#kyle and reader

The party was raging, colors were blurring as you took a shot. You stared in the direction of Kyle Scheible. Your heart seemed to beat out of your chest. He was chatting up some girl, and now your heart just ached.

You downed yet another shot. You'd had a hard week. Stressful, difficult, not to mention the whole being in love with someone completely out of your league. When Kyle had proposed a house party, you'd jumped at the idea. Any time spent with him was precious, but he'd barely spoken to you all night. Now your alcohol intake was getting dangerously high, and you wished you could leave.

"Hey Y/N," Ladybird was not drunk at all it seemed, but just enjoying her time.She noticed where you were looking, and grimaced. Lady Bird was one of your closest friends, and your only confidant concerning your feelings for Kyle.

"Hey, he doesn't really like that girl you know. I can tell, he's just talkin' to her nothing more-"

"I'm fine," You cut her off rather harshly. Then you felt something awful twist in your gut. You were going to puke. You covered your mouth and dashed toward the bathroom, with Lady Bird calling your name behind you.

You reached the open toilet bowl just in time to let all your dinner loose into it. You felt your body wretch with each new flow of vomit. Soon someone was holding your hair, and you were so grateful that you could've kissed them. It was Ladybird of course.

"Thanks," Your voice sounded like you'd rubbed sandpaper on your vocal cords. You looked down at the cold tile for a moment and tears filled your eyes.

"It's just so hard," you sniffed. "To see him there, just standing there, and feel my heart bursting with love for that stupid, stupid boy," You were full-on sobbing now. "And know," you looked up and saw a very sad Ladybird, through your blurred eyes. "And know, he doesn't... will never feel the same way. That he'll never notice the way I feel about him."

You buried your head in your hands and shook with tears. You couldn't handle this anymore, it hurt too much. You felt a gentle pat on your back. You felt sorry for Ladybird, for putting her in this situation, but you couldn't have kept the tears in even if you'd tried. You felt her presence leave, maybe she'd felt you needed time alone, but you didn't feel that way.

Ladybird pushed through the people standing with drinks or dancing on the floor to the music that seemed like a backtrack to this situation. She finally saw the golden tanned skin, the floppy hair, and dark green eyes, still chatting up that girl from earlier.

"Ladybird, mate why are you running?" Kyle asked jovially, he wasn't drunk either she could see.

"Can I talk to him, alone, just for a moment," Ladybird breathed heavily, and the girl nodded with a confused look on her face.

"Lady what-" Kyle started still grinning.

"What the Hell are you doing?" She asked roughly.

"I, What?" Kyle was confused now too.

"You told me last week, you were going to tell y/n how you felt," Ladybird snapped.

"I," Kyle looked embarrassed now. "I chickened out," he mumbled.

"Oh lord," ladybird threw her head back in exasperation. "Look, I promised myself I wouldn't interfere, but this is too much."

"What are you-"

"Y/N Likes you, Kyle!" She shouted.

"She what," Kyle gasped.

"Yeah, and right now she's crying, in your bathroom, about how much she loves ya!" Ladybird was angry at Kyle’s confusion now. You were sobbing and he couldn't get this small piece of information through his head.

"She loves me," Kyle’s mouth quirked up at the side.

"Yes now go!" Ladyburd said shoving Kyle ahead of her, running behind him. The two of them went to the bathroom where you were still crying on the floor.

"Y/N," Ladybird said. You looked up, horrified to see Kyle.

"Lady,” you growled, getting up. You were a bit shaky, but you still came off as pretty menacing. Her eyes widened.

"I had to tell him Y/N, he needed to know!" She said, hands up, backing away. He then bolted, and you began to charge after her, but Kyle caught you around the waist.

"I'm gonna kill you," You screamed at the door of the bathroom. You began crying again, everything was ruined. You couldn't believe Kyle was even touching you. However, he folded you into his arms, rocking you side to side, soothing you as his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm going to kill her,” you cried into his chest.

"Shh," He quieted you. He lifted your face to his, hands on your cheeks and jaw. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, looking at you in a way you realized was the same way you looked at him.

"I love you too," he whispered gently, a small smile creeping on his face. A loving, happy smile, that made you know everything would be okay.

"You do?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do," He said moving in closer. "May I kiss you?" he asked slowly.

"Yes," you breathed, and his lips met yours like a clash of symbols. A beautiful, loving kiss, with your favorite person.

I was at my very first highschool party, that wasn't at my catholic school. I wasn't sure how, but I'd lucked out with an invitation. I felt very out of place among the couples making out dramatically.

"Hey, y/n," called a girl I vaguely knew from science class. "Come play 7 minutes in heaven! We need another."

