18 and Naive

A huge thank you to LaRascasse and ftw752 for their generous help.

Reminder: This is a non-consent story, not a romance. I hope you enjoy it! - Roxy

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1. MUSCLE MEN

***MONICA***

I'm new to Santa Monica and getting my bearings. My neighbor Maggie tells me about a party at Jake's, where all the local muscle heads hang out. This is perfect for me. I've always been comfortable around bodybuilders and powerlifters. The lifters I've known have been great guys, so I trust them implicitly.

I change into a cute outfit—jeans miniskirt, little red top, and sandals. When we walk into the bar, I can feel men eye me like prime rib.

I'm tall and blond. People in high school used to call me Barbie, a nickname I hated. I downplay my looks with minimal makeup and casual clothes. Sometimes I get uncomfortable with the attention, but I've appreciated it lately, since I've been single.

I stand at the bar for about half a second when a gorgeous, tall bodybuilder saunters my way.

"Hi, I'm Luke."

"Hey Luke, I'm Monica."

"You're stunning."

"That's so sweet. Thanks."

"I haven't seen you around. Are you new here?"

"I am. Just moved here from Virginia."

"Lucky me. What brings you to a bar for muscle heads?"

"My boyfriend was a bodybuilder. So I'm kind of comfortable with this crowd, and in my experience bodybuilders are pretty nice guys."

"Where's your boyfriend tonight?"

I get sad but try to hide it; no one wants to be around a downer. "He died in a motorcycle accident six months ago. That's why I moved across the country—I couldn't handle the memories."

Luke looks sympathetic, and he gives my hand a squeeze. "Monica, that's terrible. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's ok. I'm learning to move on." I need to change the subject or I'm going to be back in my tiny apartment with a pint of Ben & Jerry's and a bag of Cheetos for the rest of the night crying over Kyle. "What's your deal? Anything I should know about? Wife? Girlfriend? STD?"

Luke laughs. "Negative on all of the above. Also negative on drugs, cigarettes, and dogs that aren't house-trained. And I can cook and do my own laundry."

"Those are all big selling points. Are you like the other guys here—a muscle head?"

"Yep. We're all competitive bodybuilders or powerlifters."

"How'd you get into it?"

"I played football in high school. But I liked training in the weight room more than I liked being on the field. When I got out of high school, I got serious about bodybuilding."

"That's funny. That's the path Kyle was on." I'm talking about Kyle again. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep bringing him up."

Luke puts his arm around my shoulders. "Don't apologize. It's still new. If you need to talk, I'm here." He's a nice guy.

I get misty-eyed. Luke tries to distract me by offering to buy me a drink.

"Thanks, but I'm not old enough."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 18, almost 19." With my height, I can pass for 21.

Luke insists. "That's old enough in California."

"It is?"

"Sure. All the rules are different in California. What would you like?"

"Um, whatever you have."

"Great, I'll get a couple shots. Something you'll like."

We do a few shots, and I'm warm and a little hazy. Luke snuggles his arm around my back. It feels warm and safe, like being with my boyfriend.

The alcohol has an effect, and heat radiates from every place Luke touches me. "May I have something a little less strong, like a Coke?"

"How about a rum and Coke? That'll help wash the shots down."

"I've had enough alcohol. I'd better switch to a plain Coke."

"Monica, I've been drinking a lot longer than you have, and I'm telling you, you need to transition to a couple mixed drinks then to straight soda. You could get sick if you don't."

"Whatever you think." I've never heard of that, but my boyfriend always took good care of me and looked out for my best interest. Luke reminds me a lot of Kyle, and I trust that Luke's a good guy too.

The alcohol is kicking in. It ramps up my sex drive. I haven't been with anyone since Kyle passed, and Luke seems like a great guy. He reminds me a lot of my old boyfriend—super nice guy, knows how to treat a lady, works hard to stay in shape, dedicated to his craft.

His hand skates toward my lower back as he asks me, "So what do you do—student?"

"I'm a waitress right now, hoping to start community college in the fall. I'd like to go to law school."

"Impressive. Remind me not to mess with you."

I'm buzzed, and I've made up my mind I want to sleep with this guy. There's a part of me that's screaming, This is too soon. You don't know this guy. But a bigger part of me is thinking, It's been a long time since Kyle. And Luke seems a lot like Kyle. I bet he's a great guy. It's time for me to move on. You can't stay celibate forever.

