-CHAPTER FOUR-


PIXIE DUST


Sunday 27th September 2009

CHRISTIAN

STARING AT MYSELF, the reflection wasn't what I expected, is this what she was seeing. Tired grey eyes, shabby dark chocolate curls, my shirt long gone and faint scars on my chest. They were far from faint, just an ever presence of my reality. Swigging back a few more gulps from the bottle, I hoped my own advice of liquid courage will help this evening.

Shaking off the sting, the burn slide down my throat. I can't deny it, tonight… tonight it's happening. For years deep down the wait has weighed me down, especially assuming that it was never going to happen.

It's only been a few hours since meeting this little pixie, and I can't hold back anymore. I'm enchanted, she has me under a spell. Her spell.

Fuck, am I sweating? Stop shitting bricks and just fuck her!

Wiping the sweat from my palm down my jeans, I contemplated. If I fuck her, does that mean we need to be in a relationship? Shit, I just can't fuck and leave. I'm not Elliot for Christ sakes.

"It's not hard Christian!" I whispered to myself, "You can do this!" I then decided to hit my head on the bathroom mirror."Why. Is. This. So. Difficult?" I grumbled in-between each head tap.

I don't know why I did it, as I stepped back to the shock of the sting mounting over my cheek. The sound cracked for a second time.

Fucking Ouch! You're such a pussy Christian, now grow some balls and get on with it.

Yeah that was real.

"Now come on," I whispered, "Ana is a girl, you're a guy, it's not difficult," taking another much needed gulp from the bottle. "What would Elliot say? - 'Get your cock. Open the flaps, wiggle it in, boom! Pound that pussy all night loooong!'

Why does he need to be so obtuse? If God is my witness there is no way in hell I'm treating any woman like a fucking dog. I'm not treating her like a wild animal. She's gorgeous, intelligent, it's that pixie dust working its magic. Fuck!

"You are strong. There is no need to succumb to your pain, everything is perfectly fine. Don't worry about a thing. She. Will. Not. Hurt. You." I repeated, trying to ease my rapid breathing.

Why do I need to have haphephobia? Intimacy is crucial, but for me its life crumbling; I should be able to have sex, and able to fucking enjoy it! It's a fucking human right but all I see is a curse, which needs to be broken. I hope I can, well you know… I jack off, it's a way to ease the tension, but deep down my heart wants an intimate connection with someone. I crave it.

My lips sealed the rim of the bottle, pulling back I chugged.

I can fuck her. She won't hurt me.

So stop stalling and get on with it!

Her touch hasn't burn which is surprising to begin with. I'm just reluctant, with the combination of probably too much liquid courage and raging hormones which are affecting my sense of touch. They have amplified ten fold. It's fucking ridiculous, I can't have a fucking boner all the time if I wish to function in this hands on society. Fuck, I'm going into acquisitions and mergers, I need to be able to touch. How is it going to work if I cant shake someone's hand or let them pat me on the back.

FUCK!

I blame her for this. It's all her fucking fault that I've been made this way. Just the thought gives a vile taste in my mouth. If only—

"C, are you ok?" A sweet voice called from my bedroom.

I wince, "Oh, just washing up," lies. My thoughts were drawn to the bottle in my hand.

And who the fuck says that shit, especially before having sex? For the first time!

Still at 19, and I have no idea what I'm doing. Hypothetically you would assume experience would guide me with a few pairs or three of a kind, but my deck hand has only thrown garbage. This wasn't the plan, I didn't want my cards to be played with. I was packing! I'm moving in five days. On fucking Thursday! As always I caved to Elliot's whining predicament, 'I need to get laid bro.' When he started to beg, my cards were being shuffled and there was no choice but to play. I've always wanted something, that utmost Royal flush, but the odds are always against me.

Turning to the bottle, I admired the label and tapped the glass. Oh fuck you Vodka, this liquid courage is bullshit! My cock bounced trapped in my jeans, and fuck you hormones! I feel like a humiliating thirteen year old with playboy. God help me!

"Hey, C?" Her voice broke my reverie.

"Yeah," I called all breathy, rather excited hearing her voice, "I'm coming," Instantly I covered my face, cursing at my choice of words.

What is wrong with you Christian!

I knew hiding in my bathroom was no longer an option. My head throbbed, and knowing that alcohol wasn't the best remedy. Opening the door, my eyes were drawn to her stunning body. Innocently she laid on my bed looking so small in the scheme of things.

The pain eased as a weight was lifted, she was utterly gorgeous. My face grew taut and my fingers stroked my mouth, a smile, a smile for her. She's a siren; a little pixie throwing magic dust. Simply with her lying there, she's luring me towards this physical dream. She's far from innocent.

