My First Night

Was she crazy?

Had she lost her mind?

Admitting that maybe she kinda liked him was one thing, this was a whole 'nother talkshow topic. Who was she kidding anyway, thinking she was ready for a big step like this. Anyone with half a brain could easily tell she wasn't. But then again, she was 21 years old, no one knew her better than she knew herself. Would he even want to? He acted like he did but guys are so complex, half the time they don't even know they're sending out mixed signals. That would be so humiliating if she was wrong and he really didn't want to. Not only would if hurt her pride, but also prove her theory that there was an evil Justin hiding within the Randall she knew. There was no reason to not want to right? She'd done everything she said she was going to do, and he wasn't just some guy she'd met in an alley.

Who was she kidding, she wasn't even positive on what 2nd base consisted of and whether or not they'd been there, now she was considering skipping the whole damn ballgame? And why did she want to? Why was it suddenly so important? Why did she start getting those urges now? Well, she wasn't just getting them now, she'd had them for awhile but still--why was she listening to them? That didn't matter. She didn't know why and she didn't need to to. She was a grown woman, she knew what she wanted and what she didn't want. And since she knew what she wanted she was sure, right? No! Yes! She was sure. She wanted to. He wanted to, most likely. There nothing wrong with it.

"No reason to back down now," she adjusted her bra once again, looked herself over, and then slide the shirt on over her body.

Justin was sitting at the end of the bed getting undressed when McKayla walked in. He looked up at her briefly before returning his gaze to his shoes. She was wearing his shirt again, he hated when she did that. It did... things... to him.

"I was begining to wonder about you," he said.

"Sorry about that," she took a deep breath and walked to stand infront of him when he stood, "You tired?"

"No, after the past few months we've had I'm used to staying up late."

So was she. The last 2 months had been a hell of a rollercoaster.

"Good," she stood up on her tiptoes and placed her lips over his.

Both of them were alittle hesistant at first. McKayla was never really the one to anniciate contact.

"What's going on?" he asked with a smirk between kisses.

"You know. You know what's up."

Boy, did he ever.

She kissed him again, her tongue gently tracing the outline of his bottomlip, her fingertips just barely sliding under the waistband of his jeans. He pulled away from her immediately. A mixture of shock and curiousity stretched across his handsome features.

"What are you doing?"

McKayla rolled her eyes. If he kept interupting her like that she was going to lose her nerve.

"I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count."

He made a noise.

"I know what you're doing but..."

"You don't want to," she filled in the blank when he didn't continue.

"No, no that's not it, it's just--didn't you wanna wait till you were married?"

"I did," she waved her ringfinger at him, "And I'm tired of waiting."

Alright, so that didn't work.

"Don't you want it to be special?" he tried.

"Who says it won't be," her voice was so soft, so discouraged he barely heard her.

She looked up at his face, he still wasn't convinced.

"Justin please, don't make me beg," her eyes were almost pleading.

Didn't he understand that this was a big step for her? McKayla Malone never, ever begged anyone for anything.

"Alright, look, I'll just go and find someone-," she moved to walk past him.

"Wait wait wait a sec," he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to her original postition. He had to kinda smile at her, he knew she was stepping out of her element for him.

"You're just gonna go ditch me for another guy?"

"Well you aren't willing," she replied.

He stared at her awhile longer and put a hand to her face.

"Are you sure?"

There was the question she'd been asking herself for the past hour. Was she?

"Yes."

He gave her a second to change her mind, and when she didn't he kissed her, all inhibitions out the window. His hands moved up to cup her face, carressing her cheek in an effort to calm her down. She may have been able to pretend like it was no big deal, but now that she knew where the situation was going to lead a streak of nervousness ran down her spine and she began to shake subconciously.

The nervousness didn't subside any when Justin pulled away from her and stared down with crystal eyes.

"Come here," he gently took her hand and lead her to the side of the bed where he motioned for her to sit down.

McKayla did as told, fidgetting with her hands in her lap. She could feel his stare on the side of her face and could sense his hand as he reached up push her hair back behind her ear. She turned to stare at him with wide eyes when he leaned in close, his face a breath away, "Don't fear me now."

McKayla nodded and took a deep breath.

"We'll move really slow, and I'll be very gentle, okay?" Justin continued to run his fingers through her hair as he spoke.

McKayla hurriedly nodded. His fingers gripped her chin and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes.

"I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."

"I know."

And that's what was scary. The game between them had paused. They had entered dangerously new territory and the only one of them cruising around with any kind of roadmap was Justin. Which meant she had to lean on him and trust him completely. Justin was in complete control.

