Lily of the Valley (11 page)

“Wanna smoke?” I ask.

I stand up and gesture to the alley outside. She follows and I lean against the wall, watching her. She shivers and looks vulnerable in a place this dirty, but she doesn’t back down.

“I can’t feel my skin,” she says.

“You’re drunk.”

“I thought it was supposed to be fun.”

“It’s fun when you have nothing in your head to worry you. Otherwise, it’s just a means of covering the pain.”

“You seem to be a real expert.”

She has no idea. I hand her a cigarette, even though I can promise that she doesn’t smoke. She takes it, though, and puts it between her kissable lips. My cock twitches at the move, as I picture her using those lips on me. Damn it. Why does this girl make me so horny?

I fumble with my cigarette pack, getting my own out and trying not to look as hungry for her as I feel. I light it and then go to her to light hers. It’s tense being this close. The smoke obscures her face a little, but her eyes are still shining through the haze.

After she finishes her cigarette, she throws it on the ground and walks to me. She reaches down and runs her fingers across my waist, her lovely fingertips resting inside the loops of my jeans. I drop my own cigarette and breathe deep. This is dangerous and my skin feels every flicker of hers.

“I’m feeling down,” she says. “Wanna cheer me up?”

Breathe
, I tell myself. “What’d ya have in mind?”

I think I’m going to die when she reaches down into my pants and begins to move her hand up and down along my cock. Her skin is so soft and I feel like I’m going to come just being here next to her like this. Her touch is everything I pictured it being and I need to be inside of her. I groan and she whispers close to my ear, “Do you like that?”

“I do.”

“Would you like me to do something else?” Her hand moves faster and I’m trying to stand still. I want to throw her against the wall and fuck her so hard her screams echo through the night. Instead, I just close my eyes and try to focus on not coming yet.

“Are you teasing me or are you for real?” The words are nearly impossible to speak.

“Do you like to be teased?”

She pushes her body against mine and grips me tighter. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore. I push her across the alley, slamming her against the wall. I get her pants down and feel my way to where I want to be. I slip my fingers between her legs, just to see if this will be okay, and she’s so hot and dripping wet that I know I’m going to lose it. I don’t even ask if we can go further before I shove myself into her.

Her pussy is so tight and as perfect as I imagined it would be. I breathe in the strawberry scent of her as I thrust, rough and desperate. It’s not sweet and it’s not the way I would have wanted it to be with Lily, but I need her so bad.

I look up from burying my face in her neck and her eyes meet mine. She smiles.

“Who’s the princess now?”

Oh, Lord.
I can’t stop myself and I know I’m being rough with her. It’s probably terrifying to her, but I can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough to her. Every thrust is better than the last and I’m losing my mind. I’ve fucked other girls, but I have never felt so overwhelmed by being with someone. She makes the softest noises, like small purrs and sighs, and every sound sends a pulsing shock through me. The orgasm is fucking insane when it comes and I pull out, letting go all over the nasty alleyway pavement. I feel both ecstatic and ashamed. She didn’t even come. For all my big talk and teasing, I came before I could please her.

I want her again immediately, but I don’t know if she’ll ever look at me again. Just having touched her has given me an entirely new hunger. I try to catch my breath. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want this to be it.

There’s no right way to approach this. If I invite her back to my room, she might panic when she realizes what we just did. If we stay here, the moment might be lost. I hope she can’t see how much I’m shaking right now.

“Do you want another drink or do you wanna head back?” I ask her.

She smiles as I button my pants and she rests her hand on my hip. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

I sigh, the shaking getting worse. She deserves to be warned. “I’m going to fuck you hard all night if you do.”

“That was the plan,” she replies, and they are the most beautiful words I have ever heard. I can’t get to my bike fast enough and the entire ride is full of anxiety. I won’t be happy until we’re in my room and she is naked underneath me. There are still so many things that could go wrong, but I try not to think about them.

I lose myself in the smell of strawberries, now more intoxicating than ever.

