Lyra Finally Twenty One

"Vega, how much do you have left behind to unbox in the kitchen? I'm finished here in the living room," I squealed as I collapsed the last box I had unpacked for the previous thirty minutes.

"Arg," Vega grunted.

"I want to die right now. Why do we have so many kitchen utensils? I'm so frustrated, Lyra. Give me thirty minutes," Vega complained.

"Well, we've got about forty-five minutes before we need to stop and start getting ready for our double date tonight," I shrieked.

Vega and I turned twenty-one today; we could go clubbing and drink alcohol, Vodka, and Red Bull for me, please.

"I know, I'm so excited," Vega piped and groaned as she deposited a crockpot in the cabinet.

Our parents had this home built for us, one for graduating with our bachelor's degrees, even though that was two years ago, and two for our twenty-first birthday. Vega and I have been working double-time on achieving our PhDs. We've been taking Summer courses to get college done and establish our careers. Vega and I are two years into having our Master's.

Our dad had gone to a housewarming party for his longtime lawyer friend. He had admired the construction work and landscaping that had surrounded the home. His friend's son and nephews had opened a construction and landscaping business, and therefore Vega and I were here in our house now. Guess what; Vega's boyfriend, Jace, was the one who drew up the blueprints for this home. Jace is incredibly skilled; Vega and I have not met his cousins nor his brother, Tanner, yet; but Jace talks about the business and all of his cousins frequently.

Vega and I started bringing our things into this home about two weeks ago, but with classes, it has taken us forever to unpack all of the boxes. Before that, we worked on painting and making the house our own. The residence was erected and completed over a year ago, but with our school schedules and our parents' workload, it has taken us forever to get to this stage of actually moving in. My mom let us have all of the furniture and odds and ends from our family home. Claiming it was an excellent chance to renovate. My dad had shrugged and let us girls do our own thing.

Our house is stunning; downstairs, we possess an open floor design with a spacious living area opening up into the dining and kitchen areas; a Master Suite is coming off the Living room. We will be using it as our guest suite. Also downstairs is a spacious study, which Vega and I will utilize once we open our private practice in three years.

We also have a laundry area and a half bath downstairs as well, and a delightful porch and deck leading out to an outdoor pool, which would be fantastic once Summer rolled around.

There's a small gym and showers a few yards from the pool. Now Vega and I wouldn't have to bother finding time to go to a gym. Vega and I try to make it to the gym at least three times a week.

Upstairs, we have mine and Vega's suites, both with impressive bathrooms and walk-in wardrobes; I couldn't ask for more.

"Finally finished, let's go get ready, Lyra," Vega squealed in excitement, clapped her hands, then took off towards the stairs.

"What should we wear?" I asked as I tried to beat Vega upstairs.

"Well, I know you're going to dress for comfort, but I'm going to wear a sundress. You can borrow one of my dresses if you want," Vega stopped me once I got up the stairs.

"Come on, dress nicely for once. Maybe tonight will be the night you give Steven a little something," Vega nodded and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I grimaced and shook my head. "No way, no how, not going to happen. I don't care how much Steven pleads. I do not love Steven like you love Jace, and I'm not giving my virginity up so easily," I said, and Vega shook her head at me.

"You're going to die an old cat lady alone in your lonely bed," Vega flinched when I jabbed her shoulder.

"Stop being overdramatic. I want what you and Jace have. Until then, my virtue remains untouched," I shrugged and walked to my room, and Vega did the same.

Our bathrooms are the most amazing, with a substantial, deep bathtub with jets that hit all the right places; and showers with multiple showerheads that spray water from all directions. With our long days, I'd have to say the bathroom is my favorite room out of the entire house. I decided on a shower so that it wouldn't take forever for me to get ready.

Once I showered, I blow-dried and brushed out my long wavy, auburn red hair, keeping a towel tight around me. I brushed my teeth and then wandered into my walk-in closet. What to wear? I decided on the cowgirl look; some cute shorts and a flowery spaghetti strap shirt, a matching silk white strapless bra and thong, and my boots. Vega, this is as girly as I'm going to get; sorry, sis. I will not dance in a freaking dress, so guys could stare up my who haw all night. No, thank you. I put on some mascara and eyeliner, some tinted lip balm, and I was fit to go to the club.

