SETH
I had a burning suspicion that Emily wasn't going to show up at the motel.
When I came back from my Michigan trip, Emily wasn't home so I assumed she'd already driven to the Motel so I packed an overnight bag and drove for two hours into the neighboring town. I'd texted her the details of the room booking on my bus ride and that was it. There were no heart emojis exchanged, that should have been a clear memo that I was royally pissed.
I'd been clear that we shouldn't be seen leaving together in one car so it was convenient that she arrived there before me and we drove separately.
This Motel was called The Palm Hills. It had an 80's vibe. The neon sign was lit up in hot pink and aqua blue, a palm tree illuminated beside it.
That was all I could afford with my budget. Emily had politely asked if she could pay for it, and I'd declined. I had a feeling she wanted to go to the Four Seasons which was a few miles away in the city but then she realized the manager and the staff there knew Emily because of the frequent business trips that her father took which she ended up tagging along for. If she suddenly turned up at the hotel with a guy, they were bound to be suspicious, and even if we managed to be discreet, who would know if they contacted her father.
She didn't have a choice than to accommodate in a motel where chances of her being recognized were slim to none.
It took me a few clicks to book the room. It wasn't a holiday season so most rooms weren't occupied which was a relief.
As soon as I got there, I spotted Emily's car in the dark parking lot. The fancy car stood out like a beacon.
I ran a hand through my hair, slung the bag over my shoulder, and walked out of the car towards the motel lobby.
A young man behind the desk gave me a bored look.
"I have a reservation under my name for a room for two nights here. I believe my friend is already occupying the room."
I didn't miss the way he looked at me, probably piecing together what "friend" really means. This place was close to some colleges and high schools, young couples were bound to come here often.
The place was cheap and hopefully, the rooms were clean.
"Room number seventeen. Straight and left. Take the second door."
"Thanks."
I'd already given my identification copy so they wouldn't have to ask Emily for one so everything was set.
I stood outside of room number seventeen and knocked thrice as I told her I would. To be on the safer side, I'd asked her not to open the door unless it was three knocks.
"Emily, it's me."
I heard soft footsteps that stopped on the other side. The lock turned and the door opened only partly at first. When she was sure it was me, she pushed it all the way to let me in.
She looked nervous like she expected me to pounce on her the minute I walked into the room.
And, it wasn't just her, I don't think I'd ever been this nervous about sleeping with a girl before.
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EMILY
I have been nervous all day, no scratch that make that an entire night. Last night I barely slept because I kept imagining what would happen tonight. I almost called it off, but the excitement overpowered the nervousness and won over.
I've wanted this forever and I knew that I wanted it to be with Seth.
I'd contemplated between a Brazilian wax and a bikini wax and then settled for a bikini. Then I spent three hours in a salon getting a mani and a pedi, came home and soaked myself in a long vanilla scented bath. It was a perfect way to relax my nerves.
The motel room wasn't luxurious as Seth had already warned and that was okay with me. The room that was booked wasn't maintained so I slipped a fifty dollar bill towards him and asked if he had a better room so he put me in a honeymoon suite, telling me I could use it since no one was visiting anyway.
When Seth entered the room, he stared at the hot pink round bed in horror and that made me giggle.
"He told me this was the best room here," I explained.
Seth gave me a strained smile, "It's fine as long as you're comfortable."
"I like it."
He simply nodded.
I had a feeling he was in a bad mood after that fight we had yesterday even though I'd apologized to him a thousand times.
He tossed his bag onto the table in a corner with mine and took off his shoes and socks, slipping into comfy slippers. Then he proceeded to take off his Varsity jacket and the t-shirt underneath.
My heart began spiking up.
"I'm going to take another shower." That said, he walked into the bathroom leaving me to awkwardly sit on the bed.
I was wearing a very thin golden silk kimono and a thong inside. Seth hadn't shown any signs that he liked what I was wearing. I was starting to feel anxious. I picked up my phone and googled a few things. I didn't realize it was going to be so hard. When Carson and I had hooked up, it was completely on a whim, I hadn't been prepared, and maybe I was a little tipsy too, so that had given me the guts to go forward with it, it was the same when I asked Seth to fuck me the other night after my birthday dinner. This time it was different.
It wasn't just about me. I wanted to please him. Maybe I wanted Seth to think my pussy was made of gold or something. This was one barrier between us and I wanted to see what it would be like if we finally crossed it.
When he walked out of the steaming bathroom, I froze on the bed.
What do I do? Take off my Kimono or wait for him to do it?
I watched as he strode over to me. I thought he was going to ask me to strip but instead, he reached for his t-shirt. Without a word he pulled it on, sparing me a glance. If he was going to act like this, maybe this was a bad idea.
"Did you eat something or should I order?"
I flinched.
He smiled and that was the first proof that we were okay. I was glad we were fine or I couldn't imagine how completely awkward it would've been.
"I had a milkshake and a taco while I waited for you."
"Emily...am I making you nervous?"
"No...you're not. I'm sorry..."
I instinctively picked on the kimono fabric; his eyes drifted there.
"You don't need to keep apologizing and let's just forget that fight even happened, okay?"
I have him a nod.
"You want this, right?" He asked me in the same sultry deep voice that had me melting like butter on a skillet.
"I want this. What about you?"
"I want it too. Very badly." He admitted.
The bed dipped as he sat down beside me, taking the phone out of my hands and putting it on the bedside table.
He was large for a teenage guy; I'd say he was transitioning beautifully into a man and I totally loved that. He claimed my lips slowly at first until the pressure increased and I was lost in the kiss, the slowness sped up as he thrust his hot tongue into my mouth, threading his long fingers into my hair roughly like he was trying to feed his hunger. A groan escaped his throat, making me shiver. He tasted of something minty, and he was clean shaken just for me.