Chapter 10

The walk back from the parking lot is agonizing. I am so fucking hard and Lily walks a foot in front of me, her ass gorgeous as she moves. I cannot wait to have her pants off, to bury myself deep inside her, to lose myself against her strawberry hair. I want to make her come, since she didn’t in the alley. It’s unacceptable and I won’t be satisfied until she screams my name tonight.

When we make it to the lobby, we have to wait for the elevator and she won’t even look at me. She’s breathing fast and her breasts rise and fall in a way that makes me even more impatient. I take her hand when we make if off the elevator and lead her to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I rush her, dropping her shirt and pants to the floor within seconds.

She is simply stunning. She looks at me, nervous and yet ready. I undress, my hands shaking because I can’t get to her fast enough. She falls to her knees to suck my dick, but I lift her back to her feet. I’m going to make this sweet little princess cry my name as I give her the best orgasm she’s ever had.

“I don’t want your mouth. I want your cunt,” I tell her and I push her face first onto the bed. I reach between her legs and play with her pussy. Her legs tighten and she tries to pull me in deeper. I don’t want to wait, but I also want her to come back for more. I move against her, still finger fucking her, and I rest my cock against her ass. The tip of it brushes her wetness as I slide my fingers out and she moans.

“Beg me for it, princess. Beg for my cock,” I say in her ear, pulling her hair to the side.

I back away and she gasps.

“Please.”

“Scream it,” I instruct her as I turn on some music.

She slips her own fingers in and out of her pussy. I can see the wetness on them as she pulls them out and I need it. I need to feel her warmth around me. I need to kiss those beautiful, soft tits. I need to have this girl do everything I’ve dreamed of her doing, but I love that she keeps saying my name and begging. She moves her other hand to her breasts and flicks the nipples, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continues to call out, “Jack.”

“I can’t hear you,” I tease, my cock ready to pop.

“Jack, fuck me. Fuck me so hard I forget what I’m doing.” The request echoes through the room and probably down the hall.

“Oh, fuck, princess. Yes.”

I flip her over and push her face down against the bed again, while she still stands against it. It’s only a moment before my cock is enveloped by the heat of her pussy. I can feel her starting to come. Maybe she isn’t the good girl I thought she was, but oh fuck, she is
good.
I pull on her hair and it’s rough and dirty and so fucking amazing. I definitely love this girl. I push harder into her until she can barely stand up.

After she comes, I turn her around and stare into her eyes.

“You’re not such a sweet, innocent princess, are you? No. You’re my dirty little whore.”

“I am. Fuck me again,” she asks, just as I’d hoped.

I move her to my desk, clearing the top, and I run my fingers over her clit. Her hand goes for my cock and she strokes me, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as I slide my fingers into her. There is no way I can just do this, so I spread her legs to get inside of her. I want her to love every second of it.

I slide the head of my cock in, just to see if she’ll say no, and I tease her with it. She says nothing, but her eyes move down to where I’m slipping into her. She smiles and I play with her clit again, until she digs her fingernails into my back and screams my name louder than before.

“Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me! Please, oh, please, fuck me so hard!”

Perfect.

I shove all the way inside and her orgasm is instantaneous. She clutches at my ass and I bite down on her shoulder, smelling strawberries and feeling her tight, hot cunt wrapped around me. She just keeps crying my name and I can’t hold back anymore. I come inside of her and rock her on my desk as the feelings slow. Suddenly, it’s over and I step away, scared to say anything.

She looks down at the floor, where I’ve left quite the mess, but she doesn’t speak. What’s the next step with a girl like this? Do I cuddle her? Send her away? Beg her to come back tomorrow? What if she’s still drunk? Why am I so terrified that I’ll never get to touch her like that again?

I clean up and suggest we get some sleep. I don’t know the etiquette for these kinds of things. Normally, it’s Alana or some girl I have no intention of seeing again. I don’t know how to get Lily to come back.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” I figure it will help me feel it out, to see if she’s interested in more. I know I can’t be her boyfriend, but tonight was fucking phenomenal and I believe she loved it. That’s got to be enough, right?

