiming something that was always mine.” She comes into the room. “He’s a fantastic lover, isn’t he?”

  I look at Link’s face. The skin around his eyes is tight.

  “Why the fuck are you here?” he spits.

  “Jack called me. He told me to get you away from his little girl.”

  “I’m not a little girl.”

  “You’re not enough of a woman to handle a man like Link.” She has an expression on her face like she just smelled something totally nasty. “You might have caught his interest with your virginity, but you can’t keep it.”

  “Don’t listen to her,” Link says. He’s putting on his pants. “I don’t know what the fuck your game is, Marcia, but I’m not falling for it.”

  “What a shame,” she says. “I always wanted my son to meet his father one day.”

  Son? I pull my sheets around me. “Your son?”

  “Our son.” Marcia’s smile is smug. “Your daddy has been paying me hush money for years. He thought that it was better to pay me off than to tell Link that he had a son he knew nothing about. He knew that Link would marry me, which he thought was one of the worst possible outcomes he could imagine.”