Chapter Two

Colton captured Jena's breasts with his hands and nibbled the nipples, one after the other, through her thin blouse. Then he quickly kicked off his pants and undies and straddled Jena. He started pumping his enormous dick inside Jena's vagina that she had no time to get ready. Jena felt the smoldering flame inside her pussy come to a standstill. She felt a stinging pain in her narrow slit and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. He stopped and breathlessly uttered: "Shall I stop now?"

"No. but please go slow," she whispered.

Colton obeyed her, slowing down his rhythm - but it was only for a while. When Colton felt the sweet sensation of her tight pussy clinging to his dick, he raged on like a crazy bull, humping the life out of her. It was his first time to make love and it burned his groin. The feelings gradually expanded to the entire part of his body until his body was enflamed and he ejaculated with one last grunt.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming," he writhed spasmodically as the last of his juices squirted from his penis. Jena felt she was still hanging somewhere in the heat of the fire after Colton climaxed. Her body was craving for more and she was unsatisfied. It was also sore down there with a bit of bleeding.

Much to her dismay, she was unable to say anything though.

"That was unbelievable, babe," Colton released her and caressed her hair.

Jena's body responded to his touch and she wanted him to fuck the hell out of her but when she touched his dick, it was already flaccid. She had fantasized about experiencing what everyone was talking about – the Big O, but her spirit was deflated. She wanted to say boldly, "Babe, I haven't climaxed yet, please make me cum..." but her mouth was sealed shut.

Her body was still hot as a furnace when Colton brought her home; however, she remained silent all the way home. He asked her if she enjoyed their first fuck, and she said yes. Inwardly, she was depressed at how inconsiderate and insensitive he was. She had been raised by a conservative family though, so she was still having trouble expressing her sexual needs to him. God, I should have not allowed him to fuck me, she thought. Her first experience was a disaster!

At home, she went straight to the bathroom to wash but when her hands came in contact with her body, her physical need came to the fore. Her pussy was clamoring to be filled out. She lay in her bathtub and rubbed her tits, slowly, fondling and caressing them until the nipples tingled. She soaped her sore slit gently taking care not to touch the injured tissue. When her fingers soaped her vagina, they involuntarily slipped into the slick passage, responding to the horny opening. Jena gave a resigned sigh as she closed her eyes and continued sliding her fingers - in and out - into her eager pussy. If only Colton could do this to her, she yearned. Her fingers went faster and deeper as her womanhood shuddered, relishing the slick sensation. Her other hand was busy on her breasts, massaging and toying with its erect nipples. She went on for several minutes as the pleasurable sensations continued with each of her strokes. She sensed her orgasm building up and she craned her neck and raised her buttocks as her fingers went faster and faster until she felt like something explode in her groin that crawled to her chest, to her head and down her spine and into her toes. She sputtered as she climaxed and her body jerked upwards to meet her fingers as ecstasy washed over her body and she moaned and sucked on her lower lips. It was her first orgasm, and it was indeed inexplicable. If someone stopped her in mid-orgasm, she would probably choose to die than stop. She lay their spent for half an hour, before she finally took a shower. She slept happily that night, with a big smile on her face and a song in her heart. In their next pottery class, Jena and Colton were apparently excited about what their lesson might be. "I'll give you enough leeway to exercise your own creativity, so I won't require you to follow the steps religiously. You can do whatever you want. I'll go around observing and pointing out the essential things that you must remember," Cathy disclosed. "Any questions?"

"Do we have practical or written exams?" One student asked.

"Of course, this is to test whether you've learned genuine skills or not. This will be given anytime I deem fit. So be ready," Cathy warned us.Jena stole a glance at Colton and he had a wide grin on his face as if he was pleased with the revelation.

"What are you so happy about?" She dared to ask him.

"Nothing, I'm just roaring to go," he winked at Jena. "I'm sure we'll both excel in this."

Jena nodded reluctantly. He seemed different.

"You okay?" he looked at Jena when she didn't smile back.

"Yeah," Jena nodded again, "I'm okay."

"But you seem unhappy. Yesterday was glorious," he remarked jovially. "Can we have a repeat performance?"

Jena blushed, thinking about how she masturbated when she went home that night.

"Huh?" she blurted, confused.

"And here are the loving couple," Cathy was standing next to them, beaming her killer smile. "What have we got today?"

"We'll be designing the pot," Colton smiled back, his eyes twinkling in joy.

Was Colton falling for Cathy? Jena's heart flipped painfully in her chest. Perhaps, she was to blame. She was not an expert in satisfying him? Jena watched as Cathy made suggestions on what tools they can use and how to use them. From time to time, she would touch Colton's arms and get closer to him as she gave instructions in using the instrument, their faces almost touching. Jena felt a twinge of jealousy once more. Her hands were itching to pull Cathy away from him.

"...And this here is used to carve smaller designs. See this pointed tip? Be careful though because it's sharp," Cathy informed Colton.

Cathy glanced at Jena's unsmiling face and said, "Jena, why don't you come over, so I'll teach you both."

Jena did so, but her steps were slow and unsure. Cathy queried, "Are you ill or something? You don't look well."

"No, no . . . I'm good," Jena countered.