The ride back home is awkward, and the tension between us is ten times thicker than it was back in the hall. It's not the only tension that you are thinking about, but also the other one. I intend to say that I am freaking mad at Christopher for cutting me off like that. I can't believe he didn't allow me to meet Peter before I left. I am so fucking angry at him for that. Who the hell does he think he is? He can't just drag me out like this. I mean, Peter is my friend, and he was the one who invited me to the party. I just can't leave like this. I don't know if he would even want to be friends with me anymore after what happened today. Fuck! I feel so terrible for him. I don't know what he must be thinking of me.

Oh, my god! What if Mr. and Mrs. Smith saw me kissing Christopher? Shit! What the hell I was thinking while doing that? Their son invited me to the party, and I was making out there with some other random guy. It would be fucking embarrassing if they got to know about it! I am sure they would be totally thinking of me to be some kind of bitch. Oh, god! I never wanted this night to end like this.

I shoot a dirty glare at Christopher who is driving, but he doesn't seem to be paying any attention. Why the fuck he is acting as if nothing really happened? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eyes. He still looks so handsome in the white tux, and I realize it's the first time when I am seeing him in something else other than his usual jacket. He looks so damn sexy that I want to pounce on him right now. What the hell? Stop it, Nicole! Don't look at him. You are mad at him, remember?

Yes. He is a fucking asshole! You should not admire his good looks while you are angry at him. How strange it is that moments ago I was kissing him back, and now I feel like punching him in the face for what he did.

I am sitting in the passenger seat with an ugly scowl on my face while Christopher is driving. I look out of the window turning my head harshly and for a moment I feel like I might have broken my neck with the force I have jerked it. Anyway, I wanted him to know I am fucking mad at his behavior.

Once I turn then I don't look back at him, trying to avoid meeting his gaze at any cost. I just want to go back home and get to my room as soon as possible. I am not going to talk to Christopher in any case. Maybe I could call Peter and apologize to him after that. I could just make some excuse. That's a great idea, right? After a few minutes of thinking about getting the proper excuse, when we are halfway through the distance, I feel something strange on my leg. I snap my eyes towards my leg to squash it down, thinking of it to be some bug, but then I realize it to be Christopher's hand resting on my exposed thigh. Shit! I knit my eyebrows together and turn my head towards him in horror, but he doesn't bother to pay attention to me as he keeps his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.

Fuck! I don't know why, but my heart beating increases rapidly. My breathing unknowingly becomes ragged even though his hand is simply resting there. I suddenly feel butterflies in my stomach. Shit! What is happening? Why can't he keep his hand to himself? I don't know why the fuck he is doing this? Can't he realize how affected I am by the simple touch of his palm? Calm down, Nicole! It's nothing. Don't fucking lose your shit right now. I close my eyes and mentally chant to myself. And then he does the most unexpected thing. He begins to move his fingers, making small circles over my thigh. Shit! Shit! Fucking bastard! He looks absolutely calm and composed while tormenting me with his touch. I know he is purposely torturing me because I can see the slight cocky smirk on his face. I give him a last fuck you Christopher glare and turn towards the window again.

The rest of the ride is a hell of torture, making me regret the decision of agreeing to come with Christopher. When we get to the house, the moment car stops I jump out of it and storm towards the door. That's it, I am done with this guy. I get in quickly and hurry towards the stairs, but before I know I am pulled back abruptly. Without giving me the time to process what's happening, Christopher crashes his lips onto mine. He pushes me against the nearest wall, pinning my hands above my head. His lips move vigorously as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. I groan against his lips, trying to free my hands, but he doesn't let me go. Fuck! How dare he? What should I do now? His lips are working so professionally that I don't find any relevant thought getting in my mind.

I struggle to think for some time, and then something pops into my brain. The only option that I find to get back on him is to show him what I can do. I don't have my hands free, so I have to show him with my lips. He thinks that he is having an upper hand in this, but I'll show him what I got in me. I then let out my anger by kissing him fiercely. I kiss him back with the same intensity, molding my tongue with his.

