V Card Collector
Not surprisingly, game night plans fizzled out after my blow up at Zac. No one really wanted to deal with that again, and I couldn’t blame them. At least Zac and Bella had the sense to stay away from our suite that night. There was no possible way I could deal with them right then.
I realized, as I was brooding in my room, that I still had those magic cards Zac had mentioned. I still had so many of his things in my room, and I suddenly wanted none of them around me anymore. Maybe I was overreacting, because I knew we weren’t dating, but this still felt like a breakup. With breakups came the phase when you have to give everything back, and I decided it was time for that phase.
The problem was that meant facing Zac.
There was no way I could do that. While I crammed his t-shirts, Magic cards, books and CDs into plastic shopping bags, I tried to figure out some way to give his stuff back without having to see him. I couldn’t take them to his suite because there was a chance that he would answer the door. As ridiculous as it seemed to walk across campus when Zac lived just two floors above me, I decided I would have to take his things to Taylor. The chances of him being at Taylor’s apartment were significantly lower, so I felt safest going there, even if I did dread what Taylor would have to say to me.
Once I had thrown everything of Zac’s that I could find into three plastic bags, I walked across campus to Sitlington. Along the way, I sent Taylor a text to let me in and thankfully he was already waiting by the door when I arrived.
“Are you considering a career as a bag lady?” Taylor asked as he held the door open for me. “It’s not a very good look for you.”
“Douchebag isn’t a good look for you either, yet you insist on wearing it,” I shot back, shoving my way past him.
“I look good in anything I wear,” he replied, following me down the hallway and stretching out his long arm to open his apartment door for me. Once we were inside the apartment, he said, “Okay, what the hell is this all about?”
I sighed, heaving my bags onto the couch and sitting down. “I didn’t want to see Zac, so I figured I would bring you all his stuff, and you can give it back to him.”
“Is this because he’s getting in Tri Delta Dawn’s pants?”
“Eww,” I replied. “Just… eww. Don’t remind me. But yes, it is.”
“Somebody’s jealous,” Taylor said in a sing-song voice. “Come on, it’s not like you were doing him. Be glad you weren’t, too. You’d probably catch something that slut gave him.”
“I thought you wanted her,” I said. “You were drooling over her when she moved in.”
Taylor sat down next to me. “I’m allowed to drool. She’s hot, but she’s not really my type.”
“I thought your type was any girl with a pulse,” I said.
“Har, har,” Taylor replied. “And yet, I haven’t gotten with you. Should we check you for a pulse?”
I noticed Taylor was scooting closer to me and I leaned away from him. “I have a pulse, thank you very much. And standards far too high to ever sleep with you.”
“That hurts, Georgie,” he said, holding his hand over his heart. “That really hurts. Cuts me deep.”
“I’m sure it does,” I replied, trying to ignore the way it made me feel when he called me Georgie. I always like it better than when Zac called me George, but right then it felt… well, I didn’t have a word for how it felt, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
“You know, Georgie,” Tay said, reaching out to run his fingers through my hair. “I get that you’re mad at Zac. I get that this really hurts. And you wanna lash out at him. But when you do, it doesn’t change anything and it just makes him want to do the opposite of what you want him to do. But you know what would work on him?”
“What?” I asked, hating the way I leaned into his touch. It was surely just because no one but that stupid drunk frat guy had touched me in forever.
“Make him jealous, too.”
Before I had time to process all of Taylor’s words and figure out what he meant, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. They weren’t soft and pillowy like Zac’s had been those few times we had kissed as kids, but they felt nice. Strong. Confident. When he parted my lips with his tongue, he tasted like spearmint. He had always chewed spearmint gum, and I used to hate the way he smacked it so loudly. I used to hate everything about Taylor, so why was I letting him kiss me?
“Taylor,” I said, shoving him away from me. “I’m not going to make Zac jealous, because he is never, ever going to know that you just kissed me.”
He smirked. “Think of it as killing two birds with one bone. Make him jealous and get rid of that pesky little virginity, too.”
“I get that you’re trying to collect the full set of V cards at OSU, but it’s just not going to happen,” I replied, backing away from Taylor and crossing my arms.
He inched closer to me and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck. With his lips so close they were almost touching my skin, he said, “Look, it’s no big deal to be a college sophomore and still be a virgin. So what? But I can tell it’s hanging over your head, so… why not? We don’t have to tell anyone.”
