Deflowered

His glasses was smudged, his braces were so tight,
He sat in the corner of the room alone,
When I walk towards him his face was so bright,
Blushing like a little school girl on the phone.
I sat beside him, brushing my thigh against his,
Leaning in closer I whispered in his ear,
“Do you know where a quiet room in here is?
The noise of the party I just can’t bear.”

The look on his face was one of surprise,
He held on to my hand with such tender care,
To the pool house where no one could hear his cries,
We went in to have our secret affair.
He sat on the bed looking so afraid,
He’s a virgin, I thought, I must deflower,
I straddled him, noticing his eyes were jade,
Oh how I love having all this power.

Before I knew it I was on my back,
I’ve never seen clothes taken off that fast,
Zipped of my dress he held onto my rack,
Kissing my neck then my thighs then my ass.
He ripped off my fishnets, my panties gone,
I’ve never felt scared and turned on the same time,
He was the king in this game, and I a pawn,
This was no boy but a man in his prime.

With expert hands he sheath his member in rubber,
He licked my back and made kisses down my spine,
I felt like running away but couldn’t blunder,
When suddenly, he entered me from behind.
He moved at a steady pace, he’d done this before,
My moans moved in crescendo from each thrust,
Then, when his tempo picked up even more,
I felt like a new person I did not trust.

This awkward boy with his glasses and braces,
Manhandled me in bed like I was the virgin,
Now I feel like I am in his good graces,
Brought to ecstasy, no longer urging.
I lay on his chest trying to catch my breath,
Noting the contrast of his light skin to mine,
Rubbing my back to sooth me, said his name was Seth,
“Did I hurt you?” he asked gently “No, I’m just fine.”