Worst Timing Period

"Four rounds?!" Kate shrieked down the phone. "You hustler, are you mad?"

I giggled. I had no idea what had gotten into me, well other than Christian's probably bigger than average dick, but I felt like I had exhausted him. He told me that he was hungry when he walked me back on Tuesday night.

"I also got hungry," I informed her but it didn't make any difference for her.

"Are you sure you were a virgin two weeks ago?"

"Yes!"

"And here you are horny as fuck because you're on your period so you can't get off."

"He offered but I turned it down," I shrugged munching on my frozen smoothie on a Thursday night after I got back from a PG rated Netflix and chill at Christian's.

"Girl, I don't know why you did."

I laughed. I just didn't want to just in case he didn't succeed. I wasn't sure if I climaxed last time but since we went four rounds, and he came probably more than four times leaving me feeling more than sated and him exhausted, I wouldn't mind if I didn't have a mind-blowing and earth-shattering orgasm as they described in erotic novels. I could still remember his shit-eating grin as he hugged the pillow snuggling against me after I blew him earlier tonight.

"I was totally fine on Tuesday, you know? Like I don't know if something was wrong with me but I wasn't sore or tired. Maybe I didn't cum, but it had been so much better than my first."

"You were in the zone, honey. I bet he was primal."

"It was raw. We both were, but can you blame me?" I taunted. Scraping the surface of my frozen smoothie, then reached for the chips and crackers. My crunching sound could be heard through the receiver of the phone as I munched on them. It was at least better than having to endure people above me pouncing at each other and bouncing on the bed while fucking till the ceiling fell on my face.

"Are you stress eating?"

"No!" I laughed protesting weakly, remember telling her that I would get anxious whenever I received a text from Christian. "I don't get nervous about his texts anymore. Just last week, that's all. Tuesday resolved everything, I think. For me at least."

"If not, today definitely did the job," Kate assumed because I had already teased her with the highlights over texts before we called.

"Yup, tonight did it."

He was going to leave first thing in the morning so he had to pack. His family was going to stay in Montreal for the week but he was going out with some of his frat brothers for a few days driving around Montreal. They were probably going to go to every bar they could get in and afford at the same time.

Which was why I left earlier than usual, it was barely nine when I left his room.

"You could've stayed and finished the movie since you liked it so much."

"That'd be so weird and awkward," I blanched at the idea. Not having once thought about it.

"Fine. What'd you say if he told you he had a one-night stand in Canada?"

"I'd say, how did it go?"

Kate went mute for a second.

"How does the girl look? Was she pretty? Was she good? I'd probably ask for some kind of details."

"You'd gossip?" Kate was incredulous. Obviously, because she was a diehard romantic but I wasn't even looking for a boyfriend.

She was just like José. I rolled my eyes mentally.

"I talked to José on Wednesday."

"Why?" She was more than familiar with all the talks that we had because I filled her in on all the sordid details. José still didn't give up on trying to tell me everything when I said TMI.

"I need something from the male perspective. Just want to know that we're doing the right thing."

"You're fucking a frat boy, Steele!"

"Exactly, I just want to get an idea… I mean I don't have a yardstick."

"You want José to set a benchmark for you?"

"Well, no, because I honestly don't think he has half the skills Christian has in bed, but I'm not interested either. I just want to get an idea. See how another guy would comment on this guy that I'm having sex with. That's all. I just want to rate his skills, so to speak."

"Why do I have the feeling that you're letting on more details than Christian was to his frat mates?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You're basically telling all of your closer friends that you're having sex, and you told us as much details as you can."

"So? He probably does the same, and it's just sex."

"He cares about you," Kate tried again. I mean, I understood where she was coming from, because from a spectator's point of view, it was probably sweet and all couple-like, but to us, there really wasn't any feelings involved.

Just sexual desires.

"I care about him, too," which was true like I didn't want him to get sick last time. It was a natural thing for one human being to care for another. We knew each other better than two strangers, so naturally, we would care more for each other than for a total stranger.

"You know what I mean," Kate groused.