I wanted to argue that I wasn’t really a virgin, but I was. The things Zac and I had done as teenagers–some of which I had repeated with the couple of guys I’d dated since then–didn’t really count. Plus, it had only happened once before we decided it was way too weird. Much like our first kiss when we were eleven, we had both admitted during our freshman year of high school that we wondered what sex was like. We didn’t make it past some awkward groping and a really bad blow job before we decided to never, ever do that again. I was pretty sure Taylor knew about all of that anyway, but if he didn’t, I certainly didn’t need to give him another reason to mock me.
He had a point about my virginity, though. Why was I still hanging onto it? Zac wasn’t a virgin. We weren’t going to have a magical first time together. Why not just get my virginity out of the way so I had one less thing to worry about and be mocked for?
“Okay,” I said, still barely believing that I was agreeing to this. “I guess… but only if we don’t tell Zac.”
“Deal,” Taylor said, standing up and offering his hand to me. The smile on his face scared me… and turned me on a little.
In spite of the voice in my head screaming at me that this was insane and there was absolutely no way I should be sleeping with Taylor, I let him lead me toward his bedroom. It was a little messy and he had to shove a pile of clothes off his bed onto the floor before patting the bed for me to sit down, but I really didn’t care about the mess. As bad as it sounded, I just cared about getting this over with.
“Relax,” he said, pulling me closer to him so our legs were touching. “This isn’t gonna work if you don’t relax. I would like for you to actually enjoy having sex with me, you know.”
“Yeah, well…” I mumbled, staring at Taylor’s lips.
I wasn’t sure how I had planned on finishing that sentence, but it didn’t matter, since Taylor leaned in and kissed me again. This time I let myself kiss him back, glad that Taylor was so confident, almost forceful. It was easy to follow his lead and just mirror whatever he did. I didn’t really understand why he would want me, but evidently he did. Taylor wasn’t exactly picky about who he slept with. He just liked sex. I didn’t have to be that good for him to be happy… I hoped.
“Georgie…” Taylor mumbled, easing me back until I was laying underneath him. His hand started to creep under my shirt and it made me shiver. “Why are you so nervous? I mean, besides… the obvious…”
I shrugged. “That’s basically why, I guess.”
“Well, don’t be,” he said. He grabbed my hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans, forcing me to feel that he was already very, very turned on. “I want this. And I hope you do, too.”
“I do,” I said, surprising myself with how much I meant it and how breathless I sounded.
That was the last little bit of reassurance Taylor needed, I supposed. He descended on me again, his lips latching onto my neck as his hand continued to creep up my ribs and into my bra. His other hand guided mine to unbutton and unzip his pants, then slipped it inside his boxers. He was burning hot and huge, and knowing that I had caused that reaction really turned me on.
“Fuck, Georgie…” he breathed out, and I moaned softly at how good it sounded to hear him say my nickname like that. He nudged my shirt upward and asked, “Do you think we can take this off?”
I nodded, not really trusting myself to speak, and scrambled to sit up so that Taylor could pull my shirt over my head. Before I even had time to be embarrassed about so much of my skin being exposed to him, Taylor’s hand snaked around my back and unhooked my bra. I could only watch with wide eyes as he descended on my breasts, his tongue darting out to lick my nipple. That was something Zac hadn’t done at all the one time we had–no. I didn’t need to think about Zac right then. I needed to focus on Taylor… and the fact that his hand was creeping in between my legs.
“Tay…” I gasped out, tangling a hand in his hair to try to get his attention.
His eyes flickered up to me, looking positively wicked. “Yeah? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“W-what are you thinking?” I was almost afraid to know, but I had to ask.
“That it’s time for these pants to go,” he said, popping the button on my jeans. “I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.”
I couldn’t really argue with that. I wouldn’t have admitted it to him, but I did want to see the part of Taylor I had just touched. I gave him a nod that I hoped didn’t look too eager and lifted my hips up to wiggle my jeans down. My eyes were trained on Taylor as he stood up and pushed both his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs. It took a little effort, and a hop that I would have laughed at under any other circumstances, to finally free him from his ridiculously tight jeans. Once he finally stepped out of them, I let myself stare.
He was huge. There was no way this was going to work.
“Come on, Georgie,” he said, chuckling. “You’re going to need to take those panties off, too.”
