Chapter Seventeen

Raleigh

“Hey, Slut,” Ser says in greeting, waggling her eyebrows at me with a massive grin covering her face as she sidles up next to my locker.
Groaning, I grab my Calc book and shut my locker, “I never should have told you about what happened yesterday.”
“He popped your cherry, I think I would have figured it out, even if you hadn’t told me,” she states as she gives me a look that begs me to try to say otherwise.
“He *did not* pop my cherry,” I growl, then glance around at all the other students that are in the hallway, now casting curious glances in Serenity’s and my direction.
Pulling her out into the courtyard, where hardly any other students are, as we head to our first class, I say, “My virginity is still very much intact, and thanks for clueing in the rest of the student body to the status of my cherry.”
“You did that one all on your own,” she says, pointing her index finger at me and giving me that same, *I dare you to say otherwise*, look again.
“So, ten inches? Really?” Ser asks, clearly not believing me.
I snort a very unladylike laugh before saying, “He had to have been at least 9.5-10, maybe more. It’s not like I busted my ruler out to measure how big he was before I took him down my throat,” I defend with an eye roll when she gives me an incredulous look.
But then she sighs and in the next breath, her voice takes on a wistful quality to her words as she says, “Damn, that’s a big dick, girlfriend. I’ve never had a dick that big, but could you imagine?”
Cocking my head, I grin and shrug my right shoulder as I say, “Well, I mean, technically…”
“You shut it!” She demands with a playful glare. “You know what I mean.”
“I know, just giving you a hard time,” I tell her as the first bell rings and we begin making our way across the courtyard towards Mrs. Briggs's classroom.
“That’s his job,” she says and it takes me a moment for her words to process before I get it.
“Hopefully, eventually, he will be giving me even more of a hard time than he did yesterday.”
“Oh, sweetie, a dick like that…with how little you are, he’s going to break you in half.” She says as we stop at the classroom door, laying a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. “And for your first time, too. Your poor vagina,” she says, shaking her head back and forth before a full-body shudder hits her.
“Hopefully it won’t be *that* bad. He seems to be a really kind and considerate lover,” I tell her, thinking about how adamant he was that he didn’t want me to do anything that I wasn’t ready for or didn’t want to do, and how he talked me through taking his cock down my throat when I began to choke on him in panic when I tried to take a breath through my nose but couldn’t get any air into my lungs. “Maybe it’s expecting too much, but I’m hoping that he will take his time and try to make it as painless as he possibly can,” I tell her, wincing when I recall how traumatized Serenity had been after her first time. Eventually, she gave sex another shot and said it was much better, but from what she explained to me, it was excruciating.
“How about I say a prayer for your vagina, babydoll,” she whispers as we find our desks and sit down. Then, a bit louder this time, she snickers, “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it!”
Giving her the stinkeye, I sarcastically say, “Gee, thanks.*”
But, as I turn towards the front of the room, I’m suddenly dreading taking things any further than we already have as questions run rampant through my head.
*He wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, would he? Just to get inside of me?*
All throughout class I’m lost in my head, thinking about yesterday and everything that we did, unable to see Lincoln being so inconsiderate that he wouldn’t try to make my first time as painless as possible.
When my cell vibrates with an incoming text after the bell rings, nervous excitement fills me when I find his name and the picture that I snapped at his family game night staring back at me from my screen.
Before I get the chance to open the message, another text comes in from him.

**Lincoln: I can’t stop thinking about yesterday and how good your pussy tasted. I’m hard as fuck just from playing it over and over again in my mind all morning**
**Lincoln: I need to have my mouth on you sooner rather than later. What do you have planned for later today?**

Immediately, I’m turned on, wishing that I could see him again this evening, for more than coming, of course. But, unfortunately, my brothers and I have dinner plans.

**Raleigh: I can’t stop thinking about yesterday either and it has me horny, too. But, I already have plans this evening with my brothers. Are you free tomorrow evening?**

