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I’d seen him from across the room at the party. College parties were fun, a lot more fun than my sister had made them out to be. He must have felt me watching him because he soon glanced at me, flashing a smile that lit up the whole room – oh wait, that was just the strobe light being turned on. My friend Claire laughed loudly at my side, stumbling and enabling her drink to slosh over the sides of the glass and down the front of my dress. I swore as she apologised, reaching forward to try and fix it but she only made it worse as she pushed me backwards into our friend Jamieson whose drink also spilled all over me.

“Oh gosh! Amy, I’m so sorry!” Jamieson exclaimed, always apologetic as she promptly pulled out a handkerchief – who carried those anymore? – and handed it to me.

“It’s alright, Jamie, I’m fine, it’ll wash out,” I said quickly as I pressed the thin material to my dress where the damage was worst but it didn’t help.

“Are you girls alright?” a male voice said. I felt Claire and Jamieson step closer towards me and their breath on each of my cheeks but I didn’t look up.

“We’re fine,” I said before I finally lifted my gaze, giving up on my dress. All thought ceased however when I saw the three guys standing in front of us. It was him. With his gorgeous smile and his hair that stuck out at the front beneath his beanie, those bushy eyebrows above dark brown eyes. He was so much prettier up close.

“I’m Claire, and this is Jamieson,” she paused and I could feel her grinning at me. “And this is Amy.”

“Hi Amy,” he said as he lazily stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I’m Bryce.”

“Cool,” I responded, unsure of what else to say.

“Do you wanna dance?” Bryce asked, catching the edge of his lower lip between his teeth.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just spilt booze all over my dress, I’m not gonna be much fun to dance with,” I replied, slowly becoming a little more coherent despite the ever-growing speed of my racing heart.

Bryce shrugged as he freed a hand from his pocket and extended it towards me. “What’s a party without a little booze on your clothes while you dance with a stranger?”

I giggled, admittedly girlishly, as I took his hand in compliance and let him drag me onto the dance floor. I watched, standing stoically as Bryce danced, trying to lull me into joining him but I just couldn’t stop laughing as I wondered why this skinny guy in a tank top and ripped up jeans was interested in me.

“You don’t dance much?” he asked, yelling over the music.

“No, I do, I just prefer not to when I’m covered in vodka and margarita,” I called back, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

“Like anyone else is sober enough to notice,” Bryce commented before he reached for my hands and slowly began coaxing me into a foolish dance that reminded me of the fourth grade.

“So what are you studying?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the absurdity of my actions.

“I’m pre-med, how about you?”

I swallowed harshly, wishing I could freeze but Bryce had pulled me closer and could probably see the sudden rise of anxiety. Pre-med?! How the hell could I match up to a guy who wanted to be a doctor?!

“I’m uh, studying art and counselling,” I answered, letting my eyes drift shut momentarily as I shook my head dismissively.

“What? Don’t think that – ugh, this is why I hate telling people what I’m studying,” Bryce said, laughing slightly to discourage the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Please don’t feel like I’m too smart or anything – I hate dating girls from the pre-med classes, they’re all so arrogant… What do you want to do with arts and counselling?”

I was somewhat taken aback by his sudden switch of topic but I found the words. “Art therapy – it’s like normal therapy but with painting and drawing and stuff like that.”

Bryce flashed another dazzlingly smile. “Really? That sounds cool.”

“No one else ever understands it,” I answered offhandedly. “They don’t get how it works or whatever.”

“It makes sense to me,” Bryce answered, shrugging his bare shoulders.

I suddenly realised how close we were as I watched the ripple of his muscles beneath the layers of softly tanned skin. I felt Bryce’s hands at my waist, the wet material of my dress clinging to my skin, before I looked into those deep brown eyes.

“I’ve always liked red heads,” Bryce whispered as we swayed on the spot. The music was still loud and rhythmic but he seemed beyond caring.

“I’ve always liked English boys,” I confessed as I slowly laced my arms around Bryce’s neck. “But they never seem to find me…”

“Maybe they’re plane’s just been delayed for a little while,” Bryce whispered before he leaned in and kissed me.