"Oh, no, I couldn't. I've never even had my first kiss, I wouldn't know what to do," I laughed. She made a weird face at me, but someone grabbed my arm.

"Did you say you've never been kissed?" The voice asked. I took in the form of Kyle Scheible, our school's resident bad boy. He had probably had sex with every girl in the entire school. I was the exception. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking, he was drop dead gorgeous, but he was on a whole other speed that I wouldn't ever hope to catch up with.

"Yes," I said honestly. The look in his eyes changed. It was like he was a shark who had smelled blood in the water. He gave me a toothy grin, and backed off me.

The rest of the party was fun, but I could feel eyes on me everywhere I went. When I'd look up, Kyle always had his head buried in a book, but I knew it was him.

The next day in English class, we were told we would be partnered up for our next assignment. I sighed, I hated partner projects, I always managed to do all the work, but get only half the credit. Then on the day of the presentation my partner would fumble with their words, proving they didn't know what they were doing. Then, I'd look dumb too.

"Mr. Scheible, you will be partnered with Ms. Y/L/N," said Mr. Pratt.

"Oh for Christ's sake," I muttered. Our project was doomed. Kyle was smirking as he got up and came over to me.

"You're not going to do any of the work are you?" I asked.

"Depends," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes, having no idea what that meant.

"Hey, y/n," he said, and I turned to him. As I turned his pressed his lips to mine. I let out a squeak, and pushed him back.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded.

"Now you've had your first kiss," he said, eyes glittering. I wanted to spit in his face, except that his lips had been warm, and soft, and tempting. It struck up a curiosity in me that hadn't been there before.

"Mr. Scheible, Ms. Y/L/N, we don't need to go to the Head's office do we?" Mr. Pratt asked.

"No sir," I said quietly.

"Good!"

I waited in my office, staring at the clock. Ever since Y/n and I had tried out my rather unorthodox kink, our dialogue about such things had opened up immensely. I was thankful she had finally felt comfortable enough to share with me one of her desires.

I had always thought I wouldn’t engage in the corporate life but it turned out to be pretty lucrative. I’d risen through the ranks easily. This meant I had an office to use for her interest. Of course I made sure it was after hours.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Scheible?” She said demurely, playing her part perfectly.

“I think you know,” I began, pulling down my sleeves sharply, “That I have a wife.”

“Yes sir, I have organised many vacations for you two and she often calls the office to check on you,” she recited, fiddling with her pencil skirt.

“So you know I’m bound to someone, that I should only find them attractive, that when I have sex, only their image should cross my mind. For better or for worse?”

“Yes Sir,” she nodded meekly.

“Come here,” I demanded, but didn’t give her the chance to move. Instead, I covered the space between us quickly with my long legs. I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her over to the set of drawers I kept.

“Open it,” I snarled.

“K-Kyle?” She asked. The tremble in her voice made my knees weak. I wanted to ruin her.

“Open. It.”

She pulled open the drawer and looked down in confusion at dozens of boxers. I hadn’t told her about this part. I was giddy with anticipation.

“What is this?” She asked me. She had turned to me now. Her adorable petal pink lips formed an o. She had her head tipped to the side.

“These are the spare boxers I keep around. I have to keep them here because every time I see that plump little ass in a skirt I get hard. Before I know it I’m busting buckets of cum thinking about taking that tight body and stretching you around my thick cock.”

“Ohhhh,” she let out a shaky breath. I could tell she loved the spin.

“Y-you touch yourself thinking about me. E-even though you’re married?” She asked me.

“Absolutely,” I growled. “Now bend over.”

“Bend over?” The quaver of fear in her voice was perfection.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, like you haven’t been thinking about this too,” I whisper to her, my large hand curving around her neck.

“I d-don’t, you’re my boss, you’re married,” she exclaimed. She played her part well but I could see the lust and desire in her eyes. This spurred me to grab her. I knew she wanted bruises so I squeezed harder. I spun her.

“No please!” She yelled. Hearing her scream no did give me pause. I had to remind myself we’d planned this and she hadn’t said her safe word. All the same, I loosened my grip slightly.

“Stop resisting,” I snarled. I ripped down her skirt and the tiny pink lace panties. She was quite literally dripping down her thighs. I let out a lewd grunt of pleasure.

“Liar liar,” I hummed in a sing song voice. I slowly dragged my fingers through her slick folds. I felt her melting into the touch she knew so well.

“If you don’t want this, why are you soaking wet little girl?” I whispered in my ear. I made sure she could hear it loud and clear as I sloppily licked her cunt juice off my fingers.

“I’m going to take what I’ve wanted for so long,” I told her.

“P-please sir, Mr. Scheible, y-your wife,” she tried to reason with me but I just chuckled.