He looks impressed by my response as he bites my lip gently before pulling away, earning a soft moan from me. Just when I thought I was taking the charge his lips leave mine and travel down to my neck. I gasp when he kisses his way down and sucks on my skin. I close my eyes in satisfaction with every kiss he plants on my skin as I forget everything. I forget being mad at him as I give in myself to him. I don't know what I am thinking anymore as his warm lips consume me. His lips then move back to my mouth hungrily as he kisses me back possessively. And this time he frees my arms and without wasting any time I take the opportunity to wrap them around his neck.

I don't know how and when we reach Christopher's room in between the hot kissing session, but I get back to my senses only when I fall back on the bed with a thump. I am panting heavily as I see Christopher looking at me with his lustful eyes. He stands at the edge of the bed as he removes his tux and bow. And I instantly reach to unbutton his shirt. Soon his shirt is discarded, leaving him only in his pants. The moment his naked chest comes into my view, I stare at him in awe. His sculpted muscles are on display and my throat gets dry. His abs and chest are for sure a mouthwatering sight, and I suddenly feel the urge to run my hands over his body. But I am too afraid, thinking I might turn him off by doing that.

Realizing that I had been gawking at him for too long like a freak, he says. "I am more than flattered by the expression you are giving me right now."

I blush, tearing my gaze away from him. I don't want to show him how hot he is making me feel right now.

"I know you still wouldn't admit that you are attracted to me..." He says slowly climbing on the bed.

"Chris..." I start, planning to tell him about how I feel about him, but before that he places his finger on my lips.

"Shhhhhh...Don't say anything. Just let me make you realize how you feel.." I close my eyes as he leans forward kissing me.

When he pulls back, he tilts my chin to look up at him. "I love your dress, Nicole." He states in a hoarse voice as he hovers over me. I gulp harshly with the sight of his hard chest in front of me. "But I would love it more when it'll be off from your body." His sexy voice rings in my ears as he reaches for the zipper on the back of my dress. Registering what he is actually aiming to do, I become hesitant. Fuck! I realize I haven't told him yet that I am a virgin. I don't know how he would react to that piece of information. Anyhow, I know I have to tell that to him.

"Christopher...I.." I shift back uncomfortably. Fuck! How do I say it?

"What is it, Nicole?" He asks me with a frown on his face as he retrieves his hand back to him.

"I don't know if you'd enjoy this or not...." I drawl with a sense of embarrassment. Shit! What am I saying? I am sure I would probably turn him off with my shitty words. Why am I like this? Why this is so fucking difficult to say?

"What? I didn't understand. What are you talking about, Nicole?" He furrows his eyebrows, looking confused.

I look down, fiddling with my fingers. "I mean...I don't know if you'll like what we are going to do because I'veNeverDoneThisBefore." I blurt the last line in one go, not wanting to face the embarrassment. I cover my face with my hands and shut my eyes tightly, not wishing to see the disappointment on his face. What if he rejects me because I am inexperienced? After a minute, I slowly peek at him through the gaps in between my fingers.

"What did you say?" He says looking at me in shock as he pulls my hands down from my face.

"I've never done this before," I admit to him in a small voice.

"You..You...mean...." He stammers as he realizes what I mean.

"Fuck! You mean you are a virgin?" He stares at me with his eyes wide open. I look towards him through my lashes and nod timidly. His shoulders sag as he shakes his head in frustration. He mutters a curse under his breath and begins to climb down from the bed. Oh no! I don't want him to leave like this?

I instantly catch hold of his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Going back to my room." He says with a straight face. What? He can't abandon me after all this? He can't do this to me. No, I wouldn't allow him to leave me sexually frustrated. I know it might sound stupid but I want him right now no matter what the later consequences, maybe. I am so fucking tired of playing this game with him now. It's a now or never situation for me. I have chosen what I want and I am not backing off from my decision.

