Corrine's POV
I had sex with Egan.
I, Corrine West, being completely mentally healthy and absolutely sober, had scalding hot sex with Egan Ferrarduccio.
Well, I might have gone temporarily mad because my brain was fried and then melted due to Egan's nakedness.
The girl has the body of a goddess, I swear. With her breasts that are fuller than a handful, so firm and delicious, and her toned, curvy figure, and the tiny waist, and her ass, oh holy crap her ass.
Getting off track again, Corrine!
I still can't wrap my head around it.
It was over all too soon. Probably because we were so excited over the fact that it was finally happening.
I don't even understand where the hell I got the balls to kiss her in the first place.
I didn't even think when it happened. All I remember is the towel hitting the floor and leaving Egan nude. I remember my eyes trailing over her smooth skin, up her curves, to her shaved womanhood, over her flat stomach… I practically devoured her with my eyes, and the time stood still, much like Egan herself.
And then she said something.
Now, don't let anyone know about this, but for me, the biggest turn on is not big muscles and firm asses, although they help a little bit. I am turned on by a person's scent and voice.
Yeah. And I can't even begin to tell you how many times I ruined my underwear listening to Egan sing.
That's part of the reason I bashed most of her performances at school, and online.
Because she's so amazing she makes me wet simply by talking.
Goddammit.
So she spoke up, saying something about not expecting to see me, probably shocked I still know where she lived, but I lost it. All it took was for my eyes to reach her face, and there she stood, flushed from embarrassment, stammering nervously, and yet doing nothing to cover herself.
Next thing I know, we're making out like crazy on her couch.
Temporary insanity. See, I told you.
And then I took her right on the couch. The one where our gang usually gathers when we come over. The one where her mother eats cereal in the morning. The one where the pillow her grandmother made for her lays.
I could go on for hours just so you understand how wildly inappropriate it was for us to have sex on this couch.
And the cherry on top of this piece of cake? The door was unlocked the entire time.
It would've been a wonderful bonding experience for her dad to walk in and watch his daughter being corrupted on their family couch. And by another chick, might I add.
It's all Egan's fault. She makes my brain go haywire with lust.
But it gets worst.
Because after I made her a very happy girl and also helped myself along the way., I decided to completely freak and run away.
That's what I do. It's my thing. Running away as soon as there's a possibility of something good happening to me.
Fucking Egan. She just had to ruin a perfectly unattached animalistic act of lust with her soft gaze and gentle touches and feelings.
She's better than this. I'm darker than this.
Our bodies may be made for each other, but that's as far as I'm letting this go.
I just need to remember this when I walk into school in about two minutes and face her.
And I really need to remember this when my brain will shut down and my body decides it wants her again, because I can't sleep with her again.
It's gonna complicate everything even further.
Well, us being in the janitor's closet kissing frantically sure destroys all my plans of not letting it go further.
In my defense, everything was going perfectly good until Egan took out that damn yogurt and proceeded to give head to the spoon.
Her studying the yogurt's expiration date didn't help either, because when Egan concentrates on something, she bites her lower lip and I fucking lose it.
It's not supposed to look this sexy. That has to be illegal… somewhere.
"C-Corrine… wait, stop." Egan rushed out, breathless, and I groaned silently.
There it comes. Time for 'the talk'. What are we doing? Why are we doing it? Am I your dirty secret? Does this mean we're friends again? Or something more?
Girls are so clingy sometimes.
"Ugh… Just a sec… Okay, got it. Now come here." There were lips on mine once again, hot and demanding, and I relented until I realized nothing happened.
Egan didn't want to talk about anything. There was something poking her back.
That was why we stopped.
But… it's Egan. The girl who's a poster child for 'monogamous serious relationships'.
And now she's in a closet making out with a girl and… whoa!
Making out is slowly becoming another activity that is illegal on school grounds.
Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and snatched it from my pants, slamming Egan into the wall.
"Now that I don't enjoy a little bit of dominance on your part," Egan whispered shakily, "but this whole 'slamming Egan into things' – gotta stop. I bruise like a peach."
I just kept silent, observing her. She looked a bit flushed, hair tousled and lips red from the kissing. Her chest was heaving as she breathed raggedly, and her eyes were alive with lust.
