Lana (12 page)

 
He glanced around, his face thunderous, ready to stare down, or possibly pound, any poor fool he caught looking.
 
But there was no one.
 
We were virtually alone, all of the other surfers far enough away that they couldn’t have gotten a good look.

 
“Will you tie it for me, Akira?
 
I guess I didn’t tie it tightly enough.”

 
He tied it at my neck without a word.
 
The triangles didn’t fall into place on their own though, so I was still exposed.
 
I made no move to cover up, so he did that too, moving the thin material over my hard nipples, cursing all the while.
 

 
I didn’t bother with the trick again.
 
It obviously hadn’t worked, so the rest of the morning was spent surfing and basking.
 
I spent most of it watching Akira.
 
He was so magnificent that I could have watched him forever.

 
We didn’t get back to his house until mid-afternoon.
 
I used his tiny downstairs shower to wash off all of the sand and salt and sea, and Akira used his master bath upstairs to do the same.
 
I had toyed with the idea of slipping into his shower with him and seducing him there, but decided against it.
 
It didn’t seem fair to sneak in on him like that.
 

 
He was lounging on his back on his lived-in sofa when I re-emerged from the bathroom.
 
He was wearing some soft athletic shorts, black with a white stripe down the side, and nothing else, his glorious chest bare.
 
He didn’t glance up at me as I came to see what he was watching on TV.
 
That was fortunate, since I might have lost my nerve if he had looked at what I was wearing, right at first.

 
I was wearing a micro-mini pleated red plaid skirt, and a small, short sleeved, white button down shirt with it.
 
It was a naughty schoolgirl look that I had seen Milena wear a few times, and so figured Akira must like the look.
 
Mine had a few extra naughty modifications, like no panties or bra, and all of the buttons undone on my top.
 
It gaped open, exposing my full, tan breasts with their tiny, coral-colored nipples.
 

 
“What do you wanna do now, birthday girl?” Akira asked without looking up.
 

 
I bit my lip, deciding to go for it with gusto.
 
I was straddling his prone figure before he could blink, lining my panty-less sex along his soft shorts.
 

 
His eyes flew open wide in shock, staring at my exposed breasts as though he didn’t have a clue what they were.
 
I was unbelievably gratified when I felt him growing hard against me.
 
Instinctively, I started to rub myself against him, finding the material of his shorts to be soft against my bare skin.
 

 
I was a virgin.
 
In fact, I’d never even kissed a guy, since Akira wouldn’t kiss me.
 
But I had a filthy mind and a filthy mouth, and I’d learned all I’d thought there was to know on the internet.
 
It was one of my favorite pastimes lately, finding some new and shocking thing on the internet, then using it to shock Akira.
 
His face turned purple sometimes, when I disturbed him enough with my latest findings.
 
I would get a thirty-minute lecture after that, but it was always worth it.
 
I’d always liked even his sternest lectures.
 

 
I moaned as he just kept growing against me.
 
I could tell he was big, even without looking.
 
He felt massive and hard as a rock as I moved my sex against him, arching my back to rub him on a spot that felt particularly divine.
 
He just watched me, looking like a deer in headlights.
 
I reached into the elastic waistband of his shorts, gripping him with my hand, and he gasped.
 
I made a little sound of pleasure in my throat.
 
I loved the feel of him so much.
 
He was so hard, but the skin on his cock was so smooth, like velvet.
 
I shoved his shorts down, using my hand to rub his now bare erection along my slick passage.
 

 
That got a reaction, and he sat up, pushing me off his lap.
 
I sprawled out on the floor, a little stunned.
 
It had knocked the wind out of me.
 
Akira cursed, then apologized, but made no move to help me up.
 
He looked like he was almost afraid of me.
 
He sat watching me, his elbows on his knees now, shorts again covering his magnificent erection.
 

 
I propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts jutting forward.
 
I drew up my knees, parting them a little so that he could see my sex clearly.
 
“I know what I want for my birthday now,” I told him.
 
I began to touch my sex as I spoke, looking down at the wet folds as I did so.

 
“No,” he said, obviously reading my intent.
 
“We can’t do that, Lana.
 
It’s completely inappropriate.”
 

 
I pouted at him.
 
“You didn’t even let me finish.
 
Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say?”

 
He shook his head, his jaw clenched.
 
Stubborn man
.

 
I looked down again at myself as I pushed a finger inside.
 
“Do you think my pussy is pretty, Akira?” I asked, wanting to shock him and turn him on with the crude language.
 
“I know men are supposed to love them, but I don’t think mine’s very cute.
 
Do you think it is?”
 

 
His face looked in danger of turning purple, but he couldn’t seem to look away from what I was doing with my hand.
 

 
I stood, shrugging out of my shirt.
 
It hadn’t been covering anything anyway.
 
“I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me, that I wanted you to kiss me.
 
Just a kiss.
 
I want you to be my first.”
 

 
I approached him as I spoke, and he sat up straight to watch me.
 
I walked until I bumped into his chest, my legs straddling one of his.
 
My breasts were dangerously close to his face.
 
I brushed them against him, once, twice.
 
“Will you be my first kiss, Akira?” I whispered.
 

 
He didn’t answer.
 
I straddled his legs, my knees digging into his soft couch.
 
I tightened them on his hips as I leaned forward to kiss him.
 

