I put my night stand over the wet spot and hide the bucket and sponge in my bathroom. Then, after checking my looks in the mirror and taking a deep breath, I open the door for my new girlfriend.
…It feels so good to call her that.

She greets me with a kiss. She's no longer wearing the pink dress she was wearing this morning, but a simple white shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans.

"What happened?", she asks, sitting down on my bed.
"I got into a fight with..."

Do I tell her I'm in therapy? She knows I have issues, but... should she know this?

"... my sister," I finish.
"You two do fight a lot, huh?"
"Yeah. Mind you, she has her reasons. I fucked up bad in the past."
"Haven't we all at some point?"

Well, most people don't murder 150 people in the span of a month. Or... ever.

"I guess," I say.
"I'm sorry, you must be in a not so good place currently."
"I'd say we both have our issues."

Your whole family is dead. It's on my mind, but I won't say it.
My parents have been dead for almost 20 years now, too, but she doesn't need to know this.

"So, what about your parents? Do you fight with them a lot, too?"

Welp. Apparently she does.

"They're dead. They died when me and my sister were still kids, our house burnt down."

Because I set it on fire.

"Oh. I'm sorry."
"They were both abusive, so it wasn't that much of a loss. At least, my sister and I had each other. I would have died at like 15 if it wasn't for her."
"What went wrong?"
"I fucked up. Bad. I don't think you're ready to hear that story."
"You'll tell me, though, will you? Eventually."
"Eventually."

We look at each other. I need her, I need her right now.
It's been so long since I've been in a sexual relationship, I've forgotten how good it feels.
I basically jump Olivia with my kiss. For a second, I feel like I've moved too fast, but then she kisses me back.

"I'd be honoured to be your stress relief," she whispers against my lips, grinning.

This girl was a virgin not even two hours ago. Fuck, she drives me wild. I skip the whole take-off-her-shirt-thing and go straight to her pants and rip them off of her.
She's still wearing the blood red, lacy panties. They emphasise her curves perfectly. I slip my hand under her shirt, gently caressing her breasts.

Gently, she pushes me away and makes me watch her unbutton her shirt. Button for button... I think I'm losing my mind. Once her shirt is unbuttoned, she leans in for another kiss, carefully pushing me down, until I'm laying on my back. She's sitting on my hips, nibbling on my neck.

I rip her shirt off and unhook her bra, almost breaking it.
It's a glorious view, seeing her on top of me like this. In the dim light and without her glasses that have gotten lost somehow, she almost looks a bit like...

"Tell me when you're comfortable with taking your shirt off," she whispers into my ear.
"I need time," I whisper back, even though I'd give everything I have to feel her lips all over me.

She just smiles at me. I'm too lost in her eyes to realize that she's slowly unzipping my pants and pulling them down. They fall to the floor and I barely realize it. She leans in for another kiss, and then makes her way down to my thighs. She's caressing my inner thighs while slowly, sloowly pulling down my panties.

I can feel her shaking slightly, she must be nervous because she's never done this before. I sit up and push her onto the bed, kissing her lips, gently nibbling on her lower lip, then making my way down, leaving love bites on her neck and her hips.

As much as I love these panties on her, I'll have to remove them now. I pull them down, fast. I don't wait, I skip playing with her like I did last time and go straight to town. She grabs my hair, pulling it, a little harder than she probably intended to, but I like it. I enter her with my middle finger and soon feel that she's wet enough for me to slip a second finger in. She's tensing up, pushing my head away.

"I don't want this to be one sided," she says, panting, and before I know it, she's crawled under me and I'm sitting on her face.

It's something I've always felt awkward doing, but right now, I don't mind it.
I feel her perfect lips on my clit, she's starting slowly with kisses and quick, subtle licks, but quickly progresses to long, deep licks.

I bite my right first in order not to scream. For a first timer, she's doing a damn good job.
I soon can't keep silent anymore. The walls of my apartment complex are paper thin, I half expect a neighbour to be pounding on the door any second now.

I reach for her hand and squeeze it tight as I climax.
She crawls out from under me, looking content.
Oh, you didn't think this was it, did ya?

I bite her neck, a little harder than before, but she seems to be enjoying it. I keep my head right there, while reaching down between her legs with my hand. I start with massaging her clit, then penetrate her with the two fingers, constantly alternating between the two.

I can't tell if her moans only seem so loud because my ear is right next to hear mouth of if she's actually trying to let the neighbours know what's going on. She reaches down, finding my clit, massaging it. I bite her neck to stop myself from screaming once more.

I can feel her contracting around my fingers, her nails are buried in my back, I'm reasonably sure it's going to leave a mark, even through the shirt.

I think I can hear her gasping my name as I push her to the finish line. It makes me feel like my whole body is on fire, I let go of her neck, moaning loudly as I, too, climax once again.

Silence surrounds us. For what feels like forever, the only thing that can be heard is the both of us trying to catch our breaths.