"Yes, I do. I can also understand that you are probably getting the wrong impression because I wasn't seeking a relationship, and I am not in a relationship with Christian. We probably seem sweet to everyone else, but it's actually not what it looks."

"Seriously? The guy can get hard just by merely thinking about you, and he's rock hard—no, painfully hard—tonight just by simply being near you. He was totally drooling over you, and the fact that you made him beg was even hotter. I can just imagine that goofy, sated smile. What does the roommate look like though?"

"He's not bad either. They belong to the same frat but his roommate is tall. It was slightly awkward but not as mortifying as when he walked me back on Tuesday night and we saw one of his suite mates. Thankfully it's dark and I had my face buried in his chest because I swear I don't want to know what goes through their mind and whether they're the one knocking on the wall."

"You've got two going at it upstairs, too."

I groaned, I could still hear that and I told her about it early on when they first started banging. Whoever was upstairs was probably having too much fun.

"I'm sure his roommate went like, oh you're the girl that kept getting me kicked out of my own room, when he first saw me."

"Or more like, you're the girl that I nearly walked in on fucking my bro."

Flashback

Shit… fuck…

I thought as I peered down my panties, there were traces of blood on them.

I shouldn't be bleeding, though. It was already day two, and if we did get too carried away on Tuesday night, it was Thursday already. This shouldn't happen and I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Just to make sure that it was my period, I put on a pad instead of using a tampon.

I had to get to class, but one thought never left my mind since the discovery—sex was out of question.

Kate said something about Christian might be open to period sex, but I wasn't going to do that so soon. I might be open to the idea in the future, but right now, having sex while on my period would feel like I was losing my virginity all over again.

It was a big no-no.

The problem was, I just had to find a way to tell him. I didn't want to disappoint him because frankly, I was also looking forward to tonight; very much.

If the shouty capitals I texted him yesterday night wasn't any evidence to go by.

I was equally eager this time because Tuesday left such a good impression on me. I knew I'd have to have him again before Spring Break.

The thought of having to abstain from sex for an entire week now suddenly seemed foreign and terrifying for some reason. I certainly shocked Kate when I voiced that to her, and she was trying to make me realize how horrifyingly horny I was acting and I sounded.

But, I didn't care.

I was horny, I could admit that myself shamelessly.

What was I going to tell him though? He was going to be disappointed and I already was knowing that there wouldn't be any sex tonight whether it was actually my period or not.

He might ask me to go over
For some innocent movies

I snuck a text to Kate and caught the reply just in time but wasn't able to continue the conversation with her. I could only get in a few texts here and there, typing blindly hoping that she could still manage with all the typos.

She could understand them.

The problem was I couldn't read her answers in time. I temporarily forced myself to push the worry out of my mind and focus in class, we were starting a new topic since sex was concluded after a very interesting script that I read.

Which I told Christian about, and he was equally interested just like me.

Horny teenagers that we were.

I picked up my phone and clicked into his contact after class. I was instantly braced with the thread from yesterday night when we both expressed our barely suppressible desire to see each other; so we could fuck again before parting for break.

… I got my period this morning…

It was just after my 9am, and I had one more before lunch but I really didn't want to go to my afternoon class. Which would start around two, and it was a foundation course that I really had no desire attending.

Still wanna come over and chill for a bit?

He asked just as expected but I didn't get the chance to reply until nearly two in the afternoon. When I was in bed trying to take a nap to make up for my lost sleep yesterday night as I finished my papers, which ended up taking me to the crack of dawn, again.

I didn't know how I ended up in Harvard but I guess my hard working ethic in high school paid off, thank god for ugly, boring boys in my school that I got to study instead of drool over them. I was lucky that Christian was responsible, caring, and kind.

Everything I was looking for in my fuck-buddy.

My last class got canceled. I'm free for the rest of the day

Ditched last class. Wanna take a nap

Nap sounds good

Stayed up til 2 last night

Ohhh that's a long night

Yup at least I got it done

I truly didn't want to get kicked out and I wanted to maintain my GPA in college. I kept it high all through high school to get into an Ivy League, and I wasn't about to slack off because I kind of needed a scholarship for Law School. I was still aiming for Harvard's but I could change my mind.

