Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Author’s note: This is a variation of No Talking I posted elsewhere. A reader asked I also post it here. The only real difference is the main character is a virgin.
Everyone is at least 18. Constructive criticism welcome.
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Another uncomfortable college party. Camilla nursed her drink, bobbing her head to the music, feigning enjoyment. She felt like a fool in her skirt and best blouse. Everyone else wore jeans or yoga pants, t-shirts or tight spaghetti-strap tops.
She swirled her drink. This is my third, she thought. Better slow down or I’ll find myself in trouble.
Camilla didn’t even know whose house they were in, but her friends insisted it would be a blast.
“Everyone will be there,” her friend had said. “The guy’s parents are away, so we have the whole house to wreck. Great chance to find someone. Maybe finally get laid.”
Camilla didn’t want to wreck anyone’s house, and the last thing she wanted was to lose her virginity to some frat boy. She simply wanted to find a nice guy. She broke up with her boyfriend back home last October when the distance and their changing lives made it seem pointless. Now February, all she did was study, hang out with her friends, and avoid being dragged to parties.
The living room was too bright and the music too loud. She had spent most of the evening with her friends, sipping coolers, trying to talk over the music. Camilla and her friends were all chatty. They joked and gossiped, and when a song they knew came on, they sang along at the top of their lungs. When her friends up to dance, Camilla begged out, feeling self-conscious and wobbly from the booze. She moved to a corner to look for anyone she knew.
Camilla hoped that maybe… yes! He was across the room. How had she missed him? Stuart. Super cute, funny Stuart who sat up front in English Lit.
In class, Stuart always had a smart remark or funny spin on questions he asked the professor. She found herself fixated on him from the first day. Something about how he held himself. He wasn’t a walking ego, but wasn’t shy either. Maybe it was the soft sweaters, or his big sneakers. She didn’t know, but Camilla watched him through each class, straining to hear every word he said. She noticed him whenever he walked by on campus or in a corridor and wondered where he was from, if he really was as nice as he seemed.
Camilla had never spoken to him. Her friend knew one of his friends, and just once they had all hung out in the cafeteria. Stuart had sat at the far end of their table, but she caught him sneaking glances at her. Was something wrong with how she looked? Had someone said something bad about her? No, it was probably just her. She was well aware how poorly she compared to her pretty, outgoing friends.
Why couldn’t she be as confident as Stuart looked? Camilla felt like she was still back home in high school—self-conscious, out-of-place, overwhelmed. The only relief then was the times she could sneak away with her boyfriend to talk or for awkward petting sessions in his basement rec room. They had progressed from shy fumblings to oral sex and nearly worked up the courage for actual intercourse before Camilla had to leave for college. Camilla missed those sessions—the thrill of the naughty explorations, how easy it was to please him, the fire his fingers and tongue lit inside her. She especially missed the cuddling and warm comfort of their talks afterwards.
Stuart was in trouble. She saw it. Camilla didn’t know many people on campus, but she knew Deirdre. She was large. She was loud. She always wore sleeveless black dresses. And most days she needed better deodorant. Stuart stood in the opposite corner as Deirdre shouted in his ear, gripping his arm. He was smiling and nodding, but his eyes darted, eager to escape.
I can do this, thought Camilla.
She downed the rest of her drink, wormed her way through the crowd and tapped Deirdre on the shoulder. Camilla waved hello and gestured toward Stuart.
“He owes me a dance,” she shouted, but regretted it. Her throat stung from shouting all night with her friends. Deirdre was about to object, but Camilla grabbed Stuart’s hand and pulled him into the crowd of dancing partiers.
Stuart gave her a grateful smile and mouthed a thank-you for the rescue. When Camilla smiled and mouthed, “You’re welcome,” he took both her hands and started dancing.
Camilla tried to find the beat and look like she could dance. The alcohol helped loosen her movements. She was nervous. Had she really done that? Did he even remember her? Would he think she was another pushy woman trying to force her attention on him? Camilla wanted to find somewhere to talk.
Stuart looked at her with a confident smile, his warm hands holding hers. When a new song came on, a cheer went up and more people crushed onto the dance floor, pushing Camilla and Stuart together gorukle escort bayan from all sides. He shrugged and pressed himself close, putting his arms loose around her waist with an apologetic half-smile. They stood nose-to-nose, looking at each other and swaying to the deafening beat.
