Spencer's Face (Buckeye Hawks) (27 page)

I didn’t have a
lot of experience with sex, except for our playing around. But I did know that
I needed to get her warmed up before we actually tried anything. The problem
was if
I
warmed up too much, it would be over. I reached between her
legs and rubbed her on top of her panties. They felt like the good tablecloths
at home. Very smooth. She rubbed me on top of my underwear. Damn that was
feeling way too good.

“I like your
underwear.” she said to me.

I laughed at her.
They were plain briefs. Red ones. I never did like the weird underwear, like
some of the guys on the team wore. Some of them looked just plain gay.

“My brother only
wears white ones.” She said.

I stopped in my
tracks. “Should I be worried that you know what kind of underwear your brother
wears?” I was teasing her, and stalling.

“Maybe. He pays
me to wash his clothes.” She explained, laughing. She was nervous still.

“You don’t need
money.” I argued. She didn’t. She’d inherited a lot of money from some old guy
she used to know. It was in a trust fund for her until she turned eighteen, but
she could get at it some of it. She didn’t tell too many people that secret. I
think her best friend, Sandy, knew. Zane didn’t even know that secret. She’d
made me feel really special the day she shared that with me.

“Well, I just
throw them in with mine. I don’t even have to fold them, just hand them back to
him, then I’m done. It’s easy money. Who could turn that down?”

“You’re too funny,
Taylor.” I told her, laughing at her. She was too cute. I’d always thought she
was sexy, but I’d always thought she was cute too. Most girls were either one
or the other, not too many were both. My Taylor was both.

I kissed her
again, all along her stomach. She was perfect. This girl had abs, not too many
girls had abs. She looked great in a bikini, and she looked even better in this
lacy bra and panty set. The one that I was about to take off of her. Damn, I
was a lucky guy. I slid my hands under her back and unhooked her bra. I pulled
it off, then kissed her tits some more.

I slid her
panties off of her all the way, then worked my middle finger into her. She
wasn’t as wet as she was the other day. I licked my finger and returned it
inside her. I kissed her under her belly button as I continued my finger work.
She was panting now. I loved it when I made her pant. She was so beautiful and
so sexy.

She was wet
enough now that I could slide two fingers in. I kissed all around the patch of
pretty reddish blonde hair covering her. I loved the scent she put off. I’d
always loved it. I’d loved her scent since the first car ride we’d taken
together. She’d driven me home in her car. She had dirty gym clothes spread all
over it. She wasn’t expecting company that day.

I kissed a trail
up to her lips again. She kissed me with need. I loved it when she needed me.
She pushed her hand down inside my underwear. She rubbed me eagerly, and
squeezed. “When do I get to see you?” she whispered to me.

“Whenever you
want.” I told her.

She slipped her
hands to the sides of my underwear and pulled them down. I kicked them off
completely. It was an amazing feeling to be totally naked with her. Almost too
amazing. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to be naked with the most
beautiful girl in the world. I rolled closer to her. We were facing each other
on our sleeping bag, looking at each other as we played.

“You are so
gorgeous, Spencer.” she said to me.

I couldn’t
believe she’d just said that. Surely she couldn’t mean it. I was certainly
nothing special. I guessed that I’d be alright if it wasn’t for my face having
a splotchy birthmark covering almost half of it. A sight that had kept girls
away from me until Taylor noticed me. I was still counting my lucky stars for
that one.

She reached for
my balls and rubbed. I was about to come unglued, and I was about to come.
Should I just let it happen, so we could go again in a few minutes? Maybe so.
There was no way I’d make it inside her at this rate. Not the first time
anyway. I let myself feel her touch. She had an amazing touch. Even when she
touched my arm, it was amazing. It made me think of what she was doing right
now. Then she added the neck kissing. Damn, I was done for. I came.

“I’m sorry.” I
said to her, again embarrassed. I wanted to hide. This was supposed to be a
great night for both of us. I rolled to my back.

She pulled my
head toward hers and kissed me on the lips. She snuggled into my arms and lied
on top of me. She had her face almost on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around
her tightly, pulling her ass toward me. I loved how she felt completely naked
against me.

“I love you.” she
said to me. She reached her hands to my arms and felt of my biceps. “Flex for
me.”

She’d never asked
that before. I released her ass and flexed both biceps. I did it in the mirror
quite often, but never in front of a girl. “Ooh.” She said.

I thought she was
teasing me, but then she kissed one of my biceps. She was still turned on,
heated up. She placed little kisses everywhere along both biceps. I rubbed her
ass, and pulled her tighter against me. I wasn’t hot at the moment, but maybe I
could make her happy. I rubbed her back, and the outer edges of her tits. She
was pressed against me still.

She rose to her
knees, straddling me. I watched her. She scooted down toward my knees, and
began rubbing my shaft, then my balls. She bent over and kissed my shaft. It
was barely better than flaccid until she kissed it, then I was completely hard
again in an instant. She kissed both balls. I was ecstatic. Oral sex. Damn. I
didn’t expect this the first time. She licked my shaft. To say that felt good
would be a horrible understatement.

I had to stop her
now. “We need to get to this, before it’s too late again.” I told her. I
grabbed the box of condoms and opened one. Please let me do this without making
a fool out of myself. I’d practiced twice, just like my uncle suggested. I did
it. It rolled right on with no problem. Taylor watched the entire time,
mesmerized by it. I took her by the shoulders and pressed her down flat on her
back, as I rolled over on top of her. I positioned my knees between her legs.
She had no clue how to do this.

