Playing with Fire Ch. 01

I studied myself for several minutes in the full-length mirror pleased by the perfect combination of a Victoria Secret push up bra and a form fitting tank top. I ran my hands over my cleavage and then down over my curves. I twisted and turned myself into sexy poses. I spun around and got the best view of my ass as I could. I wanted my jean skirt to be short but not too short. I wanted to look like I was willing to have sex but not that it was guaranteed.

Thanks to an online profile and a swipe to the right, I got to know Nick. He is a hot as all hell, twenty-seven-year-old flight attendant who is into muscle cars and morning sex. Nick got to know me as Misty, the twenty-two-year-old woman who likes beer pong and latte's and not Amelia Anadide the eighteen-year-old high school virgin who just traded her braces for breasts. Nick will never know about flat-chested and mousy haired Amelia who never had a boyfriend. Online, we flirted with each other like crazy and tonight we were finally meeting up in person. I knew I had to look the part. I studied myself in the mirror one last time to make sure there was nothing that indicated I was still in high school; there wasn't. I puckered my lips and applied a warm red shade. It made me feel bold and empowered. I went minimal on jewelry opting for just small silver hoops for my ears.

I glanced over at the clock, "shit" it was already quarter to six! Nicks train was set to arrive at seven. I need to hurry if I was going to make it there in time. I hurried out of the two-story home I lived in all my life in excited anticipation for a night out with Nick.

I let my mind wander freely as I made my way to the train station. It was three towns over, so I had time to think. I imagined Nick emerging from the train, wearing a suit and tie; roses in hand. He sweeps me off my feet with a romantic night of candle light, fine food, and ballroom dancing. Our eyes meet, we instantly fall in love. He runs his hand through my hair and he kisses me under the moon light. Boring I thought. I need a better fantasy. So I imagined meeting Nick on a deserted train platform. He is wearing ripped jeans and a ratty tee shirt. His is splotched from head to toe in black grease. He apologizes to me for his appearance, but he lost track of time working on his Mustang. I feel myself getting wet just looking at him. I imagine him growing erect at the sight of my breasts threatening to pour out over my top. Lust filled and weak willed from the anticipation we claw at each other as we begin to passionately kiss. I feel his hands on my breasts, then my ass, next on my thighs. I adjust my stance to allow him access between my legs. He begins to caress my pussy as I nibble on his lips and caress his tongue with mine. We don't speak to one another. We both know what we want. Nick shoves my body against the glass wall of the vestibule. He lifts my skirt around my waist. My breathing grows heavy and fast as my juices begin to saturate my panties. I watch as Nick undoes his jeans to expose a long, thick, hard, cock. I pull my panties down and allow them to fall to the ground. He lifts my leg up leans closer into me and enters. I moan as he fucks me right there in the open. The harder and faster he plunges into me the harder and deeper I sink my nails into his back. I am beyond turned on by allowing this stranger to have his way with me. That's when I noticed that I was obviously way too turned on. As I broke out of my fantasy I realized that I had been grinding into my seat. I wonder if anyone else out on the road could tell what I was doing? I sheepishly peered into the cars around me. No one seemed to be looking at me strangely, thank god. I think I would have been mortified if I had been caught! Deciding that that was enough fantasizing, I turned on the radio and listened to music the rest of the way there.

The train arrived from Long Island right on time. My heart pounded as I watched Nick emerge on to the platform. His sandy blonde hair shook in the light breeze while his muscles undulated beneath a perfect late summer tan. He wasn't greasy, but he was in jeans and a tee shirt. I felt my cheeks grow warm remembering my steamy fantasy. I quickly composed myself and got out of the car to greet him. He recognized me and made his way over.

"So nice to finally meet you," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I can tell that he tried not to completely stare down into my chest, but I could tell he liked what he saw. As his hug lingered I felt him grow hard against my body. I let it thrill me for a moment, but nothing longer than that. I wasn't planning on making my fantasy a reality. I broke away from the hug and smiled up at him. He towered over my five-foot-three frame.

"So nice to finally meet you to," I said maintaining my smile. "How was your ride?"