I need, crave, want her to be mine.

Making herself at home casually lounging on her side, her fingers wrapped around my leather bound copy, Tess of d'Urbervilles. She slightly jumped, twitching her hands once she knew she had been caught. A pout dropped, a brow rose, but it was her grey dress that captured me. It rode high, and my focus was solely on those olive green lace panties covering her sex like a vine.

Keep it together Christian. Don't fall apart now. Calm down boner, down boy, fucking down.

"Tess? I wouldn't have guessed?" she said stroking the leather cover.

Her fingers stroked the leather, this wasn't helping my case as my zipper was straining at the seems.

Fuck all she is doing is touching a book, not your cock!

"My, well… oh, and," panting as the ability to compose myself. "my… my mother gave it to me." I exclaimed.

She continued to focus on the novel, turning each page with elegance and grace while stroking her fingers down the spine.

"Bingo! I found it…" Her voice bubbled.

"She had an attribute which amounted to a disadvantage just now; and it was this that caused Alec D'Urberville's eyes to rivet themselves upon her. It was a luxuriance of aspect, a fullness of growth, which made her appear more of a woman than she really was. She had inherited the feature from her mother without the quality it denoted."

Why was she reading this, is this delectable Pixie trying to be sexy by referring to Tess' large breasts?

"Oh I don't care about Alec, or the reference to Tess and her… assets. But I know I want to worship you," idolizing her body, "All. Night. Long." I smiled, completely clouded by her spell.

"Oh," her cheeks flushed, while we stared into each others eyes.

"You seem to be a little warm," pointing to the beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her answer was loud and clear as she laid on her back and knees up towards the ceiling.

Fuck can you keep your shit together for two seconds. Think of Elliot in a g-string, and start reciting the gospel of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Her breath was heavy, as her legs parted giving a new view of heaven.

It's not working! G-string, Elliot, Gospel!

My pants tighten, I no longer could hide my pleasure, but to think she is oblivious with what she's doing to me.

I can't hold back!

"Mmm, so fucking hot, my Pixie." She smiled, still reading my book as she mumbled the words on the page.

I casually kneeled on my queen bed and crawled towards her. Knowing I was on the bed with her, she placed my book on the side table and it fell to the floor.

"Oops," she giggled and her hands tried to hide her laughter.

"Ahhh, my naughty Pixie," I waved my index finger at her.

My hands went straight to her bare legs and my fingers slowly brushed her soft skin from ankle to knee. Her breath hitched and she began biting that delectable swollen bottom lip.

I was done for, absolutely gone.

Fuck!

Suddenly we both gazed at each other and the sensual beginnings of lovemaking were gone. The horny teenage romp fest began. I sprung on top of her and held her arms above her head, and she couldn't stop giggling.

"Don't. Touch. My. Chest. And. Back. Ok?" I rushed each word between each kiss on her plump lips.

"I won't," shaking her head, back and forth, giggling like a little school girl.

Rubbing my face down her indulgent neck towards her chest, I could feel my stubble causing a slight friction. I didn't care. Absorbing her mild perfume in my nose, I realized her dress needed to go. NOW!

"I don't think this is needed," my hands slid up her dress as I cupped her breast.

What size are they? C, D? They are a nice handful, I love that we fit.

"Ohh," it was sexy hearing her groan.

"Pants off. Now," she moaned with authority to me.

Fuck, she dominates too!

Ripping each others' clothes off without the care in the world we were naked. It was fucking great, she just kept giggling while lying on the bed and it was making me laugh. I've only ever seen one other woman naked and I want today to erase that horrible memory.

Grabbing her feet I dragged her to the edge of the bed and gave her the notion to straddle me, since this was what gave me my tent pole only 15 minutes earlier at the piano.

She hesitated and I know why.

"Stop over thinking, it's ok. Just don't use your hands on my chest and back. My neck is ok." All she could do was nod yes then quickly changed her answer to a no.

"What? No?" panicking while completely naked in front of a stranger.

"No it's not that, the touching thing, it's…"

My face just said it all. She's leaving?

"Oh, stop it you," she slapped my arm.

"It's not you, it's… me." She tried to talk to me seriously but couldn't hold in her giggles.

"You're leaving?" I felt the sadness oozing from me.

"Oh shut up C, I'm trying to tell you…" I tried to get up and start finding my jeans.

"Don't put your clothes on…don't," Ana shook her head back and forth.

"I'm a virgin," she blurted those three words and I stopped.

I must have seemed so insensitive, laughing at her face, but what are the odds. 2009, two teenagers meet randomly one night and are virgins. Virgins! Looking back at Ana I noticed her silent tears falling.

