Seven Minutes in Heaven

I'd been talking to Mike for a few weeks when he invited me to a house party he was throwing.

This was exciting for a number of reasons:

1. I've never been to a real party before

2. This would technically be our first real date - we'd only talked on the phone and texted up till this point

3. I had the hugest crush on Mike

I'd met him online - one of those "chat with a stranger nearby" sites. We'd connected almost immediately, mostly because instead of asking for my Snapchat or if I wanted to see his dick, he'd, well, just chatted with me. I told him about how turning 18 and moving to America to start college in the fall at the same time has been really... a lot, and he was super curious about where I was from, and I told him about how nice things were back home, but also really repressive and restrictive with its typical Asian values.

It was so cool to chat with someone from here, though. He said there would be a bit of stuff I'd have to get used to, but he could help "show me the ropes". I was really glad I met him (well, virtually), because I'd made the move over the summer thinking I'd get a head start, but instead I just found myself really lonely and bored in my dorm room with no one to talk to.

He was 22, and a senior - we found out he goes to the college I'm starting at! He'd sent a "vanishing picture" of himself through the chat once, so I got to see how handsome he was, although only for a few seconds. I'd sent him a picture of myself too so I now know he finds me cute too!

Anyway, he hadn't wanted to meet right away to give me a chance to get settled, but then he mentioned that he was throwing a party at his place off campus and I should totally come. I was a little nervous since I've never even been to a party, but he assured me that he'd take care of me.

Now, it was a few minutes before the uber he called for me was going to arrive (how's that for cool and grown up?), and I stood in front of my mirror nervously smoothing down my clothes again.

I'd gotten dressed with him on the phone with me for advice - a pleated skirt that ended at mid thigh, and a white buttoned top. No bra - he'd insisted, and I didn't want to upset him. I guess it wasn't that big a deal - my A cups were just small swells under the top, and I thought they didn't draw too much attention as long as I didn't get cold and my nipples poked out - whatever, I was probably overthinking it like he said. According to Mike, my long legs were what I should be showing off anyway, hence the short skirt. I briefly thought about how my mother would have an aneurysm if she saw how I was dressed. But only briefly - not like she would find out.

My phone vibrated on my bed - a new message from Mike!

"The Uber's outside. Send me a pic!"

Oh crap, that was quick. I took a picture of myself in the mirror (okay, maybe not the best selfie of all time, but it'll do), and tugged on my sneakers and ran out of my dorm.

The car was waiting, so I hopped in quickly while apologizing. The driver didn't say anything - hope he wasn't mad at me for making him wait?

As the car sped off, I sent the selfie to Mike. His typing indicator showed up, and I nervously waited - what if he didn't like it?

"So cute! Incredible outfit choice."

Phew. What a dork. Did I mention I had a huge crush on him?

We texted a bit more, then he said he had to go prep some party stuff. I looked out the window - the sun was setting, and the clouds were glowing pink and orange - how pretty!

I was so lost in looking at the sky, I only realized we'd been driving for a while when I noticed how dark it was outside, and watching the street lights zip past. I checked the time - wow, we've been driving for 20 minutes. Looking out the window again, I thought about how far away from campus Mike must live. Unlike the city center where our school was, things were more spread out now. I guess it must be more peaceful.

The car slowed down as we pulled into some side streets - there was just the intermittent street light now, and some stretches of the sidewalks were shrouded in darkness. I got a little nervous thinking about finding Mike's place. I glanced up at the rear view mirror, and to my surprise found the driver was occasionally looking up to stare at me. I didn't really know what to do except smile politely at him, and he responded by adjusting the mirror, and I realized he was getting a better view of my whole body. He grinned back at me, but it wasn't polite. Embarrassed, I looked down at my lap, and realized how my much of my thighs were exposed. I discreetly tried to tug my skirt down a little more, but that didn't do much.

The car pulled to a stop, and I heard the doors unlock - phew, just in time! I uttered a thanks and quickly climbed out of the car. I realized I didn't know Mike's address, but there were only a few houses around, and I saw the porch light come on for the house we were in front of. I was a little unnerved by how dark and quiet the rest of the street was, and could feel the driver still staring at me, so I quickly made my way up the path to the door.