They danced through one more song, and Stuart leaned forward and said “Dwamna… gshh…” He held his throat and grimaced. Camilla guessed he had spent most of the evening shouting too.
He pointed to the hallway with a questioning expression. Camilla nodded eagerly and thrilled when he pulled her out of the crowd.
Camilla rubbed her ears in the relative quiet of the front hall. Stuart seemed relieved too. It seemed neither of them were partiers, but Camilla had already guessed that about him.
Stuart tried to speak but again only a croak and a hiss emerged. He touched his throat and looked apologetic. Camilla tried to reply but had the same results—a hoarse croak that hurt like hell. They both hissed in laughter at their painful predicament.
There was a den or library on the other side of the hall. Camilla took Stuart’s hand and led him inside the doorway. It was dim, but she saw it was occupied. One couple lay on the couch kissing and pawing each other. In a corner another girl was bent over the arm of a recliner as a guy stood behind, fucking her.
Camilla gasped. She heard stories of what went on at college parties, but never expected to see people screwing in plain sight. She looked to Stuart and saw his disgust mirroring her own. They backed into the hallway to search for another place to be alone.
The basement was one long room. At the bottom of the stairs was a carpeted area with guys sprawled on couches watching videos and passing around a joint. The skunky stink filled the room. They walked past a pool table with two drunk couples trying to play. At the far end of the room were bookshelves and a door. Camilla tried the handle: locked. Stuart examined it and found a paper clip on a nearby bookshelf. He unfurled it and stuck an end into a hole in the doorknob. The lock popped. Stuart looked inside and, checking behind them that no one was looking, pulled Camilla with him into the room.
Camilla giggled at his audacity. So naughty! Inside, enough light came through the high window for her to see it was a guest bedroom. There was a twin bed, nightstand and dresser. Boxes filled one corner and two sets of skis leaned in another. Stuart closed the door and locked the handle.
They sat beside each other on the bed. The room was cool and smelled like linen and musty basement. The ceiling shook with the thump of the music and stomping dancers. Even through the ceiling, the music was loud.
Unease filled Camilla from being in the room without permission. The owners must have locked it to keep out guests. Well, she and Stuart were only there to get away from the crowd and talk. She would make sure they left it undisturbed.
She turned to Stuart. “Eraw awk gruuk,” she started to say, but it felt like she had swallowed razors.
Great, she thought. I’ve got this great guy alone and I’ve completely lost my voice.
Stuart smiled and tried to reply, but winced with pain.
Camilla reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, but he stopped her, pointing to the gap at the bottom of the door.
Right, Camilla thought. Someone will see the light.
When she turned back to Stuart, he surprised her by pressing his lips to hers.
Camilla was wide-eyed in disbelief, but soon kissed him back. He tasted of beer and smelled masculine and enticing.
Stuart leaned back and searched Camilla’s eyes. He jabbed a finger to his chest, made a “V” with two fingers and pointed to his eyes, and then pointed to Camilla and made an outward sweeping motion with both hands as he looked up and around.
I think I get it, thought Camilla. ‘I see you everywhere.’
Stuart pointed an index finger at her again, placed a hand over his heart and with a smile gave an emphatic thumbs-up.
‘I like you… a lot,’ she translated in her mind. A small thrill quickened her heart. Really? Oh my God… he likes me!
Finally, Stuart pinched two fingers of each hand together as if grabbing an elastic, stretching his arms wide and then tapping his watch.
‘A big… no. A long time.’ Camilla smiled when she got it. Wow, if she ever played charades, she wanted Stuart on her team. Then realization of everything he said sunk in. Despite the chill of the room, it ignited a heat in her chest.
Camilla tried her own pantomime. She longed to tell him how she felt, how much she liked him, what she hoped… so many things! But she was excited, nervous, and a little drunk. Stuart watched her, his forehead creasing with concentration as Camilla gestured wildly.
Every time he shook his head or shrugged with confusion, she became more frustrated and more self-conscious. She needed words. She nilüfer escort bayan was good with words.