Do you want to come over after your nap?

Yas

There was no way I was going to turn it down. I wanted to fool around to make up as much as we could with my worst timed mensural cycle. It was sort of bad that I never had the habit of tracking it like Kate, and I had a faint idea that it was probably not on-time each month.

She was on the pill to regulate her cycle but I wasn't, I just had bad cramps that would make me take pain killers the first two days.

Though, strangely enough, I didn't feel any bad symptoms this time. Perhaps that would encourage me to be open about period sex in the future. If the guy I was fucking was kinky enough.

I arrived at his place around six and as usual, he was downstairs waiting to fetch me. I swore this guy was dressing more and more casually for nights like this. He was in similar getup like on two nights ago but his hair wasn't even tamed, he looked like he just rolled out of bed mere minutes ago sheerly for the mission to get me.

"Long time no see," he kissed my lips and draped his arm over my shoulder as he guided me into the building.

"Ditto," I giggled, leaning up to peck his cheek returning the greeting. I missed him because I missed the sex, and it was only feeding into my longing that we couldn't have sex tonight. "Sorry, I got my period early."

"It's okay. At least it means we're doing it right," he laughed, his lips brushing against my temple this time and squeezed me against his side.

I laughed. That was true, we had been over cautious with everything since I wasn't on any kind of birth control. I was grateful that he could still manage to pull out in the midst of an orgasm, but then again, he was probably used to it.

"I was kinda packing, so apologies for the mess," he guided me into the room.

His belongings were everywhere, and there was a suitcase opened wide on the ground with clothings messily sprang on top. He had to leave really early tomorrow, and I really didn't mind the state his room was in, as long as it wasn't trashed with puke or candy wrappers.

"Don't worry, my room would be worse if I was packing," I chuckled, taking in his room briefly before locating his computer that was open and in the middle of his bed.

"You still haven't packed?"

"Nope, the ultimate procrastinator," I snickered at myself. "I don't fly out until midnight tomorrow, so I can do it tomorrow."

He nodded and led me to his bed where he climbed on it, and I followed, kicking my shoes off. I settled next to him, I leaned against him using him as a pillow as he leaned against the wall with the pillow in between. I threw my legs over his and I was aware that I was practically in his lap, but I felt comfortable that way, so why not?

"What are you watching?" I asked mindlessly.

He moved the curser to show me the movie name. "Want to change one?"

"Sure," but I actually didn't mind. A part of me wanted to actually finish a movie from the beginning to the end this time, but we'd have to see. He still had to pack and he had an early morning the next day.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked as he scrolled through the dashboard. I picked one that I had heard of, and he obliged.

My eyes darted around my surrounding as I waited for it to load to the highest definition, then it landed on a wooden shelf near the head bed.

"You fixed that?" I pointed to the handmade furniture recalling what happened to it the last time I was here.

He grinned and nodded.

"I'm sorry by the way. I didn't mean to hit it so many times," I told him sheepishly. I did feel guilty about almost shattering it and demolishing it completely when we fucked in his bed last time. It didn't get that wild the first time but Tuesday was all on its own.

"I'd happily fix this thing if it breaks for the right reason," he wiggled his brows at me.

God, this guy was so damn cute!

Like, he was way out of my league adorable when he was goofy.

Nevertheless, he was completely different when we were going at it. I didn't know if what we were doing could be called fucking like rabbits, but in my mind that category consisted of people fucking all day everyday. We still had a long way to go.

"When are you coming back?" He blurted out not five minutes into the movie, and I was just getting acquainted with the characters. Guess I wouldn't be paying too much attention to it this time, either. Not that I was expecting to actually watch it from start to finish seriously.

"A day before school starts," since I had to stop by Silicon Valley I had to extend my stay in Paris to maximize my experience and use up my break. "You?"

"The night before," he replied. "If everything goes according to plan. I'm driving back with a couple of my brothers," he was referring to his fraternity. "I'm only spending the first few days with my family, then my brother and I will go spend time with our friends."

