"Shit!"

I watched in horror, wondering what could be wrong, I just hoped its not something that would require him stopping. Why? Because I was too frustrated to let him stop, damn I wanted to just have sex with him so bad, if someone had told me last week that today I would be on my bed nearly having sex with a guy, I would have argued it. I always believed I was one to never feel such a way, but no, I don't know where the hell Ademide came from. "What is it?"

"I don't have a condom."

"What! I thought all guys like went around with condoms," I yelled in bewilderment. Don't blame me, I've read a lot of books on wattpad and the guys just produce condoms from their pocket like sleeping with the girl was a preplanned murder kinda shit, so I believe every guy should actually have a condom in their pockets. Was that stupid?

He gave me a look that clearly suggested that I was not right in the head before saying, "I don't know where you heard that from, but I'm not all guys okay. I'm not some dumbfuck who walks around banging every single girl he sees."

"So, are you going to stop?" I asked quietly. I sat up on my bed, curling my legs up. I watched him with clear eyes, as he moved closer to me.

He knelt before me on my bed and asked me staring into my eyes with keen interest, "do you want me to?"

Now this was scary, he was giving me the choice, I could stop him, or continue. Every rational thoughts was screaming at me to stop, telling me there was the danger of STDs, and the danger of getting pregnant, but my body was screaming at me to just do it. As you can already guess, I'm not exactly listening to my rational side today. So I made my choice, the body wants what it wants duh.

"No," I breathed out.

"That's what I thought." He pulled me closer and kissed me gently. I wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him into me as we both lay down on the bed, he nipped at my lower lip, running his hands over my waist, and then my tummy. That feeling resurrected in the pit of my stomach again, aching, and wanting a release. I moaned into the kiss as his erection grazed my thigh lightly, it felt really intimidating, but at the same time amazing.

He pulled out of the kiss and looked me in the eyes, saying, "it might hurt a lot more without a condom." I looked at him dumbfounded, clearly not interested in whatever conversation he was trying to strike. He sounded as though he was trying to convince me to change my already made up mind, but his eyes looked like he didn't want me to change my mind, and I didn't want to either. "Since its your first time." He added.

I was actually surprised he knew it was my first time, was my inexperience so obvious? Absolutely. I smiled at him to assure him that I was okay with a little bit of pain, it would be nothing compared to the pleasure that comes after, so I've heard, or rather read. "I know, and its fine."

He smiled, then kissed my lips slowly, rocking my body against his, I heard him groan, but it was so low and almost like he didn't at all. He pulled out of the kiss and raised himself up onto his knees, he tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged it down. I stared wide eyed, watching him, anticipating what was about to happen. He pulled his boxers down and immediately my breath hitched in my throat.

I hadn't known what to expect and I don't have anyone to compare him with, but he was of a great size I could see, at least his member standing out tall and proud says that. That was when the fear seeped in, I could remember so well how full and stuffed I had felt with two of his digits inside me, I'm not sure if this would ever fit in me. I looked up to his face slowly to see him watching my face with a special attentiveness, the look on his face showed that he could tell what was going on in my mind.

He gave me a reassuring smile and bent towards me, he moved closer to my ear and whispered into it, "you don't have to he scared, Mary, I'm not going to hurt you."

He kissed me, the kiss was a reassuring one, as if he was trying to calm me down. And it did work, my fear seemed to subside as that desire started to pull up inside me again, I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his hard body against mine. Every touch, every movement seemed to do nothing but set my body on fire at this point. He trailed his hands over my body and finally settling it on my hips, his left hand stayed on my waist while he took the right one off.

I felt him line himself at my entrance, he moved the thick head of his cock across my wet slit, not penetrating. I arched my hips up, wanting him inside me, wanting to feel every bit of him. I stopped moving when I felt the head push into me slowly, I tried to stifle the sound of pain that wanted to escape my mouth as I felt him stretch my entrance open, definitely tearing a bit.

Tears stung my eyes as I clutched unto his shoulders, "its okay, its going to be over soon," he whispered into my ears, pushing in a little more. I could hear him trying to stifle a groan from his lips, he sounded as though he was hurt, making me wonder if it was supposed to be so. I let go of all thought as my legs wrapped around his waist immediately the head of his dick slided into me, I screamed as I felt a spearing pain go through me, shutting my eyes tight.