The horny, buzzed devil on my shoulder responds, "What if I want you to mess with me?"

"That's a different story. How do you want me to mess with you?"

"I'd like you to be creative."

His smirks. "I can take on that challenge. When were you thinking?"

"How about now?"

"C'mon." He takes my hand and leads me out of the bar.

What did I just say? What am I doing? I've never just gone home with a guy. Kyle's death is hitting me harder than I realize. I'm acting reckless. But it's true that Luke reminds me of Kyle, which makes me feel safe.

***MONICA***

Luke's car is on the far side of the parking lot, and when we get there he pushes me against the passenger side door. I'm shocked. I didn't expect him to be this aggressive. Through my rum-induced haze, I question whether he's the gentleman he seemed like in the bar, or whether I should head back in.

He leans into me and says, "I'm going to mess with you now."

I try to smile, but he has me off guard. "How?"

"You need a man's touch." He takes both my hips in his strong hands and pulls me toward him. He slides his hands up and runs them across my bare mid-drift while he nuzzles my collarbone. I love how his mouth feels under my chin until he runs his teeth down the sensitive underside of my neck. A welt follows the path of his teeth and stings my tender skin. He licks his way up until he gets to my mouth. He doesn't kiss me, but rests his lips on mine. My lips ache to be kissed, and I feel like he's teasing me by holding back.

He grabs my ass and pulls my pelvis into his erection. I am shocked by the feel of him. I didn't think we were going back to his place to play Monopoly, but I also didn't think he was going to grind himself into me in the parking lot.

"Feel what you do to me," he whispers into my ear. "I live 20 minutes from here. In 20 minutes, you're going to scream my name while I pound you with this."

This is moving too fast. But I am turned on. And I need a man's touch; it has been too long.

"Take your panties off."

"What?"

"Take your panties off."

"Now?"

"Yes."

There could be other people in the parking lot. "Here? In the parking lot?"

Luke's face turns hard. "Do it, or I'll do it for you."

I look around, afraid I'll be seen, then I reach under my skirt and pull down my white lace thong. He leans against me again so there's no question that I've made him hard.

He admires the minuscule fabric of the thong. The white lace screams innocence and girl. He embarrasses me when he takes a long sniff of my thong. "Mmm. Smells like sex. And woman. We're going to have a good time, sweetheart."

***MONICA***

Luke has put my thong in his jeans pocket, so I get in his car without it.

Kyle never moved this fast. Besides Kyle there was, well, no one. So I'm not sure whether this is how all guys act. It's overwhelming but kind of unexpected and fun.

Luke joins me in the car and gets demanding fast. "Pull your skirt up to your waist."

I love a man who knows what he wants, but Luke is intimidating. I remind myself that he's like Kyle and his buddies—a nice guy, though more aggressive. I'm also horny and—though I hate to admit it—drunk. I'm willing to do things I wouldn't ordinarily do.

I pull my skirt up and my vagina is exposed each time we go by a streetlight.

"Spread your legs, but don't touch yourself."

I do as he asks and am curious where this is going.

He turns on the air conditioning full-blast and points the vents straight at my crotch. I didn't realize I was already so wet until the air dries me out. How good that blast of air feels. It's blowing straight on my clit and making me want to massage it. The air blows the scent of my vagina into the air; I feel like the whole car smells like me. I'm embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

Luke pulls my legs apart so my knees splay, one touching the door, one touching the console. He's amused by my hair.

"You don't shave?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your pussy—you don't shave down there?"

"I shave my bikini line during the summer."

He chuckles. "You're just one big hairy bush. So innocent. In a couple years you'll be getting rid of all that shit."

I blush when he refers to my pubic hair that way. That's part of my body, and Kyle never minded.

Without moving his eyes from the road, Luke runs his hand along my inner thigh. His fingers are rough and calloused on my soft skin.

"Do you want me to play with your cunt?"

"What?"

"I said, do you want me to play with your cunt."

I've never heard anyone actually use that term, especially to refer to my body party. "Um, yes?"

Luke tweaks the hood until the sensitive bud pops out. He licks his fingers and reaches down to run circles around my clit. Pinching my clit, he mumbles what a naughty girl I am. My clit is sensitive, and his attention to it send me into overdrive. I moan and raise my butt off the seat, desperate for more friction. "Oh, that feels good."