"Why?" I ask, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Fuck, Nicole! I can't...I can't do this...." He lets out an exasperated sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I didn't know you were a virgin."

"If I would have known this before..."

I cut him off before he completes his sentence. "It doesn't matter now. It's too late to think about it, Christopher. We have come way too far from that phase...there is no turning back now." I plead to him with my eyes. "I feel like I am over the edge, Christopher." I close my eyes, feeling emotionally and sexually dejected. "This is fucking painful now.....Please I want this to be over...I can't bear with this anymore...." I tell him sounding desperate. Oh gosh! I would be looking so pathetic at this moment. I guess I have reached such an extent of vexation, where I don't even realize how ridiculous I am sounding right now. He doesn't say anything as he looks at me. He can't leave me like this. We have to get this done or else I think I'll go insane.

"I want this...please..." I say, pulling his hand which I realize I am still holding.

"But....you.... seemed uncomfortable, Nicole." He says shaking his head in denial.

"I was just letting you know that I wouldn't know what to do....because it would be my first time," I tell him honestly.

"Nicole, you are so innocent.....I can't....I am so sorry for saying all those things. I am so fucking sorry. You don't understand.....I don't deserve this...." He states, looking guilty as he presses his forehead against mine. I close my eyes, listening to him. Why can't he understand what I want? He was the one who pulled me into this, and now he can't just back off like that.

"Fuck it, Christopher. I don't care." I say when I open my eyes. I lean forward and kiss Christopher.

"I fucking want you, Christopher." I look at him straight in the eyes. "Do you want me?" I whisper seductively, doing the boldest thing that I would have never thought of doing. I unzip my dress and let it fall to my waist, exposing my strapless bra to him.

His eyes move down to my chest and his eyes shine with an unusual sparkle. His eyes grow darker as I see him giving up before me. "Fuck! I've wanted this since the day I laid eyes on you, Cole." He instantly kisses me back, pushing me onto the bed and then pulls the dress down. I sigh and lay down on the bed half naked with only my bra and panties. And suddenly I am hit by my all insecurities. I have never been fat, but when I got into college, I suddenly gained weight which led to an eruption of stretch marks over my body. However, I then followed a strict routine and got in shape back. But I still have some remnants of unappealing stretch marks over my thighs. I become skeptical about Christopher seeing them. So I shut my eyes close, thinking about it. It would probably be another major turn off for him. Shit! I am so not prepared to face this embarrassment now.

"Open your eyes. Cole." I hear Christopher's voice after some time.

"You are so beautiful. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." I look at him with an unsure expression as he smiles at me.

Knowing that I am still doubtful about what he said, he frowns. "Come, let me show you how beautiful you are.." He says pulling my hand. I look at him in confusion as he leads me towards the dressing table, making me stand in front of the mirror. He stands behind me with his hard front pressed against my back as he rests his face in the crook of my neck.

"See....how stunning you are..." He whispers in my ear and looks at us in the mirror.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a chill running through my spine.

"I am showing you how gorgeous you are.." He kisses my cheek and an embarrassing blush creeps through my neck.

"So fucking..beautiful..." He places his arms over mine as he guides one of them to wrap around his neck. He overlaps his right hand over my other hand and guides it to my face.

"Those piercing blue eyes..." He trails my fingers on my face and I look towards the mirror. "Those kissable lips....So fucking kissable..." He says guiding my fingers to tug at my lower lip and I feel all hot and bothered by the heat radiating from his body. I shiver with his breath fanning over my ear as his hand moves further trailing fingers down. He lets my hand to the side and I look at him expectantly, wondering what his next move is. His hand then goes behind my back, his fingertips brush against my neck as I shudder. I feel him unclasping my bra and it falls to the ground, exposing my boobs. My chest begins to heave in an uncoordinated manner as I look at myself in the mirror. I notice his eyes grow darker as he drinks me in through the mirror. The immense amount of desire with which he is looking at me right now makes my knees go weak. I gaze at him as his eyes seem to be fixated on my breasts, appearing to be hypnotized by them.