“Yes my wife, you won’t tell her a thing. It will feel good to stuff my cock in something young and tight,” I purred.

“Fuck,” I heard her whisper. I grinned, that wasn’t part of our script and it told me she was loving this.

I undid my belt and caught her rubbing her thighs together when she heard the jingle. I slapped her ass and she let out a giggle of excitement. Finally, with a grunt, I sheathed my throbbing cock inside her.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I groaned as my hips began to go wild. I was snapping them so hard I wondered if I’d hit her cervix. I pushed her down further over the drawers. My hands grabbing at her hips.

“You love my cock don’t you? Feels so good to take married cock. It’s so wrong but you’re so fucking wet,” I moaned. She was making small submissive sound every time I plunged into her.

“S-so wrooooong,” she wailed in pleasure. The schlicking of my dick in her cunt was addictive.

“Suck my wedding ring,” I order her. I didn’t let her answer before I shoved my fingers in her mouth. Like a perfect slut she salivated all over my fingers. Her tongue lapped at the fake wedding ring.

“Fuck you’re tight, you squeeze my cock so much better than my wife,” I exclaimed.

“I’m trying sir, I’m trying,” she moaned as she shoved herself back on my dick, our bodies meeting over and over. This was heavenly.

“So good at taking cock even thought you’re so young,” I gasped.

“How young am I?” She dared to asked.

“Barely eighteen, fuuuuuck,” I groaned. I pulled her up so I could kiss her neck. I was absolutely obsessed with this woman who let me do such depraved things and didn’t blink an eye.

I was hammering inside her. I felt myself nearing the edge. I couldn’t wait to spill my cum inside her. She was so fucking sexy.

“You going to take my cheating load?” I whispered to her.

“Don’t cum inside me, you aren’t wearing protection!” She cried.

“I’m going to, I’m going to put my spunk inside your tight pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I heaved in her ear. I used my body to press her down. She cried out in euphoria as I used a hand to roughly circle her clit while slamming inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she squealed. I released inside her. Her pussy clamped down on me as I painted her insides white.

Slowly, I pulled out of her and we sunk to the floor. I held her in my arms and kissed her sweaty temple over and over.

“You’re not bad, it’s just a kink,” she reminded me, worried the dom drop would settle.

“Just pretend,” I agreed and kissed her fingers.

“That was so hot, thank you for trusting me and doing that,” she said softly.

“I love you baby,” I told her.

“I love you too,” she agreed. Then she was giggling.

“What?” I asked.

“You know how to wipe a camera?” She asked.

“Why?” I questioned in confusion.

“Look,” she pointed up to a security camera in the room.

"Please," I begged her as she was getting ready.

"Kyle the concert is soon," she smirked and batted my hands away. We'd communicated often and finally got to the point where she'd let me take her out. I'd asked her to be my girlfriend two weeks ago and I'd been needy ever since. I couldn't believe how desperate I was for her all the time. She was just so sexy, and every time she sang, it made me even worse.

"Kyle," she hummed as I kissed her neck sloppily.

"Please, please, I will get on my knees," I whined and I wasn't one to whine.

"Fine," she rolled her eyes but gasped when I dove my fingers into her cunt.

"That's it, so warm and wet," I grinned. She clutched the sides of her chair. I curled my fingers and the music of her moan was lovely.

"Love when you sing," I whispered to her. "So powerful and you sound like an angel, I could cum in my pants."

"Oh, fuck, Kyle," she groaned.

"Please, please, fuck me on stage, so the world what I get, and no one else can have," I begged her.

"You're awful," she scoffed but I got her back when I pressed her clit and she melted against me, her head falling on my shoulder.

"Y/n, it's time to go," called my agent.

"Nooooo," I moaned.

"Kyle I have to go," she said sternly and pulled my fingers out of her with a wet sound. My cock twitched in my pants. I suckled my fingers when I noticed something wrong as she walked towards the door.

"Baby, I'm missing one of my rings," I said, examining my hand.

"We'll have to deal with that later," she waved me off. I sat off stage and watched my girl. I couldn't believe she was before so many people, pouring her heart into her performance, all while my sparkling ring was inside her.

I was trying to help myself out subtly, but her staff kept walking by me. Finally, it was her intermission. I let her gulp down water before I was yanking her to her dressing room.

"Kyle," she giggled. I bent down and fingered her cunt until I got the ring. I turned her around, pulled up her skirt, and shoved her panties aside. I pushed into her and moaned loudly.

"Kyle, I need a rest," she teased.

"Do you really want me to pull out right now? Not cumming inside you will kill me," I gasped.

"I was just joking," she said and turned back as far as she could and kissed me. I began to thrust desperately.

"Oh baby, you're so fucking big," she told me and I swelled with pride.

