It was a good thing I was practically finished with school, because I found it impossible to concentrate during class. I thought only of Ryan and when I'd be able to see him again. I continued going to his apartment in the evenings, and as we spent more time together, I began to feel like we were a couple. We still had sex every chance we got, but we also shared meals at his kitchen table, and we watched movies while sitting on his couch. When I discovered he was a great dancer, I asked him to teach me, so we spent hours moving around his living room, with music playing from the stereo.
As our trust deepened, we grew comfortable sharing our secret fears and desires. I learned Ryan wasn't particularly close to his parents, who lived several states away. His father had wanted him to pursue a career in finance and was furious when Ryan chose to work for a nonprofit.
I revealed to Ryan that I'd never felt like I fit in anywhere, and I sometimes feared I'd be an outcast my entire life. He held me close while listening to me speak. "High school's a shitty time for a lot of people, Libby," he said. "You're going to flourish once you get out of that place, I promise."
I held onto his words as graduation approached. When the day finally arrived, I put on the dress I'd bought for the occasion. Mom's boyfriend, Greg, was going to give us a ride. As Mom and I left our apartment and headed toward his car, I glanced over my shoulder at Ryan's balcony. Of course, I didn't spot him there. Still, I was hoping he could have seen me in my almost-new dress.
The graduation ceremony itself went by in a blur. I heard my mom cheering like crazy when I went on stage to receive my diploma. Afterward, I hugged the few friends I'd made during high school, and we promised to keep in touch.
During the drive home, I gazed down at the diploma I held. Now, I told myself, my real life could begin.
Mom turned in the passenger seat and beamed at me. "I'm so proud of you, honey!" She blinked back tears, and Greg reached for her hand. "I didn't do half bad, raising you all on my own."
I returned her smile, fighting my own tears. "You've been an amazing mom."
Once the three of us were gathered in the apartment living room, Mom gave me a check for a surprisingly large amount. "That's from me and Greg," she made a point to tell me.
I profusely thanked them both, feeling a rush of gratitude. The money would help me pay for college tuition. Mom pulled me into a fierce embrace, while Greg's hug was far more formal.
"Libby, why don't you go get changed, and we'll head to Greg's?" Mom suggested. "He's bought steaks to cook on the grill."
I glanced at Greg and noticed that the polite smile remained fixed on his face. While I was glad he treated my mom well and seemed to be crazy about her, I always felt like a third wheel whenever the three of us did anything together. I tried to give them plenty of space. And that afternoon, there was someone else I desperately wanted to see.
"You know, I'm actually kind of tired," I said, managing to fake a convincing yawn. "I guess all the excitement of the day has caught up with me. Do you mind if I stay here and take a nap?"
Mom seemed a little disappointed, but Greg didn't even blink. After they left, I rushed from my apartment to Ryan's. His car was in the lot, so I hoped he was home.
As soon as Ryan opened the door, he reached to draw me into his arms. "Congratulations, baby!"
I hugged him back, unable to suppress a squeal of excitement. "I'm so glad to be finished with school! And I think my mom's happier than I am. You should have heard her carrying on when I got my diploma."
"Oh, I heard her!"
I withdrew from Ryan to give him a bewildered look. "Wait... you were there?" It was then that I noticed how nicely dressed he was.
"Of course!" he said. "I wasn't going to miss seeing you graduate." His gaze was full of warmth as it swept over me. "You looked beautiful up on that stage, by the way."
"Oh, my God, I can't believe you sat through that entire ceremony just for me!"
Ryan took my face in his hands and gave me a deep kiss. "I just wish I could have cheered you on, too." He looked over his shoulder, and I followed his stare to a vase full of roses on the coffee table. "And those are for you."
No one had ever bought me flowers before. I felt my bottom lip quiver as I struggled to control my emotions. Hurrying to the flowers, I lowered my head to breathe in their scent. "These are so beautiful, Ryan! Thank you."
Neither of us mentioned that I'd have to leave the flowers at his place. Mom would ask a million questions if I took them home. Next to the vase was an envelope with my name neatly written on the front. I grinned at Ryan while opening the card, but my eyes grew wide when I saw the check for one hundred dollars. "Ryan, I can't take this!"
He only smiled. "Of course you can."
"It's way too much!"
He closed the short distance between us and placed a fingertip against my lips. "No arguments, Libby."
Now, I did cry a little while hugging him tight. "Thank you," I whispered, "for everything." I planted kisses all over his face until he began laughing.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. "I can make lunch, or we could order whatever you want."