"Not bad, but I could use a drink," he grinned. His smile was a little crooked, but I decided that it gave him a certain charm. I told him to get into the car and I would take him over to a place where we can get a drink and a bite to eat for dinner.

I was excited to test out the fake id I had gotten months ago during an impromptu trip in to the city with a friend of mine. I had forgotten all about it until Nick came into my life. As it turned out however, I never even got carded. I was a little bummed, but I guess when you order wine with dinner it doesn't really scream underage girl looking to party. Nick and I had wonderful dinner conversation. Nick talked about all the places he had been to because of his job and I talked about all the places I had studied about and one day wanted to go to. He gave me great recommendations and even talked about places he would like to take me to one day. Nick decided that we would have great fun dancing in Barcelona, and picnicking in Paris, he even said he would love to take me on a Nile river cruise. I was so caught up in our conversation that the waiter startled me when he asked if I would like a second glass of Malbec. I decided that Misty was a two glass of wine kind of woman and agreed to have the waiter bring me another. By the time I finished my second glass I was giggling at everything and irresponsibly ordering a third. I looked over at Nick who was still nursing his first beer. For a moment I panicked. Was I not supposed to drink this much on a first date? Was I being sloppy or inappropriate? I sat up straight and did my best not to act like I was extremely buzzed. Nick flashed his crooked grin again.

"It's ok that you like to drink, he said. "Don't hold back on my account please. I like it when a woman lets loose and does what she wants." Me too, I thought. Cheers to woman doing what they want. I lifted my wine glass and said just that. Nick chuckled a bit and our glasses met with a clink. I ended dinner with a half-eaten piece of sea bass and four glasses of wine to my head. I had to admit I was now drunk. On our way out, I handed Nick my car keys and gave him directions to the near by inlet that couples liked to park and make out at. I was feeling emboldened and very curious. I couldn't wait to make out with Nick.

It was a gorgeous summer night and once we arrived at the inlet I was bummed to see how crowded it was. It didn't take long to realize we were not going to get a parking spot. Not giving up hope for a steamy make out session I had one more spot in mind.

"I know a really cool spot to go to instead," I offered. "It's not far I assured him and its private." I didn't want him to get discouraged and decide to drive back to the train station. "It's called the spot, " I said giggling. I imagined my self being very sexy as I said the spot.

"The spot huh, Nick teased.

"Yes, the spot," I repeated.

"What's at the spot?" Nick asked in a very flirtatious voice.

"You'll see," I answered back being just as flirtatious. I gave him some quick directions and before long we were driving down a dark narrow dirt road.The silhouette of the Hazletown bridge was all that could be seen in the distance. I instructed Nick to cut off the headlights about half way down and when I saw the clearing by the trees I told him to turn off and face the water. Most people didn't know about this access road. If you kept going it would lead you right under the bridge. My father was a bridge and tunnel inspector, so I knew about this place since I was a kid. Nick rolled down the windows and turned off the engine. I leaned into the passenger seat and listened to the water smack against the rocks. I glanced over at Nick a couple times to see if I could read what he was thinking. Did he want to kiss me? Please want to kiss me. I don't want to end this night with out a kiss.

"It's peaceful out here" Nick said clearing his throat and placing his hand on my thigh. That hand sent sparks flying throughout my body. I almost had to catch my breath.

"It's my favorite place to come and be alone," I said. Hoping that my voice wasn't trembling as I dropped the hint.

"I bet you don't always come here alone" Nick responded and flashed his crooked grin at me again.

"What makes you think that?" I asked him feigning innocence. We certainly knew how to flirt with one another.

"It's a hunch I have" He responded dismissively. I watched the moonlight brush across the side of his face as he turned to look out the window. His chiseled features made me feel like I was with a Greek God and the way he spoke to me made me feel like I found a kindred spirit. I found myself desperate to get his attention back. With out thinking any further, I climbed into the back seat.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I leaned over with a smile on my face allowing him to get a clear view into my cleavage. "I want to know exactly what you want to do to me right now," I purred. Wow, I loved being drunk. I didn't feel shy at all. I didn't want to straight out ask him to kiss me though. I wanted him to tell me that's what he wanted.