"All for you baby, you're so hot out there," I gasped.

"I noticed that made you needy," she teased. I decided I didn't like her teasing. I pushed her down dramatically so her face was shoved into the couch. I began to pick up my pace.

"I want to please you so much you're unable to talk!" I growled and slapped her ass and she moaned.

My fingers bit into her hips as I watched myself disappear inside her. My cock was red and desperate, with pulsing veins that I shoved inside her tenderness.

"Kyle, so good!" She nearly screamed and I smirked. I leaned over her, going deeper as I massaged her tits.

"You're a goddess you know that?" I asked her.

"Mmmmmm," she whined.

"You gonna do the rest of your show with a cummy mess in your pussy? You gonna sing with it sliding down your thighs?"

"Pl-please," she gulped.

"Good girl, such a fucking good girl," I chuckled and shoved as deep as I could. I roared as I released my load into her pulsing cunt. Her walls squeezed me as she whimpered. It felt amazing as my ropes splashed into her pussy.

"That was amazing," she panted as I helped her up.

Mr. Duval had upped the stakes. Now this project was worth 45% percent of our grade! I'd told Kyle we needed to get together to work again, and he'd suggested his house. He had a huge house, with a pool and everything. I was impressed.

I felt bittersweet about the fact that he was actually studying! On one hand it was good, on the other, he wasn't bargaining with me.

I'd researched it after I'd let him eat me out. It wasn't common to cum from giving someone else oral. Usually you needed to preform on them for that to happen. Was Kyle really as unique as he said he was? Just the thought of that time made my panties wet, another thing I'd had to look up. I thought I was peeing myself when arousal pooled in my heat.

"Alright," Kyle said, pushing his work back. "This is ridiculous, let's bargain."

My heart started the thump in my chest. Did I act eager or reserved? What would he want this time?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm not studying," he said.

"But you were," I pleaded.

"I read the same sentence over maybe 20 times," he squinted one eye as he did the mental math.

"What had you so distracted?" I asked, knowing it was a dangerous question.

"Your lips," he said, tracing them. "You know you bite them when you work?"

I did know, but I couldn't speak at the moment.

"Your virgin mouth," he sighed.

"You're fetishizing me," I snapped.

"I've never met one, it's mesmerizing," he groaned.

"Never?"

"I wasn't anyone's first," he said.

"So what do you want this time?" I asked, hands on my hips.

"Haven't you guessed from the mouth comments?"

"You, you want a b-blow job?" I asked. "What if I do it wrong and hurt you?"

"I'd take teeth on my dick right now to be inside your mouth. It's so sm-small, oh fuck," he said, his hips resituated themselves.

"Okay, what about your parents?" I asked.

"They don't care, and my dad is probably asleep, practically dead to the world, from the cancer," he shrugged, looking down.

"Oh, Kyle, I'm so sorry," I said, honestly.

"It's fine," he said, but I saw his lip quiver for a second. He fixed himself and stood up. He began to pull down his pants, his bulge was huge, and some sort of liquid stained them. He took himself out and I gasped at his massive length.

"Are you?... Is that, average?" I asked from my place kneeling in front of him.

"Haha, I'm well above average," he chuckled. I let out a needy noise.

"You came in your boxers when you ate me out, that's not normal either!" I pointed out, trying to get some upper hand.

"Yeah, I did, it's very easy to make me cum, but something else goes along with that," he explained.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I have a very short refractory period, almost none," he smirked.

"Refractory period?" I asked.

"Fuck you're so innocent," he swore and I made a face at him. I hadn't minded being innocent until he'd come into my life.

"People with vaginas can have as many orgasms in row as they please. A person with a penis needs time in between orgasming and becoming hard again," he told me.

"Oh, so yours is, oh," I said, realizing all the possibilities.

"Now that you're done trying to one up me," he said, and waved his hips so that his cock swung.

"What do I, what do I do?" I gulped.

"Pretend it's a lollipop, better yet, a popsicle, I don't want you only paying attention to the head," he instructed.

"I understand," I said shakily, my core beginning to heat. I took his cock in my hand. I began to stroke it up and down. He let out a strangled moan. I moved forward and tentatively licked his slit.

"Ah!" He moaned. "Just like that, oh f-fuck."

His noises were higher pitched and breathier than I'd imagined. I thought he'd give low growls and grunts, I was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, oh," he said, as I took him further inside my mouth. "G-good girl!"

His praise sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my cunt. I wished I could have some pleasure, but I'd never masturbated before, I wouldn't know what to do.

"Take me further, I know you can do it, so brave, so good," he panted. I tried my best, and my eyes watered as I gagged.