He placed a quick kiss on my lips, stopping my sounds, he stayed still for a while not moving, wanting me to adjust to him inside me. After a while I felt the pain reduce, and soon found myself rocking my hips slowly. He took this as a hint and started to move slowly, running his hands over my hips.

"Your eyes," he said in a husky tone, his hot breath on my face. I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently as he thrusted in and out, slowly but enough to leave me panting, and moaning. I tangled my legs that was still wrapped around his waist, moaning as I felt him thrust in, hitting a spot I never knew I possessed. My hands clutched unto his shoulders, running over his back, I pulled him flush against me wanting to feel every structure of him.

The buildup in the pit of my stomach intensified, driving me nuts, I moaned loudly as I couldn't contain the feeling any longer. His spearing thrust into me, his chest pressed finely against my breasts, my nipples poking his hard chest, his hands on my waist tinkling my waist beads, and his quiet moans that seemed to drift into my ears, all this added together was enough to drive anyone over the edge. And it did drive me over the edge. My legs clutched around his waist as I came, my pussy spasming around his member, squeezing him. He stopped moving, I heard him groan into my ears beneath my screams of pleasure.

I went lightheaded again, but now I was more accustomed to the feeling, my whole being felt on fire as I came down from my high.

He pulled me backward and looked into my eyes, saying confidently, "now, you're officially my short screamer."

I smiled at him gladly taking the title, I would definitely be a short screamer for him anytime, even though I was actually short, and almost always screaming.

He moved a bit, pulling out slightly from inside me, I felt oddly sensitive probably because of my previous orgasm. I watched him as he thrusted into me, and then out, picking up space as he did so. My brain clogged up as I wasn't sure I could take anymore, my panting and moaning soon resumed as a new sensation started building up inside me.

His pace increased alerting me of the fact that he was about to come, I knew this well enough from all the books I've read, atleast they didn't lie. I heard him grunt, and he made to pull out of me. I knew what he was doing, he didn't want to come in me, but a part of me didn't want him to pull out. That pervert side of me that wanted to experience the feeling of him coming deep inside me, that part that wanted to experience the feeling of his come slouching deep in me. Was this wrong? Damn it was, I knew this, so isn't it better to just let him pull out, but did I?

I held on to him tightly, my legs around him going tighter, preventing him from pulling out. He looked at me with questions, obviously wondering what I was thinking. I smiled at him and pulled him down for a kiss, I kissed him sensually as I felt my cunt gripping his dick more tightly. And then he groaned into the kiss as he let go and came inside me, the feeling of him coming sent me over the edge, giving me another orgasm. My pussy milked him dry of every drop, my legs vibrating as I came, the feeling of him coming deep inside me was better than anything I've ever experienced before, it felt so...unreal, and beautiful.

I stayed where I was, my arms and legs wrapped around him, getting my head and body to calm down. I felt his cock go flaccid inside me as he pulled out, leaving trail of sperm on my thigh as I felt it. I pulled out of the kiss and studied his face, and he was also doing the same, studying my face with a very curious look. He had a look of gratitude, and adoration on his face, now this guy was one puzzle I would love to unravel.

"You make me feel complete, Mary," he said in a quiet tone. He bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I kissed him back with fervour, and right at that moment the universe stretched her hands towards us in form of a ringing phone.

We both groaned and stopped kissing each other, I turned my head to the side stool beside my bed to see the phone that Ademide had originally come to pick ringing. What I saw on the caller ID had reality slapping me in the face, it was then the gravity of what I had just done crashed in on me. Staring back at me was the name mi love, and a picture of that girl I had seen sitting on his laps as the contact dp. This had tears stinging my ears as it dawned on me that I had just slept with another woman's boyfriend, the hell I just gave my virginity to someone who was in a relationship and also genuinely happy in it.

I looked up at Ademide's face wishing he would just for my sake ignore this call, that would atleast lessen the pain I felt, and the embarrassment. But the genuine smile that spread across his face told me he would do otherwise, and he did just that. He shifted his weight off me and picked up his phone.

"Have I ever told you how great your timing is?" He said.

well, what do y'all think?
I feel sorry for Mary's heart though.
© Mary Aden