Warning:
Mature Scene.
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Clara Carter

"Maybe."

I sit with my elbows on my thighs, knees bent, and legs apart, looking at him. My jaw widens in surprise as he slides the condom on his length.

What would be my vaginal length? Guess we are just about to find out.

He laughs as he looks at my evil-looking face. 

"There's nothing to laugh about." I mumble.

How can he be so composed when I'm sweating lava? Not that I'm unsure about doing this. It's just that I don't want to come out as immature.

He abruptly drags me a little further, grabbing my thighs. He kisses my heated skin before going for my lips.

"It's okay to be hesitant, Clara," he whispers, stroking my face in reassurance.

His stiff shaft is pressing against my entrance while his locket oscillates and caresses my chest.

"I'll be gentle, I promise," he says in my ear, kissing my jaw. His words let go of all the tension in my body, but my heartbeats hold steady, thumping inside my ribs.

His hand moves beneath my thigh, gradually elevating my hip.

I have no idea why my heart is pounding at light speed. I clutch his broad shoulders as he inhales deeply with his head in the crook of my neck. His other hand is maintaining his body at a comfortable level.

He slowly enters me, and my mouth opens wide. He completely pulls out of me and thrusts more of himself.

I bury my face in his shoulder, desperate for his warmth. Our breathing becomes more audible as the rhythm of his cock pounding in and out of me quickens.

I'm feeling stretched out down there. But the way Stefan holds me, his hot breath on my skin, the pleasure he gives me, it all takes away the pain.

As he finally fills me with all of himself inside, I let out a scream. 

"Fuck," he mutters, "You're too good, damn it," He picks his speed gently but effectively, pounding into me at a faster pace.

My room's dim brightness and the moonlight peering through the balcony make it even more picturesque.

"Stefan," I whimper, scratching his back with my nails as he lifts my leg higher and thrust deeper.

It's not the pain, only numbness mixed with indescribable bliss.

We both acknowledge the connection formed by our bodies pressing and pleasingly rubbing against each other.

I don't want this to stop. Ever. It's wonderful to have him take such care of my body.

As I curl my toes, a fresh and unknown expectation for something extraordinary begins to form in me. Stefan puts his finger across my clit once more.

His finger moves back and forth, softly tugging on my delicate bundle of nerves. A hazy comfort, luxury, excitement, satisfaction, and all kind of fire sensations fall on me.

"That feels so good, Stefan." I moan, almost pleading, as he hits the perfect spot continuously.

I'm in the stars. That's how it feels — this is the finest feeling I've ever had.

I bite my lower lip as an unexpected tear falls from my eye. My walls clench on his hard cock but his pounding in and out of me doesn't stop. This is what I was waiting for my whole life -- my first orgasm. I moan. My legs shake as those few seconds of complete heaven blesses me.

Stefan's thrust slows as his sloppy kisses come to a halt. He sighs and squeezes his eyes tight before his final push.

Our breathing relaxes. He rolls over next to me. We each take our time coming down from this incredible high.

I close my eyes and try to keep this memory in my head for the rest of my life. I love my first time. Nothing embarrassing, nothing immature, nothing much of a bother.

My lips are stretched with a contented smile. I'm not a virgin anymore.

"What are you thinking?" he interrupts my thoughts. I have a genuine smile on my face as I gaze at him. His hair is messed up, and sweat has gathered on his brow. He looks even better after sex.

"Wondering if it is a dream." I say, brushing my hair off my face.

"Then stop wondering. Because it's not,"

We stay quiet for a few minutes. I ask him after debating a question in my head for the hundredth time. "Will you stay here tonight?"

He laughs, his eyes shining and thrilled as he looks at me.

"I'll stay if you want me to."

His words make my heart skip a beat. He is peaceful and calm, chest rises and falls in perfect rhythm. His tone of voice conveys that he means it. It's not in my normal routine to be the center of attention, even if it is unwelcome.

I dismiss the idea of cuddling him and caressing him to sleep. Boys, I've heard, don't like the cute, mushy, winsome things to do after having sex or while sleeping. It's just the girls.

"Do you want to cuddle?"

I blink several times, staring in amazement.