"Oh, yes, give me all you have. Such a nice, wet mouth, taking me so well," he continued to babble. I could tell he was trying very hard to hold back and not fuck my throat, knowing I couldn't handle it. The muscles in his thighs were twitching with the effort. I watched his toes curling as I moved up and down his cock. I accidentally grazed a tooth against him.

"Fuck!"

I pulled off immediately, feeling hot shame flood me.

"I'm sorry Kyle," I said ardently.

"Oh it's okay," he cradled my face. "You didn't mean it sweet heart. Look at you, all teary, chin all slobber covered. What a gorgeous sight!"

I felt my heart swelling at his words. I knew this was all a game to him, but his compliments did things to me I couldn't explain.

"Back in I go," he said, gently pressing his tip to my lips. I took it eagerly, wanting to hear more nice things from him.

"There you go darling," he said, and I sucked faster now.

"Oh, feels so good, feels so fucking good knowing I'm the only one to ever be inside this mouth. My cock is the only one that's ever slid in and out. You're a natural, look at you go," he swooned. I could hardly breathe. He'd been with so many girls, yet it was me he was praising.

"I'm so close, holy fuck," he swore. "You're baptizing my cock. I want to flood you!"

I had an idea. I hummed around his cock, hoping the vibrations felt good.

"You are a fast learner," he moaned. "My balls, massage my swollen balls, they're so full of cum for you!"

I reached up and fondled his heavy balls. He nearly screamed as he rutted into my mouth. Salty, hot, cum filled my mouth. I'd read that men liked you to swallow, so I did the best I could.

"D-don't stop," he begged. "I-I've got more, I can feel it, more for you."

"Oh, oh, uh, ahhh, fucking hell you're so good. Your mouth is so tiny and my cock is so big!" He whimpered. I rolled my eyes, he would compliment himself during sex.

I continued to place light, tantalizing touches to his balls. I even tried pumping the part of him I couldn't fit inside me. He seemed to love that, high pitched whines left his pretty pink lips.

"So good, so good, so good," he chanted. "Oh I'm gonna cum again, gonna fill your mouth again."

He did as he said. He shot ropes of cum into my mouth. I could feel my cunt was on fire as I watched him reveling in pleasure.

"So fucking horny for you!" He moaned. He was still shooting, and I was trying to swallow. I had to pull off him to manage it. He watched me gag and then swallow my mouth full of cum. I placed a hand on my stomach that was now completely full of Kyle's cum.

"Nice meal?" He asked.

My body was on fire, I was internally screaming. This was so difficult, made all the worse by the fact I didn't feel like I could masturbate without Kyle there.

I couldn't believe this was my life now. It's like nothing mattered accept doing sexual acts with Kyle. I thought about him constantly, and worse yet, I couldn't say anything! We both held a kind of power. My power was indifference, and virginity, his was knowledge and desire. If I gave up one of my strengths, I didn't think I could bear his cockiness.

I was trying to leave school when a hand grabbed me roughly. I was pulled into one side of a confessional. Kyle was kissing me so fervently our teeth knocked together and saliva covered the bottom half of my face.

"I need you," he said breathily.

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes, I've been so hard all day thinking about taking your virginity. You will give it to me won't you? Oh I could just cum thinking about it." He moaned.

"Wh-why would I give it to you?" I tried to maintain my uneffected mind set.

"Please, I'll get on my knees," he said, and I could feel his hard length pressed against my thigh, and I gasped.

"Haven't you been touching yourself to the idea of us, how many times has the thought of my cock made you come?"

"I can't," I whined as he kissed my neck.

"Huh?" He asked.

"I-I've never, I don't know how," I was stuttering, the words barely making it out.

"Wait?" His breath was hot. "You're a virgin, even to yourself?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Ooooooh f-fuck," he moaned and I watched his cock pulsing in his pants.

"D-did you just?" I asked.

"Yeah, all over," he groaned.

"J-just from my words?" I whimpered.

"Yeah," he sighed dreamily. "It was a good one too, it felt amazing, and knowing there's more coming is wonderful."

"But it was in your pants," I giggled.

"It can still feel good," he shrugged.

"Just how often do you do this, you must have a whole wardrobe of extra boxers in your locker," I laughed.

"Mmmmfmm, your laugh is so pretty," he whined, and my heart rate sped up. His compliments made me insane.

"I-I like it when you do that," I finally said.

"What? Cum in my boxers?" He asked.

"Well, that too, weirdly enough, but I meant when you, when you praise me," I ended in a whisper.

"Ohhhhh," he leaned back with a smirk.

"You've got a praise kink eh?" He asked.

"What no! I don't have any kinks, I'm a good catholic-"

I was cut off by another wild kiss. He was smirking into the kiss. This was so wrong, he had came in his pants, in a confessional no less. Now he was guiding my hand to the wet patch on his pants. He groaned when I squeezed.