I knocked on Vega's door, "come on, girl, Jace and Steven will be here any minute," I said.

"I'll be right there," Vega said.

I ran down the stairs and made my way to the couch, and plopped myself down. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door; I heard Vega running down the stairs.

"I'll get it," Vega said, skipping her way to the door. 'Did Jace text her or something?' I thought to myself.

Jace's fine ass walked in, and Vega jumped up into his arms, shrieking; then came Steven. He's hot as hell with his dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and jock-like muscles.

Steven and I haven't had sex, but we have done other things, and his shaft is pretty impressive. He wouldn't be going inside me, though; he's way too demanding on the subject, which doesn't work well with my passive-aggressive nature.

Steven walked over and sat by me on the couch.

"Let's go; the Uber is waiting for us outside," Jace said as he carried Vega outside bridal style. Man, I wish Steven was romantic and fun like Jace, but he is such a dud. I locked the door and made my way to the car. Steven hadn't even waited for me to help me into the car or anything.

*****

So, the night was quite impressive. Jace and Steven are both twenty-three and have been waiting patiently for Vega and me to turn of age to drink. I mean, Vega and I have gone to some college parties, but it's not the same as being able to go to clubs and restaurants and drink. Steven and Jace spoiled us rotten, buying Vega and me our drinks all night. I must have had three Vodka and Red Bull mixes, and Vega had sipped on at least three margaritas.

Once we arrived home, Vega and Jace went straight to her room while Steven and I stayed downstairs and cuddled on the couch. No one wanted to hear them fooling around, mainly me; I don't think Steven would care.

Steven laid me down on the couch and crawled on top of me; he put his hands through my hair and gave me a slow kiss. I grabbed the bottom of Steven's shirt and pulled it off, so I could run my fingertips up and down the tight muscles of his back.

I ran my fingers along Steven's back, prompting him to slide my shirt off, so he could massage my breast. I could feel his stiff length through his pants as he ground himself into me; we moaned in unison. The friction felt so good on my nub.

Steven broke our kiss and sat up to pull my shorts off and unclasp my bra, throwing them both to the floor. I sat up to unbutton his pants, and he quickly pushed them down. Only my thong and his underwear were between us now.

Steven crawled back on top of me, kissing me while his fingers played with my sensitive bud. It will not take me long before I cum; I could feel it coming on quickly. I put my hand in his briefs and slowly ran my hand along his shaft. Steven was gradually coming undone. He groaned in need of release.

"Lyra, please let me have you? I want you so bad; it's been six months; please let me fuck you," Steven pleaded.

Oh yes, that's precisely what a woman who is about to lose her virginity wanted to hear. Would you please let me fuck you? No, thank you. I took my hand from Steven and pushed him lightly.

"Take your underwear off and lay down," I said seductively. Steven thought I would let him have me, but not tonight, buddy. I took my thong off slowly as he took his boxers off.

Steven laid down, and I crawled on top of him, sliding my wet folds up and down his length and scratching his chest.

"Lyra, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," Steven said.

"Cum for me, Steven. I'm about to cum as well. Just let it go," I moaned.

Steven tried to grab his shaft to make it inside me. I swat his hand away. Steven's shaft felt good, sliding along my folds, hitting my pulsing clit perfectly. I started sliding along his length faster as I felt my release coming on.

I grabbed his chest and screamed out as I came undone above him. Seconds later, he squeezed my hips hard and bucked up, growling his release. I looked down to see jets of his cum spraying onto his chest.

That's the first time I have ever done anything like that, and it was spectacular. I looked down at Steven, and he looked pissed; I climbed off of him.

"I'll uh, get a towel," I said quietly as I walked to the guestroom bathroom. I walked back to the couch, and Steven was still lying there, not moving, just staring blankly at the ceiling with a furrowed brow.