Like a Virgin

Like a Virgin (2/2)

By: Saskia Mitchell

Rating: Okay, kids...this is a NC-17...some of you may want to have a moist towelette handy.

Disclaimer: See part one. Still Nick POV.




Waiting for the end of the week was like being a kid again, waiting for Christmas. Maybe that’s too innocent of an analogy. I was like a horny teenage boy, waiting for my first copy of Playboy to be delivered. By Friday, I was seriously considering just dragging Sara in a broom closet and screwing her mercilessly against the door. Or the wall. Or the floor, even. Anything to quell the raging fire in my...er, loins.

When I relayed this sentiment to Sara out of the side of my mouth during the stern lecture Grissom was giving during the monthly staff meeting, she just scoffed.

"Nick, really! What if someone walked in on us?"

"I think once they heard the story, whoever-it-was would agree that you are far too beautiful and far too irresistible for me. They would commend me for the job well done going this long without..." I was silenced when Grissom glared in my general direction.

Next to me, Sara harrumphed and I knew she would not get the same scowl as I had from Grissom. Boss’s Pet.

When Grissom was done twenty minutes later, Sara and I gathered up our coats and headed for the door of the large conference room. Every so often, her arm brushed against mine, as if I needed a reminder of her.

I followed her out to her truck, and we stood in the parking lot, watching the other harried night shift employees depart.

"You have the night off, right?" Sara asked, reaching out to gently finger my shirt collar.

"Yeah, Elliot from Days is covering my shift," I wanted to reach out for her hand, but didn’t dare. "You?"

"Grissom scheduled me for my first Friday night off in two months," Sara rolled her eyes, her hand dropping to her side restlessly.

"Okay," my voice was soft, but coy. "Go home. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it."





My doorbell rang at precisely eight o’clock. I could almost picture Sara in her Tahoe, waiting on my driveway until the exact minute she was supposed to arrive. I quickly checked the chicken in the oven, and then wiped my hands on a dishtowel before going to the door.

"Mmmmm," Sara handed me a bottle of wine, and oddly enough, flowers. "Something smells good."

"Rosemary-and-lemon chicken," I studied the flowers, and then raised my eyebrow, compelling her to say,

"For tonight. I figured since I was coming over here to jump your bones, it was the least I could do."

I shook my head as I chuckled, showing in, in, and finding a home for her coat and hat. She sat on a barstool looking over into the kitchen as I found a questionable-looking vase to house the flowers. She watched as I stirred the potatoes that were still warming on the stove, and the broccoli that was steaming on the back burner. I gave each pot one last stir before turning to look at her.

"Where...where should I put my bag?" she asked, unsure. I beckoned to her to follow me back to the bedroom, and then held the door open for her as she entered the room. After getting in about six hours of sleep, I had spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning my modest abode especially for her.

"You look...really good," I found the words were caught in my throat as I gazed at her. She had one a light layer of makeup, but not too much, and the waft of perfume that had hit my olfactory nerves was driving me wild. She was wearing the very jeans I had requested, along with a sheer red-and-gold top that looked so feminine I was surprised Sara would even own such an item.

She had diamond studs in her ears, but no other jewelry, though her hair was pulled back on each side by small combs inlaid with what looked like mother-of-pearl.

"So do you," she smiled, reaching out to touch my freshly shaved jaw. Her teasing fingers along my clavicle caused me to dip my head, taking one of said fingers into my mouth and sucking on the tip very gently, my teeth sliding against the pad of her digit enticingly. She closed her eyes briefly, then took a deep breath as I released my hold on her captive finger.

"So," her voice was high and anxious. "I brought some things, I just wanted to go over everything, make sure everything was prepared." Reliably predictable Sara had gone through all the contingencies already. The thought made me smile as she pulled out a plastic sack from her overnight bag and peered inside.

"What have you got?" I asked, leaning forward to sneak a peek. Sara saved me the trouble.