Flashing a sly smile, I placed a hand between his thighs. "There's something else I want right now."
Ryan released a faint moan. His stare grew hot as it locked with mine. "Then you'd better get undressed."
I took his hand and tried to pull him toward the bedroom, but he didn't budge. When I gave him a puzzled look, it was his turn to grin.
"Undress right here." He lifted an eyebrow, and I understood he was daring me.
Raising my chin defiantly, I turned my back toward him, then lifted my hair so he could unzip my dress. "What about you?"
"I'm keeping my clothes on for now," Ryan replied.
"But..."
"No arguments, Libby," he repeated before lowering his lips to my bare shoulder.
Once I was standing naked before him, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I felt strangely exposed, being the only one undressed. He sat down on the couch and moved his stare slowly up and down my body. When he began stroking himself through his pants, I had to purse my lips to keep a moan from escaping them. He knew how much I loved to watch him masturbate.
Ryan's smile grew devilish as he crooked a finger at me. "Come here."
I immediately obeyed, though I was clueless as to what Ryan planned to do. He grasped my wrist and drew me even closer until I ended up straddling his lap. Our kiss was so fierce, so hungry, that I couldn't stop myself from reaching between us to feel how hard he'd become.
His erection pulsed beneath my fingers, but he broke the kiss to whisper, "Not yet, baby. Right now, this is all about you."
I smiled, still confused. Before I could ask what he meant, he dipped his head and took my nipple in his mouth. I immediately arched my back, thrusting my breasts in his face. He showered attention on both, and soon I was rolling my hips, betraying my longing to ride him.
"I'm going to get your nice pants wet," I said in a high, breathy voice. By this point, I was dripping.
Ryan looked up at me and licked his gorgeous lips. "That's not all you're going to get wet."
While I was still on his lap, he moved to stretch out on the couch, lying on his back. I began fumbling at his pants, desperate to take out his cock, but he again grabbed my wrists to stop me. I shot him a look of pure frustration, which only made him chuckle. Then, his stare took on the heat of arousal. I knew he was fully hard, and I had no idea why he was making me wait for what I so clearly wanted. I felt the word, please rest on my tongue, waiting to be spoken.
"Come up here and sit on my face," Ryan murmured.
It was as if his command was a lust-filled current, with my body serving as a perfect conductor. He'd gone down on me plenty of times, so expert in orally pleasuring me that I usually orgasmed in just a few minutes. But we'd never done this! I hesitated, suddenly unsure.
Ryan propped himself up a little. He said my name again, his voice firmer now. "I want to eat you out. I want your juice all over my face, and I want my tongue inside your sweet pussy."
I couldn't suppress my moan this time. He'd never said things like that to me before, and though I was blushing furiously, I realized I loved his dirty talk. As I moved to plant a knee on either side of his head, he grinned and settled back against the couch.
I knew just how fast my heart was beating at that moment because I could easily feel my pulse between my thighs. Spread wide above his face, I remained hesitant, inching downward.
"Don't get shy on me now," Ryan said, the grin obvious in his voice. Then he grabbed my hips and drew me to his waiting mouth.
There was no teasing swirl of his tongue, no exhalation of warm breath against my skin. Instead, he began licking my folds with an enthusiasm that made me cry out. I gripped the back of the couch, my muscles tense. Yet I relaxed at the sound of his contented moan. He clearly loved doing this! When he homed in on my clit, my breath hitched in my chest. He licked me so fiercely that I soon grew exquisitely sensitive.
"Ryan!" I squirmed in his grasp, and he reluctantly let me go. The moment I lifted myself off his face, I heard him draw in a lungful of air. Then he pulled me down again.
His tongue continued its merciless stimulation, making my hips rock. As I rode his face, I squeezed my eyes shut. Part of me wanted to tell him it was too much, too fast, but my quaking thighs revealed my excitement. Finally, he loosened his hold on me so I could put a little space between us. While my hips continued moving, Ryan extended his tongue. Now, it only skimmed my pussy, but I loved that sensation! Each time his tongue swept over my clit, I couldn't help but whimper with need. As aroused as I was, I knew it wouldn't take me long to come.
But Ryan had other plans. When he took hold of my hips again, I whined even while yielding to him. He positioned me exactly how he wanted, and I tensed, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure his mouth gave.
It was then that he began working his tongue into my opening.
"Oh, my God!" I wailed.
