11 comments/ 5866 views/ 8 favorites Not That Girl, or Am I? By: SpicySynAmon Author Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and it is meant to be entertaining. All characters are 18 or over. This is an original work and may not be reprinted, copied, or distributed without the express written permission of the Author. It has been copyrighted October 10, 2013. ____________________________________ 'Have I become one of those girls?' You know the ones I mean, the kind that every man seems to lust after even when you're not trying to attract attention. I don't want to be thought of as a sex object that men throw away after they've gotten their use out of my body. I've tried to be on the level with men and keep them at arm's length, but they continue to try to use me for their own needs. So, I changed my look and revised myself into a drab, geeky, un-sexy woman for college. I figured that if I could earn my degree in peace without the distraction of college guys always coming onto me, I'd have a chance and save my heart as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty girl. My eyes are a pure chocolate color with a hint of honey. I'm about 5'3"; average weight somewhere at 130 pounds, I'm still a little toned from playing sports in high school. My hair is a dark brown almost black color and it's all natural it has been for several years now. It falls right on my shoulders in the back and can reach high when teased out. It was a choice I made some years ago when I got tired of putting chemicals on my hair. I have supple curves and a nice figure, which I have been complimented on often by guys. My cup size is about a 'C' and I like how they look in a good bra. My last boyfriend wanted all the perks of being my boyfriend, but didn't want to commit to the job in other areas. I couldn't take it anymore so after three months I dumped his behind without looking back. I had never felt so free in my life. Well, that was the last time I'd been out on a date and in some ways I kind of miss having someone around to hold me when I need it the most. I guess that won't be happening with the drastic change in my wardrobe of late. When the right guy comes along I'll know because hopefully, he'll see my inner beauty and not focus on my outer beauty. The First Day of College Life... The first day on campus was really not all that exciting for me. I checked in, got my room key for the next two semesters, and then my roommate, Janna Highland, came in a little later. She was kind of chatty but seemed okay. I didn't know what to expect but hoped we would get along while we shared the space. Our room was a two bedroom suite with shared living, bathroom, and kitchen areas. It was pretty nice because I thought it was going to be a shared box. I'm so glad I was wrong and I've got room to be comfortable to do what I want to do. "So, do you want to go check out the campus dining hall and rec room with me?" Janna asked as she stood in the doorway of my room. "Sure, why not? I don't have anything else to do right now." I answered her quickly. "Good, I heard they were having a Freshman Mixer in the Student Center tonight. I really didn't want to go alone so thanks." Janna explained with rapid hand movements. "No problem, I think it'll be cool to get to know each other. We are going to be living in the same space for the next year; might as well become friends." I easily replied to Janna and we both walked out of our room to head over to the Student Center. As we walked out and down the sidewalk towards the student recreation center we shared information about ourselves. She was a really cool girl and I knew we would get along without a doubt. It was fun finding out about her family and life back home. I told Janna about my parents and siblings, she seemed to be a really good listener just like I was. It was kind of awkward when we started talking about past boyfriends that I got quiet. I didn't want to get into that conversation too early. After several minutes, we were at the entrance to the building and I could hear loud music and people laughing and talking. Right before we went to open the door I felt a presence come up behind me and I froze. It was as if I felt this immense power, so intense it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted to turn around to see who it was but I was terrified and embarrassed. I decided that if I was going to be a college student I might as well see what or who it was I was missing out on. I took a deep breath, brushed my curly hair out of my face, and turned toward the magnetic pull that had captured my attention. The image before me was so amazing I couldn't believe my luck. This handsome guy was right behind me and my feet were stuck in place. "Sweetheart, are you going inside?" The mystery man queried as we stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. "Yeah, my friend and I were just going to see what was up with the Freshman Mixer. Are you a freshman too?" I asked with quiet subtly as I looked down at my hands and feet. "Naw, I was just coming to check out some of the new students for this semester. I'm glad I did too." The mystery man replied in kind as he perused her small form. "Oh, well I guess we'll be going in now, it was nice talking to you." I said as I began turning back to the entrance to step inside. "Wait a sec, what's your name sweetie?" The mystery man stopped her as he put his hand on her arm to ask his question. "I-I'm Gesyelle, Gesyelle Richards." I offered as he shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Gesyelle, Jarrick Hayward Edwards 3rd. I hope I'll see you inside, save me a dance ok." He responded while exuding confidence. "O-ok, I'll see you inside." She agreed with hesitation and quickly walked into the door along with Janna. In all that time while talking to Jarrick, I had forgotten Janna was standing there with me. But the moment he started to speak to me I was lost in his beautiful blue eyes. He was at least 6'3", with a strong jaw line, dimples in both cheeks, beautiful sparkly white teeth, a sun-kissed tan and a body to die for. I knew that underneath the clothes I was wearing I was no slouch. But suddenly, I felt like one for dressing so drab. I don't even know what it was that he saw when he looked at me. Maybe he was just looking for a new challenge. He did tell me he wasn't a freshman, so what was he doing at a freshman mixer? We went into the door of the area where the mixer was being held and were excited to meet some of the other new students. We both walked around for a while then picked up a cup of punch from one of the refreshment tables. I sniffed the liquid to make sure there was nothing extra mixed into it and brought it to my lips to taste. Surprisingly, the drink was pretty good. I decided to hang back for a while and just observe the scene. The other girls and guys at the party all seemed to be getting along and forming small groups around the room. I wondered if Jarrick could see me from wherever he was right now. It didn't dawn on me that the person in question was standing just a few feet away from me watching. A sigh left my mouth and I quickly let all those thoughts leave my head and went in search of Janna. When I turned around to walk the other way Jarrick stood directly in my path. I would have bumped into him if I didn't suddenly step back quickly. He put his arm out to steady me before I fell onto the table. "You okay?" He asked me calmly as he looked into my sweet face. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine thanks to you." I hesitantly responded trying to back out of his embrace. "Would you like something a little stronger than punch? I brought a little extra to sweeten your taste buds. Hand me your cup and let me pour you a little of this in there." He told her taking the cup from her and adding a clear liquid from a flask he had hidden in his pocket. "Thanks, I guess." I told him taking the cup and having a sip. The first taste made me cough and wrack my body with fits of pain. He pats me on the back and helped to steady me on my feet, which I was eternally grateful for. My eyes watered up from the exertion of the liquid burning down my throat. I could see he was smiling and trying not to laugh at my naivety. She knew most eighteen year olds were very fluent in alcohol and other drugs, but Gesyelle wasn't one of those girls. She quietly held the cup in her hand and looked into his face to see if the laughter was still present. "Was it too much for you Gesyelle? Maybe you should let me take that from you?" Jarrick responded reaching his hand out for the cup but she pulled it back. "No, I'm fine. I can handle one tiny drink of liquor. I'm not a baby you have to coddle." Gesyelle informed him taking another sip from her cup. "Okay, since you're a big girl then, drink up." He encouraged her by tipping her cup further into her mouth. "I will, but not like that. I do want to pace myself." She said pulling the cup back a little but not completely backing off the drink. The rest of the night she spent laughing and drinking with Jarrick in a dark corner. She was almost on her fifth drink when she started swaying from side to side on her feet unsteadily. Jarrick grabbed a hold of her and tried to help her but she kept waving him off and telling him she was fine. After the third time she said she was fine he decided to cut her off. She was a little upset, but she just pouted her lips and leaned into him. When she was touching his body with her own she knew what she thought she wanted to do. So, she reached up and pressed her lips to his as her eyes closed to relish in the feel of their suppleness. She had no idea that her mind and body wanted her to get this friendly with this stranger she only just met. As she allowed her lips to explore his, she grew more insistent. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer still, but it didn't seem like enough for him. He took over the kiss and his hands started to peruse her body. The room started to spin around and she swayed to the loud bass beats coming through the speaker system. Gesyelle's body began to move to the rhythm like it was possessed or something. She was so close she could smell the cologne wafting from his neck. "Why don't we go back to my place and get better acquainted with one another? You can sleep off the liquor and go home in the morning." Jarrick suggested to her as he played her body to the music. "I would, but I have to go back with my roommate to our apartment. I can't just leave her by herself." She told him in response to his reply but she couldn't let him go just yet. "Why don't we just tell her you're leaving with me and she can walk back with some of the others who are going back? Where is she now?" He quickly asked looking into her eyes as he held her head at the nape of her neck. "She's, oh there she is, over there. Are you sure you don't mind me coming to your place tonight? Maybe you could just walk me home?" She looked to her friend and then back at him for a little assurance. "No it's cool. You don't have a curfew or anything, do you?" He quickly joked at her uncertainty. So, the pair walked to where Janna was and filled her in on what they were going to do. Her roommate looked a little askance at her about the choice to go home with some strange guy. She wasn't aware that she was teetering on her feet as she spoke, but at this point she really didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted to see what this guy had to offer her. She had to know. She needed to feel some kind of affection for the first time and Jarrick could provide it for her. Jarrick and Gesyelle left together, after talking to Janna and ensuring she could get home safely. He led her outside the building to his car parked around the side. They kissed most of the way until the pair was actually at the car doors. She suddenly was unsure of what to do, but climbed in with his help when he unlocked the car. He took her hand and sat her in the seat, and then he even put the seat-belt on. In her semi-drunken state she was touched by his concern for her well being. The drive to his place was filled with sexual energy from both of them. She may have been naïve and inexperienced, but she was completely into him. He touched her knee and in the inebriated state she moved into it giving him permission to touch more. She really had no idea what she was getting herself into with Jarrick tonight. He seemed to be interested in her, but is it just about having sex with her? She hoped not, but how could he possibly want more when he doesn't even know who she is? "I don't normally go home with strange guys I've just met. I-I think I should just go back to my dorm. I don't want to put you through any extra trouble." She spoke up before they had gone too far in the direction of his place. "Trust me it's not a problem. Look we don't have to do anything we can just talk and hang out. In the morning I can make sure you get back to your dorm in one piece. I just didn't want you to get hurt it's partially my fault you're a little off kilter." He smiled over at her in the dark as he explained his reasons behind her coming home with him tonight. She was kind of touched, "okay, well if you're sure you're cool with my company. I guess it's alright." She replied back. "I'm sure Gesyelle. Now just relax, we're almost there." He chuckled as if he knew she was nervous. So, she let out a breath and relaxed a little as they made their way to his apartment. Gesyelle continued to enjoy the feel of his hand on her knee, making slow circles right on the kneecap. She realized too late that she was dressed somewhat like a slob and immediately wanted to ask him to take her to get a change of clothes. Suddenly, her head felt like it was moving even though she was resting it on the headrest. Jarrick looked over at her and opened the window a little and the cool air hit her face like a welcome tonic. In a few moments he pulled up to a nice building and turned off the engine. He turned to her in his seat and found her eyes were closed. He placed a hand on her cheek and let it slide down her face to her neck. Jarrick felt her breath catch in her throat and knew she wasn't asleep. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him as he leaned into capture her lips with his. Again, there was an almost electric shock and a tingling felt as her eyes closed to relish in this intimacy. They remained in this position for several moments until he pulled away leaving her wanting. Jarrick looked into her eyes and could see there was something else underlying in their depths. "Come on; let's go inside where we can be a little more comfortable, I can give you something to change into to sleep in as well." He calmly asserted his request as he climbed out of the car and headed around to her side. She nodded her head in the affirmative and unbuckled her seat-belt waiting for him to come around. Her stomach began a slow flutter, her pulse sped up, and she could feel her resolve slipping as he drew closer to her door. When he opened it she had the thought to decline his offer of staying the night to sleep off the alcohol. Only, deep down inside she knew she wanted to see where the night would end for the two of them. So, instead of resisting she moved forward with their plans. His entire body was alert to her every move. The minute she stepped into his embrace she was his for the night and he was most definitely going to take advantage of having her all to himself. Gesyelle took his hand as she stepped haphazardly out of the vehicle. If he hadn't been there to help she would have stumbled on her face immediately. She grabbed onto his forearms and looked up into his face. She could see the underlying lust hidden in his eyes and knew there was no turning back now. "Thank you. It would be really embarrassing if I feel right now." She quickly supplied the gratitude for his aide. "No problem. What kind of guy would I be if I let you fall flat on your face right now?" He smiled back at her and they walked into his building together. The couple entered the building with little communication except their body language that told a secret of how they were both digging each other. The small touches between them seemed to elicit an electric current from both of them. Gesyelle knew in general what lay ahead for her with this overnight stay with Jarrick, but it wasn't something she had firsthand knowledge with, so she was a little afraid. Actually, she was downright petrified of what would take place. After what seemed like an impossibly long walk up, they were at his door and he was pulling out his keys to let them inside. As he moved aside, she walked into a relatively clean space. Jarrick turned on the light and ushered her to the couch to sit down albeit very carefully. He closed and locked his door, but when she heard the click she knew it was too late to make an escape even if she wanted to. Her hands were sweaty by now and she tried her best to calm herself of the nerves that were running rampant through her body. She watched as he walked to the back of his apartment and what she assumed was his bedroom and then there was some fumbling around soon he was back with clothes in his hands. He placed a shirt and shorts on the couch behind her head. She took them and held them in her lap while quietly thanking him for the clean clothes. He explained that the bathroom was just down the hall to the right, just before the bedroom. She nodded her head in understanding and slowly got up heading to change. Maybe the time alone would ease her nerves and she could relax around him a little. Slowly, she walked down the hallway to the bathroom and those same flutters were there again. Gesyelle was worried that this would be all over campus the next day or even the next few hours while she slept. If she slept at all that is. What would she do if he was one of those kinds of guys who actually counted girls as a notch on his bedpost? There was no way she was going to be just another conquest for some guy she just met. She decided to decline his pursuit of her in sexual gratification and sleep off the alcohol. She made her way to the bathroom and looked longingly at the shower. She quickly turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to change. When the water was just to her liking she undressed and stepped inside, under the spray. Gesyelle could feel the sudden moment of clarity as she sobered up from the streams of water raining down on her body. For a moment she almost panicked because she could hear the door handle jiggle. Now she was glad that she remembered to lock it behind her. When she climbed out she dried herself and changed into the clean clothes provided and then made her way back to the living room. Jarrick was waiting for her on the sofa and looked like he was ready to pounce on her. Gesyelle was almost afraid to move any closer in the room, but she was going to be brave. On timid feet, she calmly and quietly sat at the other end of the sofa. Her hair was still a little damp from her shower and he thought she was gorgeous. Who would've thought she had that sexy body under all those clothes? When she turned in his direction, he could instantly tell she was guarding herself from him. He wanted to take all that fear away and make her feel comfortable, but at the same time he wanted to hear her cries of satisfaction beneath him, in bed. He wanted her. She could see the look of lust in his gaze as he took in her profile. He had done this several times already and she was getting nervous again. She wanted to bolt out of there and head back to her dorm with her roommate. Jarrick patted the seat next to him, signifying he wanted her to sit next to him. She was hesitant, but slid down the sofa just a little. When she was on the next cushion she stopped and sat with her hands in her lap, pulling her feet up, sitting Indian style. She glanced over at him and noticed that feral look still in his eyes. Not That Girl, or Am I? "Come here Gesyelle, I promise not to bite." He said sweetly as a smile lit up his face. "I'm ok, I'm really kind of tired Jarrick." She replied with some trepidation in her voice. "Sure, come on then; let's get some sleep." He answered her and lightly took hold of her hand lifting her gently from the sofa. "No, I- -I can sleep out here. I just need a pillow and a blanket." She spoke up as he began leading her to his bedroom. "What are you talking about? My bed is big enough for both of us and it's more comfortable. We're both adults so don't act like you've never slept with a guy before in his bed. It's ok Gesyelle." Jarrick tried to reason with her as he opened the door and they walked or rather he pulled her inside. She knew the minute she stepped inside the doorway he would be a different person. He would want to have sex with her and she wasn't ready to take on that kind of responsibility. He probably had lots of experience with other girls and she hadn't even had one sexual encounter. Once again, she tried to turn around and head back into the living room. And once again Jarrick stopped her, brought her inside and helped her to get settled on the bed. She sat there as he took off his clothes and she quickly whipped her head around to avoid the scene before her. His body was like an All-American Football player's and she was sure he could make the most of her night. 