“It’s my birthday,” she says about seeing me again. It’s a strange comment and I don’t know what to say. Am I supposed to take her out on a date?

I offer to help her enjoy it after classes and work. She smiles. “I’m sure you have something in mind?”

I touch her breasts, her naked body amazing. “It’ll be a happy birthday indeed,” I promise her. If there is one thing I can guarantee her, it’s that I can make her come. I know I’ve had a lot of practice and tonight was just the start. With preparation, I’ll have more control with her.

She dresses, but we don’t talk again. After she’s gone, I sit on my bed and finally breathe out. The whole room smells like her and I can almost still feel her cunt wrapped around me.

****

Work is unbearable. I just want to get to Lily, to celebrate her birthday, to feel her against me. Instead, I have to deal with a mob of dickheads who decided today was the day they wanted to check out the local restaurant scene. Although I don’t recognize them from school, I can almost guarantee they’re in my classes. Or some assholes just like them are. Poor Sandee is stuck working another double and she’s been on her feet since five this morning. Of course, that’s just opportunity for these fuckers.

“Move your ass. I’m not paying for you to take your time,” one says to her after she takes their order. It’s unnecessary as the size of the café is approximately that of two dorm rooms and they’re the only customers other than an old dude reading the paper. If it wouldn’t fuck over Sandee, I would take a two-hour break before making their stupid food. As it is, I debate how best to fuck with their meals.

She comes into the kitchen and she’s near tears. I know it’s not just the assholes, but we don’t have much time to talk about it. Still, it drives me to near blinding fury and I throw their burger buns against the wall.

“All you’re doing is squishing the bread,” she laughs. “And the bread did nothing to you.”

“I fucking hate people like that.”

“I know, sweetie, but they’re just hateful. Nothing to be done.”

I flip the burgers and spit on two of them. She just shakes her head.

“What’s wrong, anyway?” I ask.

“It’s nothing. The school is just giving me a hard time again.”

“Your son?”

She nods. “Isn’t it their job to figure out a way to make sure he’s not getting picked on? What am I supposed to do?”

I sigh. By the time I really had to deal with this shit, I was in high school. But it still hurt and I still remember coming home several times and wanting to die. I worry about Sandee and her kid. If it’s starting now, what does that mean for later?

“Like you said, they’re hateful. The way they are now? They’ll be those assholes out there in a few years.”

“I know,” she says. “It’s just tough, you know? He doesn’t understand. I can’t explain to him why people are so mean.”

“Hell, Sandee, neither can I. And I’m supposed to be all grown up.”

The order is up and she doesn’t need more harassment from the table, so I drop the buns on the floor first and then finish putting the burgers together. Fuck those guys. They eat fast and, of course, leave her a two-dollar tip on a seventy-dollar tab. Because some people are just not human.

I don’t get a chance to talk to Sandee again before my shift is over and I debate. Should I stay and talk to her, or should I head back for Lily? I’m torn, but I realize Sandee would tell me to go for the girl. She’d probably be thrilled for me. However, I still feel bad and I promise myself I’ll make it up to her somehow soon.

When I get back to the dorm, I shower quickly. I’ve been antsy all day. There’s been a strange vibrating nervousness forming and it gets worse every second I get closer to seeing Strawberries. It’s such a delusional hope, this feeling that by next week she’ll even be talking to me, but I ignore the constant warnings. I just want to lose myself in her taste.

I go to her room and try not to laugh at how pink it is. Then I see her roommate sitting on the pinkest bed I’ve ever seen and I see Lily’s black and white one. My little strawberry princess has no more decorating style than I do. Nice. Another assumption broken. She doesn’t say a word, just pushes me back out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

I run my eyes along her body. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is down and she’s wearing an incredibly tight sweater and the smallest skirt I think she could get away with owning. I still don’t know what kind of date I’m supposed to have planned, but seeing her like this makes me forget everything except what it felt like to be inside her. I don’t think I can go anywhere. I don’t even think I can walk.

“Did you want to go out or do you have something else in mind?” I ask her. It’s her birthday; she should get to do what she wants to do.