Finally, Camilla gave up and pointed to him, put her hands over her heart and smiled.
Stuart understood that. He pulled her into a deep kiss, sliding one hand behind her neck. She returned it with passion and the two kissed and embraced. Camilla drew a breath when he dragged fingertips through her hair, sending delightful shivers through her. She to notice that squirmy itchy feeling starting between her legs.
She tried to hug him, but it was awkward sitting side-by-side on the little bed. Kissing him was fantastic, but she wanted to get closer.
It surprised Camilla when Stuart gently cupped her breast and massaged it, . She was about to guide his hand away but it felt good. She didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced schoolgirl and wanted to give him something for admitting his feelings about her and her frustrating failure to communicate.
He liked her! All these months she had been sneaking glimpses of him, wondering about him, feeling too plain and childish ever to be attractive to a guy who was so together. He had been watching her? Why hadn’t he said anything? Why hadn’t he approached her? Was he shy too? Did he feel as uncertain and unappealing as she did? But he was so cute! He had to know that, didn’t he?
He didn’t seem shy now as he kneaded her boob and smoothed her hair while they kissed. Camilla longed to tell him how she felt, and find out everything about him: where he was from, what other courses he was taking, why he had been watching her and not said anything, but even trying to form a word was painful. It was frustrating, but talking would have to wait.
Camilla then realized she was lying on her back on the bed with Stuart half on top of her, now kissing her neck, still doing wonderful things to her breasts. When did that happen? Oh well, it was more comfortable than sitting twisted beside him.
She raked her fingers through his hair. He moaned and kissed her harder. Camilla felt delight that it pleased him.
When Stuart broke their kiss, her disappointment became excitement when he slid lower and kissed her neck and nipped her earlobe. Camilla gasped and squirmed, feeling embarrassed at the warmth and growing slickness below. Why was she so turned on? They were just kissing. But it had been so long since she was with her old boyfriend.
Outside, someone rattled the doorknob and knocked.
They froze and held their breath. Camilla met Stuart’s eyes, and they lay together, terrified to make a sound, waiting. The doorknob rattled again then whoever it was went away. Stuart grinned at Camilla, and she grinned back, sharing his relief at not being caught.
He pecked Camilla on the lips and then resumed kissing her neck and feeling her boobs. Camilla realized his hand was now under her top, caressing her through her bra.
Okay, she thought, That’s far enough for one night. As wonderful as it felt, she didn’t want to seem easy. Stuart was just getting carried away. Boys were like that.
Before she could guide his hand out of her top, Stuart skillfully released the center clasp of her bra. The cups fell away and Camilla sucked in a breath when Stuart’s warm hand enveloped the bare skin of her breast. He ran the smooth back of his hand across a nipple, sending jolts of delight straight to her damp pussy.
Oh, that feels good, thought Camilla, feeling both aroused and concerned. He’s so gentle. But that’s far enough. She could feel him pushing his hardness against her leg.
She struggled to sit up, and felt alarm when Stuart stayed lying across her, weighing her back on the bed, kissing her neck. Camilla pushed against him again, relieved when he lifted himself off her.
Now he’s got the message, she thought, just as Stuart slid her top up, exposing her breasts to his gaze. Her unease condensed into a twinge of fear, but then she looked at his face: Stuart looked at her bare chest pleased with the sight, then looked into her eyes. His expression was the happy, wonder-filled gaze of a boy who had just unwrapped the best birthday present ever. There was no look of conquest or even lust; just happy appreciation.
Camilla’s heart leaped with excitement and pride. Her old boyfriend always complimented her boobs, but no other boy had ever seen them. Until that moment she wasn’t certain he had been sincere. There was no doubting Stuart’s expression as he gently swept a palm across one breast then looked at her for a reaction. When Camilla gave an involuntary intake of breath at the feeling, his little smile reappeared.
She watched Stuart lower his head and give one breast a warm, wet lick. He looked for her reaction then latched on to nurse gently. Camilla arched her back and instinctively held him close, feeling a swell of endearment towards him. She lay back and enjoyed the sensations, stroking his hair as he bursa otele gelen escort bayan sucked, massaged and teased her sensitive breasts.