'What was she thinking? She wasn't the girl who let physical appearance tempt her.' She thought as she focused on other thoughts to keep his sexy physique out of her mind. Suddenly, the bed sunk with the weight of his frame climbing on it. Gesyelle closed her eyes even tighter so that he would get the picture that she was sleepy. She laid on top of the covers and stilled herself so that the encounter would remain innocent. In fact, she was wondering how she was to get any sleep with him so near her own body. This was going to be one long night and she was going to pay for it in the morning. Jarrick realized right away that the bronze beauty beside him was pretending to be asleep so that he wouldn't take advantage of her presence. If she only knew that by not slipping under the cover she was easy prey for him to have fun with. Soon, she began to relax from the consumption of alcohol and was well on her way to sleep. He checked on her breathing and noticed it was even and went in for the kill. He touched her toned legs and caressed her back with gentle ease. It was like heaven, she was so soft and taut in all the right places. Gesyelle was in the middle of a very erotic dream and didn't want to wake up from it. She was back at home with her ex-boyfriend Randy and they were in her room making out. He was pulling at her clothes and begging her to let him have sex with her, but she refused. They had only been going out for a short while and she just wasn't ready to go all the way. Somehow, her clothes found their way on her bedroom floor and he was between her legs. She tried pushing him off to tell him if they were gonna do this he needed a condom. But instead of listening to her, he continued to push himself into her sweet spot. She screamed for him to stop because he was hurting and stretching her too much. He thought she was having a good time and realized she was talking to him and put a halt to his actions. He got pissed and called her a dick tease. She yelled at him and told him to get out of her house and she didn't want to be his girlfriend anymore. Just then she felt something between her thighs and awoke from her dream. The minute she popped up and rubbed her eyes she saw Jarrick kneeling between her legs. He was touching her intimately. "Just stay calm and relax. I wanna make you feel good Gesyelle. You're already so wet for me baby. Now lie back and let me finish." He told her when she looked into his handsome face. "Jarrick, I- -I can't. I should tell you something before you; Ah- -" she began explaining, but didn't get that far as he pleasured her with his hands. "Don't talk. I want you to feel me inside of you." He told her climbing between her legs with his entire body. "Please, wait! I'm a virgin Jarrick." She blurted out quickly still pushing him away. He stopped at hearing her confession and she scrambled back on the bed searching for her clothes. When she couldn't find them she pulled at the blankets to cover herself. She couldn't look him in the face she was embarrassed by not only her state of undress but also her virginal state. He continued to look at her in disbelief. Did she just say what he thought she did? It was rare to find a girl in college who hadn't had sex yet and he found one. He looked down at his pole and saw how engorged it was because she turned him on that badly. "You're joking right?" he asked her with shock on his face. "No, I'm not joking. I'm serious. I'm a virgin and I kind of wanna keep it that way until I'm ready. I don't want a one-night-stand. Do you mind?" she told him and gestured to his naked body. "Oh, sorry baby." He apologized and grabbed his boxers quickly putting them on. "It's okay; you just make me a little uncomfortable. I think I should really sleep on the couch. I don't want to put you out of your own bed." She tried to reason with him again. "No, it's cool I can sleep out there and give you the bed." He sighed as this statement came out of his mouth. 'Damn, what am I gonna do about this freakin' hard-on I've got now? Too bad she can't give head.' He thought and chuckled quietly at his own suggestion as he grabbed a pillow and headed out to the living room. "Jarrick," she called to him, "thank you for not pushing the issue." She smiled at him as he stopped and nodded his head towards her. Gesyelle was so relieved that Jarrick didn't pressure her into having sex. Now she could get some sleep in peace and not worry about her innocent state. She calmly found the discarded clothes he lent her and put them back on. Once that was done, she climbed into the bed, lay down, closed her eyes, and fell into a light sleep. She could hear him in the living room moving restlessly on the couch trying to get comfortable and knew he was going to have a hard time resting. She was just happy that they had been able to come to an agreement. The Next Day... Gesyelle awoke with a start. She didn't recognize the bed or the room she was in. Then suddenly, it all came back to her. The party, drinks, and her reckless behavior with some guy she had just met. She reached beneath the covers and felt for the clothes to make sure they were still on her body. To her relief they were still intact. What could she have been thinking to just leave with a guy she barely knew? She wondered if he had gotten any sleep last night on his own couch. She slid from under the covers and felt the cold of the floor the minute her feet were planted on the ground. There must be something she could do to make up for putting him out of his room and bed? She decided to make him breakfast to apologize and padded on silent feet into his apartment. When she saw him lying on the couch he was stunning. She instantly froze and stared at his tanned body. She perused from his feet all the way to his beautiful face. The moment her eyes reached his, she hadn't noticed he was staring back. Wow, he had the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen and they were trained intently on her and her alone. "Good morning, little virgin Mary." He replied as he gave her a sly smirk. "G-good morning, please don't call me that Jarrick." She responded and knew her face was heating up as she looked away in embarrassment. "It's okay, I don't mind. I've just never come across too many of your kind in college." He told her and stood up walking closer to her. "Is it really that uncommon to meet a virgin in college? I've had chances to change it, but the guy wasn't right and he didn't deserve what I had to give." She defended her life choice. "Well, yeah. Most girls in college lose their virginity before they get ever leave high school. But on you, it's pretty cute. Besides, you're somewhat of a mystery right now and I find that intriguing." He explained to her and headed to the bathroom. She flung her hand in her hair and moved it out of her face. He made her completely nervous when he stood up so close in proximity to her body. She knew he had an erection the second he rose off the sofa. She was still deep in thought when she felt his body behind her so near. He reached around her and pulled her body into his embrace and engulfed her in his arms. At first, she was hesitant but then she allowed herself to melt into him. It was as if they fit perfectly together. The contrast of their skin tones made her blush because it made her wonder about him. "Your body is beautiful by the way. Whenever you're ready to let go of your innocent state, I'm game." He told her as he nuzzled her neck and smelled her hair. "I'll think about it. In the meantime what do you have in your fridge? I figure I'd cook you breakfast to make up for last night." She offered shyly and pulled away to step into his kitchen. "You're in luck, I just went grocery shopping. Thanks, I don't think I've ever had a girl cook for me before. Go for it." He accepted her offer of a meal and sat at the barstool in front of the counter. They were both silent as he watched her move with ease in his kitchen. She seemed to know exactly what he liked even though she didn't ask. When she was finished, no more than thirty minutes later, Jarrick was impressed with the small spread she sat before him on his plate. He waited for her to sit beside him and they both dug into the food with gusto. She was glad that she did this. It gave them a chance to get better acquainted. They both learned a lot about each other as they ate their food. As they spoke, he found that the more he got to know her, the more he wanted to keep her near him. It wasn't just because he was horny. He could really spend time with her for a while. Now, he just had to convince her he wasn't going to jump her bones every time they were near each other. Gesyelle had a bangin' body and he still wanted to feel her underneath him, writhing in ecstasy, calling out his name as he drove himself deep inside her warm hole. 