"Are you a naughty girl?"

"No, just lonely."

"I think you're a naughty girl. I think you like it rough."

"Not really." I wish he would stop talking so I can enjoy the moment.

He shifts his hand so his thumb taps on my clit while he slides two fingers inside me. They are long, dry fingers. The invasion of them both at once takes my breath away. It feels good and is too much at the same time. I move my hand down to stop him, but by then he is working my vagina with his fingers, and I don't want him to stop. He slides his fingers in and out of me to a tempo that moves faster and faster to mimic the rise and fall of my hips.

I slow my hips down so he'll slow down his fingers, giving me the mesmerizing pressure that I need inside me. His finger on my clit slows down too, delaying my orgasm and prolonging my pleasure. He licks his fingers to make up for the drying air conditioner and brings his fingers and thumb back to my vagina and my clit. He bends his middle finger to the sensitive area in the front of my vagina. His thumb runs laps around my clit to the same rhythm as his fingers, and I am done for.

I grab his hand as I scream out my release. "Like that, yeah. Oh god, so good."

My cream lubes his seat as the world slows down. All that remains are his thumb and fingers, my clit and G-spot, all focused on making my body quiver and ache with pleasure. I am inarticulate, mumbling, "Yes, yes," and bucking into his hand to draw my orgasm out. This man knows what he's doing and won't stop until I'm all the way down. He reads my body well and can tell I'm going off again. He continues to pump me for more liquid, letting it ooze onto his fingers and the seat. He grinds into my clit with the extra pressure it now needs.

I throw my head back and am dimly aware of street lights passing by as my need explodes through the windshield and into the ether. My body soars out of the car and floats in a black tunnel, hanging in bliss and drifting through weightlessness. I haven't touched myself since Kyle. I needed sweet release. Luke has earned big points in my book.

I finish with, "Thank you, I needed that. Big time. You have no idea."

Luke laughs. "I do have an idea, because I need it too. And it's my turn."

2. ON YOUR KNEES

***MONICA***

After my orgasm, it took forever to get to Luke's house.

His roommate Jose left the place trashed: pizza boxes and beer cans litter the coffee table. Luke is embarrassed, but I don't care. Typical bachelor pad.

I am amazed at their collection of furniture. "Wow, you have three sofas and two recliners?"

"Yeah, this house is party central for my buddies."

"I see that."

"C'mon, let me show you where my room is."

Luke's room has a giant California king mattress with headboard, a night stand, and nothing else. He shuts the door and is all over me, kissing my neck and tearing my shirt over my head. He paws at my breasts with one hand long enough to give his other hand time to unhook my bra. My head spins with how fast he's moving. He unbuttons my jeans skirt and shimmies it down my hips, slapping my ass as soon as it's free.

"Ouch!"

"You've been a bad girl. It's time for me to punish you."

"What?"

"You can't come home with a random man and not expect some consequence." He smiles at me, a weird sharky smile that makes me uncertain whether he's joking.

"Please don't hurt me."

"As long as you do what I want, we'll be fine." He pulls the t-shirt over his head and drops his shorts in two smooth motions. He's commando. And shaved. "Get on your knees."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You want me to get on my knees?"

"If you don't suck my dick soon, I'm going to take what I need."

I'm shocked by his statement. "That sounded threatening."

"Not a threat, sweetheart, a promise."

I get on my knees in front of him. Part of me is uncertain what he'll do if I don't. I've given Kyle blow jobs before, but it's not exactly my specialty. He usually has to walk me through what he wants. I'm worried what Luke will do if he doesn't get what he wants.

He pushes my head toward his erect penis and hooks his thumbs on either side of my mouth to spread me open. This is happening. I tell myself that he doesn't mean to be as rough as he is. If I make him feel good he'll calm down a little.

Licking the precum off his dick, I'm brought up short by his flavor. He is salty and tastes like chemicals, maybe some sort of muscle enhancer. He has a strong sweaty odor, like he went to the bar straight from the beach or the gym. He groans when I put my tongue in his hole, so I play with him there for a little while.

He must be getting tired of that because he pushes my head toward his shaft. I run my tongue along his underside, where his precum has dripped and pooled. I lap it all up.

"Balls, baby, suck my balls."

