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I never even let myself picture this scenario.
But now that it’s happening, it seems like it could never have worked any other way.
Fate has orchestrated every confusion, every hesitation, every failed relationship that came before so that Anna and I could experience this precise moment, coming together when we were finally and fully ready.
Anna is laying in my arms, dressed in her damp bra and panties. We’re completely alone in the infirmary, Dr. Cross too old and too far away to hear us, and every other person on campus fast asleep.
There’s nothing to stop me taking her right here and now. Nothing except my own fear of fucking this up.
I’ve never been so scared in my life.
I know what I need to do, but I’ve never actually done it. Of course I know how sex works. I’ve seen plenty of porn. But that’s not the same thing as experience.
It’s Anna’s first time, too. This has to be perfect for her. I don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to let her down.
She feels the pressure of the moment just as much as I do—I can feel her pulse jumping wildly under my fingertips where my hand caresses the side of her throat.
Wanting to help her relax, I slide my hand down and start to knead the tense muscles where her neck meets her shoulders. As I feel the stiffness ebbing away, I move my hands down further, massaging her shoulder caps and pressing my thumbs into the tight muscle just above her breasts.
I know she must be aching from all the running, fighting, and shooting earlier in the day. Sure enough, she can’t resist my touch. She goes limp and docile in my arms, like a rabbit turned on its back.
The thought of Anna helpless in my arms is strangely erotic. Anna is fierce and stubborn. She’s never helpless. But I’m suddenly aware that as strong as she is, I’m much stronger.
This is what it means to overpower a woman—it means that when you touch her the right way, she literally falls under your control. Her body is putty in your hands.
Reaching around behind her back, I unclasp her bra and pull it free, dropping it down on the floor. I curse how dark it is in the infirmary, because I want to see her naked. Only a faint bluish light emanates from the digital clock on the wall. It’s just enough to see the silvery glow of Anna’s skin, and the firm, full swells of her perfectly-sculpted breasts.
I can see her nipples standing out, slightly upturned, and aching to be touched.
Gently, I run my hand over her breast, feeling the butter-soft expanse of her skin with the single hard point of her nippledragging across the center of my palm. Anna groans, arching her back to press her breast harder against my hand. I cup her breast, and then slide my fingers down to caress and tug on the nipple itself, seeing how much stiffer it can get.
That obvious sign of arousal acts like an electric shock to my cock. It jumps up, jabbing against Anna’s hipbone.
I wrap my arms around her whole body, crushing her against my chest so my cock can press hard against her, so I can feel how small she is compared to me.
I growl in her ear, “I told myself if I ever got you back, I would never let you go.”
I squeeze her tight to let her know that I’m strong, that I’ll protect her, and that I’ll never let go of her.
I squeeze until I feel her relax against me, giving in to the embrace because she can’t do anything else.
“I’m yours, Leo,” she whispers. “I’ve always been yours.”
She’s giving herself to me. Every part of her. Even the parts that have long been the most secret and forbidden.
With that pervasive sense of taboo still hanging over me, I reach down her flat belly, sliding my hand under the waistband of her thong to touch the achingly soft skin of her pussy. How many times did I watch Anna dancing in a leotard, and the thought crept into my mind to wonder how tight and perfectly shaped that little pussy must be beneath, covered by only the thinnest and smallest strip of material . . .
I have never in my life felt skin as soft as her bare pussy lips. My fingers glide over the surface like satin. I reach a little lower, down the narrow cleft between her lips, until I find the wetness around her entrance. I dip my fingertip inside, using the lubrication to slide my fingers up and down her pussy.
I lift my finger to my lips, tasting her wetness. I’ve never tasted a girl before. I’ve gotten plenty of blowjobs, but I never reciprocated on anyone. I never wanted to.
This is completely different.
I don’t justwantto eat Anna out. Ineedto do it.
I need it more than I need to draw my next breath.
I slide down her body, bracing myself on her thighs with my hands. I pull off her underwear, dropping it down on top of her bra.
