Rachel is a seventeen-year-old girl with long dark hair and hazel coloured eyes. She is entering her last year of high school with her two best friends.
I had known Drew and Jake since kindergarten. We didn't start becoming close friends until we reached middle school, when we were put into a group together for a project in our science class. We made the classic miniature volcano, just like everyone else in the class. We got an A, which was all that mattered.
Eventually I became one of the guys. We all played video games together after school, skateboarded down by the pier, hung out at the beach and stuffed our faces at the local all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant downtown. We continued our friendship into high school.
Drew was the quiet one. He was the skater boy with short dark hair that waved out whenever he'd wear his favourite black cap. Jake was a lot more outgoing. He had bright blue eyes and light coloured hair; he was a little taller and more muscular than Drew. He was very popular. His first girlfriend Alex was a really pretty blonde and she seemed like a nice person at first. I don't really get to talk to her much because she's always latched onto Jake wherever we'd go out.
We never really took her to be one of us though. They were on and off all throughout high school, and I never understood why. Every time they'd break up, Jake would hookup with another girl. That was the only thing that disgusted me about him. He was such a player. When he wasn't spending time with me and Drew, he'd be off playing football or at a party getting wasted. Drew and I weren't too fond of parties. We weren't complete outcasts or anything, we just both liked our weekly routine of relaxing at home watching movies, stuffing our faces with junk food and talking shit about people who weren't us. That's how we wanted it to be.
Neither Drew or I had ever been in a relationship before. We'd had crushes on other people but we never had the courage to say anything to them. We were both very introverted, which was a serious obstacle to face since every time someone tried to show interest towards one of us, we'd both run the other way. It was a real downer to think about, but we always had each other so it didn't matter as much.
He'd tell me that I'd always been pretty and that one day, someone who liked me would be brave enough to ask me out. I'd tell him how great a guy he was and that any girl would be lucky to have him. It was true. He was a great guy. Funny, caring, sincere...I was surprised that hasn't had a girlfriend yet. He had a nice body as well. He had this school boy meets badass look going on, but I knew he was a true sweetheart.
We shared a lot of stories growing up. His parents divorced when he was younger and it bothered him ever since, and my family lost my baby sister. We both went through some hard times but we would always talk about them. I felt safe with him. I loved him. Of course, I loved Jake too. He was always so considerate of Drew and me. He invited us to parties (although we never went), checked in to see how we were doing when he wasn't around...and he just had our backs. We could count on him for anything.
It's the first day back after a relaxing summer vacation. We're starting our last year of high school. We go to a school that has a terrible reputation for organization. School dances were always during another school event, trips were always delayed or postponed, and of course, student schedules were mixed up.
"I don't remember signing up for salsa class," I say, staring at my schedule.
"I have that class too," Drew begins to say.
"Do I look like a salsa dancer? I can't even do the damn Macarena properly, let alone salsa."
"Ha-ha. Why don't you guys just switch into my cooking class," Jake suggests, looking through his schedule.
We give him a look of confusion.
"Hey, they gave it to me too, I didn't ask for it either."
"I actually don't mind this salsa class," I reply.
"Finally I'll get to do something a bit more girly."
I had always been doing what the guys wanted to do. Play sports, video games, and sometimes even talking about girls. Not sexually, but just who we thought were pretty. It was about time that we started doing things I liked, things that pertained to who I really was. I was actually really girly, surprisingly, but I never truly proved it.
"Fine, I'll switch into salsa," Jake says, while attempting to dance as we walk off for first period.
Ms. Santos asks us to partner up. Jake didn't show up, and I guess that he either blew it off or couldn't get in since it's looking like a pretty full class. At least I have one of my boys with me. Of course, Drew and I instantly link arms, claiming each other's partnership like we did when we were younger. We were always such kids at heart.
"Now, class, one thing you should remember about salsa...it's fun, energetic and also sexy," Ms. Santos announces to the class in her odd European accent. "Now let's begin!"
We quietly imitate her expression as we get into position and held hands, watching and attempting to follow Ms. Santos and the dance assistance demonstrate a small routine. Drew seems to actually be trying, as he attempts to sway his hips side to side. I can't help but giggle. He looks so cute.
We're laughing so much that our teacher has to pause the music a few times to tell us to pay attention. Ten minutes before the class ends, Ms. Santos gives the class a chance to freestyle dance. It's a very small dance studio too so everyone is squished together. A few people continue to salsa properly, while some other more provocative peers of mine take this chance to grind up on each other. Girls begin to bend over while guys dry hump their behinds. Drew and I kind of just do our own thing on the side, doing childish dance moves. We clearly aren't taking this class seriously at all. That is until Ms. Santos comes over and gives me a little nudge towards Drew, as her partner nudges Drew towards me.
