*This chapter contains adult content*
They were now on Meredith's couch, a big bowl of popcorn on Derek's lap, his feet were up the coffee table. Meredith was snuggled to his side under a little blanket, her legs propped up the lounge. On the tv was Top Gun playing: Maverick©, a movie they both loved. Derek was in to anything with speed or competition, it didn't matter if it were cars, fighter jets or a simple football game. As long as it was manly and didn't involve too much drama or romance it was fine for him. Meredith was a secret sucker for romance, she loved Dirty Dancing © and The Lucky One © for example, although she would never admit that out loud. So, she kept it a secret and would settle with Derek for an action movie, something they both seemed to enjoy.
After her breakdown earlier that day she had managed to calm down, she didn't like crying but, in the end, it helped to ease away the sharp edges. Working in a hospital was keeping her grounded, both foot on the floor, grateful that she was able to help many with situations which seemed hopeless but it also meant she had to deal with unfair losses. In the back of her mind there was still a bit of sadness, nobody deserved to be taken away too soon, life itself could be cruel and unfair. It was these losses that made her want to become a better doctor, made her want to work harder and achieve more. And how hard it may seem, it was in these cases where her love for helping people had been born.
She was around the same age as Steffie was when she figured she wanted to become a doctor. Having Ellis Grey as a mom had its perks, she had been in the hospital from a very young age, being able to watch surgeries from the gallery most of her fellow interns were still dreaming to see. When she had told her mom that she wanted to become a doctor, a surgeon to be more precise, Ellis had questioned it immediately. She was sure Meredith wouldn't be able to get herself through med school, she was too unfocussed, wasn't smart enough and mostly she wasn't hard enough. She had too many feelings, she looked too much like her dad according to her mom.
All the doubts her mother reflected on her resulted in Meredith wanting to prove her wrong, showing her, she was a capable and smart woman. So that was what she did, from high school to college, Meredith was on top of her class. Her focus was on school, therefor she wasn't an exact outcast but also wasn't the most popular girl in school. During the year all her focus was on getting high grades, it wasn't until she about to finish high school that she came to realisation that there was more to life than studying. So, during the last summer break before college she got in to partying, starting with small parties, drinking beer and punch. She learned that alcohol was a great way for her to let loose, to become a version of herself which other people seemed to enjoy. A version guys were in to; she was giggly, able to flirt and made witty comments, all under the slight influence of alcohol. Back in those days she was a lightweight, tipsy from just a couple of red cups.
It was during the one of the last weekends that summer that she met James Goswick, he was three years older than she was. He was a nice and funny guy, kind of honourable for a guy that age, he had made it clear from the beginning that he wanted more from her. For the next two weeks he was being a real gentleman, he made it seem like what they had was special, that there could be more for them. Thinking back now, she knew she was misled, but back in the day she didn't understand that he was simply after her V-card. She thought they had something more than a casual fling, she thought that she wanted to give him her virginity, all her friends were having sex, so she thought it was normal.
She was nervous as hell but also determined, it was the last Saturday before she would go to college, after that night they wouldn't be able to see each other for months. The prospect of not seeing each other for a long time made her do it, she wanted to give her virginity to him. She had a little bit more to drink than the other nights, slightly more intoxicated than other nights. When he had taken her upstairs to a room, she had followed him willingly. He wasn't soft and sweet, he wasn't thinking about her, he was doing it for him. From start to finish it took about 10 minutes, her pants barely had left her bottom before he had pushed himself in to her, within minutes he had come, pulled up his pants and had left her to party on. To say it was an anticlimax was an understatement, she felt dirty and gross after the deed. That was the last time she ever heard or seen James Goswick, the prick.
It was so different with Derek; he made her his number one priority in bed. She didn't have to wonder if she would come, he made sure she did. It also made her curious..
She decided that she wanted to know more and wanted to ask him some questions. 'Derek?'
'What, Mer?' he said, looking over at her, then immediately over to the television where a rather exciting part of the movie was playing now. 'O, man, that's not fair!' he yelled mainly at the television rather then to her.
'What was your first time like?´ she tried to ask innocently.
He fell silent, letting the questions sink in, his eyes still focussed on the television. After a moment of hesitation, he paused the movie and turned to face her.
´It was good, I guess. It was a long time ago. Why do you want to know?' he cocked a brow at her.
'I was thinking about Steffie and all that she has to miss, all the first times she never gets to do. Then it made me think about my own first time, which made me think about your first time. It made me wonder what she was like and what made her the special one..' she let out a small giggle.
Derek smiled and sat back a bit more relaxed. 'Yeah. It was more than 15 years ago, but I do remember her. Olivia Smith, we went to the same school, were in the school band together. We dated for about a year before we decided that it was time, we were both virgins so it was actually quite special to be each other first. We got to a park with a big lake, it was summer, we laid out a small plaid and after some touching, we got to the making love.'
She smiled at him. 'That sounds cute and special, who knew you were a romantic at heart..'
That made him burst out laughing. 'Haha, I lasted for about two minutes. So much for being romantic. But I did found out I loved it, it felt like I was doing something I was always meant to do.'
