The effect of the weed had altered Jane's senses pleasantly, this was her second time smoking and she was loving it. She felt at ease and on edge at the same exact time, The relaxation and anticipation.
She gave the joint to Calogero and he took it, their fingers brushing.
Jane heard him inhale and exhale the smoke, the sound weirdly domestic , like she was put on this earth to hear calogero smoke weed next to her. They were in her bedroom, lying sideways on her bed and smoking the weed Mario bought He was supposed to be smoking with them but he canceled their little get-together at the last minute.
He had shoved the bag of weed in Calogero's hands, going on about his girl being annoying and begging him to go shopping with her.
A breeze traveled through the open window and caressed Jane's skin. They had left the window open, in case her mom comes home and catches them.
She studied the stars, barely visible in the night sky, tiny dots of light scattered across the deep blue satin of the night sky. It filled her with a strange sense of melancholy of something she had never experienced.
Maybe it was the melancholy this moment would bring in the future.
She turned to her right to look at calogero found him already staring back at her. Her heart jumped in her chest as their eyes locked, soft brown meeting cruel black.
The silence felt heavy. Normally they could go for hours in total silence, so unlike Mario who had to complain about his life every single second. No, they were different. They didn't have to say a word to understand each other.
But now the silence that hung upon them made them restless, all the things they hadn't said threatening to overflow them.
Jane wanted to reach out and touch his face. Instead she grabbed the joint hanging from calogero lips and tore her gaze from his.
Calogero chuckled and turned his head too. She smoked long puffs, trying to calm herself. Her high was beginning to fade and her mind to sharpen. She didn't want to think. Not now.
The feeling of a light caress against her thigh made her jump. She stared at calogero hand resting on top of her exposed thigh, lazily stroking her skin with his thumb.
"My mom..," Jane throat closed up and she had to cough to make her voice even. " My mom will be home soon... we should stop. "
"Seriously?" Calogero said after a pause, his tone sounded disappointed.
She must have forgotten mentioned it with the tension but she needed to say something, anything. His hand was still on her thigh, pulling her back to reality, calloused fingers stroking her skin. She fought back the urge to groan at the feeling.
" yes, she went out drinking with some friends she should be back by now."
Suddenly the electric feeling of his touch ceased and Jane realized he had taken his hand from her thigh. Calogero reached out for her free hand and took it in his, wordlessly. Jane looked at him in question. He was looking at her through half lidded eyes. His hair was falling on his face, his usual slicked back hair became undone.
" why didn't you tell me this earlier, we could've went to my parents place?"
" I'm sorry I seriously forgot, I'm really sorry if I ruined our evening.."
"No, don't apologize you didn't."
Cal intertwined their fingers. He was stepping too close to the fire now.
" seriously im so sorry."
The joint in her hand had almost burned out, ashes falling to the ashtray next to her. Calogero sat up on his elbows and took the cigarette from her, leaving it to burn out on the ashtray. She squeezed his hand, still holding her and he squeezed it back.
" Don't be, we can do this another day."
"No.. I want to now." Jane said, the moonlight falling on the side of her face
Before he could say anything Jane's lips were on his.
Months of unsureness and pining were behind that kiss. Calogero's hands were on the sides of her face, as he kissed her with a passion that made Jane felt like she was high again. Jane pulled him closer, tugging on the collar of his shirt so he gets the hint . She opened her mouth and Cal groaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking past her parted lips. A life changing noise to Janes ears and. It felt like it was from another universe, another world. Now her world only had Cal in it.
She wrapped her hands around Cals he got on top of her, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders under her palms. Jane let out a choked moan when he bit her bottom lip. Her lips burned and she didn't want him to stop kissing her, pulling him closer until their torsos were flat against each other. Calogero moved his hips, rocking against her, the friction having both of them hold their breath. Her heart beat loudly and she was almost ashamed at the thought that Cal might hear its crazy tempo.
"I have wanted to do this for so long," he whispers in between kisses, every kiss a reasurance than there will be many more kisses for them to share.
Jane could feel the pressure of want down in her belly. She was wet and needy and wanted him more than anything. Calogero's hips ratted against hers, his erection pressing against her through their clothes. Jane was desperate, already wet and bothered. It was not enough. Jane slided her hand down their bodies, reaching for the hem of Cal's pants.