One of his hands craddled the back of her neck as his kisses began again, parting her lips with his tongue. It didn't take long before she was given the cue to lay on her back. She scooted back on the bed, watching carefully as his lean body crawled over here, almost cat-like. He settled over her and all at once she felt the air in her stomach go rushing out. He was heavier than expected. The feeling was almost like being smothered, only it was a good type of smothered, the kind of smothered a person looks forward too. Suddenly she became aware of their lack of clothing and the fact that she was only wearing underwear and his shirt, and he was only in his boxers.

His lips decended over hers and the kisses that were once passionate and intense were now mixed with romantic butterfly kisses. McKayla settles into the rythmn easily, slow just like he'd promised. Maybe it was because she was crushed between Justin's body and the bed, but the tempature in the room had gone up considerably and she was having trouble catching her breath. Eveytime Justin pulled away for a second she felt the need to gasp for air. Attentive Justin picked up on it, he could feel the movement in her chest everytime. He allowed himself to be occupied by the side of her neck while she got a hold on her breathing.

His plan worked fine in the beginning as his lips moved down her cheek and along her jaw, but as soon as his tongue smoothed over her skin she was right back at square one. It was baby soft, and wet, and warm like his skin. She couldn't help weaving her fingers into his hair as he traveled from just below her ear, down her neck, across her shoulder, to her collarbone, and finally down to her breast in the large amount of cleavage she's left uncovered by the shirt. At first contact her whole body did a kind of spasm, her legs went numb, and her thighs fell open, opening herself up to him completely. It wasn't until she heard Justin's chuckle that she came back down from the clouds.

"What?"

He flashed a proud, million-dollar smile, "I found your spot."

"Congradulations. Want a cookie?"

"Yes," his smart ass smirk was in place as he leaned down to continue teasing his new favorite part of her curvacious body.

His hands fiddled with the buttons on her shirt and it was only seconds before he had it undone. Moving lower, he made a straight line down her body. Her belly was soft and plush. Comfortable and filled out like the body of a real woman and not some impersonator with the figure of a 12 year-old boy. Just below her belly button he was met with brown mesh undies. His first instinct was to sit up, rip them off, and have at it. But he promised he would take care of her, that they would move slow.

He did sit up on his knees, but instead of ripping them off her body he reached down and hooked his thumbs through the sides and slowly pulled them down. His eyes stared into hers, almost asking permission, even though he didn't wait for it. McKayla lifted her hip, followed by her legs to make it easier for him. Her nervouness kicked in again at the thought that someone was seeing her this way, the intimate, vulnerable parts of her body. Instinctively she closed herself off to him, clenching her thighs together. Justin meerly shook his head at her as he gently parted her knees before moving closer. When had they switched roles and he became the one aching to be intimate and she was the one with doubts?

This time when Justin laid over her they were skin to skin, except for her bra and his boxers. She became pleasantly aware of his arousal as it rubbed against her though the cotton. Without warning he was kissing her, massaging her tongue, tasting her essence. She was so caught up in trying to keep up with him that she hardly noticed the hand exploring her most innocent of places, massaging and carressing. She did become aware of it when something sturdy was pushed up inside of her. Contact between their mouths was broken and her head was thrown back as a loud gasp escaped her lips.

"Oh my God. What are you doing?"

It was like he was there, but he wasn't. Like her insides were numb and she couldn't feel exactly what he was doing this to her, but she knew it was him making those movements and she could feel the soft ripples of pleasure coursing through her. She was relieved when he began to suck on the hollow at the base of her neck. There was no way she'd be able to focus on kissing him while these still unexplained delicious sensations were going on.

McKayla had to admit that every once in awhile his movements were companied by a suttle sting, but between his hand and his lips and his hot breath on her skin, it was well over powered by the pleasure factor. Over several minutes his motions increased in both speed and pressure and McKayla's finger nails were digging into his arm in a way that was probably painful for Justin. She couldn't help it, the sensations were beginning to knot together in a ball that would soon erupt into a frenzy of emotion.

But before that could happen the sensations began to fade and Justin's hand pulled away, leaving her worked up with no means of release. McKayla's eyes opened lazily and she stared at the man that was her husband as he stroked her side, allowing her a moment to calm down. She started to speak but he cut her off.

"Sit up," he offered his hand.

Once she did he pulled off the open shirt and unhooked her bra before flinging it away and pushing her back onto her back. McKayla wondered if she might ever move from this position, not that she wasn't enjoying herself so far. But weren't women required to do something too?

Justin's mind was completely in a daze as her breast stared up at him and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he reached for one. Her skin was sizzling, her nipples erect with excitement and he gave them a gentle tug, followed by a soothing lap from his tongue. Her breast were pillowy soft and they contorted into any shape he wanted easily, a far contrast from some of the surgically enhanced breasts he'd dealt with in his life.