To my relief, the door opened before I got there, and I had barely managed to breathlessly squeak out a "hi!" when I was pulled in by a pair of strong arms into a hug.

"My little Leah. Look at you, I feel like Christmas just came."

"Hi Mike, it's so nice to finally-" I trailed off as I looked up at the man holding me.

He looked... familiar, but it wasn't quite the person I had been imagining. I know I had only seen Mike's picture for a few seconds, and it was really dark, but in that picture he had a... fuller head of hair, and no stubble. I tried to quash the thought. Ok, so maybe he doesn't look exactly like an old pic, don't be shallow Leah! I was just starting to wonder how much older he looked, when he started leaning down towards me. He was going to kiss me!

In shock, I turned my head away, but only just enough - his wet lips landed on the side of my mouth, and I smelt the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath. I let out a squeak, and he pulled back.

"Sorry, I was just so excited to see you. Aren't you excited to see me too?"

"Y-yes, sorry, it's just, I wasn't expecting-"

"That's okay, sweetheart. We can try again later when you're feeling more comfortable. Would you like that?"

Try what again? Hugging? Kissing? This was all happening really quickly - I'd never even held hands with a guy before, let alone had a boyfriend, let alone done stuff you do with a boyfriend like kissing-

I realized I had to respond, so I blurted out "Yes!"

"Good girl. Speaking of getting you all comfortable, let's get you a drink."

"Thanks, water is fine-"

He laughed.

"It's a party, you're going to need to have a real drink. Here, I made one for you."

He handed me a red cup.

"Drink up!"

I tentatively sipped from it, and made a face. It tasted awful!

He laughed at me again.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. By the end of tonight you're going to be a pro!"

I tried to smile at him, even though my first taste of alcohol was still making my eyes sting.

He put his arm around me and started leading me upstairs.

"Come! Let me show you around."

I nodded, then realized he probably couldn't see that in the dark. Fuck, why am I suddenly so shy and awkward! I need to talk more or he's going to think I was stupid.

"Um... where's everyone else...?" Was all I come come up with as he led me up the stairs.

"Ah, there's lesson one for you. Real parties never start on time. I figured I'd get you here earlier so we could get some time alone, get you oriented and all. There's a lot to teach you!"

Oh, that makes sense. "Oh. Cool. Thanks."

He guided me into a room with some couches and chairs around a coffee table, and gestured for me to sit with him on the couch. There were some beer bottles on the table - some empty. I gingerly sat on the edge of the couch next to him, really aware of how his arm was still around me and how close he was to me.

"Um, so, what are you teaching me first?" I hated how my voice trembled, but I was just so nervous.

Luckily, he didn't make fun of me.

"Have you ever played truth or dare?

"Yes..." that was a lie, but I'd read about it enough in books to know how it worked.

"Okay, let's just make sure. Let's do a few rounds, just the two of us. We'll start with you. Truth or dare?"

"Um, truth."

"How old are you?"

Huh. "I'm 18... I told you that already though!" I felt hurt. Maybe he didn't actually remember that much about me?

"Yes, I know. I was just giving you an easy question to start with."

I felt stupid. "Oh, right. Sorry."

"And I just couldn't believe my luck. Your turn."

I was a little confused about the luck thing, but I ignored it. "Truth or dare?"

He grinned. "Truth."

My heart was pounding. The question had been floating in my mind since I'd stepped into this place, but now it was the only thing I could think of asking. "How old are you?"

He laughed. "Ouch. I'm 39."

Wait. What? "I thought... I thought you said you were 22..." my mind was racing. So it wasn't just the light. He was wayyy older than me.

"I didn't say that. Are you remembering the wrong person? I'm hurt, you're talking to that many other guys?"

Oh no, I didn't want to upset him! "No! I promise! I swear I thought-"

"It's ok, I forgive you. Now it's my turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"No." My face was already red, which made me even more embarrassed.

"Why not?"

I didn't know how to answer that! How do you say "no one's ever asked me out, and even if they did, my parents would never let me date till I'm 30..."?

"My parents..."

"Ah... I see. Poor girl."