Suddenly, Cal pulled away from her lips. Jane whined, trying to pull him back down at her. His breathing was hard as he pressed his forehead against hers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his breath on her face. The smell of the weed they had shared lingered on his breath, along with the spicy aroma of cinnamon.
His hand caressed the side of her face, moving away strands of black hair that had fallen on her face. The gesture was soothing, calming the war that had been happening inside of her since he first touched her.
The moment is so intimate it feels fake. It is as if She gazes at someone else's memories, as if she is reading a scene in a novel and not actually experiencing it. She knows he feels it too.
"Are you sure?." Calogero whispered.
She knows what he means. You are too important for me to lose you if we do this. I don't want things to change between us, She nods.
"I don't have any condoms."
"I can always take a pill."
Calogero's throat felt dry. He hid his face on her chest, listening to her wild heartbeat that competes with his own.
"I have never done this before." He says
"Good to know I am not the only virgin here."
He laughed, surrendering to her. He looked at her again and his heart melts in his chest. He has never looked as beautiful as she does now.
"You really want to do this? With me?"
Calogero asks in disbelief, like it is beyond his wildest dreams she would want to have sex with him. It is Mario the one girls swoon over. Never him.
"I have been touching myself every night thinking of you. Thinking of this."
His heart swelled with a mix of pride and lust. He kissed her again and it was everything the books predict. Fireworks and the chorus of a pop song playing in the soundtrack. No. It was even better, because it was her.
Calogero's fingers played with the hem of her shorts, sliding it down her legs slowly. Cal sits up a little and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Jane bit her lip, as she watched the way his muscles flexed, as he took off the top of his uniform and threw it behind his back, throwing it on the floor. Jane reached out her hand, fingers cascading down his abs.
Calogero closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He gently took Jane's hand and brought it to his lips, brushing them against her knuckles. He got back on top of her, leaving trails of kisses along her collarbones. He pinned her hand to the mattress, his hand curling around her small wrist.
"Show me how you touch yourself."
Jane felt every muscle in her body tense at the sound of his demand. His eyes were so dark she could get lost to them. Her cheeks burned as her free hand traveled down her body, shakey finger pulling her panties to the side.
"No." Her fingers froze at the sound of his voice. "Take them off. I want to see all of you."
Slowly she dragged her panties down her legs, teasing him. She was completely bare, opening her legs more to allow him a better view of her slick folds. Calogero's gaze was hungry as he stared at her, like a starved predator looking at the most delicious prey that was offering itself to him. Jane's finger came in contact with her clit, goosebumps creeping on her skin. Holding his gaze she pushed a finger inside of her, letting out a raw, almost pornographic moan. Calogero's hand tightened around her wrist.
She pulled her finger out and pushed it back inside slowly. She was so wet she was dripping in the sheets of her bed. Calogero's eyes were focused on her and every inch of her body was set alight.
Suddenly, Jane felt her tank top being yanked off of her, exposing her bare breasts to the chilling night air. Cal lifted her top to her collarbones, cursing himself for not noticing she wasn't wearing a bra.
He bended his head, leaving a kiss in between her breasts, folding the soft skin in his big hands. His thumbs brushed over her nipples making her toes curl. "Want me to play with your tits for you?"
"Y-yes."
Sweat coats her skin as she pushed a second finger the exact moment Calogero licked her nipple. It felt so good, finally being touched. She wished it was his fingers inside of her.
"Put another finger in you."
Jane groaned in frustration. He should be the one to fuck her with his fingers. Nonetheless she followed his order. She had never put three fingers inside of her before. The stretch stinged only for a moment and then the stimulation of Calogero's mouth and hands on her hitted her like a wave.
"Like that baby, stretch yourself out for me."
Jane mewled, her hips buckling up in desperation. She was so close, she could feel the beginning of her orgasm creeping on her senses. Calogero flicked her nipple with his tongue before nipping on it softly, the sudden gesture driving Jane over the edge. Her head fell back on the mattress, as wave and wave of pleasure erupted inside of her. She faintly heard herself cry out Calogero's name like a chant.
The embarrassment hitted her once the aftermath of her orgasm ended. Calogero kissed her neck, gently tagging on her wrist and making her remove her slick fingers from inside of her. He brought her hand to his mouth, licking the slickness that coatted her fingers.