"Fucking perfect." He breathes after a moment, cupping my breasts with his palms. "So soft." He mutters and my nipples harden. He slowly starts massaging them with his hands and I feel goosebumps erupting over my body. I bite my lip, trying to control myself from screaming as he squeezes them roughly.

"Do you like it, Cole?" He asks and I nod frantically encouraging him to keep going.

He smirks as he pinches them teasingly and I moan, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. Oh, my god! He takes his sweet time playing with my nipples and I feel fire building between my legs. Torrents of pleasure stream through my body as his fingers worship my breasts. His fingers then go even down through the valley of my breast.

"Open your eyes, Nicole...Look at yourself." His fingers reach my navel as he circles his thumb around it. And I gasp as his fingers go even lower, trying to explore the forbidden territory. I feel already wet when he reaches the lace of my panties. I choke in surprise as he pulls my panties down skillfully in one go. Thank god that I shave regularly. I didn't use to do it earlier, but I started after getting Becky's valuable advice. She used to say that it's better to be prepared because you never know when you might get lucky. And I am pretty much thankful to her for that piece of suggestion. I stand completely naked now in front of the mirror. I stare at him awkwardly and see him gulp harshly as he watches my naked body. He doesn't tear his gaze from the mirror as he stares at me through it. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling the crook of my neck and I lean back responding to his touch.

When he opens his eyes, he resumes where he left. His fingers lead to slither down and my breath hitches. A sharp bolt of current sprints through my body as I feel his fingers down there. I whimper in joy when I feel his hand working down playfully. My heart begins to beat at an insanely fast rate when his fingers graze my entrance.

"Fuck!" I mutter as he begins to tease my sensitive spot with his fingers. I grip his neck tightly as I feel my knees getting weak. He kisses my cheek as his fingers trail over my heated core, up and down in a rhythmic pattern, forcing me to press myself more onto him. I have never craved for someone's touch as much as I am craving for Christopher's right now. I don't want him to stop at any cost. My mind goes dizzy as I lose my senses with Christopher's fingers toying with my wet bud.

"Ahhhhh..." I bite my lip harshly when he presses on a particular sensitive spot.

After some time of having his torture, he flips me, making me gasp. And without giving me any time, he kisses me hastily on my lips. He moves down to my neck carnivorously and I moan in bliss, thinking how skillfully his lips are working. He then goes down towards my breast and I curl my fingers into his hair. He teases my left nipple with his tongue and I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his wet tongue over it. He bites, sucks, and devours it as his other hand kneads my right breast. I never thought I could be so sexually turned on. Fuck! I feel like I would explode any moment if I wouldn't have Christopher buried deep inside me.

"You are so fucking sexy, babe." He tells, dragging his hot tongue down.

My fingers leave his hair and I grip onto his shoulder as he goes down, his tongues move slowly down my naval sucking and planting sweet kisses. I look down at him, anticipating that he knows what I need the most right now. He gives me one seductive smile before going down and kneeling in front of me.

"I want to taste you, Cole. Will you allow me to do it?" He asks in a husky voice and I shake my head, agreeing to him. I am not in a state to talk or argue. I have submitted myself to him completely, and I want him to do whatever he can to reduce the pain I am having between my thighs. And I know nothing could do that job except for that sexy mouth of his.

He takes the indication of my misery as he grabs my ass and pulls me towards him. A High-pitched squeal escapes my lips when his tongue gets in the place where I exactly want them. His hot tongue roll over my opening and I moan with pure pleasure streaming through my veins. His tongue trail over my core and I throw my head back with the ecstasy fabricating in me. He teases my entrance with his tongue and then props it into my opening, making me choke. He then throws my leg over his shoulder, getting a better angle of my entrance. His tongue then flicks in and out of my core and I pant, gripping his hair. He strokes his tongue into my folds at a perfect speed as I push forward, offering myself more to him. Fuck! This feels so good.