She didn’t want him to stop, but was afraid of what she might let him do if he didn’t. Her need was growing and her hips pushed against him as he continued pressing against her leg.
Camilla gathered her strength, preparing to push him away when she felt a hand slide right under her skirt onto her bare thigh, almost touching her panty-clad pussy.
She gasped at the contact. His hand was warm as he caressed the sensitive skin of her thigh. The need growing inside her blossomed.
His fingertips brushed against the side of her pussy for an instant, sending tantalizing pleasure through her. Camilla’s hips lifted on their own, seeking firmer contact but his fingers moved away.
Stuart’s attentions created a surging need within her. She was still glowing from his silent admission he had been watching her, that he liked her. Now she was alone with him, with him focused completely on her.
Her elation, the thumping beat from above, the fogginess from chugging her last drink, her escalating need and the nagging worry about getting caught all swirled within her. It was too much, too soon. She had to get up, gather her thoughts, get back to her friends. Imagine their surprise when she showed Stuart off to them, but she chastised herself for thinking of him like a prize she had won instead of a…
Stuart moved on top of her, lifting her skirt up and pushing her legs apart. His jeans were rough against the skin of her inner thighs and his hard crotch pressed directly against her panty-covered mound. He kissed her again, and Camilla discovered her arms were wrapped around him as if welcoming his bold move.
She felt surrounded by him. The weight of him, his intense attentions, the grinding of the rough jeans against her aching pussy, his shirt against her bare breasts started dangerous images to form: a dreamy vision of them naked, her accepting him inside her, making love, then her on top of him, grinding and sliding as he held her breasts while they gazed into each other’s eyes.
She shuddered. Camilla wanted that to happen. Stuart was just the type of boy she wanted to be her first, but later, once they knew each other better.
If things work out, she thought, I’ll get on birth control so it will be natural, with nothing between us.
While she basked in that image, Camilla felt Stuart lift himself and reach between them. He slid his fingers past the leg of her panties and touched her bare pussy. Camilla gasped at the thrilling sensation. She automatically pushed her hips back against his caressing hand. She was concerned she was letting Stuart go too far and was embarrassed how wet she was. Doubts about her self-control rose and then faded as the delightful sensations from Stuart caressing of her most intimate place swept through her.
She needed to stop him, and if he was anyone else, Camilla was sure she would have. But Stuart was so sweet, so nice, and what they were doing was so naughty. She had never been so aroused. She burned with need and longing stronger than ever before.
I’ll just… let him have this and enjoy it for another minute, she thought and gasped when he touched her in a wonderful new way she couldn’t quite figure out. It’s been so long. Just a few minutes and I’ll stop him. I don’t want him to think I’m some timid little girl. We’ll go back to kissing. Maybe get back to the party.
Her growing heat and excitement sparked the first feelings of orgasm. Camilla wondered if he could make her come. Her boyfriend had tried many times. She got close, but always something kept her from going over the edge. But he was never as gentle and attentive as Stuart was being. Nor as skilled.
Camilla sighed with pleasure and clutched Stuart to her as he kissed and touched her. She felt herself becoming lost in her growing need. At least he still had his pants on. In her basement explorations with her boyfriend, she had one iron rule: one of them had to keep their pants on. Camilla was sure that had saved her from pregnancy many times.
When Stuart pulled his hand out of her underwear, Camilla reached down, trying to find his hand and guide it back, but he was pressed tight against her and was wriggling. When he stopped, he shifted and something hard pressing into her. With her hand, Camilla felt Stuart’s bare ass and lowered jeans. It was his naked penis poking into her through her panties.
Okay, that was too much. Stuart must think she’s on birth control, she thought, like every girl at the college. He must think she has experience. Camilla chastised herself for not getting a prescription when her friends insisted, but she didn’t have a boyfriend anymore… why did she need it?
At the exact moment Camilla pushed back on Stuart, trying to get him off her, he pulled the gusset of her panties aside and rubbed himself against her naked pussy.
“Oh… mmm,” Camilla hummed. Oh, God that was dangerous, but it was so much better than his fingers, especially when he pulled her panties further to the side and slid himself up through her wet folds and across her clit. He repeated it several times and Camilla wriggled in delight, hugging him to her.