I blushed, but did as he said. At least Taylor had the decency to turn his back to me while I took my panties off and tossed them into the floor. I realized, when I saw him digging through his top dresser drawer, that he was probably looking for a condom. Sure enough, when he turned back around and gave me a smile, he was waving a little blue package held between his fingers.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked, nervously pulling my legs up toward my chest.
Taylor crawled across the bed toward me, set the condom packet down at my side and nudged my legs apart. I let my hair flop over my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at him as he settled in between my legs, one hand pressed against my inner thigh. “Georgie. If you don’t want to do this, we can stop. Just say the word.”
“Is it bad that I just really want to get it over with?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not great for my self esteem,” Taylor replied.
“Believe me, your self esteem needs to be dialed back to more normal levels,” I said.
“Maybe,” he said, letting his hand creep between my legs, one finger trailing through the wetness I was ashamed to admit he had caused. “And maybe not. This is definitely helping with the self esteem, though.”
“Yeah, yeah…” I replied, but it came out more like a moan, which didn’t help my case at all.
Taylor chuckled as he slid his finger in and out of me. “Now you’re just being silly. I can see right through you.”
“Can you not… talk so much?” I gasped out as he added a second finger.
“As you wish,” Taylor replied, leaning down and pressing his lips to my neck as he continued to finger me.
This was absolutely surreal, but I was forced to admit–at least to myself–that it did feel good. Really, really good. As much sex as Taylor bragged about having, I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was so talented. The fact that it was Taylor Fucking Hanson causing me so much pleasure was something I would just have to try to forget.
“Are you ready?” He mumbled against my neck, bringing me back to reality. As if it wasn’t obvious what he meant, I felt him reaching for the condom.
“I–umm,” I stuttered out, looking into Taylor’s eyes. I couldn’t look at them for long. Glancing away, I nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
With my head still turned, I could only hear Taylor ripping the condom package open. I definitely didn’t want to watch him put it on, so I kept my head turned until he nudged my chin and forced me to look at him.
“It’s alright,” Taylor said softly, cupping my chin and leaning down to kiss me.
While he kissed me, he inched closer to me. My back was already up against the headboard, so I had no room to scoot away from him. I didn’t really want to, even if I was nervous. Taylor lifted my legs and re-positioned me so I was sort of sitting in his lap while he leaned over me. He pulled me toward him with one hand, his other hand pressed against the wall by my head, until I could feel his dick touching me. It made me shiver. I was vaguely aware of Taylor telling me again to relax, but I didn’t really process his words. He had thrust into me, and even though he was being gentle, it did hurt.
“Stop,” I said. When I saw the panic on Taylor’s eyes, I added, “N-not… completely. Just… can you wait a second?”
“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied, grinning.
I ignored how cheesy he was and just tried to relax. After a few deep breaths, I did feel my body relaxing, the tension fading away and the feeling of Taylor inside of me actually starting to be a good thing.
A very good thing.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?” Taylor repeated and I nodded.
Taylor built up his rhythm gradually, obviously trying not to hurt me any more than he already had. Somehow, I found that really sexy. It was nothing compared to watching him move above me, though, the muscles in his arms tensing and his bottom lip quivering. I focused on his lips and the perfect shape of them as Taylor continued to thrust in and out of me.
“God, Georgie…” He moaned, and I thought it was absolutely absurd that someone as inhumanly beautiful as him could think I was the reason this felt so good.
The realization that he did and that he really was enjoying this every bit as much as I was only turned me on more, though. As much as I wanted to focus on watching him, my vision began to blur and the room grew unbearably hot. I was only somewhat aware of Taylor letting out a string of curse words as my body filled with pleasure like never before.
I snapped back to reality when Taylor pulled away from me and stood up to toss the condom in his trash can. As I watched him, completely naked, the reality of what we had done hit me. I dove into the floor to retrieve my clothes and hurriedly began to redress.
Taylor spun back around to face me as I was buttoning up my jeans. “What’s the rush, sweetheart?”
“I just… umm… I need to go. I’m sure everyone is wondering where I am,” I stuttered out.
“And you’re not going to tell them.”
I shook my head. “I think it’s probably best if we don’t tell anyone about… this.”
“Alright,” he replied with a shrug, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely happy about it.
He didn’t protest as I finished dressing and gathering up my cell phone and keys, which had both managed to end up in his floor. Taylor didn’t speak again until my hand was on the door knob.
“But you know, Georgie, if things don’t work out between you and Zac…”
I walked out of his room and slammed the door behind me before he could finish that sentence.