I guess that's where I'm going next. I ease my mouth to his balls, first flicking my tongue all over, then taking them one by one in my mouth. His balls are all man, musky and ocean flavored. I roll them around in my mouth, cupping one ball while the other is in my mouth, then cupping the other ball while the second is in my mouth. I look up at him as I suck his scrotum. I want to see if I'm pleasing him. He has closed his eyes, and he has a half-smile on his face.

I lift his balls up and run my finger along the seam that runs back to his ass, then follow that with my tongue. That was something that drove Kyle crazy, and it has a similar effect on Luke. He moans, and his thighs shake. He spreads his legs to give me better access, so I run my tongue from his balls to his asshole several times. He pushes on the top of my head to signal me not to stop. Moving back up his balls, I rub them together and separate them from the scrotum. I love to suck on the loose skin until it pulls on him.

"Suck on my cock."

"Mm-hm." Got it.

I lick my way back up his shaft. Pulling his cock even with my face, I take the head in my mouth. I draw it in hard, creating a vacuum, and feel more precum come out. It's a matter of time before the real cum shoots out. I'm dreading that—I haven't figured out yet whether to spit or swallow, and I suspect Luke isn't the spit kind of guy. Kyle always kept a tissue nearby and would just come in that. I didn't see any boxes of tissue when we walked into Luke's room. And I don't know where the bathroom is if I decide to spit. I think I'm going to have to swallow. Please don't let me gag.

While sucking hard, I run my tongue along the ridge, flicking it and cradling the tender underside with the flat of my tongue. I suck on the sensitive V below his head, flicking my tongue back and forth. I dwell on it. I can tell he wants more, and I'm about to give it to him. But he's done waiting.

He grabs the back of my head and slams his dick as far as he can into the back of my throat. He's a big boy and won't fit all the way, but he can feel the pressure of my throat closing around the tip and sides. I'm gagging and coughing. Kyle never did anything like this to me. I'm unprepared for this.

He pushes and pulls himself in and out of my mouth, slower and then faster. "Fuck yeah, baby, open wide."

He fists my hair in his hand and anchors me to his cock, pushing himself deeper onto him. I'm struggling to reduce his fierce grip on my hair but also trying to pull my mouth off his dick. It's too deep. Tears pool in my eyes, and I gag around his head, but he will not back off. He slams it in, with me pushing against his thighs, coughing, gagging, trying to catch my breath.

He's sick of standing, so he pushes me down on the bed and falls on top of me, his groin pinning my head down. He shoves his cock back in my mouth and continues to go at me, except this time, he has better leverage and more power and force emanating from his pelvis. I push against his hips, his abs, anything I can reach, trying to get him off me. I slap his thighs to get his attention. Desperate, I kick my legs and try to buck him off me with my hips. He notices none of my distress.

His dick is big and slides deep into my throat. I'm beyond gagging and on the verge of vomiting. Tears course down my temples until finally, a relief for both of us, he comes. He comes in big, hardy spurts, his cock expanding with each load that makes its way up from his balls. He holds me by my neck, throws his head back, and yells out in release. It shoots deep down my throat. It taste a little like salt and has the feeling of multiple warm small raw eggs, but otherwise he shoots it too fast and too deep for me to have much sensation. There is no time to decide between spitting versus swallowing.

When he's done, he falls over onto his bed and drags his way to his pillow. I don't know what to do, so I crawl up next to him and slip under the comforter. He takes my cheek in one big hand and says, "Good job, baby." Then he falls asleep.

3. PANCAKES

***MONICA***

Luke is still asleep when I'm up and ready for breakfast. A late breakfast, because it's almost noon. I lie under the comforter for a while, but he doesn't wake up. I go to the bathroom, make a lot of noise, and still he doesn't wake up. I'm going to have to make breakfast for myself.

I go into the kitchen and poke around. He doesn't have enough eggs for both of us, but he does have enough supplies for pancakes. Pancakes it is.

I'm a decent cook and can make these from scratch. I throw the ingredients together and put them on to cook. I hear a sound from the back followed by, "Mm mm." I'm standing at the stove buck naked, when in walks a man who is not Luke.

I go to cover myself, except my pancakes are ready to turn, so I say, "Wait a minute, turn around!" and I flip the pancakes.

Holding a kitchen towel over my breasts, I demand, "Who are you?"