That sounded more like him. A frat boy wouldn't possibly want to spend his entire break with his family when his friends were in the neighborhood. I probably would want to meet up with my friends for a few days if it were me.

"How long is the drive?"

"12 hours," he said accompanied by a long whistle.

"Damn," I concurred.

"We're going to take turns."

"Have you done that before? Driving long distance."

"Once, went on a road trip with my brother and his friends on his sophomore year."

His brother was two years older than him from what I knew about his family, and this was his senior year. He knew that I had a younger brother but we didn't share too much about ourselves.

"That's good," I hummed staring at the movie, now paying more attention to the movie than the dialogue with him.

"I want to ask you something, hope you don't mind."

"Ask away," I said absentmindedly, I was still more interested in the movie but he was obviously distracted, like always.

"Why did you wait?"

"To lose my virginity?" I didn't know how I could pay attention to him and the movie at the same time, but I managed and I didn't even find it exhausting.

He nodded.

"Guys at my high school sucks, and I didn't go out too much. Only went out with my friends that I sort of grew up with when they visited from Russia."

"Surely they can't be that bad. You're from LA."

"Californian girls have way more sex appeal than the guys, believe me."

He laughed at my deadpan. "Can't argue with that, I mean, look at you."

I giggled, shrugging. I guess I could count as half a Californian since I spent the majority of my life there.

"I must've hit jackpot when I met you," he flirted. "You make me so hard, Ana, like I've never been before," he whispered in my ear, pulling me even closer to his body, my cheek pressed tightly against his shoulder and my hand resting atop his toned stomach.

I was tempted to let my hand skim down south but refrained, unsure whether I could take the consequences of teasing him.

"How hard?" I bit my lip, failing miserably to resist the urge to tease. It was too good a chance to pass up.

"Unbelievable hard," he growled against my ear, licking the shell of it, and nuzzled his nose in my hair. He moved my hand downward where his very visible bulge was.

"Impressive," I hummed with a light giggle.

"It's torture that I can't have you," he lamented, groaning. "Can we just dry hump the fuck out of each other?"

"I used a pad," I bit my lip nervously. Truth was, I only put a pad down for insurance purposes just in case it leaked onto my pants because I didn't use a tampon for heavy flow.

"Oh…" he sounded genuinely disappointed. "Do you mind helping me out of my painful situation?"

I rubbed my hand over his erection, pondering the request. I wasn't planning on turning down the opportunity to blow him but I didn't want to give him the impression that I'd happily accept a blow job just because he asked for it.

I wanted to do it on my own accord, and when I felt like it.

"Since we're talking about sex," I let the question linger in the air and proceeded with my own lines of inquiries. "How many times do you usually go at it?"

"My record was five, I think."

"We were close last time," I jested.

"I was hoping we'd break it this time."

"Way to make me feel bad about having my period," I jibed and the dick had the cheek to look smug, I thought he'd at least have the decency to appear guilty.

"There's always time after Spring Break, or if I got back early," he suggested. I sincerely doubted either of us would have the energy to fuck when we got back.

"How many times do you cum, though?"

"A night?"

"Well, you said five was your record, so I assumed you came five times," I said shameless of the explicit content that spewed out of my mouth. I was already crass and filterless with Kate before I had sex, and now that I've got a fuck mate, I believed I was voicing every dirty thought in my filthy mind.

"So, you mean like on average daily?" His attention was now solely on me but I was still attempting in vain to watch the movie, grasping on the last straw to catch up with the plot.

"Something like that."

"I used to jack off like 20 times a day," he admitted. I twisted my head slowly, gawping at him. "I was like 16."

"That makes more sense."

"Too hormonal," he shrugged. He was the same still, I thought but I didn't say it.

"When did you lose yours?"

"16," he answered. "I cum really quickly back then, so probably wasn't so enjoyable for both parties."

I laughed, that I could imagine. My brother had been complaining about something similar when he hit puberty. I was there when he went through with it, and I completely understand what he was going through because I was horny back then, and even though I didn't feel the need to masturbate, I did start watching porn; secretively.