"Dance with her, boy," the assistant dancer says to him.
Drew looks at me, shrugs, then pulls me close. We begin to salsa a little, our feet moving in synchrony as one foot followed the other, forward and backward, while he holds on to my back with one of his arms. His other hand is in mine, as my other hand is on his shoulder.
We dance freely like this, smiling and laughing. He stretches away from me to have me spin into his arms, then dip my body down. He stares into my eyes for a slight moment, then brings me back up, still holding me close to his body. Our noses are almost touching as we alternate between gazing into each other's eyes and staring at each other's lips, my hands around his neck and his hands on my lower back holding me close. There is definite tension arising between us as my insides begin to get tingly. Then the bell rings for the next period.
Jake decides to hang with Alex after school, after she begged him to spend more time with her. She is his girlfriend after all. Drew and I go over to his place as we always did after school. He's living with his dad who is hardly home due to work, so we often have the house to ourselves. Once we arrive, we go straight to his room to play Black Ops, one of his favourite video games. We sit by the edge of the bed, flailing around our controllers as we play.
I can't help but think back to that moment in salsa class. I feel attracted to him, in a way that I'd never really felt before.
Just sitting beside him is warming me up. He complains a few times about how I'm doing really bad during the game, asking me if I everything is okay. I pause the game.
"I'm tired of playing video games all the time," I start to whine.
"What? Why? Oh don't tell me that salsa class made you into some kinda feminist now," he says. "I understand that you may have some kind of 'power' now that you get to choose what we do, but come on, I thought we didn't like change, Rae?"
"Didn't you like the salsa class though?" I ask him.
"Well yeah, I did. A lot actually. We've never really danced together before, have we?" he replies.
"No we haven't...I really liked it too. We should practice!" I suggest, as I pull him up to stand.
He whines a little, complaining about how he was so close to beating his high score. I give him a stern look then move us into position. I begin to imitate Ms. Santos the way we did in class, which makes him smile. I start thinking about how cute his smile is, which starts to make me blush in front of him. He notices me gush, provoking him to hold me closer to him. We sway our bodies as we hum our own little salsa tune, since there wasn't any music.
"Ready for the dip?" he asks.
Without hesitation, he dips me and drops me on top of the bed. He then jumps onto the bed, laying beside me. Our giggling dies down as we turns our heads toward each other. We stare into each other's eyes again. He adjusts his entire body so that it's facing me as he reaches to cup my face in his hand, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
He slowly inches his face towards me until his lips reaches mine. He moves on top of me and we begin to kiss more passionately. It was my first real kiss. I reach my hands up around the back of his neck, while he lifts me up and moves me further up the bed. We continue to kiss as he begins to nervously and slowly move his hands down the side of my torso to my hips.
I move a leg up to his side, which he held up, feeling up the back of my thigh and almost touches my ass. I begin to feel a tingling sensation all over my body and I can surely feel something down there. I push Drew off me so that I could go on top of him.
We continue to kiss, our lips moving together and slowly beginning to touch each other's tongues. Soon, start to kiss more forcefully as our tongues begin to intertwine. I begin to slightly move my body, swaying with our kisses. I feel Drew's boner growing in his pants as I practically dry hump him. I pull away for a moment.
"I've never done it before," I say.
"Neither have I...I mean...we don't have to you know," he replies.
"Do you not want to?" I asks.
"No...I mean, yes...I'd like to, but I don't want to pressure you."
"Drew, if I were to lose my virginity to someone...it would be you."
"I...I love you, Rachel."
He said he loved me. He has never said that to me before, not even as a friend.
"I love you too, Drew."
He excuses himself to go get a condom. I quickly pull off my jean shorts and throw them to the side. My heart is beating rapidly. My entire body is chilling with excitement...or is it nerves? I can't tell. He said he loved me. My Drew, the one boy I grew up with and who cares about me more than anyone. And in return, I got to tell him that I loved him too, which is true. I want to be with him, and I mean really be with him.
If we've gone this far in our lives together, we could go even further. I want us to be together. This hadn't been the first time he'd given me butterflies in my stomach, but now, the attraction between us was becoming so much more sensual and deep...but wait, maybe we're rushing into things? I mean, we had only had our first kiss just seconds ago and now we were about to have sex?