Again, he moaned as his tongue inched deeper. I started trembling all over. It felt like every nerve ending in my pussy was pulsing with lust. I couldn't believe he wanted to do this. I couldn't believe I was letting him! It made me feel dirty, sexy, and desired all at once.
By the time Ryan withdrew his tongue from me, I was right on edge. He only had to lick my clit with the same frenzied speed he'd used before to make me come hard on his face. I bit back a desperate scream while the contractions shuddered through me. Ryan's tongue grew tender, merely caressing my clit, but even that became too much. I wriggled out of his grasp, hot and panting. Scooting downward, I straddled his thighs and set about freeing his cock from his pants. As soon as I had it in my hand, I began stroking him to full hardness.
When our eyes met, I saw my helpless need reflected in his stare. His hair was mussed, and his lips were glistening, still coated with my juices. Like me, he was breathing fast. I positioned myself so the tip of his cock was right at my entrance.
"Libby, we need a condom." As he spoke, he wasn't looking at me. Instead, his gaze was fixed on my pussy, which was poised to take him.
"We'll stop when you get close." I didn't want to wait for us to take this to the bedroom. I wanted to feel him inside me right then, with no barrier between us. He let out a loud groan when I took every inch of his cock. Of course, I figured sex without a condom would feel good to him, but I had no idea just how good, until I saw the look of fierce pleasure on his face.
"Libby!" His voice was almost a whimper.
When I began riding him, he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. With my hand on the back of the couch for balance, I fucked him hard and fast. By now, I was confident enough in this position to bounce up and down, the way I'd wanted to during our first evening together. My tits jiggled with each movement, and I threw my head back, basking in a bliss that only continued growing. I couldn't believe I was already close to coming again!
Ryan grabbed my hips. "Baby, wait!"
Looking down at him, I saw the pleading in his eyes. I didn't want to stop; I didn't even want to slow down. My body was determined to climax. "I'm almost there!" I promised him. "I'm gonna come!"
"I'm too close, Libby!" His fingers tightened their grip.
Before I could speak another word, the orgasm washed over me, stealing my voice. I felt each blissful spasm through my entire body. My eyes rolled, and Ryan's helpless shout grew distant to my ears. As I writhed above him, my pussy rhythmically tightened around his cock. I'd never before come without clitoral stimulation, and this climax felt different, as if it had arisen from deep in my core.
I returned to my senses only when Ryan cupped my ass in his hands to lift me off his dick. Realizing we'd reached a critical point, I eased my body upward until he slid out of me. When our eyes met, I was shocked at how different he appeared, with the ferocity of his lust so clear on his face. He lunged for me, and I let out a startled yelp. Yet he wasn't rough while guiding me onto my back on the couch.
Now it was his turn to straddle my thighs. He took hold of his cock and gave it just a few strokes before a rope of semen shot forth to strike my belly. I stared in fascination as more soon followed. One spurt was so fierce that it landed on my chin.
Ryan's lips were drawn back from his teeth as he continued pumping away at his dick. He seemed determined to drain himself of every drop of cum. His grunts competed with my faint moans, and he eagerly watched while I stuck out my tongue and licked some of his semen from my skin. It was thick and salty, still warm when I swallowed it down.
After Ryan was finished, he let his head fall back for several moments as his breathing slowed. Then he looked at me again. "That was too close, Libby. I almost came inside you."
I averted my stare, flooded with shame. "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Ryan leaned forward to caress my cheek. "We just can't take a chance like that again." He climbed from the couch, and when I started to get up as well, he said, "Stay put. I'll be right back."
I stared at the ceiling, feeling my pulse pounding in my throat. Had I ruined the wonderful afternoon he'd planned for us? Was he angry that I indulged in such risky behavior?
Ryan returned carrying a wet cloth, and I lay still as he wiped his semen from my skin. I was relieved to find his gaze full of tenderness.
"I understand that was too risky," I began quietly, "but did you like being inside me without a condom?"
He closed his eyes for a brief moment while taking a deep breath. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "So much, Libby!"
I decided then that I would make an appointment to see a gynecologist so I could request a prescription for birth control.
That appointment was one of many firsts for me in the weeks that followed. I also started looking for a job, and since Ryan usually walked to work, he told me I should borrow his car to go on an interview. "It needs to be driven, anyway," he said. "You're doing me a favor."
I began working at a small store which opened at nine in the morning and closed at seven in the evening. I accepted as many hours as possible in order to save up for college. My coworkers were great, not at all like my former classmates, and I loved that my evenings were free to spend with Ryan. My manager assured me she'd work around my schedule when I began attending college in the fall.