I’d been kissed before so this wasn’t really anything new, but there was something more to it. Most of the guys I’d kissed before had been horny or nervous teenage boys and were now experiences I wanted to push as far from my memory as I possibly could. But this, kissing Bryce was different. It was like he wanted to be doing it. That makes the others seem horrible but it was the only way I could describe it. He wasn’t expecting anything he wasn’t hoping he was doing it right. He was just doing it. I felt him pulling away and couldn’t discourage the disappointment that flitted across my face.

“Do you wanna change your dress?” he asked, a totally unexpected question from my point of view.

I shrugged one shoulder and nodded. “Sure,” I answered before we broke apart and headed for the doors. As we slipped through, Bryce reached for my hand again and I felt the blush rise in my cheeks as we headed up the three flights of stairs to my dorm room.

I reluctantly released his hand to unlock the door, pushing it open before turning back to Bryce, unsure of what to say.

“I can wait outside if you want…” he murmured, taking my hand again.

“I think I want you to come inside,” I replied, knowing how bad that would sound to a third party. Letting the strange boy into your room? Definitely a death sentence.

We stepped inside and I headed for my wardrobe, searching through the assorted jackets, shirts and dresses before I pulled out a soft green dress with white flowers decorating the material. I turned to Bryce who had taken a seat on my bed and pulled the dress around with a flourish.

“What do you think?”

“It’s nice, it’ll look good on you,” he answered with a soft smile. I nodded and smiled back before I ducked into the bathroom that was attached to my room. I found my hands were shaking as I slid off my alcohol soaked dress and tossed it towards my laundry hamper. I carefully pulled on the other dress and fixed my hair before stepping outside again.

Bryce stood by my bookshelf, admiring one of the pictures of me and my sister but he looked away when he heard me. His eyes widened slightly before that cute half-smile all boys seem to have crept across his features. He approached me, carefully pulling me against him before he leaned down and kissed me.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you.”

“But I don’t like this dress.”

I frowned in confusion before Bryce’s hand lazily wandered up and down my side, sending shivers down my spine.

“Why don’t you like this dress?” I managed, my eyelids fluttering as Bryce’s lips pressed against my throat, then the hollow of my neck, then my shoulder.

“Because,” he paused, stepping away and closing the door to the hallway. “I really, really want to sleep with you.”

I blushed as my heart rate spiked. Warning bells should have been going off – he could be a psycho – but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I really want to, too,” I answered, unsure of what to do now.

Bryce glanced around the dimly lit room before he gestured to the bed. “Do you want to … get comfortable?”

I nodded shakily before I sat on the bed and pushed myself further up before I lay down, my head on the pillow. I was so glad I didn’t have a roommate right now.

Bryce pulled off his shoes and socks before he crawled onto the bed, leaning over me. He lowered his head, smiling softly before he kissed me deeply. His lips moved easily with mine and as we kissed, he slowly lowered his weight over me. His tongue flickered over my lips a few times before prising them open and invading my mouth. It felt good to have his warmth against me and I couldn’t resist reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair, tossing his beanie to the floor.

As Bryce gently began to reach up towards my breasts, I gasped and a whimper escaped my lips, forcing Bryce away.

“Sorry, is this too fast?”

“No,” I answered, shaking my head as I stroked his hair. “Keep going, please.”

Bryce smiled again before he kissed me again, his hand returning to my breast and gently squeezing. It felt good, I had always thought it would be uncomfortable and awkward but combined with the kissing, it felt amazing and I couldn’t resist bucking my hips gently. Bryce soon began driving my down into the bed with gentle thrusts of his hips as his kisses became hungrier and his groping more firm. He sat up suddenly and peeled off his t-shirt before he reached down and carefully pulled me into a sitting position.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” Bryce murmured, waiting for my nod before he pressed his lips to my shoulder. His hands reached behind me and fiddled with the hooks and zipper on my dress, growing frustrated when it didn’t co-operate before laughing when the material sagged forward. He straightened again, resting lightly on my legs, as he slowly pulled the patterned fabric away to reveal my somewhat small breasts. He drank them in like they were a work of art before he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I watched anxiously as he bobbed his head down, carefully kissing a trail from my collarbone to the valley between my breasts and then licked a path up to my left nipple. As he took the small nub between his lips, I couldn’t stop the sigh that emanated from me.