"I've got it," Drew says as he comes through the door.
Just looking at him smile at me is giving me goosebumps. His attractiveness has somehow become so much more intense. I no longer care that we were rushing things. I want him now.
He shuts the door behind him and pulls off his t-shirt, throwing it to join my jean shorts on the floor as he walks over to the bed. He moves on top of me and pulls off my blouse. I'm left in my maroon coloured bra and matching panties. He kisses me more before parting my legs. I moan a little as he begins to kiss my neck and reach his hand inside of my underwear. He slowly begins to touch my clitoris and circle his finger gentle around. He moves his fingers a little further, around my labia, feeling my rising wetness.
I reach for his crotch and unzip his pants, taking out his erect penis out of his boxers. It looks about seven inches long. I have never seen one in real life and now I am holding one. I stroke it slowly, moving my hand up and down, making sure to feel up the head as well. Both of our bodies are moving with each other's hands pleasuring our genitals, kissing continuously through it.
My body begins to build up a huge gush of jitters. I imagine us being in one of those sensual love making porn videos that had the white setting and pretty music in the background, while the couple on the bed had softcore sex. He starts to slide a finger into my vagina, slowly sliding in and out. I continue to stroke him.
"Let's get under the sheets," he suggests.
We pull his sheets on top of the bottom half of our bodies. He proceeds to separate my legs wide open and pulls my panties aside as he positions himself on top of me. He takes out the condom from his pocket and rips it open.
"Shit it's slippery," he says, attempting to take it out of the little wrapper.
I take it from him and push the lubricated condom out of the packaging and on to my hand.
"Can I put it on you?" I ask.
He nods. I reach down and take his dick in my hand, placing the condom on his head and pulling it down. He then positions his dick on the slit of my pussy, first teasing it with the head.
"Just...let me know if I'm hurting you," he says.
He kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes into me. I feel my pussy stretch with each thrust, inching towards little bits of pain. I don't want him to stop so I keep quiet, panting a little. He thrusts very slowly, making sure not to cause me any pain. Finally, he reaches my hymen, making me tightly clench on to his body.
"Are you hurt? Do you want me to pull out?" he asks me.
I kiss him and tell him to keep going and not to stop. He keeps a slow pace until I start to loosen my hold on him as it starts to feel good inside me. He begins to thrust more steadily, as he starts to kiss me again. I start to moan as he moves faster.
"Does it feel good?" he asks, his mouth speaking right up to my ear.
"Mmm, yeah it does," I tell him, giving him a big wet kiss.
He moves his head in front of mine, so that our foreheads are touching. He starts getting more turned on by my moaning and thrusts a bit harder and faster. I start to feel up his arms and chest. He's so nicely structured and built. He pulls out and tells me to turn over. I turn my body over and lay on my chest, as he reaches for my bra hook.
"May I?" he asks.
I nod and he proceeds to unhook my bra. I pull it off and throw it off to the side with the rest of our clothes. He takes hold of one of my C cup breasts, squeezing and feeling its softness. As he does this, he pushes his dick back into my pussy, thrusting a bit more vigorously.
He starts to grunt and takes hold of both my breasts, hugging my body from behind. He pulls me up so that I am kneeling on all fours, grabbing a better grasp on my tits. He thrusts into me faster and harder. I clench onto the bed sheets. He takes one hand off my breasts to move my long flowing dark hair to one side in order to reach over my shoulder to kiss me. With his body hovering over mine from behind, he kisses me along my back and up to my neck. I love the feeling of his skin colliding with mine, using my body to rest on as he plunges inside me.
"God, you feel so good, " he tells me.
The amount of pleasure I am receiving is incredible. The pain had completely disappeared, leaving a relieving build up of satisfaction running through me. I can tell he felt the same way by how he holds on to me and thrusts into my newly deflowered pussy.
"I think...oh god...I think I'm gonna cum," Drew cries.
He grasps onto my body tighter, continuing to increase his speed, smacking into my body harder with each push. I can feel my own lust turning from pleasure to this now extreme ecstasy. I think I'm about to cum too! In a matter of seconds, our moaning and grunts reach the point that signifies both of our releases. Our bodies begin to relax as Drew pulls out and lays beside me, pulling the sheets to cover us up more. We share another deep and passionate kiss, having just taking each other's virginity. I lay my exhausted body on his, my breasts upon his chest and my hand feeling up his nicely shaped arms.
"God Rae, that was..." Drew begins to say.
Suddenly, the room door opens.
"What the fuck..." Jake cries.
To be continued...
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