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18

After I climbed out the window, I doubled back and grabbed the condoms from my nightstand.

The ones from the school nurse.

I eventually mustered up the courage to go to her office and ask for some. She smiled at me and handed them over without asking any questions. I thought it would be awkward. I was embarrassed as hell to be asking her. I even thought she would announce over the school loudspeaker that I was having sex or worse, call my mom and tell her. But she didn't make a fuss or act like it was a big deal.

Maybe it wasn't. Maybe I was the one overreacting.

She also promised me that the exchange would stay completely private. Just between us. That made me feel a little better about the whole thing.

I don't know why I took them with me. I'm sure Theo had condoms at his house. Or maybe he didn't. Either way, I wanted to be prepared.

"Will your grandma be awake?" I ask as we pull into his circular driveway.

"Nah," Theo shuts off the engine. "She goes to bed pretty early. That woman could sleep through an earthquake."

Good. I didn't know if I'd be loud or not, and although the house was big, I wasn't entirely sure it was soundproof.

Somehow his house is even more beautiful at night, and leaves crunch under our feet as we make our way up the pathway and inside. Theo shuts the door behind him and I exhale.

"Want something to drink?" He asks.

I furrow my brows. "Like water?"

He smirks. "No. Like an actual drink."

I don't want to get drunk, but maybe a little buzz would help calm my nerves. I nod and follow Theo into the living room where he opens the liquor cabinet and rummages inside.

"Do you even know how to make drinks?" I ask skeptically.

"Yep. My grandpa taught me how to make a mean old fashioned. Behind my grandmas back of course."

I giggle. "Of course. I'm sure she would not have approved."

Theo grabs a bottle of whiskey and I follow him into the kitchen where he pulls out two glasses and some other ingredients. I watch, fascinated, and more than a little turned on as he whips up our drinks and garnishes them with an orange slice.

"Cheers," he grins and we clink glasses. I take a sip. It tastes bitter yet sweet, the two flavors contrasting each other yet combining to make a perfect combination.

"My feet are really ugly," I blurt out.

Theo pauses mid sip. "Huh?"

"My feet," I gesture down toward them. "They're horrible. Like with callouses and stuff. I probably even have an ingrown toenail or two."

Stop talking. Stop talking now.

But I can't. It's like suddenly I'm word vomiting. "It's from ballet," I explain. "Pointe shoes really mess up your feet. No matter how much you pad them, your feet will look fucked up. That's why I never wear shoes or anything that show my feet."

New game. Take a shot every time I say 'feet.'

Theo stares at me before bursting into laughter. "That's-" he doubles over laughing again. I wait patiently for him to regain his composure. "I don't care about your feet Rose."

"You sure? You might change your mind once you see them."

"I'm not going to be focused on your feet," he replies. "Trust me."

My heart pounds in my chest and Theo chuckles. "That's too bad though. Now you can't sell feet pics as a last resort. Some guys are really into that stuff."

I can't help but laugh as I finish off my drink. Theo does the same then takes both our glasses and washes them in the sink before carefully placing them back in the kitchen cabinet. Taking my hand he starts leading me up the stairs.

"What about the whiskey?" I ask, craning my neck back. "Shouldn't you put that away too?"

"I'll do it later."

My palms are sweating, my stomach is all jumbled up, and my heart is somersaulting in my chest. What's wrong with me? I want this. I know I do. So why am I so nervous? Is it because I'm overthinking it? It's definitely because I'm overthinking it. I breathe out and try to shake off my nerves.

Maybe I should've worn the lingerie.

Damnit. Now it's too late. Does it even matter? Theo would have taken it off eventually. We reach his room and this time he turns on a small lamp that illuminates it in a sort of romantic glow. It's nice, but I kind of want to tell him to turn off the lights completely. This might be easier if I didn't actually have to see him or look at him.

And vice versa.

Momentarily my nerves are forgotten when my eyes land on the covered easels in his room. I walk over to one, about to pull the cloth covering it back when Theo grabs my wrist.

"Not ready for public viewing yet," he says, dropping my hand.

I pout. "Not even a little sneak peek?"

"Nope," he shakes his head with a smile. "Not even a little sneak peek."

Now I'm even more curious than before, but refrain from touching it again. I don't want to make him mad. I'm about to ask him another question when he gently turns my face toward his and kisses me. And just like that, instantly, my nerves fade away. My body relaxes in his arms as we kiss deeply.

Suddenly he scoops me up, emitting a squeal from me. Carrying me bridal style he deposits me on his bed and takes off his sweatshirt and hoodie. I follow suit, taking off my sweater. Then Theo is top of me and we're kissing again, but this time it's more carnal and raw, his hands exploring my body as I press myself against him. His mouth moves to my neck and I sigh, loving the feeling of his lips on the sensitive skin there.