I was four years older than my brother, so he really only got to that phase recently.

"What turns you on?" I asked out of the blue, it really wasn't a question on the list but that just popped in my mind. The movie was still playing in the background and I was still hanging on by a thread.

I didn't even know why I bothered when we were talking about sex over a completely PG-rated film.

"Everything you do turns me on. Just being next to you is enough to get me hard."

"Do you like girls vocal or mute?"

"Your screams is a huge turn on for me."

I stared at him briefly just to check, I didn't know to check what but I still glanced at him. Maybe to see if he was serious.

"I like touching you. Honestly, practically everything you do is teasing me."

I had actually seen him sending me lustful stares during dinner sometimes. He sat with his frat mates and I usually ate with Trixie, but we did sit in the same area and our tables were pretty close, within our sight.

I felt like he could get aroused so easily, and I wondered it that was normal. Now, I felt like I really needed to ask José. I just wasn't sure if Latinos and whites would differ in this department. I also wanted to know what to do with a guy's boner if he didn't get a relief.

"Tell me, Ana," he shifted slightly uncomfortably next to me, and that was when I noticed that my hand was still covering his crotch. I just left it in that area and I wasn't even embarrassed about it. "So far, do you like what we've done?"

"Yeah!" I nodded, enthusiastically. "Tuesday was way better than my first time but yes, I'm enjoying it very much."

"What do you like? With the positions and everything."

"I like missionary but I get that you're doing more work," I started to rattle off as I recollected the positions we'd been in, and I wasn't even shy about it. I could act all coy but I didn't think he'd buy my act since I had been so brutally honest and a straightforward bitch since the very beginning. "Doggy is getting better for me."

He smiled at that, I knew he loved doggy because he got more leverage in that position.

"I last longer from behind but with you, I don't know. I can't control it, I cum fast in every position."

I smirked at him just to hide my giggle bubbling through my throat.

"Do you like to be on top?"

"Other than breaking your furniture, I think it'll get better with more practice."

He smiled his lop-sided grin, which I now guessed was his signature look. It was probably what they referred to as the panty-dropping smile.

It was quite sexy and hot, but this guy was cuter than any other guy I'd ever met. Probably because he was a goofball. Still, I couldn't deny the fact that his body was hot and one to die for.

"I don't care what you destroy during sex," he emphasized. "I quite like getting fucked by you."

"Good to know," I laughed at him. "So, that means I'll get more practice."

"After break, we're aiming high."

"Definitely," I laughed along with him.

"Have you tried side ways?" I shook my head. "That's going to happen after break, too." And, I swore this guy just made a mental note with a list of what we were going to do after the holiday. I couldn't believe he was already making detailed plans.

I had half a mind to demand a blood test from him within the first two weeks after break but I didn't want to offend him in any way.

"Psyched about it," I turned my attention back to the movie as the conversation wound down.

"What do you think I should improve on?"

"Your tongue," I answered after thinking about it for a little. "I liked it when you fingered me but you might need to be a little more vigorous with your mouth?" I shrugged unsure how to guide him.

"Where are you most sensitive?" He asked after a few moments of silence, where I kept my gaze fixed on the screen. The female lead in the movie was smoking alongside some male, and that made me thought of another rather crucial question but I'd answer his first.

"I don't know. My pussy, obviously," I deadpanned. He could make me feel like a pornstar one moment and an innocent virgin the next. I didn't know if I liked this whiplash feeling.

He chortled, just to cover up the snort that escaped. I still heard it but I didn't call him out.

"Your tits?" He rubbed his fingers over them, and I shuddered but that was from the sudden contact.

"They're not too sensitive. I liked it when you use your teeth on them."

"So, I can rub them hard."

"And suck on them, hard."

"Perfect!" He exclaimed and the next thing I knew my shirt was off together with my bra, I didn't even know when he unhooked it. Then, his mouth was on them.

I only managed to push his computer off of my lap before letting out a loud moan when his teeth grazed on my hardening nipple.

