Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
It’s been years since I’ve climaxed so intensely. I see stars and colors like the northern lights. My body seizes, rooting deep inside Allie’s body as I spill every last drop and she clings to me, drawing me down until my weight is fully rested over her and my face buried in her neck and hair. Her fingers dance over the skin of my back as I breathe hard and, after both of us have settled, she starts to laugh.
It starts as a light bubble and develops into something bigger and brighter, and I push up onto my arms and gaze down at her, perplexed.
“Women don't usually descend into fits of giggles after I fuck them.”
She reaches out and touches my cheek, still smiling like she just hit the jackpot.
“That was so, so, so awesome,” she says, and it’s like a shadow has lifted from her face and all that is left is pure happiness.
“It was awesome,” I tell her, as her happiness draws up inside me too. The purity of appreciation is something that touches me deeply. Too many people get up and walk away from an experience like this with a shrug. But not Allie. She breathes it in and holds it tightly like a candle burning brightly. I kiss her lips because how can I not? She tastes like the first day of summer, and Christmas morning cookies, all rolled into one.
Conscious that I might be crushing her, I reach between us to pinch the condom, and shift so we’re both lying on our sides. I stroke the hair from her face and brush the apple of her cheek with my thumb. I think about all the times I’ve done this with other women and no first sex has ever felt this meaningful.
“Thank you,” she whispers, resting her hand over my wrist. “Thank you for making this so…” Her voice trails away, the words for what this has been too hard to find.
I’m an ad guy. Words have always been my thing. Allie’s a journalist. Words are her bread and butter, too.
But sometimes experiences are impossible to condense into tiny letters. Sometimes there are no words.
So instead of trying to define what this was and is, I kiss the girl in front of me, and everything feels just right.
18
ALLIE
I’m not a virgin anymore.
Even the thought sounds weird in my head.
I’m not a virgin and I’ve finally experienced the kind of sex I’ve heard others gush about. The kind of sex that women write about in romance novels and is featured in films. Epic orgasmic sex that doesn’t come with baggage or expectation, and I got to experience it with a man who made me feel so good about everything.
It wasn’t part of the agreement, but after the sex, Stefan stayed with me, hugging and kissing. The aftercare was as awesome as the sex and has left me with a grin that’s threatening to obliterate my face.
When Stefan left to shower, I took a chance to freshen up. The unfamiliar sensation between my legs is going to take some getting used to. I can still feel Stefan inside me. It’s as though my body has stretched to accommodate him and now it’s taking a while to revert.
I didn’t bleed, but I didn’t expect to. The whole blood on the sheets thing would have just been awkward, so it’s a big relief.
I was expecting it to hurt but it didn’t. After all the stories they told me, I expected to struggle to accept the full length of him, but I didn’t. Is that weird? Do I have an unusually long vagina?
In the mirror, I look for differences in my face, but I don’t find any. Such a big thing has happened, but there is no evidence that I’ve changed in the slightest.
Before I go downstairs to face the hordes, I reply to a message from Kirsty, who’s asking me for an update. It’s going well, I tell her. The extended interview format is providing me with some rich insight.
Rich insight is right.
When I’ve sent the email, I exhale. Everything I said is true, but it’s far from the truth. What I did with Stefan is beyond the realms of professionalism, but it has helped me grasp some of what the men have been talking about. Getting up close and personal with ten inches of quality dick has made me really appreciate the truth behind the size discussion. A man of that size can reach places other men can’t reach. His dick was like a catapult to heaven. A baseball bat capable of hitting a home run every time!
I procrastinate over going downstairs because facing the other nine men in this house when they know what’s happened isn’t something I relish. But when Stefan knocks to tell me it’s time for a late lunch, I can’t put it off any longer.