She got a slight blush on her cheeks; she could vouch that he was doing something he was meant to do. 'What happened, between you two?'
'We were young, we dated for about two years, Olivia wanted more, marriage and a picket fence, I wasn't ready for that. We broke it of before I went to college. And instead of a wife, I went on to satisfy many women..' he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Including me she thought, it left a rather nasty taste in her mouth.
'But there is one woman, you know, I like to satisfy most. She is caring and sweet, and responsive.' he grabbed her close, his fingers trailing over her face, down her chin, his thumb stroking over her lower lip.
'So very responsive..' he breathed before he brought his mouth down on hers.
His lips were oh so sweet and a little salty due to the popcorn they had eaten. He was eager and persistent, like he was devouring his last meal. His hands went to the hem of her shirt, pulling it of quickly. There were times for slow and sweet but today he was all for quick and dirty. He wanted to let her forget about the shitty days, what better way than to take her mind of it completely.
He grabbed a fist full of hair pulling it down, exposing her neck to his touch. Moving his lips over her exposed skin, kissing and biting, his end of the day stubble was a little more present than she was used to, giving her skin a delightful tickle. Goosebumps erupting over her chest and arms.
He pulled open the front clasp of her bra, growling loudly, her nubs hard and ready. Oh, how he loved her breast, he could feast on them for hours. 'So, beautiful..' he murmured before sucking the tip in to his mouth.
She was losing it, the throb in her core was undeniable. She wanted the ache to be relieved, she needed to reach her peak. She was getting bolder with the second, grabbing his erection through his pants, opening the buttons of his jeans. Pulling his jeans down, giving his ass a firm squeeze, pushing her nails in to him.
His mouth moved lower over her abdomen, throwing the small blanket to the side, kissing everywhere he could reach. In one swift move her jeans and panties were gone, she gave a small squeal before laughing out loud. Oh, how she loved his boldness, it turned her on like nothing else.
And then there was silence, she knew his next move, she could feel it coming. She was waiting, utterly still, not wanting to move, to afraid that if she moved, he would move on to something else. But he wouldn't dare, this was his speciality, he loved giving this as much as getting it.
He waited and waited, it felt like an eternity, while in reality it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, end then he blew a soft warm breath over her wet folds making her buck her hips of the couch.
'Fuck.´ she moaned softly. He gave a long slow lick on her thigh, slowly moving closer to his main goal, little bundle of nerves between her folds. When he almost reached it, he turned and did the same to her other thigh.
Grabbing his hair she pulled him to her core, he laughed at her desperate move. ´Put your hands behind your head sweetheart.' he demanded.
When she didn't move, he repeated. 'I am going to pleasure you, Mer. But first you have to put your hands behind your head. Let me take care of you, I will make it good for you.'
Without hesitation her hands flew behind her head. 'That's it Mer.' he breathed against her core before he licked around her nub. Pushing her legs wide open, gaining all access he needed.
His lips were on her bud, sucking it, then smoothing over it with his tongue. Lapping it quickly, licking up and down. Her legs began to quiver, small vibrations of the muscles in her upper thighs.
'God, sweet Jesus.' she groaned, closing her eyes.
He pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them up, moving them repeatedly over her g-spot, hard and fast. With another hard suck on her clit, she fell over the edge. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, drinking all her juices. Tonguing her insides, moving in and out of her, his fingers rubbing small circles over the bundle of nerves. Letting her get down of her high slowly, prolonging it as long as possible.
With one last long lick he stood up. 'Get on your knees.' he urged her to move, her eyes opened, and she moved to sit on her knees on the ground before him.
Her head was close to his cock, if she moved a little, she would be able to take it in her mouth but she didn't dare.
He grabbed his cock, and moved his hand up and down his length, giving a small squeeze at the head.
'You look so stunning, Mer.' he looked at her with gentle eyes, he had been so demanding and dominant the last couple of minutes but now she couldn't see anything else but adoration at that exact moment. He was sweating slightly; his brows were a frowned together.
'Touch yourself, babe. Come together with me.' he almost pleaded.
She moved one hand to her breast, and the other to her core. She was looking up at him, watching him stroke himself was turning her on. She was dripping wet; it didn't take long before she got herself on the edge of complete bliss again.
'Please.' she begged him, while she held all strings in her own hands.
The moment he flew over the edge the first drips falling on her breast, her mouth was on him, thick hot spurts shooting deep in to her mouth. She wasn't far behind him with her own release.
It took a moment for him to regain posture, the shock of what had happened washed over him. It was so extremely dirty, and she was so sweet and innocent.
'I am so sorry, Meredith. I don't know what happened, I-I..' he was ashamed of himself. Quickly pulling out a Kleenex© to wipe of the remains of him of off her chest.
She was up in a heartbeat; her arms flew around him. 'Don't be. I liked it, Derek.' she took his head in her hands, making him look at her. He gave a small nod of understanding. Pulling him further in to sweet long hug, they stood in the middle of her living room for a long time, breathing each other in.
Maybe Meredith wasn't as sweet and innocent as it seemed.