A smile played across Nicks face. I could tell that he was trying to think of just the right thing to say.

"Fuck the shit out of you," he said very matter of fact. I must have had the shock of the century look on my face because one that's how I felt and two because I never knew guys really talked to girls that way on a first date.

"Don't pretend to be socked," Nick said playfully. "I'm attracted to you, you're attracted to me... We both have very high sexual appetites what else would we want to do with each other?" Well, damn. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I was certainly not ready to act on it. To be fair though, Nick didn't know that. Nick believed that he was out on a date with the very experienced and adult Rusty. He had no idea he was in fact sitting in a car in a desolate area with a drunk high school girl just hoping for a kiss. I realized that I was acting like I just wanted a kiss. Everything I said and did up to this point indicated to Nick that I wanted to have sex with him. Did I, I asked myself? Is this how I wanted to lose my virginity? No. I was drunk but not too drunk to be completely with out brain power. But I did realize that just because I didn't want this guy to take my virginity it doesn't mean that he can't satisfy me in a way I've been wanting to be satisfied for a very long time.

I leaned back against the seat and my heart began to pond once it knew what I was about to do. I slid forward hiking my skirt up just enough for my panties to peek through. Nick swallowed hard and I felt a hot fast rush of wetness form between my thighs. I propped each foot a top the seat in front of me exposing the black lace panties I had on. I bit my lower lip and let the butterflies explode in a flurry within my stomach as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Taste me" I demanded. I dug my feet into the headrests to keep from trembling. I felt a wave of panic as I watched him straddle the console and face me. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart as he ran his hands up my inner thighs. I let out a whimper of anticipation as he pulled the small black strip of fabric covering my vagina to the side and ran his finger over my wet lips. I circled my hips around trying to get him to make contact with my clit as I felt my pussy begin to ache.

"Oh, your wet pussy can't wait; can it? Nick sighed as he slid his fingers inside. I yelped in pain then grit my teeth as he slid them in and out.

"You like that don't you" He growled.

"Uh huh," I cried trying to hide the pain. Nick mistook my pain for pleasure and he shoved his fingers in harder and moved them in and out faster. With each thrust in he paused to move his fingers around. The pain was searing at this point and I began the cuss under my breath. I began to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but just as I was about to ask him to stop he grabbed me by both my ankles, pulled on my panties until they were off, pushed my legs until they were wide open, my vagina was not even an inch from face.

He leaned in and I couldn't help but let out a guttural moan as he brought his lips down onto my pussy and slid his soft velvet tongue inside. I moaned even louder as he pushed my legs wider apart and began to suck on my exposed clit. The harder he sucked the tighter I gripped down into the seat cushions and cried. My legs began to tremble as Nick began to grunt into my pussy. The vibration made me crazy. I found myself moaning and grinding my hips pushing my self harder into his face. I never experienced something that felt this good. My voice began to get horse because I was moaning so loud.

"Oh shit" I croaked as I felt a tug in my stomach and that familiar heady feeling I got right before I'm about to come. Nick must have known what was about to happen because he began vigorously shaking his head from side to side as I felt my body contort as my pussy exploded from the most intense orgasm I ever felt. My body felt consumed by ecstasy and I screamed out fuck yes! Nick continued to flick his tongue across my clit as I blissfully laid back, closed my eyes and listened to the water as I began to catch my breath.

"That was amazing," I said as I adjusted my neck to look up at him. What I saw sent a shot of panic straight to my heart. During my post orgasmic haze, I hadn't realized that Nick had stopped licking my pussy and had unzipped his jeans exposing his erect penis. It was rock hard, and I felt the tip begin to enter my wide open and dripping vagina.

"Wait. Don't I cried. Please don't. I'm a virgin. Please don't hurt me."

Nick froze. "Really?" he asked clearly stunned.

"Yes. I am." I didn't want you to know."

Nick paused for want seemed like a good two minutes. His penis was still hard and the tip a sliver away from heaven's gate. He stared at me and I felt his hands grip my ankles tighter as a dark expression twisted over his face. He leaned in with all his weight spreading my legs further apart and I felt a pulling pain as my muscles stretched beyond usual.