"You are so gross." Jane ignored the way his gesture made her mouth dry. "Since when were you domineering?"
Calogero chuckled, letting go of her hand and proceeding to take off her tank top completely, admiring her nude body. "You are so beautiful, Jane."
"I know, are you going to fuck me or just watch again?"
Calogero hummed as he got out of bed. Jane watched as Calogero unzipped his pants, dropping them on the floor. She held her breath when his black briefs got off too, feeling her entire body heat up in anticipation of what was to come.
Calogero got back into bed, kneeling in between her open legs. The silence that surrounded them was electric, at any moment something would explode. Finally Jane broke the silence.
"Your dick is big."
Calogero laughed awkwardly and joked. "Are you high?"
" Maybe, i don't know the point still remains. Your dick is big."
He raised his shoulders, embarrassed. "I don't know how to respond to that."
"Hmm.. something like oh thanks Jane, I know because it is difficult to walk with it between my legs, here let me put it inside of you."
"You are really impatient," Calogero got on top of her, his tall form almost engulfing her.
"we don't have much time, my mom could be back any minute now" she rolled her eyes.
"God, I Forgot... let's not waste time then" Calogero silenced her with a kiss. She could feel the smile on his lips as they kissed and she couldn't help but smile too.
In the kiss, Jane moved her leg, feeling bold and wanting to put it around Calogero's waist, when the tip of his cock brushed against her thigh in the process, The contact made Calogero groan in her mouth, silenced by their kiss.
Calogero pulled away, slightly out of breath. "Are you uncomfortable? Do you want a pillow or something?"
"N-no I'm good." Jane replied a bit hasty. Her head was filled with a million thoughts and not one of them was if she needed a pillow.
"Are you scared?" His voice was sweet, his question even sweeter. "If you don't want to do this-"
"I am not scared." Her voice was steady. Jane was sure of what she wanted and what she wanted was him. "Please."
Even if Calogero tried he couldn't resist her. He shifted a little, sitting up and grabbing his length in hand. Jane watched as Calogero pumped himself slowly, moaning a-bit. She clenched around nothing at the sight in front of her, so empty it physically pained her. Calogero held himself in one hand as he positioned the tip of his cock in her wet opening. Jane held her breath. Calogero tried to breathe normally, his dick throbbing painfully.
"Are you ready?" He asked, awaiting for her affirmation.
" yes ." Jane's hips moved up, grazing his tip.
"If it hurts, tell me to stop."
It was his final notice before he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Jane bit her lip. She was already so wet he could slip right in with one push, but Calogero pushed inch by inch. He cursed under his breath, as he held himself completely still, allowing time for Jane to get used to the feeling of him inside of her.
The burn of being stretched was annoyingly getting in the way of the pleasure of having sex with Calogero. Her hands that were around his shoulders, held on for dear life as Cal bottomed out completely inside of her, hissing out every curse in the book. Jane wanted to scream but instead dugged her nails in the flesh of his back.
Calogero buried his face in the crook of Jan's neck, inhaling her scent and trying to calm himself down. She was so warm, so tight, so perfect around him all he wanted to do was pump into her, to fuck her hard and when he finished to fuck her again.
"Does it hurt?" He managed to ask.
Jane wanted to make a joke, to play it off cool as to not worry him. "Yes."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. Calogero kissed her shoulder and neck, quiet kisses that made her heart flutter. She could feel him shaking, trying to composure himself and so she hugged him tighter.
"You feel so good. God, can I move?"
Jane shook her head frantically. She had begun to get used to the stretch of him. Calogero moved his hips back a little, the feeling of moving inside of Jane so heavenly he could have cum right then. He slammed back into her, unable to control himself. Jane's nails left a bloody trail of scratches in his back, one for each finger.
"Shit, I am so sorry Jan-"
"It's fine, just...slower."
Calogero left a quick peck on her lips as a reassurance, reaching out for her hands and holding them tight. He moved again, this time slow and calculated. This time it didn't hurted. It actually felt almost good. Calogero moved in that agonizingly slow pace, as Jane got more used to the foreign feeling of him inside of her. Jane jolted as a finger brushed over her clit, Calogero's thumb pressed lightly on her most sensitive part. Slowly the pleasure overcame the sting of pain and Jane had almost completely got used to the stretch.
