“No?” He smiles. “I always root for the underdog.”
“Same. My favorite is Legally Blonde for the same reason. No one thought Elle would get into law school.”
“Both college movies.”
I scrunch up my nose. “You’re right, that’s funny.”
“Okay, my turn to ask. I already know your favorite food, so what’s your favorite holiday?”
“Thanksgiving. Obviously.”
“Because of the food?”
I smile. “Mostly. I have a soft spot for mashed potatoes and gravy.”
“My mom makes some mean sweet potatoes. You’ll love them.”
Shaking my head, I run a hand over his arm. “That was smooth. Already inviting me to Thanksgiving dinner.”
He chuckles. “You two will get along great,” he tells me, taking my hand in his and examining my fingers. “Her name is Sandra and she gets her nails done every week. You’ll have that in common.”
I shrug. “Actually, I do them.”
“Wow. You’re really artistic. I’m impressed.”
“You are?” I laugh. “I’ve never met a guy who even noticed my nail art.”
“Well, you’ve been around the wrong men.”
“That sounds about right,” I say, swirling the last bit of wine in my glass.
“You’ve had bad relationships in the past?”
Swallowing hard, I tell him the truth. “I’ve never actually had a boyfriend. Most guys think I’m a bit extra.”
His eyes narrow. “No boyfriend, ever?”
“I’m a virgin, too. So this, me being here, is me taking a total leap of faith.” I groan, my head falling back on the couch. “Is that like, Red Flag 101?”
“No,” he says, setting our glasses on the coffee table. He pulls me to him, so I straddle him. I sink against his thickness, my body warm and enticing. “I think it’s beautiful.”
“You do?” I press my hands to his chest. Pure muscle. My pussy weeps.
He nods. “I’m pretty impressed with your flirting considering you’ve never been pho-ked.”
We both laugh, and I love the way I feel, so wanted, so seen, so cherished.
“I don’t do things half-way, Trista,” he warns me. “When I want something, I’m relentless. I chase it until I have it.”
I exhale, my body hot. Ready. Willing. His. “And what do you want right now, Trent?”
“You, Trista. I want you.”
I lift the hem of my shirt, tossing it aside. I unclasp my pink bra from the center, offering him all of me. “Good,” I tell him. “Because I’m yours.”
Chapter Three
Trent
Her tits are gorgeous, big and full, and I run my hands over them, softly caressing those perfect globes. Trista may be an extrovert, but she is still a virgin. I need to take this slow.
“Mmmmhhhmm,” she whimpers as I tease her nipples, her back arching as she straddles me. Her body is so slight, so tiny, and it gets me hard thinking about how small and tight her pussy must be. Saved for me.
“God, I want you,” I tell her, pulling her tits together and kissing the tops of them, swirling my tongue around her nipple, making her squirm with pleasure. “You like that? You like it when I suck your tits?”
“I do,” she sighs. “I want you to suck my pussy too.”
“What do you know about getting your pussy sucked?” I ask, growling into her ear.
“I may be a virgin, but I’m no prude. I watch porn when I’m horny… to take care of myself.”
“But you’ve never had a man take care of you?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“But you want one to?”
“I want you to, Trent,” she tells me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I want you to take care of me nice and good.”
“Good, because I want that too, baby,” I tell her, lifting her up off the couch and carrying her into my bedroom. I set her down on the floor and strip from my clothes, watching as she takes off her pants. She is in nothing but a pair of pink panties and my cock groans at the sight of her creamy ass, her sweet tits, her belly button, her waist. I want to kiss and lick and suck every damn inch of her. And I will.
“Do I look okay?” she asks, running her hand over herself.
“You know you do, Trista,” I say, stepping toward her. She runs her hand over my boxers, my cock hard and rigid beneath them. “Have you touched a cock before?”
She shakes her head slowly. “I’ve never seen one in real life — only in videos.”
“You like watching people fuck?” I ask her, getting so fucking turned on at the thought of my girl getting herself off. I haven’t seen her tight pussy yet, but I can imagine