She did not look rejected or heart broken by a long shot.
Come to think about it, she looked giddy as always when we met at her locker, but I thought she was just acting for the gang.
So when she dragged me in the closet after lunch, I thought I was about to get lectured, not jumped.
"Corrine?" her voice was husky from whispering and I felt chills running down my back. "You okay?"
I shook my head slightly. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I didn't want her to do the talk with me. I didn't want to have to reject her romantic advances, and I sure as hell didn't want her to start the girly crap and admit she was in love with me.
But I expected it.
I thought that was what was going to happen today, and I was bracing myself for it. But now that it didn't happen, I felt… let down?
Was I actually disappointed by the fact that Egan didn't have any romantic feelings for me after everything we've been through?
And if yes… Why?
Egan was obviously fine with everything. And she didn't mind continuing to have fun with no strings attached.
So why, instead of taking the hot and willing girl in front of me, I was having this confusing feeling?
"Corrine," my name fell from her lips as she worked them over my jaw, teasing me with her light touches. I sighed at the contact. "Stop thinking. Be here with me." The lips nipped at my ear before a tongue slid down my neck, making me shudder. "You know, last time I didn't get to fully… appreciate your body. Someone was so eager to fuck me, she didn't even let me do the exploring." Alright, there is a third thing that turns me on so much I can't see straight: when Egan curses.
"You're more than welcome now." I whispered back, easing my grip on her and taking a step back. I couldn't tell in the darkness of the room, but I was positive that Egan was wearing a smirk, and I'm willing to bet that it resembled my sinister one.
"Why thank you, Corrine."
Suddenly my pants were unzipped and yanked down together with my underwear, and I felt a warm breath on my exposed pussy.
The tongue went first, lapping delicately, and a moan escape from Egan when she felt just how wet I already was for her. I gripped her hair as I backed up to sit on the bottom shelf, spreading my legs slightly to give her more room.
And holy shit did she use it to her advantage.
She probed me with her tongue, deliberately teasing me by not touching the clit yet, and I muffled my moans with a hand. Couldn't risk having someone barge in here while I was having the orgasm of my life.
Egan switched to long strokes along my slit, gathering my juices, and I jumped with anticipation. That went on for a while, and I was about ready to burst from teasing.
You won't believe how frustrated I was. Egan was doing it on purpose.
Was that a payback for all the shit I've put her through since she came back? Or for holding a humungous grudge all these years? Or for ignoring her most of the time?
Whatever it was, I'm sure she was enjoying herself. Having this power over me was totally getting her off.
I let out one tiny moan, and Egan's mouth left me completely.
I growled.
"What do you want, Corrine?" She asked, battling her eyelashes up at me. My eyes got used to the dark, and the sight before me almost had me coming.
Egan was on her knees before me, her white shirt and a tiny skirt gave her the infamous 'school girl' look. Her wide eyes held innocence, but her smile told me everything I needed to know. The little minx set this up. It was all a performance saved just for me.
"I need you to fuck me, Egan." I all but growled, desperation evident in my voice. Her smile grew.
"I think you know what I'm about to say." She whispered, losing her pretend innocence and revealing her sly expression.
Of course, I knew what she was about to say.
"If you think I'm going to beg you, you have another thing coming." I snapped, glaring at her.
"It may come, since you won't be if you don't beg, Corrine." She shrugged, feigning disinterest as her eyes trailed over my body.
That was humiliating.
And hot as hell.
Might as well go along with it.
"Egan, please," I whined, my voice straining. "Make me come."
"Good girl," she whispered in my ear before suddenly plunging two fingers inside me as she went back to her knees, sucking on my clit.
I howled, and Egan's hand shot up to clump my mouth shut, making me suck on her fingers.
Her fingers kept pumping in and out od me as her tongue pressed up against my clit, and I managed to have a fleeting thought about her being too good at this before I exploded.
I went completely still, screaming out as I creamed Egan's tongue and fingers, grasping her head to hold her in place.
Then I slumped against the wall, spent from the monster orgasm she gave me.
"Shit," I muttered, watching as Egan got up from her knees and sat on a shelf next to me. "How did you get so good at that? All the years I've known you, you've never gone down on another girl before… right?"
She smirked.