"I brought condoms," Sara blurted, dumping the boxes on the bed. She easily had ten different varieties of prophylactics.

"Christ, Sara, you brought the whole pharmacy," I answered her in wonderment. I shifted through her selection, began picking up boxes. "Flavors," I held it up for inspection. "Unless you’re planning on giving me head, there’s no real need for flavors." I tossed the box back over my shoulder. "Non-Lubricated. Hope you brought KY." Toss. "Lubricated, these are fine." Another pile.

Sara looked mortified as I sifted through the assortment.

"Ultra Fit, only if we plan to cut off my circulation." Toss. "Extra Strength, while I appreciate the idea you think my sperm is super-human, it’s not." Toss. "Ultra Thin, only if you want to double up." Toss. "Extended Pleasure. Well, unless you know Tantra..." Toss. "Okay, where are the Extrage?\ge?"

Sara paled "You, uh, need that?"

"Sara, relax," I chided, stepping closer.

"Relax?" she cried. "You’re telling me your dick is the size of a small country, and you want me to relax? You’ve got to be kidding!"

"Sara, Sara," I came to stand in front of her, rested my hands of her biceps. "The regular ones are fine. Don’t be so nervous. I had some here, you didn’t have to go buy any."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" she grumbled, looking down at where our bodies touched.

"You could have asked," I leaned in to gently whisper, placing a small kiss on the shell of her ear. She shivered. She stepped away, intent on finishing our "preparations."

"Okay, dare I deign ask, or do you have candles?"

"Candles? Why does it have to be cheesy?" I whined.

"Candles aren’t cheesy," Sara argued, narrowing her eyes. "They’re supposed to be romantic."

"Trust me, Sar, once we get started, you’re not going to notice anything but your own skin," I gave her a devilish smile, and she smirked back for the first time the entire night.

"Good to know you have faith in your abilities, Casanova," she shot back.

"Well, it’s better than this idealized fantasy you have," I volleyed. "And before you ask, I don’t have a fireplace or a bear-skin rug, either."

"You are such an ass!" Sara said, as if in aside. I came to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She wriggled out of my grasp. I groaned in protest, and the look she sent me over her shoulder before she left the bedroom was electric.

We went back in to my kitchen, where I finished making dinner, and Sara set the table. I had been letting the wine breathe for several minutes, and so I finally got two glasses down from the cabinet and washed them by hand before filling them both with wine. I filled Sara’s practically to the brim before handing it over.

"Planning on getting me drunk?"

"Planning on helping you to relaaaaaax," I retorted, making her screw up her face in humorous defiance.

I fixed plates for both of us, and brought them to the table, then went back for the wine. Sara brought the flowers to the table and put them on the edge of the table, so as not to obscure our view of one another. It didn’t matter, however, because dinner was consumed in uncomfortable silence. Sara barely man to to choke down enough potatoes to be called eating, and then proceeded to push the broccoli around on her plate almost as if she were bored.

I, on the other hand, ate like I would never get another meal as long as I lived. I quit eating before I got too full, and then proceeded to take both plates back over to the sink with nary a protest from Sara. She stood, and wandered into my living room, scanning my bookcases, reading the titles of my DVD collection. She sipped her wine, and I could tell from my vantage point in the kitchen that she was beginning to loosen up.

All of our conversation, the bantering, the flirting, it was all made better by this sizzling anticipation sliding through our bodies, the awareness of one another alone was making both of us hot, I could tell.

I wondered if Sara would be like all the others. In the past, the girls I brought home were usually only there for one night, and when I woke up with them next to me in the morning, it always felt wrong. Sure, I’d know the night before the woman wasn’t for me forever, but I’d bed her anyway, and feel the same disappointment every time I woke up with someone new. I wondered if it would be different with Sara. Knowing how much I loved her, feeling for the first time like this might be the right thing, I certainly hoped that waking up with her would be a wholly different experience. Only one way to find out.