"Um, my turn." I really wanted to change the topic. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"That picture you sent..." I had blurted the question out without thinking, but now I cursed myself for it. How am I supposed to even finish the question?

"Yes, it was of me."

Stunned, I realized what he meant. It was actually of him, just an older picture. Okay, I guess it wasn't as bad as if it wasn't him at all...

"Now it's my turn. Truth or dare - but we've done enough truths, so you have to do a dare now. Say dare."

"D-dare"

"Finish your drink."

I hesitated. But it tasted yucky! I thought about protesting, but he sensed my reluctance.

"It's truth or dare. You have to obey me, little girl."

I squeezed my eyes shut and lifted the cup to my lips, trying to gulp down as much of it, as quickly as possible. It didn't help - I got maybe three quarters in before I stopped, coughing from the burning taste in my mouth.

Through tears, I choked out, "Sorry... I've never drank before... l-"

He was rubbing my back, which felt nice. "It's okay, such a good attempt for such a small girl. Since you tried your best, I'll give you a nice punishment."

My head was already spinning from the alcohol. "Punishment?"

"Yes, for not completing the dare. Don't worry, I'm being nice to you this time."

He took the cup from me and emptied its contents on my chest. I gasped from the cold liquid soaking through my top, which immediately turned sheer. Instinctively, I reached up to cover myself - not that there was much to see, but my dark nipples were already completely visible.

"Aww, such a shy little girl. We'll have to fix that."

I hugged my chest, hoping he wouldn't stare too much. Maybe if we did his turn next, he would get distracted? "Truth or dare?"

"Nope, it's still my turn. You didn't complete your dare, remember?"

"But you punished me!"

"Yes, and you still have to complete a dare before we switch turns."

Oh. "Okay... what's the dare?"

"Kiss me back."

Oh! That's not too bad... I guess. We've already kinda half kissed once, and now we get to do a proper first kiss-

My thought was interrupted by him pushing me down onto the couch and pressing his lips to mine. My eyes shot wide open as he kissed me roughly, his tongue lapping at my lips. I was frozen in place.

He paused. "Your dare was to kiss me back. Do you want another punishment and a new dare?"

I shook my head dumbly. Satisfied, he leaned down to kiss me again, and this time I opened my lips, letting his tongue in - I tried to copy the movements he was making with his lips and tongue, and he groaned into my mouth.

I was just getting the hang of it when I felt his hands roaming over my chest. I squealed and tried to push him off, but he was far too strong - without breaking the kiss, he pinned both my arms above my head with just one hand, and the other immediately found my breasts and started massaging them. I struggled at first, but then the warmth of his hands started to feel nice compared to my cold and wet top. I thought maybe this wasn't so bad, and shut my eyes, trying to focus on kissing him.

He reached down and pushed my legs open even before I fully registered what he was doing, and I felt him shift on top of me, such that I was lying under him with my legs on either side of him. I felt something warm and hard pressing against my crotch, and each time he thrust his hips against me, I could feel it throbbing through his pants. I pulled away, gasping for air.

He looked at me hungrily. "Oh, is little Leah ready for her next punishment then?" He pressed his crotch to mine again, and even as inexperienced as I was, I could guess what he meant by that.

"No, please, it's just - I kissed you back-"

He laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Don't worry, I'm just trying to teach you how to behave at a party. That's what you want, right?" He sat back up, and I tried not to stare at the huge tent in his pants.

"Yes... sorry..." I watched his gaze hungrily run over my body, and I realized how I looked, lying there on the couch with my arms above my head, basically topless, and -

I grabbed my skirt and tugged it back down, realizing it had been hitched up around my waist. I quickly sat back up, trying to cover my chest while also holding the hem of my skirt.

"Could I please borrow a shirt?"

He grinned. "Of course! Come, let's see what I have in my closet."

He got up, and rearranged his pants - I noticed the tent was now a bulge, which was slightly less scary, I guess. Maybe he just got overexcited, and he was calmed down now.

He took me into a bedroom down the hall, and guided me in the dark to the closet.

"This is actually perfect, there's another game you have to know for parties."

I hoped it was easier to keep up with than the last one. My head felt hot, and I had to focus to keep track of his words.