"If I said I slept with girls before you, would you believe me?"
Something clenched in my chest when she said that.
Must be post-orgasm twitches.
"I wouldn't have believed it a day before, but with the clear evidence now…" I trailed off, studying her.
I have no idea why, but I didn't want it to be true. She wasn't supposed to have had sex with a girl before me.
"Well a day-before Corrine would've been right." She smiled at me. "You're my… you're my first."
My chest clenched again, this time filled with something painfully sweet. The air grew heavy as I stared at her, not knowing what to say, watching her turn slightly red from this revelation.
And then, without thinking, I bent forward and caught her lips with mine, giving her a soft kiss. We sat there for a while, just kissing slowly, but just as her hand began to caress my cheek, I sprang from her.
"Then it means only one thing." I chuckled in order to try and lighten the atmosphere. "Miss Sweet Sally Peaches watched porn." I said in my mockin voice, bending down and sliding my pants up my legs.
Egan blushed.
"I-I did not!" She exclaimed.
"Alright, Egan." I cocked my head to the right, smirking at her. "First of all, after what transpired between us do the second time in 15 hours, I don't think you have a right to blush anymore. And secondly," I got up from the shelf, dusting my pants, "you so did."
She just sighed.
"Okay, I did. But since it was for your benefit, you have no right to tease me about it. So ha!" She got the smug 'in your face' expression on her face as she folded her arms.
"You're so cute when you do that." I whispered, kissing her chin. She squirmed a bit under me.
"Door knob?"
"Yeah, see? That's why you need to stop slamming me into doors, walls, lockers, and pretty much anything else with a solid surface." She huffed, draping her arms over my shoulders.
"But you're so hot when you're submissive." I smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Sounds like I'm hot to you no matter how I look or what I do."
"You sound so sarcastic. What if I really think you're hot no matter what?" I don't know why, but I kept pressing. I should let it go, turn it into a joke. I already laughed off the heavy heartfelt moment because I was terrified, why the hell was I creating another one now?
"I could live with that." Egan said softly, smiling. "Corrine?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I your first?"
Ah shit.
"I mean obviously I'm not your 'first' first, because you told me when you gave it up to that Jacob guy back in…"
"I get it Egan." I interrupted her mini-meltdown. "And no. I uh, I have had sex with girls before."
Now this, right here, is why Egan should stick to singing instead of acting.
Her face when she acts? Flawless. All the right muscles working, the honest-to-God-smile is perfect.
But those warm green pools will never allow her to lie, because everything is as clear as day in them.
And right now she's devastated and I hate it.
So, I tried to cheer her up the only way I know how.
My mouth hit hers as my hand made its way up her shirt, and I swallowed her moan when I grasped her breast in the palm of my hand, kneading it softly.
"No more talking about the past... even our past with each other. I think it's safe to say it's time to bury the hatchet." I stated after I let a dazed Egan breathe.
"About time, West." She rolled her eyes, and then whispered, "Are you sure? Aren't you a little bit curious whom I lost my virginity to?"
"Travis." I answered back. "I overheard you and Marc talking, and by the way it's disturbing that you discuss this with a guy."
"He's my best friend!" she said defensively. "Besides, who else do I have left? Martina is too self-absorbed, you're… well, you, and talking to Alyssa about those things is almost like molesting a child."
I chuckled at that. It's true though, our friend Alyssa is too bright a ray of sunshine to dim out like that. Even I wouldn't dare to harm a hair on that girl's head. Except for this one time when she was so irritating and she wouldn't leave me alo-… you know what, let's move on.
"Well, you'll be happy to know that Travis won't be sleeping with any other girl anytime soon after what he did to you."
Her eyes went wide.
"I know about that rumor and pics, but I… it was you?"
"He's an asshole, and I hate assholes." I simply said, shrugging.
Her kiss caught me by surprise, gentle and soft against my lips.
"Thank you, Corrine."
"It's nothing to be thankful for. The following however…" I trailed off as I gripped her ass, lifting her and making her wrap her legs around my waist. "Be sure to take notes, Egan. You won't see this in those cheap porn movies of yours."
"They are not mine!"
"Completely missing the point."
"Oh. OH! Ah, Corrine…"
"That's better."