I watch the screen, noting when the read receipt changes from *delivered* to *read at 9:32 a.m.* and jump, letting out an embarrassing squeal when it starts buzzing in my hand as he calls me. *No, he’s not just calling me, but face-timing me instead*, I realize as I press the little green phone icon.
“Hey,” I say smiling as I take in his handsome face, his eyes smoldering with desire. “Why are you face-timing me?”
“Where are you right now?” He asks, his deep voice sending a bolt of desire straight to my clit.
“At school, fixing to go to my next class. Why?” I try to look past him, into the background, to see where he’s at and what he’s doing but he has the phone angled to where all I see is him. Not that I’m complaining.
I hear what sounds like a door opening and closing, and it’s then that I realize that he’s now in his truck and ask, “Where are you going?”
“Would you be willing to skip classes for the day?” he groans as he asks the question, making me wonder exactly what he’s doing in his truck.
“Why would I skip and what are you doing?” I ask, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
“You really want to know?” He husks breathlessly, the sound causing wetness to pool between my thighs and soak the thong that I wore today.
“Yes,” I say after a moment of hesitation.
Lincoln moves his phone until the image that fills the screen has me gasping, then quickly covering my mouth as I squeeze my thighs together, trying to tamper down the desire coursing through me at the sight of his hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking himself.
“You see what you do to me, baby girl?” He asks, pumping his hand up his shaft and then back down again, releasing a guttural groan. “I’m hard as fucking granite right now from just remembering how good you tasted and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside your mouth.”
“Shit,” I curse as I realize that I’m standing in the middle of the courtyard and anyone walking by could see what’s currently on my screen.
“No fucking kidding,” he says, his words ending with another groan, then asks, “Will you spend the day with me?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation as I turn to head toward the parking lot. *Screw classes for the day. I never skip or do anything that could possibly get me into trouble. I could use a day to just be. And, I can’t think of a better way to do that than being with my boyfriend.*
“Are you going to your car?” He asks with his hand still wrapped around his shaft but no longer stroking. Instead, the top is a deep purple and it looks painful, as his thumb rubs a bead of, what I assume is cum, over the firm head.
“Yeah, I’m almost there,” I tell him as I pick up my pace, desperate to see him finish pleasuring himself.
Not even a minute later, I’ve got the driver's side door open and I’m sliding behind the steering wheel. “Okay, you can finish,” I tell him nearly breathless as I sit back against my seat to watch him.
“No, baby girl. You want me to finish, then I want to watch you touch yourself. Only then will I start again, and then we’re going to cum together. Both right now, and again here after while once I have you all to myself again,” he growls out the words as he slowly moves his hand down his cock in a single stroke.
“You want me to—”
“Touch yourself, baby girl.” He demands, and fuck if this side of him isn’t hot as hell. “Touch yourself just like you did yesterday while you were taking my cock down your throat.”
I scoot the driver's seat back, giving myself room to do as he says, and then wedge my phone in the steering wheel, managing to get it at just the right angle so that Lincoln can see everything that I’m doing.
Slowly, never taking my eyes off the phone screen, I release the button of my jeans and slide the zipper down. Then, hooking my thumbs at the sides, I lift my hips and push them down to my ankles, giving me plenty of room to work and Lincoln an unobstructed view of everything.
Leaning back against the seat, I spread my thighs, my ankles wedged against the steering wheel.
I hear him growl, *Fuuuccckkk!* and watch as he begins stroking his cock again.
Reaching down, I gather some of my juices on my fingers and then begin working my clit. The sound of Lincoln’s deepening pants and the sight of him working his cock again spurring me on as I reach down and bury my fingers in my pussy, using my thumb to rub my clit.
“Good girl, just like that, baby girl,” he praises as his hips begin moving along with his hand as he chases his release. Then growls, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get ahold of that pussy of yours again.”
“Yes,” I moan, my orgasm already getting close.
“Are you already close, baby girl?” He asks, “Is that greedy little pussy desperate to cum for me?”
“Yes. God, yes!” I cry as a jolt of lightning barrels through my entire body, my hips coming up off of the seat.
“Stroke that pussy faster, harder. Imagine that it’s me that's finger fucking your tight pussy,” Lincoln demands and his words push me so close to orgasm that I can practically taste it.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that, now cum for me. Show me how badly you want me.”
“Fuck, yes!” I shout, swiping my thumb across my clit two more times before I’m crying out my release. “I’m coming, Lincoln. I’m coming.”
“I see you, baby girl. Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, as he strokes his own cock a few more times and then finds his own release, shouting a guttural curse.
Lincoln shifts his phone so that his face is back to filling the screen, a satisfied smile playing at his full lips.
“Thank you,” he says, his eyes darkening once again as he takes me in, still half-naked and spreadeagle in my driver's seat. “Cover that pussy back up before someone else gets a peek at what’s meant only for me and I’ll be there shortly to get you.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as I do as he says, reaching down to grab my jeans and underwear from around my ankles and pull them up my legs, lifting my hips to pull them into place before buttoning and zipping them.
Lincoln still hasn't answered me by the time I’m finished and I turn my attention to my phone screen only to see that I’m pretty sure he’s back to working his cock again.
“Again?” I ask, surprised. I didn’t think guys could recover that quickly. I thought it took like, half an hour, at least.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you, baby girl?” He growls, changing the angle of his screen again so that I can see just how ready is again already.
“Apparently, not.” I gasp, unable to take my eyes off the screen.
He just chuckles and then lifts his hips, pulls his jeans back into place, and tucks his still-hard cock into his underwear, even though the head is still poking out of the top when he buttons and zips them.
“I’ll see you here shortly. Meet you at your house to pick you up?”