Chapter 11

He smiled back at her. “I know. And it was amazing.”

“It sure was,” Freya said and laid her head back down on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “Too bad you’re such a party pooper.”

“Freya, I –” he began, but she cut him off.

“No. No. You’re right ... as usual,” she conceded. “If someone had come in, we wouldn’t have been able to just pretend we were innocently watching the movie.” After a long pause, she continued, “And I don’t want our first time to be rushed in a theater with some lame movie playing in the background.”

Another pause. Alex knew that she wasn’t done, so he said nothing and gave her the time she needed.

“And I don’t want it to be in a parking lot in the back seat of your car, either.”

He smiled at her. “I know. And that was the real reason that I stopped you. Our first time is something that we will remember for the rest of our lives, Frey.”

A tiny tear slipped from one eye. “Sometimes I think that I don’t deserve you, Alex.”

“You deserve everything, Freya. It’s I that doesn’t deserve you.”

Curled up in his lap, held snugly in his arms, Freya had never felt so loved.

But she also felt a little scared.

She didn’t know what had happened, but she had suddenly, desperately needed sex. It was overwhelming. And even worse, when Alex denied her – and she knew that he was right, of course – but when he had said no, she practically went into a rage. She blindly needed his cock inside of her. And if she was going to be honest with herself, for a few moments, she was willing to do absolutely anything to get it.

Anything.

Even though the blind rage had only been for a couple of short seconds, the overpowering feeling of helplessness at the hands of her passionate desire still frightened her.

It frightened her a lot.

Although she still felt like she needed a dick in her, the feeling wasn’t as urgent as before. Now, she only felt like she would do almost anything instead of absolutely anything for his cock. It may have been a minor distinction, but it was a distinction nonetheless.

Freya had never felt such a strong need for anything before.

She had also, if only for a moment, never felt such blind rage before.

‘I’ll feel differently in the morning,’ she tried to assure herself.

But she wouldn’t.

The next morning, Freya rolled over onto her back in bed, still asleep. Her wet and pruney thumb fell out of her mouth. Completely unknown to her, Freya had been sucking her thumb in her sleep for the last week. It was a habit that she had stopped when she was three, almost seventeen years ago, but had recently started up again after sucking the dick of her boyfriend, Alex, for the first time last Friday.

Freya woke, twenty minutes later, from a dream that she would not remember. She languorously stretched her arms, yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

In her forgotten dream, she was fervently sucking a cock.

But it wasn’t Alex’s.

It wasn’t anyone’s.

Just a dick in her mouth. Filling it. Stuffed halfway down her throat.

Then another dick invaded her pussy. In her sleep, she had spread her legs and gently bucked her hips. As oftentimes happens in a dream, this seemed to go on for hours. She was floating in the soft nothingness of fantasy being face fucked and pussy fucked by two huge cocks.

She could feel the pressure building in both of the cocks that were stuffed in her and she knew what was about to happen. Within seconds, both cocks came inside of her filling her belly from both ends. In her dream, she screamed in unbridled ecstasy, but in her bed, a bare squeak was all that escaped her mouth.

All of this was forgotten as she woke.

Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling thinking about last night at the movies. Alex had fingered her to two sensational orgasms, and they were wonderful. They really were. But then something had changed.

She could recall how she almost fell into a blind rage to get at Alex’s cock. She vaguely remembered frantically pawing at the zipper of his pants. He had stopped her and she had been simply furious. She wasn’t now, of course, but at the time, she had been infuriated by his denial of what she wanted.

Of what she needed.

The previous night, Freya had hoped that she would feel differently in the morning, and indeed she did, but maybe not differently enough. Her anger at her boyfriend’s denial was in the past, almost too easy to downplay in the morning light, but she still craved his dick. She still wanted it. Needed it. It was an emptiness inside her. An incessant gnawing in her gut.

She chalked it up to her young-adult hormones being kicked into overdrive by finally becoming fully sexually active, but buried deep down, there was a part of her that worried it could be more.

She laid there staring at the ceiling, one hand unconsciously stroking the soft hair above her vagina, while she started to plan her day – or really her evening. Her parents had a dinner party that they were going to and they usually stayed late, and on top of that, it was an hour and a half drive, so Freya easily had the entire evening to just Alex and herself.

After a couple of months of dating, kissing, and fooling around, and then the recent blowjob she had given him and the fingering that he had given her, she knew that finally getting Alex’s dick in her pussy wouldn’t be much of an issue – heck, she had been trying to keep it out of her for practically the entire time they had been dating! But Alex, always the perfect gentleman, had never pushed her too hard.