"Christian…" my fingers found their way into his hair and pushed his head down to my chest. He groaned at the pressure, but his hand was now caressing my back while his other went to my other breast.

"You know where my sensitive spots are?" He mumbled against my chest.

I shook my head. I had an inkling but I didn't want to assume.

"The pulse on my neck and behind my ear, actually my earlobe is too."

He didn't even get to finish his sentence when my teeth attacked him. I felt his cock now digging into the side of my thigh as I drew a bit of skin on his neck in between my lips, and sucked on what I assumed was his pulse.

He moaned, and his groping got more aggressive and audacious.

"Feisty aren't you?" He pulled away only to comment about the way I was using my teeth biting on his ear.

He was super sensitive, and I thought my throat was already over-sensitive.

"I know this gets you going," he kissed his way up from my breasts right to my throat. My head lolled back, and my grip in his hair tightened.

Yup, he got me there.

"Oh…"

"Did you mark me earlier?" He growled against my windpipe, applying a little more pressure as he nibbled his way back down. He was now almost covering me with his body.

"Get naked," I panted in his ear. My breath tickled the back of his ear, and he shivered.

Damn, this guy. When he said that was the sensitive spot. My throat couldn't even compare.

It wasn't even close to the sensitivity of his spots.

"Are you going to blow me?" He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled against my bare skin.

"If you behave."

"What do you want me to do?" He quickly sat up straight and practically ripped his shirt off before tossing it somewhere in the room.

"Strip," I ordered, feeling so damn fucking proud that I had so much power. "And, move to the center of the bed because I'm on the fucking verge of falling over on my ass."

"Sorry," he muttered as he scrambled into position in his nude form.

I could see the anticipation written all over his face.

"Tell me what you want me to do," I murmured eyeing his dick that just sprang free from its painful imprisonment.

"Anything right now is a relieve."

I contemplated a hand job but I settled on relieving him the best I could since I didn't know much about men and their hard ons. I truly didn't want him to suffer like he really was earlier.

I lowered my head, kneeling in between his legs. The tip of my tongue touched his tip, and my hands pulled my hair back, resting them over my shoulder on one side. I could feel an ache in between my legs but I didn't want to do anything, still inexperienced and all.

"Fuck, Ana!" He bucked his hips into my mouth the moment I wrapped my lips around it, my palm rested on his pubic bone steadying him and my other hand went to the base of his dick like I did the last time.

I licked all over his member, moistening it and used my hand to spread it around evenly.

"A little less teeth will help," he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. I only caught that when I peered up through my lashes from my position.

Taking him deeper in my mouth, I watched him throw his head back and a string of obscenities leaving his mouth.

"Ana…" he chanted, his hand finding its way in my hair, maneuvering over my scalp massaging me. It didn't really help the ache down below but I was fine with it for this once.

"Fuck…" profanities just came along in concatenation with my name. "I'm going to cum."

He pulled my hair up and I took the hint. I still wasn't too ready to taste cum but at least I was fine with deep throating.

I watched as he jerked all over his front, coming down from his high with the stupidest shit-eating grin on his face. He was so damn incoherent right now.

Fucker was sated. What about me?

Technically, I did turn him down when he offered.

We spent the rest of the time watching the movie with him half hugging me and half hugging the cushion. And also some not so innocent wrestling that ended up with us smooching and sucking faces. He'd always put a stop to it before he got too hard.

"I don't think you can take the consequences, so stop teasing me, Ana."

That was a warning I heeded to, for now. It would more than likely change in the near future as I got more experienced.

He was still sporting that fucking lazy grin.

Until his roommate came in.

"Get dressed, my roommate texted he's at the door and I said two minutes."

"Shit," I scrambled up from my stomach and reached for my carelessly discarded top.

He reached back to help me with adjusting my bra. It was oddly erotic with the way he helped me filled my cup.

"I like those tits," he pecked my barely there cleavage before my top fell over.

"You can stuff you face and suffocate in them once we get back." I blurted out and immediately thought what a slut I was.

When I looked up at him and saw his huge salacious grin, I knew that the bastard was just as slutty.

If not more.

End flashback

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