Shit, I am an insensitive bastard.

I grabbed her and held her tight so she was straddling my lap. Wiping her tears, I looked into her baby blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, what are the odds?" I whispered into her ear.

She was silent. Just staring at me.

Pixie, it's ok baby.

"I am too, I thought it was blatantly obvious," smiling looking at her face.

"Haven't you noticed I've been nervous all night?" tilting my head I winked at her to ease this horrible silence.

Her facial expressions changed so quickly from shocked to happiness. Ana rested her head on my chest and I flinched.

"I'm sorry," she said with regret.

"Don't be," ever.

I couldn't keep my eyes away from hers. She meticulously lifted her knees slightly and I could feel the arousal oozing from her sex, on my leg. I never imagined that my first would happen this way. It's amazing how your body knows what to do. Simultaneously I hoisted my hips as she grinds into my cock. We both hitch our breath together and pause.

My stunning Pixie.

We looked into each others' eyes. The only thing I could think was the most gorgeous girl straddling me. I couldn't help myself but kiss her, the taste on her lips were sweet. I could feel the smile growing on my face. Moments past and I slowly began to move to and fro, ensuring Ana wasn't in any pain. Moving her legs from beside me to around my lower back, they gripped tightly and her hands massaged my scalp.

FUCK! So. Tight.

As her breath got heavier, and I flexed my hips more and more into her, she responded by rising and lowering herself over my cock I could feel how wet she really was.

"Oh fuck," I moaned out loud for Ana to hear.

Slapping her ass, even though this position was great, I needed more control. Twisting her around and pushing her onto the bed, she laid in front of me. I have to trust her not to touch my chest; I've never given any one this much trust.

Moving in a push-up position, my arms either side of her shoulders, and my body in between her legs centering to her sex. All she did was admire my arms either side of her face, giggling once again. I could feel the strain of my cock, using my right hand stroking myself feeling the stress of every vein within my appendage.

FUCK

Ana moved her hand over her clit and started to knead her sex. It looked so natural, but watching her satisfy herself without me, I couldn't stand it. I needed to be back inside of her.

I began to tease her, by pushing my cock tip and thrusting it partly in.

"Oh so tight," I strained between my teeth,

"Please C, please…" Ana moaned.

She wants all of my cock. She needs me.

Pulling out and thrusting in my cock's repeating motion, I built up speed and then my little Pixie grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed me into her, hard.

"Ahhh," I groaned, caught unawares.

Chest to chest, with her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands slowly moved down my neck to my lower back.

"Ohhh," I hitched my breath.

It didn't hurt, the notion only startled me. Ana noticed me being uncomfortable and moved her hands back to my neck. The angle she made gave space for my large throbbing cock the deepest of penetration, and the closeness of intimacy. I was putty in her hands.

More like putty in her pussy.

As our breathing timed in sync, our pounding force grew faster and faster. Feeling my heart race fast out of my chest, all I could do was watch Ana's face. Her cheeks were flushed and our sweat was rubbing all over our chests.

It happened in slow motion. It was a hungry, mind-shattering thirst just as a waterfall begins to rush from the top of a mountain. A tickle in my balls was creeping from within, flowing throughout my body; I didn't want it to stop. Hearing Ana scream "C, fuck", I couldn't hold any longer. Like a shotgun, quick and precise my virginal cum blew deep within her sex.

In unison breathing in time, all we could say to each other was "whoa" and embrace with a final kiss.

"That was nice," was all I could muster when I caught my breath.

Smooth Christian, totally smooth.

Ana giggle once again, "Let's do it again," she winked, wiggling her hips and I realized I was still inside her, hard as a rock.

"Come," I murmured into her lips, finally agreeing that this time my word choice was perfect.

…..

WE FUCKED AND MADE LOVE. I then realized we have given each other such an important gift, our virginity and shockingly I think I'm falling in love with this delectable, mesmerizing Pixie.

"I'm falling for you Ana," whispering into her ear.

"Sleepy, C… sleep…." she mumbled into the pillow, and the hint of a snore, I knew she was already asleep.

My fingers outlined her facial features, since I never want to forget this moment. Her eyelashes are so dark and long, cheeks slightly pink and her pixie ears.

"I'm never going to lose you."

Just as I spoke my last words to her sleeping body, my eyes grew heavy.

…..

HEARING THE TRAFFIC OUTSIDE my window and feeling the glowing sun on my naked skin, it must be morning.

"Oh my fucking God, my ass burns," I touched my ass and realized I had carpet burn.

"This is fucking hilarious, ouch" I couldn't stop laughing, "I can't even remember having sex on the floor."