"I don't know if I can remember more rules..." was all I could say.

"Oh, this one is easy. It's called seven minutes in heaven. Does that sound nice?"

"Y-yes..." The world was spinning slightly, so something nice and easy for 7 minutes sounded perfect.

"Good girl, just do what I tell you, okay?"

I nodded, and he pulled me into the closet with him and shut the door. He was pressing up against me, and I vaguely registered that there weren't any clothes in here, and my back was pressing up against the back wall of the closet.

"Now, let's start by undoing these..."

I only realized what he meant when I felt his hands on my chest again, this time, groping for the buttons. I tried to grab his hands, but he seemed to read my mind.

"Don't be shy, it's dark in here - we can't see anything anyway. So we're going to need to feel each other."

He tugged roughly at my top, and I felt the buttons pop off as it split open. I gasped, and started to protest, but he put his hand over my mouth.

"Shh... no complaining in heaven, little girl."

I felt his hands reach under my skirt, and in one tug my panties were pulled down to my ankles. Dimly, I thought about how I was being stripped naked by an older man... it didn't sound good, but he did say this game was... something about heaven? So it probably wasnt going to be too bad...

I was pulled back into the present by the sound of his pants being unzipped and falling to the floor.

"What are you-"

I was cut off by the feeling of something hot sliding up and poking at my crotch. I gasped and recoiled, realizing what it was, and where he was trying to put it, but I was caught between him and the wall. I felt it sliding along my outer lips, and realized with horror that it was quickly becoming slick with my juices.

"P-please wait! Your- please, it can't go in there, I've never-"

His breath was hot in my ear as he pressed against me.

"In this game, we have to spend seven minutes making out. Now... whether it 'goes in there' or not is up to you... you've been very naughty, and my cock is just aching to be inside your virgin little pussy. And based on how wet you are, it would be very easy for me to accidentally slip inside..."

He reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it roughly against me. I felt it threatening to part my lips further. I whimpered. I didnt want it to go in!

"If you can make me feel good some other way for 7 minutes, you might be able to stop it from thrusting up inside you. Deal?"

It was my fault... I knew it! "I'm sorry... please, just... what should I do?"

"Kneel."

I knew better than to hesitate. I fell to my knees, and found myself face to face with his cock.

"Open your mouth."

I did, and he immediately thrust it into my mouth - I had to open wide to accommodate it, tasting myself on him, and felt it hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, but there was nothing I could do aside from desperately trying to hold his hips away. Nothing I did helped - his hands grabbed my head and forcefully thrust his cock into my mouth over and over again.

"Suck my cock, little girl. Suck it well, and maybe I won't have to fuck you."

My face was pressed into his crotch, his hair tickling my nose, and I realized his balls were rubbing against my lips and chin each time he thrust forward. I tried my best to keep up with sucking him while he fucked my throat. Distantly, I heard him grunting in pleasure, and he froze. I had time to think: I did it, I made him feel good, maybe now he'll let me go-

I didn't understand the warmth in my mouth and my throat until the second spurt of cum, and it was too late to do anything except try to swallow all of it - jet after jet filled my mouth, leaking out and dribbling down my chin running down my neck as I tried not to choke.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and stepped back out of the closet - I doubled over, cum dribbling out of my mouth and onto the floor.

I was still gasping for breath when he bent down in front of me and lifted my chin. Examining my face, he tutted.

"What a good effort... what a shame you couldn't do it..."

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. I managed to blubber, "What do you mean? I made you... you..."

"That was nowhere near seven minutes, silly little girl... and you made such a mess."

I looked down, and sure enough, there was a puddle of his cum on the floor - my chin, my boobs, and even skirt was splattered with cum too - everything I hadn't managed to swallow.

He looked at me sternly.

"We'll have to clean this up. Take off your skirt."

Right, to mop it up. Obediently, I pulled it off, removing my panties from my ankles at the same time. He took both from me and flung them aside. Confused, I stared at the puddle of cum, and watched as if in a trance as he scooped up some of it with his fingers, then reached forward and slid his cum covered fingers over my pussy. I was so shocked I didn't yelp until he did it again, scooping up more cum, but this time forcing his finger into my pussy. I grabbed at his hand, but he just grinned at me as he once again scooped up thick, white cum from the floor, and pushed it forcefully into me. I pleaded incoherently, trying to hold his hand away from me and failing, and feeling the burning sensation of his finger penetrating my inner lips while watching globs of cum disappear inside me.

