Chapter 2: Virginity Claimed
The house was exactly as terrifying as Abigail had imagined, a hulking Victorian silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. Gnarled oak trees clawed at the shingles. Codi’s knuckles were white as she death-gripped the steering wheel, pulling her beat-up sedan to a stop behind a matte black motorcycle.
“We can still go,” Abigail whispered, the words tasting like dust.
Codi killed the engine. The sudden silence was worse. “No, we can’t.”
The heavy oak door swung inward before they could even ring the bell. Raven stood there, backlit by a dim, blood-red light from within. She looked them up and down, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. “You came.” It wasn’t a greeting. It was a verification.
Lilith appeared behind her, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the hallway. “Look at them. All nervous and shiny. Cute.”
Before either could react, Raven’s hand was on the small of Abigail’s back, steering her inside. Lilith did the same to Codi, her touch just as firm and unquestionable. Their hands were warm, possessive, and they lingered low, fingers splayed over the curve of their asses. “Good call,” Raven murmured into Abigail’s ear, her breath cool. “Smart girls.”
The interior was a cavern of dark wood and velvet drapes, smelling of sandalwood incense and something metallic underneath. The thump of bass-heavy music vibrated up through the soles of their shoes. Textbooks and physics felt a million miles away.
A pizza box sat open on a low, obsidian table, but it was just a prop. Nobody was eating. Raven guided Abigail onto a plush, black velvet couch, sitting so close their thighs touched. Lilith pulled Codi down onto a massive floor pillow, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin.
“So,” Codi said, her voice too high, trying to reclaim some semblance of control. “Your parents are really gone for a whole week?”
Lilith laughed, a low, rich sound. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” She shifted, stretching her legs out, and the tight black leather of her pants strained across her crotch. The outline was unmistakable, a thick, heavy shape that made Codi’s brain stutter.
Abigail’s eyes, darting from Raven to Lilith, caught the same prominent bulge in Raven’s jeans. Her mouth went dry.
“Holy shit,” Codi blurted out, pointing a trembling finger. “You… you have… cocks.”
Raven threw her head back and laughed, a sharp, joyous sound that cut through the music. “Took you long enough.” She palmed herself through the denim, a slow, deliberate motion. The bulge seemed to swell under her touch, thickening and lengthening in a way that defied physics. “Something on your mind, nerd?”
Lilith mirrored the gesture, her own impressive outline growing obscenely larger. “We told you we had real meat for you.” She patted her thigh. “Why don’t you come here, Codi? Take a seat. Get a proper feel for it.”
Codi’s bravado evaporated. She looked at Abigail, her eyes wide with a mixture of pure terror and desperate curiosity. Raven’s hand, which had been resting on Abigail’s lower back, slid to her hip and squeezed.
“Go on,” Raven said, her voice dropping to a whisper that was for Abigail alone. “You didn’t come here for pizza.”
Hesitantly, legs feeling like water, Codi pushed herself up from the floor pillow and moved towards Lilith. She lowered herself awkwardly, perpendicular across Lilith’s lap, her ass barely making contact with the firm ridge beneath the leather.
Lilith chuckled. “That’s not how you sit on a lap, baby.” In one smooth motion, she hooked an arm around Codi’s waist and maneuvered her, turning her so she was straddling Lilith’s thighs, facing her. The position pressed Codi’s core directly against the hard, massive shape. A small, choked gasp escaped her.
“See?” Lilith whispered, her hands settling on Codi’s hips, holding her there. “That’s how you say hello.”
Across the couch, Raven watched, her green eyes glittering with approval. She didn’t ask. She simply took Abigail’s wrist and guided her hand, pressing her palm flat against the stiff denim covering her own erection. The heat was immense. The solid, unyielding thickness of it made Abigail’s head spin. She could feel a powerful, slow throb beneath her fingers.
“It’s… it’s so big,” Abigail breathed, the words leaving her without permission.
Raven’s smile was all sharp edges and victory. “You have no idea.” She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Abigail’s ear as her other hand began to slowly knead the soft flesh of her thigh. “Now. The real tutoring begins.”