'Man, he had to get it together or he was gonna blow his load right in front of her.' He thought as he concentrated on the conversation again. After they ate breakfast, he cleared away the dishes and she went to clean herself up and went back in the bedroom to dress. He accidentally walked in on her in her panties and bra and stood in the doorway dumbfounded. She tried desperately to cover herself with her hands. He was still ready to elicit sweet moans from her mouth and hear the sex sounds from their entwined bodies. He walked in and came closer to her and then reached out to touch her shoulder. Her skin was so smooth and soft; he saw her shiver as she tried to move away a little. He stopped her with his hand on her arm, pulled her close into him again and kissed her neck. He began nuzzling her neck as he heard the first moan resound in the room. The warmth of his body enveloped her instantaneously. Jarrick wrapped his arms around her and gently laid her on the bed as he nestled between her open legs. She was ripe for the picking with so few clothes protecting her from his attentions and stiff pole. His hands were all over Gesyelle's body, kneading, plying, caressing, and paying homage to every part of her. He reined kisses and small bites on her skin as he set her body on fire. She wanted to stop him, to tell him she couldn't do this, but it felt so delicious she just had to keep going. He began dry humping her slowly and began building a heat inside of her body. Jarrick unhooked her bra with ease and slid her panties down while he kept her otherwise occupied. He kissed back up her silky torso to her face and took hold of her soft lips with his and tutored her in what he would do to her lower body. She followed his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. Meanwhile, his hand was playing dangerously close to her sweet spot. She could feel his fingers dancing on her inner thighs, making shallow scratches to excite her more. When one thick digit found its way inside her warmth she moaned in his mouth. She could feel her body moving on its own under his tutelage. Soon, another thicker finger was beside it stretching her so intensely. As yet another thick finger was added she could hear panting but didn't know it was coming from her through his mouth. Jarrick plunged his fingers gently in and out of her as her passage became slick with her own juices. He could feel the barrier of her innocent state and made sure not to get too rough with their initial play. Her movements against his hand were increasing, he could tell she was close to cumming and he wanted to help her get there. His thumb found her clit hidden in the folds of her pussy lips and he circled it slowly, teasingly, and then with increasing pressure. She was almost there and he was going to help her achieve her first orgasm before he sunk into her hot hole. When she started twitching and bucking back he knew she was cumming, but he continued kissing her with fervor. The minute she screamed out her pleasure and unlatched her mouth from his; he knew he had her. Before she could come completely down from her euphoric high, he had taken his boxers off, and began rubbing his dick between her wet folds for lubrication. The second she opened her eyes he drove in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he came up against the barrier again. Gesyelle stared at him through lowered lids and he leaned in next to her ear, and then whispered, "I'm sorry, but this will only hurt this once," and pushed himself all the way past her hymen. She pierced the room with a loud scream, while trying to push him off of her. He saw and felt the line of a tear flow down her cheek. "Damn girl, you're sweeter than I thought you would be." He replied as he sliced in and out of her body after a few moments. She remained quiet with her head turned away from him to avoid him seeing her tears as she mourned the loss of her virginity. Jarrick moved carefully inside her, he didn't want to hurt her. She was pretty tight and small, and he knew that if he pushed too hard she could be stretched too far or worse. He wasn't a small guy in any way shape or form. Girls were known to leave him walking funny for the next few days. He slithered and danced inside of her hitting strange spots she never knew about and found herself moving back in answer to his forward thrusts. The minute he picked up the pace she let out guttural sounds, mimicking his sex noises. He lifted one of her legs in the crook of his arm for better access and her noises became louder. His other hand reached for her breast and he took it into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. Jarrick was thrusting downward so that he was putting pressure on her clit at the same time he slid inside her heated hole. Her body arched up off the bed and grabbed his forearm for support. He continued to attack her body with increasing pressure as he sped up his thrusts. She placed one hand on his chest and held on for dear life while his thrusts became more powerful. Soon, he was pounding into her body. So much for taking it easy on her this first time, her pussy was addictive. He could feel his orgasm coming and increased his pounding and sped up again. He was almost there and her pussy walls suddenly tightened around his dick. And finally, he allowed his head to fall backwards and growled his orgasm. She was panting and moaning underneath him as her sweet pussy milked him of his seed. She looked beautiful writhing for a second time under his expertise. He slowly pulled his now softend pole from her body and lay down beside her on the bed. Jarrick could still feel and hear Gesyelle's movements and uneven breathing next to him. He looked at his member and saw blood smeared on it, and thought to himself, 'hadn't done that in a long time, she was definitely worth it.' He quickly climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up and take a piss. He would be ready for round two when he returned to Gesyelle, but this time he would definitely take it easier on her. He didn't want to scare her off this early. She had potential and he was going to cultivate her the right way. Once she got use to being with him she would definitely be ready for other lessons. When he heard a door slam, he was snapped out of his thought reverie and quickly ran out of the bathroom. The empty bed took him by surprise. He didn't expect her to leave. Gesyelle couldn't get out