Chapter 12

Ally squirmed as a cool breeze from the ceiling fan hit her newly exposed moist pussy. Bruiser licked his lips and smiled at the sight before him. She was so sweet... so innocent... so ready!

He pulled back just enough to see all that was important. This was going to be a delectable experience that even Bruiser wanted to take his time and savor!

Her chest heaved up and down with each breath, causing her marvelously shaped breasts to bob up and down. Bruiser traced the outline of her curves with a single finger, enjoying the way she shivered with his touch.

Confusion didn't even begin to describe the feelings rushing through Ally. The Catholic girl inside of her wanted him to stop because they had already gone too far. But the new and improved Ally wanted more. It felt so good to be held in someone's arms, even for just a little while.

Ally couldn't fault Bruiser for wanting to go on, especially when her own emotions were so mixed. People always say when a woman says 'no', she means 'no'. Given the way Ally was feeling, she could see why so many guys doubted women who said 'no'. Heck, even her own 'no' lacked conviction!

Bruiser suckled each breast tenderly, and then hungrily captured her mouth. Tongues danced and hands roamed, priming her for the main event. Somewhere along the line, Bruiser had shed all of his clothes, too, and was propped above her in all his naked glory. Ally couldn't help but gaze down at his large hard penis. She wasn't experienced by any means, but even she knew this man was ready to get down to business.

The time had come, and there was clearly no turning back. Deciding she stood little chance of stopping him, Ally scrunched her eyes closed, and tightened her clenched fists around wads of bedding, preparing for the pain she was sure would come.

Parting her legs, Bruiser ran a hand down each creamy thigh. It was obvious she was still a virgin, so he wanted to minimize any potential discomfort as much as possible. He rubbed her pussy, tentatively slipping a finger between her folds. She was wet alright, but he wanted more for her than that. He wanted sweet Ally to get some pleasure out of the experience. That way, he figured, there was a good chance she'd be back for more.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, kissing her neck. Bruiser hated to see her looking so tense. Between her tightly closed eyes and her death grip on the covers, she looked more like she was ready for a plane crash, not her first foray into sex.

"I'm fine," she croaked, swallowing hard.

"Are you okay with this?"

Her nod was almost imperceptible.

Bruiser found her clit and rubbed it in slow, lazy circles. A pleasured moan escaped her moist rose colored lips. He smiled and sped up the motion of his finger, causing her to quiver with delight.

Mmm, this is sinfully delicious. A dreamy smile crossed her lips as her grip on the bedding loosened.

As her heart raced and she thought it could get no more intense, Bruiser spread her legs further and bent them at the knees. "This'll make it a bit easier," he explained, getting into position. "You ready?" he asked, preparing to take aim for his destination.

"No! Yes! Oh God, I don't know!" She arched her back, not wanting the sensations to stop, but terrified to have them continue.

Bruiser reached in the nightstand to grab a small foil packet. Ally opened one eye to see what he was up to. Her heart nearly stopped when she thought about how easily they could have forgotten to use protection. She was grateful that he had the presence of mind to think of it because it had become painfully obvious that Ally didn't quite know what in the world she was doing.

Ally braced herself for the inevitable as Bruiser took a deep breath and positioned himself above her.

"I'll be gentle, I promise," he assured her. He used a finger to check that she was still ready for him. A squirm and a moan confirmed that she was. He lined up his penis in an attempt to make his entry as painless as possible for her.

As its head touched her opening, the bedroom door burst open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" a male voice screamed.

Before Ally could even register whose voice it was, Bruiser was yanked off the top of her. She opened one eye just in time to see Barclay's fist make contact with Bruiser's face. She winced at the sound and cringed as blood began running from his nose.

"Stop!" she cried, sitting up in the bed and covering herself with the sheet. "It's not his fault!"

Barclay ignored her, enraged at what he saw. "I trusted you, man!" Barclay shouted, sticking an angry finger in Bruiser's face.

Bruiser snorted. "Well maybe if you weren't so busy sucking face with your bimbo over there..." he said, jerking his head toward Kaija who stood in the doorway wide-eyed.

"Fuck you!"

"I've got news for you, man, you can't have every woman on campus. Ally deserves better than that," Bruiser said, trying to poison Ally's mind with regard to Barclay.

"Well she sure as hell deserves better than having some inebriated jock slobbering all over her!"

Bruiser couldn't help but grin at Barclay's use of such a word. Inebriated... shit-faced would have been more like it! "Whoa, that's an awfully big word, buddy!" Bruiser laughed hysterically and turned to Ally. "Wow, you've had quite an influence on him, Ally!"

Barclay pulled his arm back, preparing to take another swing.

Ally covered her face, crying at the mess she had made. "Guys, please stop," she begged. But her words went unheard as the men stared at each other with rage filled eyes.

"She's not even 18 yet. Do you want to go to jail for statutory rape you dumb fuck?" Barclay spat at Bruiser. "Where would the football team be then?"

Dumbfounded at the revelation, Bruiser turned to Ally. "Are you really under 18?" he asked simply, willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

She looked down, her guilt-ridden expression giving him the only answer he needed.

Bruiser turned back to Barclay. "Shit, if I weren't so pissed at you, I'd be thanking you about now."

It was only then that the four of them cooled down enough to notice that Bruiser was standing in the middle of the room stark naked wearing nothing but a condom. The group laughed as Bruiser grabbed his jeans and held them up in front of him.

"Uh, I'm gonna go get dressed now," he muttered, grabbing a shirt and clean underwear from his chest of drawers.

When Bruiser was finally gone, Barclay gathered Ally's clothes from the floor and tossed them at her. "Here, you get dressed too," he commanded, leaving the room with Kaija so she could have some privacy to change.

Wiping a lone tear off her cheek with the back of her hand, Ally climbed out of bed and slipped into her panties and jeans. God, what have I done, she asked herself as she pulled the shirt over her head. She tied her shoes as she rehearsed how she was going to explain herself to Bruiser. What she really needed to do was apologize to him she decided, but what would she say? Gee, I'm so sorry I led you on like a slut with no intention of going all the way because I'm scared and underage. She shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

Ally tidied up the bed and then headed for the door. On a whim, she decided to walk over to the bathroom door. She knocked lightly so as not to disturb anyone else in the house. "Bruiser? Are you in there?" There was no response. "I just wanted to apologize to you for what happened. I-"

The door flew open, and a strong arm pulled her in to the tiny room. Bruiser pressed her body back against the closed door with his. He stood so close to her, his breath was hot on her face. Ally's heart raced and chest heaved with a combination of fear and excitement.