"Yeah, yeah, a good catholic girl," he chuckled, pulling back.

"To answer your question about my cum," he began, chuckling at my reaction. Why did he have to phrase it that way?

"I only started having these... accidents, since the party when you said you had never been kissed. The idea of showing you the world of sex really turns me on. So, I'm going to help you, like you helped me."

"How did I help you?" I asked.

"Sex is no longer a boring way to get my cock happy, I'm enjoying this," he smiled wickedly.

I almost lost my breath at his words. I bit my lip at I took in his form. Lanky, sexy, tousled from our kiss and his arousal. He looked perfect.

"I'm going to teach you how to masturbate," he grinned.

"W-wait, really?" I asked. He nodded, and pulled down my skirt and panties quickly.

"Did you ever get the birth control?" He asked. I nodded. My parents were completely nonchalant about sex, except that I was safe. It was wild to me that I was so concerned when they'd been fine with getting me the pill.

"Thank God, I hate condoms," he said, making a face. I could hardly take what his words did to my body.

"There she is" he said, smiling down at my cunt, it was dripping, and he chuckled. He ran a thumb through my folds and I whimpered.

"So wet for me," he beamed. "Sit down."

I did as he said. He knelt down to show me what I needed to to.

"There's basically two main pleasure points, not that other things can't feel good, but these are the home runs. You'll likely have more success with the clit than the G spot, because you're fingers are tiny, you may not be able to touch it.

He got lost in a trance for a couple of second, looking at my small fingers. Doing the Tarzan and Jane and comparing our hands.

"Hey, Kyle, I don't have time for your size kink, okay," I said finally. His eyes snapped up to mine.

"How'd you know what that was baby doll?" He asked.

"I have Google," I rolled my eyes.

"But you can't figure out this?" He asked, gesturing to my heat.

"That's different, that's a definition, this is an action."

"Fair," he mused. He blew some air onto my glistening cunt, and I squirmed.

"Alright, the clit will feel like a bump, and it swells when you're turned on. So right about here," he said, moving his long finger around in my pussy, until he found a place that had pleasure pulsing through me.

"There you go, your finger can go there," he said, and I tentatively moved my finger there. It felt so good I gasped. I'd thought Kyle could only provide this type of pleasure, but knowing I could was freeing. Maybe I wouldn't need him so much after this. I moved my finger fast, wanting so bad to come undone.

"Ah, oh, ohhhhh," I breathed, as Kyle sat back and smiled.

"Good girl, there you go. Feels good huh?"

"So good!" I gasped.

"I'll watch you work pretty girl," he said, but he lied. He moved forward and licked up and down my legs.

"Oh, Kyllllle," I moaned. I was going to explode.

"Yeah, say my name," he said, as he pressed a wet kiss to the underside of my knee. I fell over the edge and arched up into the feeling of pleasure. When I opened my eyes, Kyle had his massive, cum covered cock in his hand. He was using his essence as lube for himself. My eyes bulged out of my head.

"Now your fingers," he moaned. "Put them inside yourself."

I took one, remembering I'd probably be tight, and pushed it in myself. I didn't feel much pleasure though.

"This doesn't feel as good," I said sadly.

"It's alright, most orgasms are clitoral," he said. "Let me show you how it could feel."

He pushed my hand away and put two large digits into my opening. I swore as he curls them.

"See, this is what I mean, I'm so much bigger and longer, and taller than you. You're just a petite princess, and it's extremely alluring."

"It feels s-so good Ky," I said desperately.

"Oh, I like that nickname, keep it reserved for our special time, yeah?"

Then he was taking his fingers out of me and I was weak. I was about to protest when I saw his cock coming towards my entrance. I was so ready I nearly ached. He pushed in slightly and it hurt. The pain was stinging and felt like it was tearing something.

"Ow, ow, ow, Kyle you need to stop," I said.

"It'll only hurt for a little," he said.

"You're too damn big," I snapped. "You'll just have to fuck me like this, you've got to be patient and stretch me out!"

"But I've only got the tip in," he said dismally.

"I don't care, you're still inside me," I said.

"You're right," he said with bright eyes. He began to pull his tip in and out of me at a high speed. I was shocked that it felt good.

"Ohhhhh, so good, I'm the first one to ever be inside your cunt, and I always have cum all over my cock, so I'm fucking my cum into you!"

"Yes, Ky," I panted, and his hands went to my breasts, though I still had a top on.

"Oh, your pussy is so tight, squeezing my head so well," he moaned.

"We're in a confessional, confess your sins, go on my good catholic girl," he urged.