of there fast enough. She had just done what she said she wouldn't do when she became a college student. She wanted to focus on her course load and studying, not get into something serious with a guy. While Jarrick was in the bathroom she dressed as hastily as her sore body would allow and quietly exited the apartment. She was sure he had other girls that were willing to sleep with him whenever he wanted. Her purpose for going to college wasn't to be some guys' girlfriend; it was to get a degree. She hoped they wouldn't run into each other on campus, or else it could get pretty awkward. She couldn't exactly remember the way they came, but she did know they weren't too far from campus. When she saw a bus stop she quickly checked her pockets for some money and was glad she had a few bucks on her. Gesyelle hoped that her roommate wouldn't bombard her with a bunch of questions when she arrived. And then, suddenly a thought struck her, 'did he use a condom?' Suddenly, she was scared. Her first sexual encounter and she was too stupid to ask him to use protection. Now, she had to worry about STDs and pregnancy, could she be any dumber? She had to find the Student Health Center quickly so she could get checked out. Could her day get any worse or what? Finally, the bus arrived and just as she was getting on a hand grabbed her from behind. "Ah! Let me go!" She screamed turning around to see the perpetrator accosting her. "Gesyelle, it's just me baby. Calm down." Jarrick exclaimed as he tried to talk her down. "What do you want? I have to get back to my dorm. My roommate will probably be worried about me by now and send campus police to look for me." She interjected as she moved closer to the bus. "Don't be silly, I'm taking you back. Just come back inside and let me get my keys, okay." He told her as he led her away waving the bus driver off. "Why did you do that? I could have gotten home on my own." She pulled herself out of his grasp and stepped back. "What's wrong with you? Don't act like we didn't just share something special together. I don't treat girls like disposable toys. I'll take you home, just give me a few minutes." He commanded her and walked her back up to his place. "Fine, I--I guess. I would have gotten home alright." She told him as she let him usher her into his apartment building. She was so aware of him walking behind her throughout the impossibly long walk back to his door. She was practically shaking because she didn't want a repeat of what occurred before between them. Once inside, she walked straight to his bathroom and closed the door. Gesyelle was so intent on leaving that she forgot about his cum still dripping down the inside of her panties. She pulled her pants down and saw the evidence of what they had done staring back at her. There was a milky substance and blood mixed together. Suddenly, she was really sore as she sat down on the commode. When she tried to pee she found that her inner walls were so swollen it hurt to do so. Now, Gesyelle knew why she had never completed the act with her ex Randy. Tears flowed down her face into her lap and she didn't realize all this emotion came along with having sex. She finished up in a hurry so that she could get home quicker and not have to see Jarrick again, if possible. She washed her hands and splashed water on her face so she could calm herself. As she opened the door, she took a deep breath and walked out to sit in his living room to wait. Not That Girl, or Am I? "I'm ready, let's go baby." He said coming out of his bedroom and walking towards the door. "Thanks for the ride and letting me st- stay here last night." She spoke up as they left the apartment. "No problem. Thank you for the gift you gave me." He replied as he touched her back, leading her out of the door and felt her flinch but shook it off as just nerves. Gesyelle sat in the car completely silent and far away from Jarrick as she could get. He noticed her reaction to being near him and thought it was strange, but said nothing. It was sex and she shouldn't be embarrassed. For a virgin she was a great lay and he would love a repeat sometime soon; if she was willing. When they were almost at the door of her apartment building near campus, she practically jumped out of the seat. Before she was completely gone, Jarrick grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He kissed her sweetly and thanked her again for their night and allowed her to leave the car. "Thanks for the ride." She replied timidly. "You're welcome, baby. I'll call you later ok?" He said smiling sweetly as she walked away. Two Months Later... Gesyelle was in for the night, yet again, especially after her one night with Jarrick happened. True to his word, he called her that night after he dropped her off; even though she didn't give him her number. Her roommate didn't ask any questions about what happened, but Janna could tell something was wrong with her new friend. The instant Jarrick started calling and she ignored it, that's when she knew something was definitely wrong with her. Janna guessed that when Gesyelle was ready to talk she would come and talk to her. She hoped that would be sooner rather than later, because she really liked her roommate. Gesyelle was on her way to her Philosophy 101 class, looking over some notes, when she suddenly ran into something hard and tall. When she looked up to apologize, she was standing face to face with Jarrick Hayward Edwards 3rd and the smile rapidly left her mouth. She muttered a quick apology under her breath and walked away as fast as she could. It wasn't fast enough because he stopped her fleeting form without any problem. She was looking around and at him nervously filled with embarrassment. He wanted to talk to her about hanging out with him sometime. She had been blowing him off lately and he wanted to clear the air. "What's wrong Gesyelle? We had fun together and I was hoping we could hang out again." He blurted out not waiting for her to acknowledge him. "I--I can't; I have a ton of homework in a couple of classes. Maybe another time, I've gotta go. I'll be late for class." She shut his offer down without giving it some thought and turned to walk away. "Are you mad about what happened between us? I promise I'll behave if you come over." He asked again much more pleasantly. "Please, I just want to go to class. Look, call me about eight o'clock. I should be finished studying by then. We'll talk then if you want to okay. I've really gotta go now." She said easing away to head off to her class. "Sure Gesyelle, later then." He said while watching her sexy body leave his sight. That night, just like the last few weeks, Gesyelle threw up. She thought it was a bug at first, or the flu, but it wasn't that at all. She hadn't paid attention to her missed period because it was sometimes irregular. She found out she was pregnant on a visit to the Student Health Center. No one knew and she made sure to hide it from her roommate. She stayed in on purpose and didn't go anywhere but to class. She was afraid to tell her parents and most of all Jarrick. Until now, she had successfully avoided him and it was working. She remembered walking into the clinic and asking for the pregnancy test. The look on the Information Nurse's face was horrifying. She wanted to turn tail and run the other way, but she had to find out fast. After she took the test and waited the allotted time, it was the most excruciating hour she'd ever had to wait for something. The nurse finally called her back into her office and told her the news, she was floored into silence. 