“Bend your knees,
Taylor.” I told her. She did it. I loved this view of her. “Now spread your
legs a little more. I need to fit against you.”

Okay, that was
about all I knew. The rest I would have to feel my way around to figure out. I
rubbed my tip up and down until I felt her opening. It was the same opening
that I’d been fingering for the last twenty minutes. Yes, that was right. I
went inside her slowly. It was going in easy. I didn’t think it would go in
this easy. I lowered myself down onto her as I entered her. Then I felt it.
Damn. I couldn’t go any further.

I grabbed the
towel from my bag. I put it under her with a little help from her. I wished so
badly that we didn’t have to do this part. “Are you ready, Taylor? Tell me if
you want to change your mind.” I gave her an out. As much as I wanted to do this,
I didn’t want to hurt her.

“I love you. I’m
ready.” She said to me.

“Take a deep
breath, then let it out. I’ll go in then.” I explained to her. My uncle had
shared his advice on this subject. I was so grateful that he did. Please let it
work.

Taylor took a
deep breath, and waited. When she exhaled, I pushed in hard. I felt her split
open inside. I felt like a monster. I was the worst guy alive.  She yelled out
in pain. “Oh God!” she panted, then started hyperventilating, trying to catch
her breath. I held myself above her motionless.

Oh holy shit!
Holy crap! This was painful. Whoever said sex was fun must have been on drugs.
This was horrible. It was so horrible there wasn’t even a word to describe it.
The playing was fun. The foreplay I guess you call it, but this was horrible.
Why did I have to agree to this? Well, actually I’d asked for it. I needed my
head examined. I needed some ice to go with that examination too. Oh damn, I
knew I would need to go to the doctor after this. That was going to be
embarrassing. I knew he was too big. Why did I want to do this?

“I’m so sorry.” Spencer
said over and over.

I tried to hold
my breath and my tongue. But I couldn’t. It hurt too much. “Get off. I can’t
take it.” I yelled at him.

“No. It’ll hurt
worse.” He argued with me.

“It hurts so bad,
Spencer. It can’t hurt any worse. Get off please.” I begged.

He moved to pull
out. Damn. That did hurt worse. He was right. How did he know this stuff? He
was a virgin too. I clutched his ass to me. “Don’t move.” I ordered him. “Stay
right there. We’ll wait until you get soft again.” I barely bit out the words.
I could barely breathe. I needed to take deep breaths to keep the pain at bay.
This hurt worse than the time I broke my ankle.

Spencer waited on
top of me. This was a disaster. I felt so badly for him. I’d talked him into
this basically and now here I was yelling at him. I was a total bitch. But in
my defense, this hurt like hell. Is there a place worse than Hell? That’s where
I am right now. I wanted him so much a minute ago, and now I wanted him away
from me, off of me. I loved him so much, but right now I didn’t even want to
see him.

“Try to relax.”
He said to me.

“I
am
trying.” I tossed back to him, and not too nicely. I was about to start crying.
I couldn’t start crying. That would be so cruel.

He kissed me on
the lips. I didn’t want him to kiss me. I wanted him to be still and go soft,
then pull out. He kissed me several times, little tiny kisses all around my
mouth. He was apologizing with his lips. He felt so guilty. I knew it wasn’t
his fault. He was just too big, and I was a virgin. If it was anyone’s fault,
it was mine. I kissed him back, trying to ease his pain.

“I love you,
Taylor. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you.” he said between kisses.

I kissed him with
my entire mouth, using my tongue. He returned it with vigor, never moving his
body. We kissed for several minutes exploring each other’s mouths. He was such
a good kisser. I loved how he kissed. Maybe I needed the distraction right now.
I concentrated on how incredible his tongue made me feel. I relaxed my legs
some, and pulled my knees tighter toward me. That helped some.

I kept kissing
him. I wanted more of his mouth. I rubbed his back up and down. He had an
incredible back. I could feel the muscles flexing right now to support his
weight above me. Oh his muscles had always turned me on so much. He had an
incredible body. I rubbed his ass. He had the best ass I’d ever seen on a guy.
I took a chance and rocked my pelvis toward him. It didn’t hurt. I was shocked.
I did it again, then again. It actually felt good.

“Better?” he
asked me, pulling away from my mouth.

I nodded.

He pulled out
some, then pushed back in, slowly. Oh that almost felt good. I think it did
feel good. He did it again. Yes it felt good. It felt so good. I moved my hips,
trying to catch him. I met his inward thrust with a push. Damn that felt good. So
good. There were no words to describe how good it felt to have him moving
inside me.

“Oh, Taylor. This
is it.” he said in complete ecstasy. “This is what I’ve wanted since the day I
first saw you.”

“I love you, Spencer.
This is wonderful. Too great. Too much fun.” I breathed out the words. I knew I
wasn’t making sense.

“Oh god. Let’s
keep doing this forever, Taylor.” His words were breathy, but so filled with
passion.

“I would love
that. This is incredible, Spencer. I want it always. Every time I see you.
Please do this to me every time we see each other.” I was getting carried away.
I was embarrassing myself, but somehow I didn’t care.

“I’d love that,
Taylor. Damn, this feels good. So damn good.” He said excitedly.