"So...how do you want to do this?" Sara asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Do you want a game plan? A play-by-playI asI asked, chuckling. Sara didn’t look amused, so I stopped.

"No, I just don’t know..." the uncertainty in her voice told me more than her words ever could.

"Listen, Sara, the ballgame is on, I have some popcorn, and beer...we can just...sit and..."

"No," she interrupted, shaking her head. "We made a commitment to do this, and we’re going to do it!" Her determination made me smile and I had to turn around to put the leftovers in the refrigerator before she saw my telltale grin. I couldn’t help it; she was just so earnest about it all.

"It’s just sex," I replied, and turned to find that she was standing next to me, watching me rearrange the shelves in the fridge. "It doesn’t have to be so unemotional and scientific. It might even be..."

"What?" she asked, a little breathless.

"It might be fun," I said before pulling her towards me by her waist. My lips lighted on hers, playful, teasing, and I nipped and sucked on her lips gently, before she opened her mouth to encourage my entrance.

As I moved forward, Sara was forced to back up, but I caught her before she ran into my kitchen wall. We did this strange dance all the way down the hall towards my bedroom, kissing madly, occasionally hitting walls, doors, a bookcase, desperate not to break the tenuous connection that had been established and was growing stronger with each hot, wet meeting of our mouths.
I held my palms out to break the fall as we slammed into the wall next to my bed. Sara had my face cupped in her hands and she was sucking my tongue greedily, moaning indecently. I closed any remaining distance between us by placing one hand on either side of her ass and pulling her forward to rub against my erection.

"Oh God," she whispered as she released my tongue. I left her lips to leisurely explore her neck, and found her as sensitive as she’d been the night we’d made out in her truck. She writhed almost uncontrollably against me, trapped against the wall, as I sucked on her sensitive skin. I had definitely found Sara’s g-spot.

Breaking only long enough to lift Sara’s shirt from her head, the dark heat in her eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before, and certainly not in her. She licked her moist lips, watching as I yanked my own shirt up over my head. Her hands were on my chest again in an instant, pushing me back towards the bed.

I pulled her down with me, and she had barely slid onto the bed next to me before I was on top of her, kissing again, holding her mouth captive with mine. Our tongues played against each other, and the sensation made me rock-hard. Sara’s demi-bra was the next item of clothing to go, and I leaned down to suck and caress each breast individually. Sara’s fingers threaded through my short hair, and the mild pressure she exerted urged me where she needed me most.

Her reactions, while still enthusiastic, were not nearly as ardent as the responses I’d gotten while devouring her neck, so I slowly trailed burning kisses back up to her throat, where she began to tug and buck against me once again. Playing careful attention to each shoulder, collarbone, and ear, I also fervently sucked her neck and throat. I knew I was marking her skin, making her mine, and the very idea made me tremble with pleasure. I never thought I would get more aroused until three words, whispered from Sara’s luscious mouth sent me down a dizzying spiral ust.ust.

"I’m so wet."

I moaned against the flesh of her jaw, finding her mouth again, and reaching down to hurriedly unbutton her jeans. I didn’t wait to pull them off; I had to feel her. Slipping my hand into the waistband of her silky panties, I had proof against my fingertips that she was not lying. I played my fingers against her slick folds, gatherioistoisture, and causing Sara to arch her lithe body against me, begging for more.

I’m still not sure how I got her pants off, or mine, for that mat but but I must have because just a minute later I was propped up on my elbows above Sara, ready to give her all the pleasure a girl should have her first time.

"Protection," she gasped, and I was alarmed for just a moment that I hadn’t thought of it first.

"Here," I panted, pulling back. I reached into the drawer beside my bed and produced a condom. "Ribbed...for her pleasure," I made the mistake of raising my voice to sound just like Garth, causing Sara to cringe.

"I’m about to make love for the first time with a teenage boy," she groaned.

Slipping the condom on took every ounce of control I had, but even despite my shaking fingers, I managed not to break it. I indulged for just a moment, rubbing my hand down the length of my throbbing cock.