"Forgive me father for I have, gahhh," I couldn't finish as he was ripping open my shirt and rolling my nipples. "I have, I have wanted Kyle to fuck me senseless, I have thought about him cumming inside me, I have- ahhhh."

"And I have thought about filling up the beautiful girl underneath me. I've thought about ruining your pretty virgin. I want to destroy any innocence you have left, I want to cum in you so many times you bloat like a balloon, cum flowing out of you, down those short legs."

He was rutting into me so fast I felt like I couldn't speak. He was gasping and moaning and whimpering as I gave him what he desired.

"You're so tiny, oh my sweet," he groaned, and I felt my orgasm build.

"Your cock," I moaned.

"What about it, I need words darling," he said.

"So big, feels so good," I told him.

"Yeah, I know, just let Kyle take care of that aching wet pussy for you."

I reached down to pump the part of his cock he couldn't push into me. His head fell back.

"Forgive me father for- wait, what are you doing?" Someone had entered the other side of the confessional! Kyle was too lost to pleasure to care. When the person made a disgusted noise and left, he was spilling his load into me. He gave a new whimper with every thrust that had cum spurting into me. I'd fallen into orgasm as well, my walls clenching the tip of his cock. He had came so much, I was shocked I wasn't bloating with it.

"Oh, that was so good," he moaned. He took his cock out, and pressed it to my lips.

"Clean it please," he begged. I took it and lapped off both our arousal. He pulsed in my hand and came again all over my face.

I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kyle since he'd stolen my first kiss. However, I was determined not to have it happen again. Kyle would not have any more of my firsts.

We were sitting in a reserved study room. I was pouring over the information we needed, trying to find ways to condense it.

"Kyle," I snapped, he was reading his damn book.

"Yeah?" He asked lazily.

"I literally gave you the book, and opened it to the page you need, all you need to do is read," I begged.

"I could, but I don't want to," he smirked.

"You think I want to? What I want is a good grade, so I can get into a good college," I said.

"There's a way that you could convince me," he said with a dirty gleam in his eye.

"Oh no," I said, my heart some how sinking and panging at the same time.

"Let me give you your first kiss, and I'll behave," he offered.

"You already did, remember?" I gritted out.

"No, to your other lips," he said.

"What? You're making no sense."

He rolled his eyes.

"Let me eat you out," he explained.

"Eat me out?"

"You know," he said, making a V with two long fingers and waggling his tongue in the space between them.

"Oh, that," I said in near horror. "Why do you want to do that? Don't men hate giving head?"

"Not this man," he chuckled darkly.

"But that's where I pee, and have my period, and you want to put your tongue in there?" I asked.

"Very badly," he nodded.

"And you PROMISE you'll do the work if I let you do..... that?" I asked.

"Today I will, you may have to convince me again other times."

I weighed my options. I needed a good grade. I'd obsessively gotten all As in English since I'd ever done it. He could ruin my perfect streak. On the other hand, it would make him disgustingly cocky, and I'd be giving him another first. There was a small part of me, the part that thought about him at night while my cunt ached, that wanted this to happen.

"Okay," I sighed and he looked like he could shout for joy. I began to take off my pants.

"Ah, ah, ah," he scolded, " all of them, I want everything off."

"You want me naked?"

"Yes, bless my eyes with your form," he pleaded. The need in his voice nearly made me shiver. No one had ever been this... desperate for me. I knew it was just the turn on of me being a virgin, but it still made my body light up.

"Lock the door," I demanded. He went to do that as I took off my clothing. Once I was bare before him, I shrunk in on myself in shame.

"Don't do that, you're gorgeous," he said, removing my arms from hiding my breasts.

"So petite and small, how will my cock ever fit inside you?" He asked.

"We're not doing that," I snapped.

"Only a matter of time," he said with a wolfish grin. "Now, lay down for me."

I did as he said. Instead of coming to me, he grabbed something from the window sill. He then dropped down and straddled me. His weight felt nice on my aching core. I nearly wanted to rub myself on his dress pants for some relief.

He took what he was holding out. He placed a communion wafer on each of my hard nipples. Then he was pouring wine into my belly button, I gasped and he smirked. I could feel his hard cock in his pants, and I didn't necessarily know what was considered big, but he felt big.

"In the name of the father," he said, lips picked up the first wafer on my left nipple. I gasped as I felt his lips touch the sensitive flesh.

"The son," and there went the second wafer, and I was panting.

"And Holy Spirit," he finished by sucking the wine from my belly button.

"Oh my," I whimpered.

"Let's feast," he said, and began to lap at my heat. I couldn't keep still or quiet. How had I not known how wonderful this would feel? I didn't even masturbate.

