Nadia opened her eyes, looking up at the high ceiling of her room. The event of the previous night rushed through her head like a panorama of pictures and her lush lips spread out in a happy smile. Wiggling with excitement on her bed, she let out a happy laugh. She had never imagined that coupling could be that intense and beautiful. She supposed it must be partly because the feeling of need had been natural and not cunningly geared by some cynical motive. She grimaced in recollection of her previous experiences.
Her first time was with her literature teacher in high school. He had been quite a hunk; tall, witch-black hair, and the brooding kind. His name was Bildad James. All the female seniors had wanted him but he never gave any of them the slightest of attention. He became somewhat a challenge for her. The feeling of making him a conquest seduced her. She wanted to be the one who succeeded where others failed and she went at him with all she had got.
At first, she made a subtle move, letting her fingers brush his whenever she wanted to pass him her note, book or anything and to her frustration, he had simply carried on as if nothing was amiss. It took her a while to achieve her aim but she did get what she wanted. Or could she say what she thought she wanted? She had chased the older man boldly and relentlessly. He did put up a brave front but he made the mistake of attending one of their football games that lasted till dark one Friday night and she followed him to the secluded spot where he parked his truck. She entered his car, catching him unaware and sat in the passenger seat before he could utter a word, she climbed atop his legs, ignoring his hushed fervent protest.
She grinned wickedly into his eyes when she succeeded in having him exactly where she wanted him, and then she removed her top and bra. The older man swallowed hard, staring at her chest. Nadia knew she was bigger than girls of her age. At seventeen, she already had the body of a mature woman and knew boys and men alike were quite crazy about her shape and size. She figured Bildad would be as enthralled and she wasn’t wrong.
As soon as he allowed her to take his hand and used the tip of his index finger to brush her nipples she knew she had won. She moaned, looking into his eyes and using his hand to excite herself. After about a minute of her doing that, she supposed Bildad couldn’t take anymore because he cupped her breast hungrily, closed his lips around her right nipple and devoured her.
She didn’t let him have sex with her that night though – all in the bid to drive him into a frenzy. Just when she felt his cock straining and pulsating in his trousers under her ass, she withdrew from him. He was stunned. She put her bra cups in place, buttoned up her shirt and glanced at him to bid him goodnight. Walking away from the scene, she felt quite glorious.
However, the Monday after, Bildad asked her to wait after his class and gave her a task to do for him while he busied himself attending to other things. Knowing all was a ploy to get her alone, she stayed.
Much later, when the school was fairly deserted, he followed her to the bookshelf at the back of the class, pinning her against the wall. Nadia had giggled in triumph, enjoying his hurriedness and desperation to have her.
Breathing hard as someone possessed, Bildad had reached in front of her blouse to pull the fabric out from the band of her skirt and slipped his hand under to cup her full breast. He groaned loudly, twiddling her nipples, he drew pleasurable moans from her. He then lifted her short skirt, pulled down her panties and bucked hard against her. Nadia bit down a cry as a sharp pain tore through her. She had read about the discomfort that comes with having sex the first time, but nothing warned her it would be that painful.
Bildad had groaned but he didn’t stop. He fucked her hard like someone who had had enough of her shit. And afterwards, panting, he whispered into her ear, “You are unbelievable.” He then carried her to the adjoining bathroom and helped her to clean up and then fucked her again.
Her high school was a private one, and every one of her teachers had their own classroom slashes office. Students go to the individual teachers’ classroom when they have their periods and that made it quite easy for her to continue to have him anytime she felt like it. And when the euphoria of eating the forbidden fruit dimmed, she started to avoid him.
After several futile attempts to get her alone, Bildad pointedly asked her to wait behind after his class one day and his excuse was to discuss her score on the previous test. She had no choice then but to wait. When the last student exited the classroom, he waited for a few minutes, walked to the door and locked it. He then strode to her leisurely at first with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, giving her a sense of safety before rushing at her when he was about two feet away. Crushing his lips against hers to silence her cry, he lifted her up to perch on a desk, shove her legs apart and shifted the fabric covering her girl part. He then slipped a finger into her, swallowing her cries as he finger fucked her.
“You got me hooked on you and now you're just going to ignore me like I’m shit!” he growled. Nadia had felt like the devil. The frustration in his voice excited her. She had responded by biting him on his lower lip, making him yelp and jerk back. The two had held each other gazes for about a millisecond. Nadia saw the lust and frustration gleaming in his eyes. She reached forward to grab his tie and pulled him forward, crushing her lips against his.
“Nadia…” Bildad groaned right before she pulled his lower lip into her mouth and suckled it. Then she reached for his belt. His breathing was loud. She wrapped her long, slim legs around his waist to pull him to her, freeing his shaft and positioning him at the opening of her pussy. He moaned deep into her mouth as she made him slip into her. He cupped her ass and bucked hard against her, causing her to moan into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him to whisper into his ear, “I want to ride you.” Bildad let out a deep groan.
With her in his arms, he lowered them to the carpeted floor, and let her straddle him. Nadia rode him like a wild horse she was trying to tame and when they had both embraced release. She leaned over him, kissed his lips and whispered, “If you pull this stunt again, I will have you fired and you will never work in this town again.”
“Nadia! Come on, baby. Please, I want you, I want more. I think I am falling for you…” Bildad replied with feelings. Nadia rolled her eyes and got off of him. After making herself decent, she left.
The thing was even though Bildad never did try to get back with her again, anytime her ceremonial boyfriend; the famous quarterback of her school football team, annoyed her or she just felt bored she would go after Bildad like a bitch in heat, and he never had the willpower to turn her away.
Back then, it was more about using her beauty to get the supposed unreachable men and never did pay attention to whether it was even enjoyable. But she figured the automatic reaction of going back to Bildad must have meant something. Sadly she had been too focused on the motive.
All those memories blurred the moment Angel touched her. It felt like she was on fire and it was truly her very first time. There were no games, no pretense; he touched her very core, making her feel completely naked to her very soul. And she loved every minute of it.
The urge to see him again developed inside her like a vengeance but then she recalled where she was, and most importantly, who he was. And for someone who was not used to not getting what she wanted when she wanted it that unsettled her.
Even though she kept telling herself she was no longer that character back in high school, she sometimes had some persistent emotions rearing their heads: like a swift annoyance when she was denied something or the feeling of entitlement geared by the automatic pass she had gotten all her life because of her family name.
The sound of car engines from down below made her hurry out of bed to the side glass wall, parting the drapes, she blinked, getting her eyes accustomed to the bright daylight. The heavy drapes had kept the light out of her room, giving a deceptive notion that it was still dark.
Her uncle's black Jeep with his escorts tripped in, coming to a halt in front of the house. One of his guards opened the back door of the sleek vehicle – the third one in the line-up, and her uncle's familiar frame appeared as he exited the custom-made car. Nadia watched as he jerked his suit off his broad shoulders and threw it at someone she couldn't see.
"Get Angel for me! Now!" he barked out orders.