How can God be so kind to me today? First, there were the incredible kisses and sex, including orgasm, and now this?

He naively extends his arms for me to mold into.

I pull the blankets over my shoulders and snuggle closer to him. He takes me closer in his arms as I hesitantly nestle my head between his chest and shoulder. His arms are wrapped around my back and waist, and his chin rests on top of my head.

My heart beats at an inhuman rate. My hands want to touch him and draw him closer. I cuddle in, in his warmth.

My eyelids begin to close as a result of the most meaningful sex of my life. I give him one more look with half-open eyes, then close them, my smile refusing to leave the lips he's just kissed.

As a light disturbs my perfect sleep, I squirm in my bed. There's no way that's sunlight. Before going to bed, I always close the doors to my balcony.

Suddenly, the previous night flashes in front of my closed eyes. Stefan and the sex, and the sleepover that never happened. My eyes spring up, and I jump up to sit up straight. My hair also jerks and obscures my view.

My hair also jerks and obscures my view.

I search the room for the handsome face through the gaps between my strands, but he isn't there. Why did he have to leave after saying some cheesy phrase?

I'll run into him at college anyway. Screw him! Didn't I do it the night before?

Fuck my unholy brain!

I take a look at my body, which is covered in sheets. I double-check that no one is in my room and remove my covers before running into the bathroom to mend myself. But as soon as I get up on my feet, throbbing pain and soreness between my thighs cause me to wince.

This sexy-ass bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

I stroll into the bathroom with tiny steps to take a shower. Even though I didn't want to wash away Stefan's tenderness, I cleaned myself carefully and neatly through all the areas he had touched me the night before. I exit out from the bathroom in a rob.

I hurriedly put on the first piece of clothing I see in my closet: a grey turtleneck and jeans. It nicely covers my neck, saving me time from applying makeup or wrapping a scarf around it. I didn't notice any marks when taking a shower, but I checked just in case.

I take a look at the wall clock. My first class of the day was in 20 minutes, and I still needed to eat breakfast and figure out where Ray and Tyler were.

They must be upset with me for canceling our sleepover. I guess I'll have to make it up to them.

I apply matte lipstick and eyeliner. I don't usually wear eyeliner, but today I just feel like it.

I leave my room with some pens, books in a backpack, and my phone in my jeans pocket. I make my way down to the kitchen in search of something to satisfy my starving stomach.

I can still feel a little ache while walking as I finish the staircase, but it's better than last night or early this morning.

I find Ray in the kitchen back facing me, swinging her hips and singing a song as she takes something from the fridge. When I see her, I instantly feel happy and energized. I run up to her and jump on her from behind, shocking her.

"What the fuck! Are you crazy? You almost gave me a heart attack." she yells, checking her heartbeats. I embrace her even tighter, grinning as if I'm the happiest person on the planet right now.

She examines my face intently. "What happened?" she asks as she taps my hands around her waist to free her.

"Nothing, I'm just happy today." I reply when I release her from my grip. Settling on the island in the center, I face her.

I grab an apple from the fruit basket and hum melody. Ray looks at me with suspicion. "Whatever. Nobody understands your mood swings "she replies, turning her gaze away from me and back to the fridge.

"Clara." A familiar sound echoes. I shrink in alarm at his ferocious voice. I cautiously turn around to find my darling and apparently annoyed brother.

"Yes?" I ask, sugarcoating my voice and attempting to project my non-existent dimples.

He leans on the kitchen door frame, arms over his chest. His glare is scary. Exactly like the one I get when I screw things up. "Was anyone in your room last night?"

My heartbeat quickens. The activity of biting into the apple comes to a halt. He furrows his brows as if to express the severity of his query.

How did he find out that someone was in my room? Did he catch Stefan sneaking out of the house?

As my mind generates countless justifications and answers, I resume eating the apple, but I end up cursing my silly brain. I again shift my guilty eyes to his.

What am I thinking about? He's not sure if somebody suspicious was in my room. If it had been the case, he would have simply asked, 'Who was the guy who broke into our house?'

I'm not that stupid, you see. I proudly tap my back in my head and give him a warm, bright smile, but it makes no difference.