"Are you ready?" I asked, breathing heavily, Sara’s fingernails lightly trailing over the hypersensitive skin of my back not helping.

"As ready as I’ll ever be," she replied, leaning up to trail her wet open mouth across my neck in a searing kiss.

I pulled away from her momentarily to make sure she understood I was serious. "Sara..."

"C’mon," she urged, lifting her hips to encourage me. My cock grazed the soft, thin skin of her thigh, and I groaned at the contact. I prayed that I wouldn’t lose it before this ever began. I carefully guided my cock to the entrance of her body, and our bodies met with more fire than I ever thought possible. Sara’s eyes squeezed shut, and I knew I was hurting her, but when I started to say so, she shushed me by saying, "it had to happen sometime." She was so tight around my dick, using her internal muscles to squeeze me rhythmically, that I had to fight for control. Deep inside of her body, I made no movement, not even when she arched her hips against mine.

“What’s wrong?” she gasped, holding me close.

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just...give me just a second,” I whispered, kissing her very gently.

Once we both adjusted to this new sensation, we began to rock together, a slow back-and-forth motion that was almost unbearably good. Sara deftly rolled us over before I had a chance to protest, and she easily took control. Sliding up my body to my mouth, our tongues met again in an urgent kiss. I wrapped my arms underneath Sara’s, pulling her flush against my body as we moved together. Her mouth met mine again and again, and I’d never felt so close to her, the intensity was almost blinding. For someone with no experience, Sara was catching on quickly, and as she rode my cock, she brushed it against her clit on every downstroke. It was several minutes before she lost the ability to concentrate on kissing me. Wanting to make it good for her, I moved my hands to the soft skin of her hips and guided her movements more carefully, every once in a while moving my fingers around to her clit to tease it before resuming my hold at her sides.

Every stroke was exquisite torture. The tight warmth of her body was incredible, Sara was incredible, riding my cock like a wanton lover, not a serenely innocent virgin. I knew it would be only a short matter of time before I came, and I knew what I had to do to help her reach climax. She was still leaning over me, panting against my shoulder as the lower half of her body bounced against mine. I reached my tongue up to lick across the sweat-slicked skin of her neck, and Sara nearly came undone in my arms. I continued to kiss and suck at her neck and throat, making her moan and cry and writhe against me with no sense of rhythm or direction. I was bringing this beautiful creature to orgasm, and she would always remember her first time with appreciation. Never in all my life had I climaxed simultaneously with a girl, but with Sara, it was only natural. We braced against each other intimately as our bodies crashed and collided against each other’s. The orgasm was mind-blowing, made so much more intense by the smoky look Sara gave me as she, too, came in my arms, unable to break our gaze. Finally, my eyes squeezed shut as the last pulse of pleasure shot through my body, making me feel warm and satisfied.

She lay atop me, her ear pressed firmly against my chest, breathing feverishly with me until the aftershocks ebbed from her body and relaxed her muscles.

"I love you," I whispered, somehow unafraid in that moment to admit to her what I was feeling. It was as if I knew she felt it also, wanted it to be true.

"I love you, too," she replied automatically, and I didn’t care if she only meant it as my best friend, because she was my lover now as well.

I brushed a silky lock of sweaty hair away from her forehead, delighted in the feel of her comforting weight on my skin. "Disappointed?" I murmured playfully, wanting to talk to her.

She lifted up her head in surprise, regarded me thoughtfully. "I never knew it would be that good." Something about the vulnerability in her voice told me not to tease her anymore, that I was pushing my luck.

"I did," I nodded, leaning forward to brush my lips across her brow.

"Are you as sleepy as I am?" she asked, yawning.

I grinned. "Yes."

Her wide, cautious gaze met mine again. "We’re not done, are we?" She asked, tentatively.

I shook my head, "No."

Her grin was cheeky. "Good."




FINIS