His fingers left my hair to land on my breast. He squeezed painfully hard making me moan both with equal amounts of surprise, pleasure, and pain.
"Fuck, you're so sexy." He murmured close to my ear, pushing me flat onto the bed and covering my body with his.
His thighs trapped me and I could see the heat in his green eyes, I felt flushed under his unwavering gaze. He didn't waste time staring, his tongue teased the sensitive flesh of my neck and collar bone, both his palms on my breasts kneading them.
"You taste and smell so fucking good." He murmured, "chocolate?"
"Van...vanilla."
"Hmmm..." His hands land on my ass, mauling me, he grunted. "I'm so hard right now. Put your hands on me, baby."
I could feel his hard cock through his sweatpants pressing against my stomach. It's not like I didn't know what he was packing. I'd seen, touched, and sucked him off a couple of times. Seth was massive and I was worried he was going to rip me apart because there was no way that giant cock was fitting in.
As if to prove that, he pulled the silky robe, reaching for my thong, and pushed it aside to touch my core. He let out a throaty moan, "Damn, you're so turned on for me." He jammed a thick finger deep inside me while his thumb circled around the clit sending shockwaves down my body. "Can't wait to finally be inside you. I'm going to love it so much." He whispered, adding another finger and thrust them inside and out savagely.
I was trying to get used to the intrusion and enjoying it but his hard cock was still a reminder of what was about to come. Just thinking of the pain during my first time with Carson was enough to start breaking a cold sweat. I was close to hyperventilating.
He paused his fingers like he sensed something was wrong and sat up straight leaving me half-naked, eagle spread on the bed.
His gaze searched mine, "Emily, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." I lied.
He gave me 'stop-bullshitting-with-me' look. "Then why do you look so scared?”
How should I say anything? He was used to being with experienced girls? What if he thought I wasn't worth it or that I was being a spoilt-sport?
Before I could get another word, he slid down from the bed and to my utter mortification, reached for his bag like he was going to leave.
"Don't be mad at me! I'm...I'm sorry..." I stuttered.
"I'm not mad at you, but you’re keeping something from me.” He pulled out a deck of UNO cards and joined me back on the bed.
I stared at the pack in confusion. He was still hard under his sweatpants.
“Hey, talk to me. I thought this is what you wanted. If you’re not comfortable, we’re not doing anything. We will just chill here for the weekend and then go home, okay?” He picked a loose tendril from my face and pushed it behind my ear.
Seth being so sweet and considerate even after the way I talked to him yesterday made me feel even more guilty. My eyes began burning with unshed tears. He was right. I was a bratty rich girl with tons of issues.
“Is this about you feeling insecure again?” He asked.
I shook my head. “I remembered what it was like my first time with Carson. It hurt so much…so when I realized what we were going to do, I just…freaked out, I guess. It’s not that I don’t want to do it with you.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. “you think I would hurt you?”
“No, it’s not like that.” I closed my eyes and then opened them again, the tears slid down my cheeks, “I’m afraid the same thing is going to happen, that I’m not going to enjoy it…or worse, you won’t like it, and then I’m going to be stuck feeling afraid of this all my life…I’m afraid this will screw up what we already have. You’re so big and I’m scared you won’t fit me…I’m so…”
“hey…hey…shhhh…it’s okay.” He pulled me into his arms, it felt nice to be comforted, “Deep breaths, baby.” I wrapped my arms around him and only a few moments later I realized that I was really shaking.
What was that? A panic attack? Over sex? I’m pretty sure Seth had never had to deal with a girl who was panicking over sex with him? Or a girl with far too many insecurities about her body.
His fingers moved soothingly in my hair, nothing erotic, it was to make me feel better, I understood that. I listened to his heartbeat, enjoying the slow caresses on my back. I was feeding off his kindness, his caring nature towards me. It’s like he kept giving me without asking me anything in return and I selfishly took.
“I was nervous too.” He confessed.
I looked up at him as he went on. He chuckled, “You’re not the only one nervous about this. You might think I’m some kinda stud, but I’m not. I have a lot of pressure, you know.”
“You can never do anything wrong.”
He laughed, “There you go again. Making me feel pressured by saying that.”
My heart constantly drummed; I knew I was in love with him.
“I’m not pressuring you.”
“Before I came to the motel, I couldn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had the same concerns that you did. I know I’m not competing against that meaty gorilla...”
I had to laugh.
“But...I also know this needs to be perfect for you. It’s also the reason why I kept pushing this ahead because I was nervous.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He admitted, “I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t experienced. I wanted to make you feel great, and it has nothing to do with not being attracted to your body. Trust me on this.”
I smiled, “I feel better when you say that.”
“Me too.” He kissed the top of my head. “Let’s not worry about it, okay? We’re just having fun.”
I nodded.
“And if this makes you feel any better, and if you want to do this. I’ll be as gentle as possible. I know what to do. It will hurt a little since you’ve never done it after that one time, but I can promise you I’ll be careful.” He began shuffling the deck, “Let’s play cards for now?”
“Okay. We can try again after we play?”
He laughed, “Sure, baby.”
“You’re an amazing guy.”
His face fell when I said that.
He distributed equal amounts of cards. I pulled them towards my face, making a fan out of it, arranging them in color order.
Seth picked up his cards, but his smile faded replacing it with a dark expression.
“I’ll go first.” I put a green six card.
“Emily, I have something to tell you.”
Now he was scaring me.
“What is it?”
“Remember I told you I had to go through a lot when I lived with my dad in Connecticut before I moved here?”
“Yeah, I know. Something happened at your school.”
He averted his eyes before looking up at me. “I want to get this off my chest.”
I put my hand over his. “You can tell me anything.”
He waited for what felt like hours before saying. “I spent one year in juvenile prison.”