She felt his eyes traveling over her and closed her eyes to try to block it out. She had an overwhelming want to close herself off, to keep herself hidden, but she was the one who had started this, she wanted to finish it. The bed shifted as Justin moved around, but she didn't dare open her eyes until she felt him stretch out over her and she realized they were skin to skin again, this time completely.

"Condom," she started to sit up, only to be pushed down again by the hand on her shoulder.

"Already taken care of."

Wow, he moved fast.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he put a hand to her face and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

The arousal coursing through her veins was so strong that it was no longer a matter of her wanting this, but needing this.

"I'm sure."

A slow peck sealed the deal. He held himself up above her, watching her face intently. McKayla ran her hands over his arms, marveling at the taut muscles holding his torso inches above hers. She mentally prepared herself for the moment, breathing deeply and bracing herself. They locked eyes and held eachother's gaze from the moment his lower extremity touched her, until he was buried deep inside of her. McKayla bit down on her lip roughly to keep her cry to herself.

In a second they were both sweaty, panting against eachother, even though he'd only moved against her a few times. They were slow, penetrating thrusts, taking several minutes to complete just a couple. It became apparent to her why he had used his hand on her first. He was preparing her body, spreading around the fluids that would later become his lubrication.

Her legs were quivering uncontrollably and he pulled them up, tucking them against his sides and out of the way. He stayed nestled between them, moving against her slowly, deeply. He couldn't help but let himself become momentarily caught-up in the moment. Maybe this was McKayla, and maybe they didn't always get along, but he'd never felt anything like this before. No one had been this soft, or warm, or fit around him so perfectly. It took all of his willpower not to pound against her and reach his own climax, but he promised her. Not only that but he wanted to do this. He wanted to watch her, make her experience something she never had before. She'd never ever have this moment back again, and he wanted it to be as special as possible.

He allowed his hands to keep her close, one holding her face, the other massaging her breast tenderly. There were a donzen things he could have done to her body running through his mind, but it was her first time and he wanted this pivital moment to be the main focus. Other activities could always come later, it's not like he'd forget how to do it. One of McKayla's hands reached for his hip while the other snaked around his shoulders and began scratching at his shoulderblade in an attempt to express what she was feeling as he kissed her, watching her work herself into a frenzy.

His body came to a hault and he continued massaging her, forcing her to calm down and start all over again from the beginning.

"Relax," he whispered, kissing her ear, "I just wanna make you feel good."

Justin kissed her, sucking her lip into his mouth before he pulled back to view her flushed face. He pulled her legs up higher, allowing himself to sink in further, slowly stretching her body in phases, electing a moan from both of them. His mouth covered hers and he chose that moment to begin moving again, muffling her cries with his body. His lips left her but he stayed close and their breath recycled back and forth between their open mouths.

McKayla's mind went hazy as she allowed herself to be enveloped by these feelings. The feeling of this man and how good he felt moving inside of her. She grasped his hips again as he picked up rhythm and her head lolled to the side. Again she was overwhelmed by his tongue on her shoulder, soft and moist.

His body pushed harder and their hands slid over eachother's skin easily, glistening with persperation. McKayla craddled him to her, the sweat running into her eyes making them burn. Her hair was damp, spread out over the pillow under her. She could feel the sensations begin to knot together in her stomach again, this time tighter. The masculine hands gripping her body moved down to her hips as Justin begged his body not to give out, not to let go before she did.

McKayla's arm shot up and she grabbed the headboard as the knot grew tighter. It kept getting tigher, and stronger, and she couldn't help but make noises that reflected that. Sure she'd felt these butterflies before, but they had never quite been this intense. They'd never felt this good before.

Suddenly her hips had a mind of their own and they began to roll as her insides started to squeeze in waves like the ocean. Justin turned his head to the side, biting down on her arm as she massaged hims intimately, clinching tightly and releasing only to do it again. Someone grabbed the sheets, pulling one corner off the mattress. McKayla's back arched, lifting them both off the bed momentarily. Then it was over and they laid flat and still, one on the other. All was quiet except for the panting, their attempt to catch up on the oxygen they'd been denying themselves.

After a couple of minutes Justin reached between them, removing himself from her body, before rolling off of her to lay at her sdie.

McKayla put her knees together, going back to hiding herself she put a hand to her forehead, and the realization of what had just happened set in.

Afterward , they laid in silence on their sides facing eachother. McKayla was squeezing a pillow to her body, her limbs withdrawn from him. That was fine with Justin. He understood that maybe she needed to be alone, to not be touched. What had happened was a big deal. He could still feel her skin, he could still hear her, he could remember every moment. Holding onto that, instead of her, was enough for him right now.

Completed
Coffee is the author of 27 other stories.

This story is part of the series, Our Family Album Series. The previous story in the series is Falsas Esperanzas (Our Family Album part 1). The next story in the series is The InBetween (Our Family Album part 3).

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