It was like being a lollipop. He licked and suckled and nipped at me, trying to savour the flavour but to enjoy it all at once. His hand carefully pinched and massaged my other breast but he made no move to stop his administrations any time soon. I held his head against me, arching my back and clenching my eyes as the sensations rocked my body before I began to feel something brew in the pits of my stomach.

“Wait, slow down,” I whispered between heaving breaths, panting when Bryce lifted his head and cool air swarmed to the liquid residue on my breast, making it sting and complain albeit pleasantly.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you-”

“No, I’m fine, I just feel … weird.”

Bryce smiled understandingly before he gently placed a hand over my belly, making my nerve endings dance and sing. “Here?”

“Yeah,” I answered, laughing nervously and squirming slightly.

“It’s okay, it’s normal to feel weird there,” he leaned down and kissed me gently. “It means we’re doing it right, Amy.”

I gasped softly as he pressed his chest to mine, his skin cold and warm at the same time as he kissed me again. As his tongue coaxed mine out, one of his hands began to wander between our bodies, fumbling through the gathered material of my dress to his jeans. I heard him fumble with the zipper before his hand lurched against me and he pulled away, apologising. I sat up slightly, leaning back on my elbows and watched as Bryce pulled away, yanking off his jeans and kicking them onto the floor.

He looked back to me, the twinkling in his eyes visible even in the darkness. “Can I take it off?”

It took me a moment to realise he was talking about my dress and I nodded quickly, moving to kneel in front of him. Bryce gathered the hem and pulled the clothing over my head and gently dropped it to the floor. He leaned back slightly and I felt shy and awkward as his eyes roamed over my almost naked body. He shuffled forward, taking my waist in his hands and pulled our bodies together.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I whispered before he caught my mouth again.

We kissed fiercely and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, no longer scared. We squeezed and stroked and pinched and licked and bit before Bryce pushed me onto the bed and kissed me deeply as he thrust his hips down against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from beneath his boxers and it scared me but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it before now. When I felt something rock hard press against the inside of my thigh, I couldn’t suppress the soft scream though.

“Sorry,” Bryce muttered before he gently cupped my cheek. “I just want you so badly, Amy. I want to feel you around me, engulfing and destroying me.”

“I don’t want to destroy you,” I whispered, confused by his choice of words.

“Believe me, honey – you’re going to destroy me once I’m wrapped up in you.”

This turned me on and I found myself reaching down between us for his erection. I gripped as much of his shaft as I could, ignored his gasp, and pressed it against the material of my panties.

“Take me…” I whispered. I was over the foreplay now that I could feel his want. I wanted it too. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

Bryce laughed softly, reaching down and peeling my fingers away before he reached for the elastic of my panties and peeled them away. He slid them down my legs and over my feet, scrunching them up and tossing them towards the rest of our clothes. He moved away, assumedly to pull off his boxers, before he returned, hovering over me.

“I’m sorry if it hurts,” he murmured, his breath cool against my flushed skin.

“Just do it,” I said, not feeling any romance in the act anymore. I had gotten too desperate.

Bryce laughed as he leaned down and kissed me once more, nudging my legs apart with his knees before he settled between them. One of his hands disappeared from by my head but I had no time to wonder about it before I felt the hot tip of his cock begin to press between the folds of my secret. He slowly eased himself in, groaning and gasping and hissing with me as I tensed and relaxed around him. The breaking of my hymen didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would but I toted that up to me being otherwise occupied.

Bryce gently began to move, swinging his hips forward and back as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, forcing him into me at a different angle. He found my spot and as his thrusts grew quicker, the screams grew louder and more frequent. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips, sighing heavily when he freed a hand to squeeze my breasts and rub my clit. It was messy and hot and sticky, the air was growing thick and our skin grew slick with sweat before with one last, great thrust, Bryce came hard and his hot seed shot through me. I groaned long and loud as he emptied himself, triggering my own release in the process before Bryce finally collapsed over me.

My first impromptu intercourse. What a wild one it was.