"You can go faster now," Jane whispered, letting out a moan when Calogero completely bottomed out inside of her, feeling her so thoroughly.
He didn't answer, only repositioned himself better, by putting his forearms against the mattress to support himself. He moved his hips faster, making Jane let out a low moan. She looked at him as he picked up his pace, careful not to hurt her with his actions again. Calogero was panting, strands of black hair falling on his face, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. She took his face in her hands and kissed him.
"Does it feel good?"
"Y-yes," Jane looked down at their joint bodies, Calogero's hand on her clit, drawing lazy circles that drove her crazy.
"I am glad. You feel so fucking good, I don't think I will ever be able to recover frrom it."
Jane was panting herself now, moving her hips against Calogero's. Cal grabbed her thigh, making it curl around his lower back, hitting an even deeper part inside of Jane. He brushed over every part of her and the combination of this and the stimulation on her clit was driving her mad.
"Cal..." She moans
"Fuck, say my name again."
"cal," she panted, hooking her other leg around his back, pulling him by the hips, closer to her. The sound of the bed squeaking with every thrust of Calogero and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Jane moaned loudly when calogero's thumb moved faster on her bundle of nerves. She squeezed down at him and Calogero's hips jerked, his rhythm gone.
"I won't last long," Calogero cried out, his expression blissful as he slammed against her inviting heat over and over, his thrust sloppy and fast.
"M-me too," Jane could feel herself spasm around his cock, a second orgasm so different from the ones she had before overcoming her. With one almost brutal thrust of Calogero she came, arching her back like a cat.
"Fuck," Calogero cursed, shoving his entire lenght in her, his own orgasm follosing short after jane's. He pumped into her as he came, his tip leaking inside of her, before he could pull away.
"Fuck, fuck-" Calogero pulled away completly, cumming on her belly with a grutal moan.
Jane's chest was heaving, trying to catch her lost breath. Her belly was covered in Calogero's cum, some of her leaking from her entrance as well. It was so fucking hot, if her limps weren't like jello she would have asked for a second round.
"Are you cold? Do you want a blanket?" Calogero's voice cracked as he spoke. Jane shook her head, too lost in the bliss of the orgasm to talk properly. She felt her body ache, the feeling after you worked out after a long time of sitting around.
"Wait a second." Calogero got up, getting lost in the door of her bathroom. He returned with a damp towel, kneeling in front of Jane's open legs and cleaning the mix of blood and cum on her. Jane hissed at the feeling of her too sensitive skin against the warm towel, cleaning the inside of her thighs and her belly.
" I made a mess on you," Calogero's cheeks were flushed red.
"Did you like it?"
"No." Jane mused. "It was horrible. Worst experience of my fucking life."
Calogero ignored her sarcasm. "Did I…Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?"
Jane raised her head from the mattress. "Cal, the average man typically cannot last longer than two minutes on his first time. Now I don't know how much you lasted but it was damn enough. You don't have to worry about being rough."
"But was I?" He got into bed, laying next to her.
Jane curled herself in his side, Calogero's hands locking around her body. "You weren't. It only hurted for a second. You were a real gentleman. Took care of me. Thank you."
He hid his face in her hair, hugging her close. They were both sweaty but it didn't matter. They had waited for those moments for so long.
A cold breeze traveled through the open window and Jane realized they had let it open. She fretted at the thought that others may have heard them, already imagining the punishment she would have to face. They weren't exactly quiet.
"Are you sure you are not cold?" Calogero asked, playing with her hair.
"I am fucking burning. Maybe we should take a shower to cool off." She teased, craning her neck to look at him and closing her eye at him playfully.
She found him starring at her at her fondly. His hands still caressing her short hair. Her heart almost stopped. Jane knew what he was about to say, what was about to happen.
"Jane, I…"
"Don't say it." Jane cut him off. Things were complicated enough without saying it out loud.
Calogero nobbed sharply. He hugged her, his chest moving with each breath and soothing something inside of Jane.
"If your Mom asks why I slept here, tell her me and my parents had a fight."
"Alright.. " she yawns after she spoke.
"Go to sleep Jane." Calogero kissed the top of her head. He couldn't hide his smile, as he kept her close.
Jane closed her eyes, her body relaxing and falling asleep in the arms of the man she loved most