"What are you doing Nick?" I cried in a panic. I felt completely sober now and pleasure I had from just being eaten out was gone.

"Show me your tits." he demanded.

"What?" I asked squirming to try and break free from his grasp unsuccessfully.

"Pull. Down. Your. Fucking. Shirt. and SHOW ME YOUR TITS." He screamed.

My hands began to shake as I did what he told me to do. I exposed my breasts to him as he moved his hips so that the tip of his penis would rub along my vagina.

He commented on the sexy birthmark I had on my right breast. He asked me if I thought my tits were sexy?

I told him yes thinking that was the answer he would want.

"Do you feel sexy right now Misty? Does it feel sexy to be pinned down in the back seat of your car with your skirt around your waist and your titties flopping out of your shirt? Is this how you imagined your first time to be?"

"Why would you want to hurt me Nick? No answer came. He just stared at my tits and licked his lips like a hungry savage.

Not knowing what else to do I started to cry. That crooked smile I liked so much when we first met just a few short hours ago turned in to a toothy wicked grin.

"My god I'm going to enjoy this" he growled. Then without another pause or hesitation he pushed his penis into my vagina. It felt like a knife was tearing through my body. I cried in pain as he thrust himself in and out of me. For a moment I was able to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and pray for it to be over soon. It wasn't long before his pig grunts stopped and still deep inside me he demanded I look at him. Too hurt and scared not to, I looked right at him.

"Keep your eyes open," he ordered. "I want you to watch what I do to you." I kept my eyes open as best I could and he returned to pumping me. Then he demanded I play with my nipples; I did. With shaking hands, I caressed my breasts and then pinched and molded my nipples in to hard little points.

"Yes, that's a good girl," he said breathlessly. He took his right hand from pinning down my thigh. He grabbed at my top that was bunched up under my breasts. He pulled me up towards him. He leaned in and was barely able to make contact with my nipple using his tongue. I didn't mean too but I let out a squeak of pleasure.

"You like that don't you baby." Shamefully, I nodded and so he licked my nipple again, and again I sighed with pleasure.

"I knew you wanted this you little slut. Tell me how good my cock feels in that pussy baby."

"Your cock feels so good in my pussy," I lied. At least by this point it wasn't hurting as much.

"I want you to moan like you did when I was licking you out" he said. I couldn't help but hesitate. I didn't know if I could come anywhere close to pretending this was giving me anywhere near as much pleasure as when he was eating me out.

"I said moan bitch" and so I moaned. I pretended that he was fucking me up against the glass wall of the train station vestibule. I pretended that I was so over come with desire that I had to have him right then and there. I pretended that I was willing giving him my virginity and it wasn't being taken from me. Nick responded to my enthusiasm by pounding my pussy like a jack hammer. Before I knew it we were both grunting like pigs and I was soaking wet again. My body was responding with pleasure. I wanted to get angry and I wanted it to stop but I couldn't help it. I watched the sharp cut edges of his abs expand and contrast as he thrust in and out of me. I willingly massaged my breasts for him and I arched my back as best I could when I felt my vagina grow tight around his cock.

"Ohhh, Nick... yes! You fuck so good," I screamed as I came.

"I knew you'd like it rough" he panted. "But my name ain't Nick bitch" and with that he pulled himself out of me and came on my tits. I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what set of emotions to feel.

I sat up and pulled my skirt down. I wiped his cum off with the inside of my shirt and adjusted my breasts back in my bra. He made himself decent as well.

I sat in stunned silence. I am not sure how much times had passed but I liked it I finally though horrified to myself. If I was completely honest with myself, the thought that this man fucked me, and I really don't know who he is; turned me on. I even reminded myself that this bastard raped me, and it hurt. But that thought turned me on too. Was I sick? I sat in the back seat of my car in stunned silence as Ni...erh... this man drove us back to the train station. It was late and there was just one more train for the night. Ironically, the train station was empty. We were the only two people there. He stopped the engine and looked back at me. He spoke for the first time since divulging that he was in fact, not Nick.

"I really hope you got what you wanted tonight baby. Meeting you tonight was extremely pleasurable."