Belle Hart - She Wants It - An Erotic Story Bundle

I went to the frat party with one goal. To lose my virginity. I’m 19, it seems like it’s time. I may as well have walked into a prison. You wouldn’t think young good-looking guys who could have anyone they wanted would be such jackasses.

“Come on, Olivia,” Marcus says as he presses his body into mine. “Don’t be such a prude!” He’s trying to move my arms, which are fiercely held against my chest. Brandon is pressing his body against my back. I can feel his hard dick through his clothing. He’s rubbing it up against me.

“Let me go!” I yell. They just laugh and keep me from escaping. I was drunk when this exchange began, but I’m feeling a little more sober now. I had been kissing Marcus, voluntarily. He’s cute. Dark, almost black, hair; and a kind of stocky athletic body. But then he began to get a little rough, and Brandon joined in, another good-looking frat guy, tall with brown hair. We're in a hallway outside the living room, where most of the party is.

“I want to see those big beautiful tits,” Marcus says with a laugh and manages to move one of my arms. I’m beginning to panic.

“Guys, what the hell?” I hear a male voice ask. I look over. It’s a cute tall frat boy with short dark blond hair. He shoves Marcus away from me and Brandon steps back.

“Just having some fun, bro,” Brandon says as he bounces back down the hall to the living room.

“Hey,” Marcus says, shoving the new guy. “She was with me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think she wants to be with you anymore,” the new guys says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He doesn’t seem drunk to me.

“She came on to me,” Marcus says and tries to grab my arm. The new guy easily gets me away from Marcus, who is very drunk, and leads me up a staircase. We squeeze past other drunk people on the stairs and in the hall upstairs. Marcus is following us, stumbling, trying to keep up.

“My woman!” I hear Marcus shout from behind us down the hall. The new guy leads me into a bedroom and shuts and locks the door. A few seconds later we hear Marcus pounding his fist on the door, shouting, “Olivia! You said I could fuck you!”

“What an ass,” the blond guy says.

I am feeling tipsy again, now that I’m safe. I stumble backwards and sit down on the bed, which is made, but sort of sloppily.

Marcus pounds on the door one more time and then we hear him wander off, mumbling.

“Wow,” I say quietly.

“Yeah,” the blond says. “So, you’re Olivia.” He smiles.

“You caught that, huh?” I say with a little laugh.

“I’m David,” he says.

“Nice to meet you. Thank you, by the way. I don’t know how that got out of hand,” I say.

“Pretty girl, drunken frat boys, it happens,” he says as he steps away from the door.

“You’re not drunk,” I blurt out.

“No, I am not,” he says smiling. “I had a beer, but…” he shrugs his shoulders. “I was a partier last year. I guess I’m over it.”

“Sophomore?” I ask.

“Yup,” he says. “How about you?”

“Freshman,” I say.

I listen to the music from the party pound through the house, muffled by walls. I listen to the sounds of people laughing, talking, shouting. And faintly through the wall I can hear the sounds of two people going at it. God, that sounds like fun.

“You want me to walk you back to your dorm?” David asks. “I don’t think you should stay at the party with Marcus out there.”

Home? This early on a Saturday night? No way. “I could stay here,” I say as I look up at him, a little pleadingly. I twirl a strand of my long dark hair with my fingers.

He raises his eyebrows.

“To hang out,” I add. I stand up and stumble a little bit. Not used to alcohol. I step toward David and throw my arms around him as I stare up at him. I had meant to be a lot more subtle than that. Whoops. He smiles down at me.

I know I’m pretty. I’m thin and have big boobs. I’m in good shape. Surely I can get this guy to take my virginity. He looks like an athlete of some sort. He’s pretty darn cute and a little muscled. Yum. I lean up and kiss him on the jaw. It’s all I can reach. He laughs.

“How drunk are you?” he asks.

“Two beers,” I say.

“Two?” he laughs. “You’re a lightweight.”

“Pfft. Why will nice guys never kiss me?” I step away from him and start unbuttoning my white short-sleeved blouse. He doesn’t stop me. He stares at me with interest. I remove the blouse and toss it to the ground. I have a pink lace bra on underneath, propping up my big breasts nicely. I put my hands at the waistband of my short stretchy skirt. He takes a step toward me.

I kick off my sandals. I’m standing there in my bare feet. I reach my hands under his dark gray T-shirt and feel his hard abs. Wow. I start to lift his shirt up. He finishes by pulling it off all the way. Wow, his chest looks great. I lean into it and start to kiss his chest. He laughs a little. He steps away and pulls his shoes and socks off.

“There, now we’re even. Your turn,” he says.

I slide my skirt off my hips and let it drop to the ground. Now I’m only wearing bra and panties. I can feel my heart race and my pussy get wet. He looks so hot wearing nothing but jeans. I stare a little too obviously at his crotch. He unzips his pants slowly. I think I may be salivating a little.

He pushes his jeans down on his hips as he watches me. Then he lets them drop to the floor and steps out of them. He is wearing boxers.

“I’m topless, now you,” he says playfully, pointing to my chest. We’ve already gone farther than I’ve ever gone with a boy before. Here goes nothing.

I reach back and unhook my bra, then slowly peel it off and let it drop, exposing my big round tits. He looks definitely mesmerized by them. I blush.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say. “I show you mine, you show me yours?” I put my hands on the sides of my panties.

“On three?” he asks. I nod. “One,” he says as he puts his hands on his waistband. “Two… three.” I pull my panties down all the way and step out of them as I try to keep an eye on him. He pulls his boxers down and his big hard cock bounces out of them. He steps out of his boxers and I can’t stop staring at his dick.

“Whoa,” I say.

He laughs. “I will take that as a compliment,” he says as he stares at my naked body.

I’ve never seen a dick in person before. It looks like it could hurt me. Wow.

“So, how about that kiss?” I say breathlessly.

He takes a step toward me and folds me up in his arms. His cock presses against me as he leans down a little bit and kisses me softly on the mouth. Still a gentleman. I kiss him harder and he starts to kiss me harder back. Our tongues tangle together. I feel so turned on. I kind of want to hump his brains out. I moan.

He backs me over to the bed as he kisses me and pushes me gently onto my back. I feel dizzy with desire. He lies down on top of me and fondles my tits as he kisses me. I moan. He slides his hand down my body and puts his fingers into my pussy. I shiver.

“Oh, I’ve never had a man in there before,” I mutter.

“Whoa,” he says, stopping. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” I say quietly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, how are you a virgin?” he asks incredulously.

“All girls high school.”

“They still have those?” He looks surprised.

“Unfortunately,” I say, and then I take his face in both hands and start kissing him passionately again. He kisses me back and starts rubbing my pussy again. I moan. He flicks my little button and I feel pleasure surge through me. Much better than anything I’ve done to myself. I stop kissing him to pant.