Honestly I can't believe what happened last night, I'm actually happy for once. The night was over, a new day with my Pixie. I could feel the strain of my cock and wanted more. I stretched one hand to my cock and the other arm to grab Ana, to find only cold sheets.

Sitting up quickly, "FUCK, my head. ADVILLLLLLLL," I yelled.

Rubbing my forehead and completely overwhelmed to why Ana wasn't in the bed with me, I notice the Advil bottle on my dresser. As I got up, I tripped over my clothes knocking my dresser and a glass of water fell to the floor shattering into pieces.

Confused and wondering when I put a glass of water there, I accidentally step on a glass shard and cut my foot.

Fuck!

When did I put a glass of water there? Shit there's water everywhere. Picking up the fallen Advil bottle, I take two and swallow straight.

Take note: need to buy more Advil I'm almost out again.

Concerned to where Ana was I called for her, "Pixie, are you in the bathroom?"

Nothing.

It seemed very quite. Then I panicked thinking she's passed out on the floor. We did do it very hard with the Vodka, and I smile at the two empty bottles on my windowsill.

Limping with my cut foot into the living room looking around, she was nowhere to be seen. Only an empty pizza box, another empty bottle of vodka and the piano stool knocked over.

I chuckled reminiscing over the event as to why it was on its side.

"Pixie? Ana?" calling again, raising my voice more this time.

Hobbling back into my room, grabbing my cell, I noticed it's just before 6pm. I had slept the day away.

FUCK! She probably left because you were passed out you alcoholic!

Pulling my jeans up going commando, I picked up the glass and clean the split water with last night's shirt. That's when I notice the wet piece of paper on the floor.

C, thanks ….

Love…..

… soon.

Your Pixie x

555-…..

"FUCKKK!"I screamed to the ceiling of my bedroom.

She left me a note, how could I even contemplate her just leaving me. This isn't good, the ink has run due to me fucking tripping! FUCK! Taking a deep breath, I looked at the note again. Four letters made me hitch my breath.

Love? Does she want the same as I do?

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Her number it's all blurred. FUCK! So I have one million options to try. All I could do was hit my head, and realize I should have got her number last night, or at least her surname! FUCK!

Realizing I have only my jeans on, feeling a little cool, I looked for my Harvard sweatshirt and it was gone.

You cheeky minx, you have stolen my sweatshirt.

Grabbing my cell I call the only person who might be able to help, or talk some sense into me. My brother, Elliot.

…..

"ANSWER YOUR CELL DIPSHIT!" I hissed into my cell.

"Ahh, good evening baby bro, I thought you would have tried calling earlier."

He's chuckling, how can he laugh. This is fucking serious!

"I tried calling three times, why must you take forever to answer?" I said as I raised my tone.

"Why? Ha I needed to absorb the power of your ring tone."

Fuck me! Why does he need to be so self-absorbed with his thinking. This is totally fucked up.

"You said you changed it!" I moaned, " 'It's Raining Men,' honestly but now I thought you would have found something more classy. Ell, I need you back here. Last night there was Pixie, we came back and stu—"

"What? Huh?"

"I met someone! LISTEN! Can you hear what I'm saying? Fucking hell, my head hurts," I shouted into the cell.

"Take an Advil, you're hungover I—"

"I already fucking have." I rubbed my forehead, "Pixie left, gone. I actually did it, had sex and she left! Oh I was totally under her spell. Shit then there's the note, and the water… FUCK!" My voice only got quicker and louder.

"Fuck bro, slow down I can't understand you…" Elliot always sound confused.

It was simple! Pixie was gone.

"Pixie, Siren I was under a spell, got the sex. It was amazing Ell. Fucking amazing! But Pixie left the note. FUCK! Listen to me Ell!" still shouting at him.

"What are you talking about, fairies?" said Elliot.

"I need you here now. What the fuck do I do?" Almost in tears, thinking I've fucked up big time.

"Christian. Slow. Down."

"Pixie's gone, left. FUCK!" I kept shouting at him.

"Who's gone?"

"Pixie!"

"Ahhh, someone finally popped that cherry, who's the guy?" I couldn't believe my brother was laughing thinking that I'm gay.

"Oh for fuck sake El, I'm not gay! Get your ass here now!"

"Hahaha, chill I'll be there in 30 ok."


A/N:

CHAPTER SONG INSPIRATION:

1. Liquid Courage - ERIC BELLINGER ft VICTORIA MONET. It can be found here youtube watch?v=R9oZNBQV9dk

2. Squealer - ADDC. It can be found here youtube watch?v=7Z4ijIQYYNo

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