 
I grabbed his hair as I did so, and he didn’t stop me, still frozen in place.
 
I rubbed against him like a kitten, groaning, and he finally reacted, gripping my hair and kissing me back.
 
He tasted divine, and his mean lips were so soft against mine.
 
I felt such an aching emptiness at my core, and I wanted so badly for him to be inside of me, to fill that emptiness.
 
I rubbed my sex against his hard length until we both moaned.
 

 
The kiss went on and on, and I was more than ready for the next step when I finally pulled back.
 
“Thank you,” I told him, panting.
 
“That was exactly how I dreamed my first kiss would be.
 
Now I want you to make love to me.”
 
As I spoke, I brought his hands up to my aching breasts, and he kneaded at the pliant flesh, his eyes intense.
 
I loved watching his dark hands against my skin, the contrast so beautiful to me.
 

 
Abruptly, his hands left me, and he pushed me back up to my feet with hard hands on my hips.
 
“We can’t do this, Lana.
 
This is
wrong
,” he told me, his voice harsh and labored.
 

 
I propped my foot up beside his hip, giving him a hell of a view in my micro-mini skirt.
 
I gripped one of his hands, slipping it between my legs to touch me.
 
He didn’t resist me, immediately beginning to touch me just how I craved, his fingers skillful in their soft exploration.
 
“I’m eighteen today, Akira.
 
There’s no reason why you can’t take me now.”

 
He had a hard finger pushed inside of me, just the tip, as he spoke in a breathless voice.
 
“There are a million reasons, the first of which is that you deserve better than me, Lana.
 
You’re made of too fine of stuff for the likes of me.
 
And I respect your father.
 
He’s trusted me to spend countless hours with you, over the years.
 
I’m positive that he wouldn’t approve of me doing
this
with you.”

 
As he spoke, I wiggled against his big finger, ignoring all of those reasons out of hand.
 
They were ridiculous, to me.
 
I was an adult today, and I would do what I wanted.
 
I pushed down on his finger, and he worked it deeper, groaning as he did so.
 
“You’re too tight, Lana.
 
I would hurt you.”
 

 
He pulled his shorts down, exposing his engorged member.
 
“Look at it, Lana.
 
I’m too big to take a virgin.
 
Especially a tiny little thing like you.”
 

 
I thought his description of me was ludicrous.
 
I was thin, but saw myself as tall and gawky, by no means tiny.
 
But I did kind of like
him
thinking of me that way.
 

 
Despite all of his protests, he was still working that wonderful finger into me, deeper and deeper, until he reached a barrier.
 
He tested it, rather thoroughly, before he seemed to understand what it was.
 
He cursed fluently, but didn’t remove that thick finger.
 
“That’s your fucking hymen,” he said, his eyelids heavy.
 

 
I leaned my breasts into his face, rubbing a hard nipple against those soft, mean lips.
 
He took it into his mouth, sucking on it with a sexy groan.
 
“Pleasure me, Akira.
 
Please.
 
I want you to make me come.
 
You can do it with just your fingers and your mouth, right?
 
Would that gross you out, to use your mouth on my pussy?
 
Do you think it’s ugly?”
 

 
He made a hot little noise of protest, his finger moving inside of me, working in and out of me in tiny little strokes.
 
“No, baby, your pussy is so fucking pretty.
 
I would love to get my mouth on you.
 
It’s the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
 

 
I wanted to giggle at the ridiculous thing I’d gotten him to say, but my breath caught in my throat.
 
I still loved to tease him, even while we were doing this.
 

 
I gripped his hair as he suckled at my breasts.
 
“What about my breasts?
 
Do you think my breasts are pretty?”
 

 
He moaned.
 
“Baby, every inch of you is impossibly gorgeous, and I know you know it, you little minx.”

 
“I don’t know it unless you tell me, Akira.
 
I’ve only ever cared what
you
think.
 
I don’t care about anybody else.”

 
“Well, you’re beautiful, Lana.
 
Painfully so.”
 
He stroked me with that finger, bringing his other hand to my sex and rubbing circles on just the perfect little spot.
 
So that’s my clit
, I thought as my gaze started to go fuzzy with the pleasure of it.
 
His fingers were doing just the perfect things, and he brought me to the sweetest climax.
 
I panted his name softly.
 

 
He had me on my back on the couch, his face buried between my legs before I even knew his intent.
 
I nearly screamed in shock at the pleasure of it.
 
He licked and sucked and used those wonderful hands to bring me to another mind-blowing orgasm.
 

 
After that, he worked on me slowly, kissing and licking and stroking all over my body, finally coming up to my mouth for a long kiss.
 
I groaned as I tasted myself in his mouth.
 
“I need you inside of me, Akira,” I said, when he finally pulled back.
 

 
He shook his head, his mouth tight, his eyes pained.
 
“I’m a bastard for doing this much, Lana.
 
I don’t deserve to lay even a finger on your perfect skin.”
 

 
I reached down, gripping his impressive length and working him free of of his shorts.
 
Our eyes were locked as I spoke.
 
“I’m eighteen, and I’m determined that I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.
 
I went on the pill two months ago.
 
Would you rather it be you to take my virginity, or do you want me to give it to some jerk I meet at college?
 
Maybe I’ll give it up at a frat party.
 
Would you prefer that, or would you rather bury this beautiful cock inside of me tonight.
 
I’ll let you pick.”