"It was just Tyler, Ray, and me. Nobody else. Why would you think that?" I question back, twisting the plot and catching him off guard.

"Is that so?" he adds, still not convinced. "Alright." He leaves the kitchen and me alone because he has no evidence against me.

I sigh triumphantly and return to my comfortable position. Ray, on the other hand, appears unbothered by Christopher and my conversation. She presses herself up against the counter, one eyebrow outrageously lifted in surprise at my enthusiasm.

"What type of calculus or brain surgery did you two do all night that you didn't show up downstairs?"

She squints her eyes, attempting to probe me with her failed manipulation techniques.

I give a cheeky grin, willing to tell her everything that happened last night.

"Good morning, ladies." Tyler says as he joins us into the kitchen. Freshly showered and clean shaved.

"Clara is about to spill her secrets from last night with Stefan. I'm sure you're as intrigued as I am." Ray informs in a commanding tone.

"Fuck, yes, I'm damn curious to know," Tyler replies, having all the time in the world as he stands next to Ray. Eyes as big as the globe. "You better start talking."

I swallow the final piece of the apple and discard it in the trash, taken aback by their sudden weird interest. I wipe my hands with a tissue and drink a full glass of water before looking them in the same eager-to-know eyes.

"So," I begin, recalling everything that happened last night to share with these crack heads.

I adjust to the edge of my seat, assuming mom is in her room, penning songs for the newbies on her labels, while dad is in his office.

My cheeks heat up with a nervous smile as I give them every detail – not literally, of course. They are both paying close attention to whatever I say. My mouth utters each syllable with caution, trying hard not to overshare.

Their jaw has dropped to the floor towards the end of my long-winded story. In disbelief, they stare at me.

They don't respond with words or sounds. That makes me feel a little self-conscious about my narrative abilities.

"So Stefan broke into your room and called you a bitch, which you are. But that's a topic for another day. You yelled at him for saying so and then slept with him? Just like that?" Tyler asks as if some word puzzles in his nerdy head.

If he says it that way, it sounds completely wrong. Why does he have to say it that way? It sounds awful.

"To top it all off, you gave him your most prized virginity? The one you've been carrying close to your heart for all these years?" Ray delves deeper, adding more awful facts. She tries to suppress her laugh by blending it into her snarky retort.

I sigh and close my eyes. Was it really that bad? If it was, then why did I enjoy it last night?

They both burst out laughing in a hysterical fit. Squeaky, snorting laugh. They're both laughing so hard that they're holding one another's shoulders for support.

"I swear I'll bury you alive if you don't stop your ridiculous laugh right now," I threaten, my teeth clenched in rage. Why do I even refer to them as my friends?

My threat simply feeds them further, as they now laugh inaudibly, water pooling in their eyes as a result of so much pointless and terrible laughter.

Tyler laughs as he continues, "I should start taking lessons from Stefan. That guy didn't do anything romantic, sweet, and still, our girl fell for it."

"You both are unbelievable." I scold, my voice loud. I take my backpack from the counter and shove their laughing bodies out of the way as I stomp outside the home, saying, "I'm not giving any of you a ride today. Find a donkey that looks like you for a ride."

As I aggressively smash my backpack on my bike seat, their idiotic giggles drift away. I pace back and forth, scratching my temples, cursing under my breath. Was it that bad with Stefan?

If it was, I would have picked up on it. What are you? Psychic? My brain, as usual, never validates my illogical ideas.

Even in the chilly and gloomy weather, my palms begin to sweat. My throat is dry as a result of the panic that has piled up inside of me.

What on earth have I gotten myself into? Was I that desperate for sex? No way. It's not possible. After those bullies tried to use me, my desperation would have paid off in my adolescence itself.

So, if it isn't desperation, then what is it? What was it that made me give in so quickly? Stefan, like Tyler stated, did nothing to entice me to sleep with him.

I tell myself that everything will be alright. Stefan came. Unknowingly, we got dangerously close. We got really close, and then one thing led to another, and we had sex.

A chime on my phone startles me. I take it out only to smile and read the message, which causes me to lose my train of thought.

Stefan: Sorry for sneaking out like a creep. Had early morning classes to attend. See you soon, foxy girl.