'I can't be pregnant.' She thought in her head. She sat in disbelief looking at the nurse and then the tears began to stream down her face. All she could think about was how she had become a disappointment to her family and herself. She'd have to quit school and get a job; and she would have to tell Jarrick about the baby. While the nurse was talking to her about options she brought up abortion. It was something she never gave a thought to before, but now, now she didn't think she had a choice in the matter. Maybe, she did need to talk to Jarrick about their situation. Later That Night... *Ring, Ring* *Ring, Ring* "Hello, who is it?" She answered on the second ring. "Hey Gesyelle, its Jarrick. What are you doing?" He asked in response to her question. "I'm just finishing up with some homework; I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm going to call it an early night. What did you want to talk about?" She asked him as the stirrings of her abdomen started to roil and tremble. "I thought we could talk about the night we spent together. Did I do something wrong? I haven't heard from you in a couple of months. I'm not that kind of guy; I don't just sleep with a girl and then push her aside. Talk to me Gesyelle." He explained from the other end of the phone with urgency. "I'm sorry, it's just, I--I, Oh God I'm gonna be sick." She began and dropped the phone to run to the bathroom as she heaved into the commode. Jarrick was on pins and needles when he called Gesyelle's phone, but when she answered he felt relief. Then, as he listened to her in the bathroom, up-chucking the contents of her stomach, he became worried. What could be wrong with her? He was going to get to the bottom of the situation before the night was over. Gesyelle finally stopped vomiting a few minutes later, to her relief, and cleaned up before returning to talk to Jarrick. She was afraid he would figure out her secret before she could explain. "Hello, Jarrick?" She asked talking into the receiver with much hesitation. "Gesyelle are you okay baby? You sounded really sick and it had me worried. Have you been to the Campus Medical Center to get checked out yet?" He quickly supplied as he expressed his concern for her well-being. "Yes and yes Jarrick. I've actually been wanting to talk to you about something but I've kind of been avoiding it for the moment." She answered and expelled a long breathy sigh. "What's up? Talk to me baby." He quickly replied and waited for her to answer him. "I--I'm pregnant." She stammered at first and then blurted out her response before she grew quiet on the other end. "Huh? You're, you're pregnant? Are you absolutely sure? I mean it could be something else entirely." He questioned her in rapid succession full of disbelief and shock. "I didn't want to tell you, or -- or anyone for that matter. I'm scared Jarrick." She confided to him in confession over the line. "I can help you with some money for an abortion, if that's what you want to do. I don't know what else to say at this point. We really need to talk about this soon." Jarrick told her with finality. "I know. I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear." She cried into the phone to him. "Yeah well, we'll talk about it soon Gesyelle, don't worry about it." He stated letting out an exasperated breath. "Thanks for not blaming me for this happening. I'll talk to you later; I need some rest." She acquiesced to him as they ended the conversation. "Okay baby, I'll call you tomorrow and come pick you up. Good night." He said and promptly hung up the call. Gesyelle was so anxious about seeing him the next day that she couldn't get much rest that night. She hoped he would stand by her with any decision she made, but did she really want to have an abortion? She could feel it growing inside of her everyday and her body was changing as well. Although she wasn't showing, she was still afraid to tell her roommate what was going on with her. But she would have to talk soon because it was going to be hard to hide before too long. Her hand strayed to her still flat tummy and rubbed it lovingly in circular motions. She decided to get some sleep if she was going to see Jarrick the next day and went to get ready for bed. Three Days Later... Gesyelle sat in her Biology 103 class trying to listen to her professor talk about mundane facts. She just wasn't feeling up to it today. Jarrick never showed up or called her as he said he would. Actually, she hadn't seen him at all around campus either. What was she going to do now? There was no way she could afford an abortion or a baby; she was only eighteen years old. She had to do something fast; in another month it would be too late to terminate the pregnancy. The nurse at the Student Clinic told her it would have to be a rather fast decision. As soon as the professor called an end to the lecture, Gesyelle flew out of the lecture hall, without a second thought. She was eager to get to the Student Clinic to talk to the nurse. Just as she walked out of the door, she saw Jarrick talking to some guys by the stairwell. In all honesty she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but instead walked right past him not even acknowledging his presence. She hurried down the stairs with the other students but was pulled up fast by a hand grabbing her roughly from behind her. Gesyelle attempted to push the hand off and yell at the person, but was stopped short. "Gesyelle, stop! Just stop struggling and I'll let you go." He commanded as he walked with her down the remainder of the stairs. "You said you were going to pick me up so we could talk about, our-our problem. You didn't show or call, why?" She asked through clenched teeth while snatching her hand away from him. "I had to take care of something. I'm sorry for not calling you to let you know." He spoke angrily and pulled her into an empty room. "What are you doing Jarrick? Let me go!" She questioned his actions and screamed in the quiet room. "I had to find the money for you to get the abortion. I found a place that performs the procedure and they've been recommended by a few people I know. I'll take you there myself and stay with you." He supplied the plan as he looked in her eyes. Gesyelle sat down slowly on a chair in front of a desk. He'd thought about this carefully and she knew that neither of them were ready to be parents. She had to think about this because it was her body. What if she wasn't able to have kids from this in the future? She was unsure of her decision. What would her family think of her if they found out she was considering having an abortion? How could she face her own reflection in the mirror afterwards? Jarrick stood looking down at her and couldn't understand why she didn't just take his suggestion so they could both continue their lives, 'child free' and be young. "I still have some time; I'll let you know my decision by tomorrow." She finally spoke and rose out of the chair to leave the room. "Gesyelle, I'm sorry it has to be like this. We're too young to think about kids and parenthood. You'll see it's for the best." He