"Mmm, there's something special about this pussy, the best I've ever tasted," he complimented, and my headiness became nearly overwhelming. Hearing him praise me did something in my stomach.

He continued with tiny licks to my clit, which he found immediately. I felt like I was going to pee, or explode, or something, it was an unknown feeling.

"K-Kyle," I moaned. He hummed into my cunt and I felt like lightning struck me.

"Oh, oh, so good, so good," I heaved. My breasts moved up and down rapidly with my arousal. His tongue was dipping in and out of me. I wanted to scream from pleasure. It was unreal how I felt.

"Somethings happening," I cried, "My legs feel weird, I feel like I'm about to burst!"

"You're going to come y/n, just let it happen," Kyle told me gently.

"I c-can't," I wailed as he dove back in, massaging the skin of my thighs. "I can't, Oh!"

The most wonderful feeling washed over me. I was shaking as he moaned into me. I couldn't help the small sounds that came from my lips. It was bliss reverberating through my body. It was like shockwaves overtook me.

"Oh, oh, uhhhhhh," I whined. I was coming down now, but I wanted it again. I wanted to feel that way forever.

"Feel good?" Kyle asked, his face slick.

"So good," I groaned.

"Here, taste yourself," he said, climbing up and trying to get me to suck on his tongue.

"What! That's so weird," I said, pushing him away.

"It's not, you'll like it, you taste good," he said, and put out his tongue again.

"This can't be normal," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Y/n, I'm not some hedonistic demon who knows sexual things the world hasn't yet seen. This is plenty normal. I've tasted my own on girls' tongues before."

"Oh all right," I huffed. He bent down again, and I squealed as he replenished his tongue. I sucked on his tongue and tasted the tang of myself. I did feel my core heating again.

"There we go," he said, and removed himself from me.

I got up and began putting on my clothes.

"You have to study now," I pointed at him.

"Not this very minute, I need to change," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I came in my boxers when you did," he said plainly. I heated all over. He was so casual about it, but the idea did nothing to help my regrowing desire.

He came back moments later, in new pants. I wondered how he wasn't ashamed of having cum filled boxers in his locker.

"Alright," he cracked his knuckles. "Time to get to work.

I was appalled to see he was magnificent when put to the test. He could've easily helped me get an A, but he'd tricked me into this deal.

"By the way," he said as we left the room. "You definitely need to get on birth control, I'm not letting this go," he said, and cupped my pussy over my school skirt. I pushed his hand away shakily with a reproachful look.

"Not in public!" I hissed.

“You’re not Romeo and Juliet, ask him the hell out,” Jane said.

“I’ve talked to him but he’s totally anti-tech, and consumerism and just a total hippie, and-“

“AND, he’s been here every day even though he doesn’t have to,” Jane rolled her eyes.

“He did have orders in the building,” I trailed off.

There was this man named Kyle who was a delivery boy. He apparently ran his own small company. They ran without cell phones or computers. I don’t know how he managed with just a landline.

He delivered things to different people in our office building. The issue was I worked in tech, hidden away. It seemed he always found me somehow. He used to tease me, tell me I was too reliant on my little gadgets. Now, it seemed like he came around just to say hi.

He was gorgeous. Dark brown curls framed his angular face. His skin was smooth and freckled and it never seemed to have a flaw. Piercing green eyes always bored into me when we spoke to each other. He was unironically funny sometimes, and I liked his dedication to be anti consumerism. But I knew he’d never be into someone who worked in tech.

“Hey, you guys talking about me?” Came the monotone voice. I looked up to see the floppy haired boy and blushed.

“We were actually,” Jane said, coming over to us.

“Jane,” I hissed.

“Oh, what are yall saying?” He asked us.

“Ugh, y/n likes a guy, but she’s worried about asking him out,” Jane said, completely setting me up.

“What?” Kyle asked, mouth hanging open in shock. “Why would you be scared. You’re like the perfect girl.”

“Oh thank you,” I murmured awkwardly. “I just don’t know if he’ll accept me, because of my job. There’s some….. preconceived ideas about my career.”

“I hope no one would be that shallow, but that does kinda suck,” Kyle sighed, shaking the hair out of his eyes.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I was gonna ask you out to be honest,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip.

“Oh really?” I exclaimed, and I heard Jane make a knowing noise in her throat.

“Yeah, I mean, if you’d want that,” he trailed off.

“You don’t mind my work?” I murmured.

“Well, don’t put a computer chip in my brain or anything, but it isn’t a deal breaker that you work in tech,” he explained.

“I’d love to go out with you Kyle,” I blushed.

“Awesome, here’s my landline number, you tell me a good time and I’ll organise something,” he beamed at me. I’d never seen Kyle smile like that before and it made me swoon.

“I will.”