Theo's hand goes to the waistband of my leggings and starts tugging them down. I help him to kick them off. Now I'm in only my bra and panties, the most exposed I've ever been with a guy before. First he inserts a finger inside me and I moan, arching my back off the bed. Then another one joins the first, working in and out at a rhythmic pace. I'm breathing heavily, pushing myself against his fingers, urging him to go faster. Just when I'm at the brink of ecstasy he pulls his fingers out.

I stare up at him with wide eyes. "Why'd you stop?" I ask, my voice coming out whiny. But I can't help it. It feels like my favorite toy just got taken away.

Theo presses a trail of kisses across my cheek up to my ear. "I want you to come with my mouth on you," he whispers in my ear. Everything, and I mean everything, inside me clenches. He starts kissing a trail down my jaw, across my chest, between the valley of my breasts, further down until he reaches my thighs. He lightly presses his lips against the inside and I shiver in anticipations. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he pulls my panties down. I want to look anywhere but him, yet I find myself unable to. I watch, my chest heaving up and down, as he lightly presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. Then he slowly licks up my seam and my head falls back.

"Theo," I moan loudly. "Oh God, s-shit-" I want to tell him to stop, that's it's too much, but I'm afraid I might explode if he does. His tongue swirls around and around my clit, licking and sucking the sensitive bud. I'm not sure if the noises leaving my mouth are even words, and I don't know where to put my hands. At first I grip the bedsheets, then I grip his shoulders, then my hands move to his hair and tug. I'm afraid that might hurt him, but it only spurs him on as he drinks and laps me up like I'm his own personal aphrodisiac. I've never experienced such intense pleasure before, my whole body vibrating with the effort to hold myself together. Then Theo performs a trick with his tongue, and I have no idea where he learned it—nor do I want to know—but it pushes me over the edge and I cry out his name loudly as I orgasm, sending me spiraling into bliss.

When I finally regain my senses Theo is sitting up and licking his lips. My brain is having trouble processing what just happened. Physically, my body was present for it, yet it feels like my brain was not. I reach up and pull Theo down to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. It's dirty and insanely erotic, and my abdomen tightens. I reach down to unzip his jeans and pull them down. He shoves them off the rest of the way while I unclasp my bra, fingers shaking. Then Theo takes off his boxers and we're both naked.

I stare. I can't help it. I have never seen a dick in real life before. I try not to make it obvious though, my eyes darting back and forth. My breath comes out in short pants. Shit. I'm not sure what the average male size is, but Theo's looks pretty big. And it's pulsing. How will it even fit?

"I brought condoms," I blurt out. Theo pauses above me and I prattle on. "In case you didn't have any."

Theo bites his lip to suppress a smile. "I have condoms."

"Oh," pause. "Well I got some from the school nurse. Just in case. Did you know she'll give you condoms if you ask? And there are different types too. Did you know there are water condoms?"

Why am I blabbering on at a time like this?!

This time Theo chuckles. "Yes, I knew that," he kisses my forehead. "Are you nervous? We don't have to do this you know. We can wait."

I take a deep breath. "No, I want to do this. It's just..." It's now or never. I exhale. "I'm a virgin."

There. I said it.

At first Theo doesn't react. Like at all. I'm almost afraid he didn't hear me and I'll have to repeat myself. Then slowly he blinks.

"A virgin?"

Yeah, I know. Crazy right? There are still some of us out there. "Yes," I whisper. "And before you ask, yes I'm sure about this. I'm one-hundred percent sure. I'm just nervous..."

Please say something.

Theo exhales quietly before brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch is so tender I almost cry. "Do you trust me?" He asks seriously.

I nod. I've never trusted anyone more in my life.

Theo stares at me for a long moment before reaching to his bedside table and opening the drawer, pulling out a foil packet. My breath quickens as he rips it open with his teeth and rolls it on. I was apprehensive at first, afraid my virginity would be a deal breaker, but my fears fade away.

Theo postions himself over me, but instead of pushing inside me, he reaches down and takes my hand. I stare up at him as he draws my hand to my core. My mouth parts as he moves his hand over mine like a marionette, guiding me to touch myself.

"Oh," I breath out. "Oh...."

Then he kisses me, and it slow and sensual, causing my toes to curl. I'm so wrapped up in the moment, I don't even notice when he removes our hands and replaces them with the tip of his cock. I pull back with a gasp.

"Relax," Theo murmurs. "Just relax."