supplied the rationalization for her before she left the room. "Yeah, sure but it isn't you that has to go through this; it's my body being torn apart." She told him before she walked out the door. Jarrick wasn't really trying to be so cold; he just didn't want to be called 'daddy' before he was ready. He left her alone for a while to find the money needed to get the abortion taken care of, quietly. Neither he nor Gesyelle were ready for parenthood. What was he suppose to do if this got out to any of his friends that he got a girl pregnant? He would be a joke and ridiculed by them to say the least. They had to get this procedure done so they could go back to normal. Now that he had the money together, he was going to take her to have the abortion as soon as possible. Gesyelle went through the motions of her day as if she was auto pilot. People spoke to her and she didn't really hear them and kept moving like she was in slow motion. All she could think about was the growing baby inside her stomach. Suddenly, her stomach roiled and she had to find a restroom or she was going to embarrass herself in the crowded hallway. The destination she was looking for was just ahead of her and she scurried inside the door like a lightning bolt and ran into the first empty stall. She didn't care if anyone heard or saw her, she just needed a reprieve. When she had completely stopped heaving her stomach was drained of everything in it and she was exhausted. Gesyelle stood from her stooped position and walked out of the restroom to rinse her mouth of the after taste. Luckily, she had a travel bottle of mouthwash in her bag and used it to freshen her breathe. As she turned around to exit the restroom, another student was looking directly at her with a look of knowing on her face. She was mortified, because someone knew her secret and she wanted to hide in her shame. She pleaded with the girl with unspoken looks that she keep this secret to herself. The girl nodded her affirmative answer and turned to leave Gesyelle to confront her own reality, alone. Gesyelle sighed as she leaned on the counter of the sink and saw her reflection in the mirror that told a different story. When she felt she had stood there long enough she left the restroom and tried to finish her long day. That night, Gesyelle decided she would have the abortion. If nothing else it would ease her nerves and give her peace of mind. It was a going to be hard to do, but it had to be done there wasn't any other way. If she did this quickly, she wouldn't have to worry about missing too many classes or have to tell her parents about her stupidity. The next day, Jarrick came over to talk to her and she was jittery in his presence. She wanted nothing more than to be away from him, but this conversation had to take place now or it never would. Gesyelle led him into the dorm and to her bedroom but only because she didn't want Janna to overhear what they talked about. Once inside the room, she sat on a small corner of her bed and pointed him to sit in her desk chair. He wanted to hug her or hold her, but he could tell that wouldn't be happening. She didn't trust him with her body at the moment. She was looking frail to him and he wished there was something more he could do to help. "Gesyelle, how are you feeling? I thought you could use something to ease the nausea." He began talking to cut through the silence. "Thanks, I'm okay right now. But everything makes me sick to my stomach. I can't keep anything down." She replied as he reached into his bag to pull out its contents. "Don't worry baby, it'll all be over soon enough. Here, take these saltines and ginger ale to calm down the vomiting." He told her as he placed the contents on her desk. "I won't prolong your stay. I've decided to have the abortion. I can't be pregnant, not right now. I really don't want to be a mother at eighteen." She explained as she told Jarrick her decision. "Okay then; that's what we'll do," he expelled his breathe, "I can make the call and set everything up for us right away." He was relieved she decided to see things his way, but he could tell she was afraid. Gesyelle knew this was the right thing to do, but deep down she had the feeling if she went through with it she may never have the chance again. If her parents found out they would probably try to stop her and force her to come home. She couldn't tell them she was pregnant; that was for sure. She was certain that the two of them weren't ready to take on the responsibility of a kid; they were both too young. So, she had no other choice but to have the abortion and get it over with ASAP. She'd just have to live with the decision they both made together. One Week Later... Gesyelle and Jarrick sat in the waiting area to be seen by the physician. Gesyelle was on pins and needles; she felt as if she couldn't remain calm about what they were here to do. She was completely agitated, unfocused, irritated, and anxious as could be thinking about what was to happen. They were literally cutting it close to the cutoff period that she could have the abortion. But her doctor assured her that she would be just fine. Jarrick reached over and took her hand in his trying to calm her nerves. When she looked into his face he could see she had unshed tears waiting to fall from her eyes. "It's going to be fine Gesyelle. I'm here for you and when this is over you can go back to your normal self." He remarked trying to offer her comfort. "Yeah, sure. I can go back to my normal life." She repeated his words to herself. "Gesyelle Richards," the nurse at the desk called, "the doctor is ready for you". She got up and went with the nurse; slowly she turned around and looked at Jarrick one last time. She knew this would be a defining moment for both of their lives; one that would stick with them forever. After an hour and a half, Gesyelle came back out to the front of the office with the nurse. She looked drained, ashen, and completely defeated as Jarrick quickly came up to her and enveloped her in his arms. The nurse gave her some instructions from the doctor and a prescription to fill for any discomfort of pain. Tears of exhaustion and sorrow were forming in her eyes and she just couldn't hold them back any more. Jarrick didn't know what to do to help her besides being there for her as support. Gesyelle almost fell to the floor of the lobby over what she had just done. Jarrick picked her up and headed out to his car with her as she poured out her heart and soul to him. She clung to him a little longer as he tried to close the car door and he just sat there with her in his arms. She felt horrible about what she had just done to her unborn child and her body. When he was able to untangle himself from her arms he closed the door and went around to the drivers side and climbed inside. "I'll take you to get these filled and we'll go back to my place so you can rest. Is that alright with you?" He asked her while starring out the front window of the car. "Yeah, I'm really exhausted. I could use a hot bath too, thanks Jarrick." And with that confirmed she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. To be continued... Another submission will be coming soon, please be patient. I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Gesyelle and Jarrick's journey. Please leave a comment and vote. Thanks Syn'