I exhale shakily and try to do what he says, relaxing my muscle. But it hurts. It really hurts and my eyes tear up. I breathe in and out to try and hide my pain, reminding myself that this is the hard part. Then Theo sinks all the way in, causing my breath to leave me in one fell swoop. I can tell Theo is using every ounce of restraint he has to hold himself back, to make this as painless for me as possible.

"I'm going to move a little now," he says, voice hoarse from effort, and I nod slowly. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

There's a slight pause before he starts moving a little bit. It stings at first, but then the discomfort fades away and morphs into something that feels like pleasure. I latch onto that feeling. Deciding to test the waters I move my hips against his and he lets out a ragged breath.

"It's okay," I urge him, gripping his shoulders. "I-it feels good."

"You sure?" Theo's eyes search my own.

Instead of answering I roll my hips against his in response. That's when Theo starts to move faster, and pain turns to pleasure. I dig my nails into his shoulders, breathing him in, whispering his name. I push and he pulls. I give and he takes. Our bodies are entangled in each other and I'm not sure where he ends and I begin. My legs wrap around him, taking him deeper, our bodies slick with sweat and heat.

I experience an earth shattering orgasm, my body floating through a state of utter euphoria. My walls clench around him, triggering Theo's own climax. I hold him close as we ride out the wave together, and afterwards we lay there in post orgasmic bliss, the only sound in the room being our heavy breathing.

After awhile Theo carefully pulls out of me and I wince. There's no doubt I'll be sore tomorrow, but I don't regret a single moment of what just happened. It was beautiful and perfect and I'll hold it close to my heart forever. Theo ties the condom up and tosses it into the garbage been before laying back down and pulling me close to him.

"How do you feel?" He asks quietly, his fingers gently stroking my arm.

"I feel..." I pause, searching for the right word as a smile slowly forms on my face and I exhale. "I feel wonderful."

___


I'm not excepting to be assaulted at my locker on Monday morning by a loud party horn and showered in confetti. Squinting, I raise a hand up to block the attack.

"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellowwwwwww...which nobody can deny!" Hannah tosses more confetti at me.

Ignoring the stares from other passing students at the festivities going on at my locker, I spit out confetti that managed to work it's way into my mouth. "What's with the early morning celebration?"

"Don't even try to hide it!" Hannah grins. "The caterpillar has blossomed into a butterfly!"

I stare blankly at her. She rolls her eyes.

"Fine, maybe you'll understand it this way," she makes a circle with her index and thumb then sticks her finger through it over and over. "In case you still don't get it, this is a visual representation of Theo's dick going through your vagina."

"Shush!" I smack her hand down and look around furtively for any prying eyes or ears. "You don't have to broadcast it."

"Hello? You texted me on Saturday night that you thought you were going to lose your virginity, then I don't hear from you the rest of the weekend. You're lucky I'm not shouting it from the school roof."

"Just keep your voice down!"

Hannah laughs. "Alright fine. So tell me everything. Where did you guys do it? Was it good? Did you orgasm? Did it hurt? Did he know you were a virgin? How big is he anyway? How many rounds did you go at it?"

I hold up my hands. "Woah, woah, woah. One question at a time. Okay um, we did it at his house. Yeah it was really good," I blush remembering how it felt to have him inside me. "I did orgasm. It hurt like hell. Yes he knew I was a virgin. Uh, he's pretty big. And we had sex twice. Then we cuddled after before he had to drive me home so I could sneak back in."

Hannah squeals, hopping up and down excitedly. "You have no idea how happy I am for you right now! How do you feel? Do you feel different?"

I pause, thinking over her question. Physically I know I'm not any different besides a broken hymen and a pleasant soreness between my legs, but it feels like something shifted inside me. I just can't pinpoint what it is yet, or if it's good or bad.

So I shrug. "I don't know yet. I feel happy I guess. Lighter. Giddier. Definitely more horny than I was before. I feel like I want to have sex all the time now. I keep thinking about when Theo and I will be alone next. I want to try being on top this time."

Hannah's eyes widen. "Oh my gosh. You're turning into a nympho."

"Maybe," I smile. "Oh yeah. And I want to go to the clinic to get on birth control for extra protection. I'm going to tell Theo, but I still want him to use condoms. Do you think he'll be okay with that?"

"Honey, he better. You deny him that snatch otherwise."

I burst out laughing. "Snatch?"

"Yep," Hannah grins. "Your golden snatch."

It was definitely an interesting way to describe a girls vagina, that was for sure.

"I'll go with you to the clinic," Hannah adds. "Maybe I'll get more condoms. You know, for research purposes."

"Whatever you say," I tease. "By the way, how's Tinder going?"

Before she can respond the bell rings. "I'll tell you at lunch!" Hannah calls out, blowing me a kiss. I smile and shake my head before walking to class.

___





and just like that, aurora's v-card is gone
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