"Please s-stop! I'm not supposed to have - that go inside me!"

"Why not?" He feigned ignorance, still sliding his finger into and out of me. My lips were gripping tightly to his finger, yet were so slippery from both my juices and now his cum.

"I- I'm not on birth control!" My pleas felt so stupid - I think that's how it happens, right?

"Oh, what a naive little girl. You don't have to worry, you only get pregnant if the cum is sprayed deep inside you. I'm just making you clean up the mess you made, is all."

"Please... stop it..."

He frowned at me, and I cringed. "Fine, but we still have to finish the game. We didnt spend the full seven minutes, so now we have to start over..."

I was willing to do anything to get him to take his finger out of me.

"Okay... we can start over... I can suck you again..."

He pulled me to my feet, and led me to the bed.

He sighed. "I don't know, you didn't swallow all my cum last time... but I suppose you need practice. We're going to have to try a different position this time."

I nodded, certain that if I did a good job this time, the game would be over.

He instructed me to lie on the bed with my head hanging off the side, and he tied my hands to the legs of the bed. He said it was so I wouldn't try to push him away to spit out his cum again.

This time, he slid into my mouth from above, and I tried my best not to gag each time he stuffed his cock down my throat, and tried to lick and suck him when I could, trying to gauge by the feeling of his hardening and throbbing cock, and his groans of pleasure to figure out if I was doing it right. I felt an increasing warmth and wetness between my thighs, and realized I was leaking my juices as well as some of his cum.

Just as I thought I was getting the hang of it, he pulled out. Maybe the time was up?

"Was that...7 minutes?" I couldn't see him, but I could hear him moving around the bed. Maybe he was coming to untie me?

I felt him climb onto the bed and over me, pressing his body onto me.

"Not even close. But it's okay. You're such a good little cocksucker." He was smiling down at me, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He was letting me off!

"D-did... did I win the game then?" I asked innocently. I mean, I guess I would be okay with not winning, but so far it seemed like losing the game meant doing more stuff I wasn't supposed to.

He leaned down and kissed me, and I gratefully kissed him back - until I felt his throbbing cock pressing against my pussy.

He pulled away from the kiss, panting, and his sweat was beading off his forehead, splashing into my eyes. I tried to blink them away, and asked again "Y-you said I was good... we finished the game... right?"

To my dismay, his cock pressed harder against my wet lips. I was still sore from his finger, but this... this was much bigger.

"Yes... little girl... you were so good that you made me so hard all over again... now I just have no choice."

I squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure of his cock prying my virgin hole open.

He was grunting as he tried to stab his cock inside me, ignoring my pleas. Finally he lost patience and reached down, using his hand to press his dick into me. Despite how wet I was, I cried out from the sting of pain when the head popped into me.

His mouth was gaping over mine, his breath reeking of alcohol as he panted and drooled onto me. I whimpered, still trying to shift my hips away, but there was nowhere to go - I was pinned to the bed. "Such a sweet little cocksucker... with such a tight and wet little pussy... you just came here begging to be fucked, didn't you? This is all.. your... fault..." He kept forcing his cock deeper inside me, and my little hole burned as I was stretched tightly around him.

"Say it..."

"Please... wait... say what..."

"Say that this is all your fault... you left me with no choice but to fuck your little pussy..."

Half of his cock was already buried in me. If I did what he wanted, maybe he would stop.

"It's... all my fault!"

He groaned. "All your fault? What did you make me do?"

"I-I made you fuck me... I'm sorry, it's all my fault... please, it's going too deep..."

He paused, and I felt a glimmer of hope.

"Oh, poor baby, is that too much for you?"

I nodded. "Yes... it's too deep... I'm not supposed to-"

He rested his head on the bed next to me and whispered in my ear, "You're the one letting it go so far in, baby girl. You have to put your legs around my waist, that's how you keep it from going so far in..."

Oh! I didn't realize, I wish I knew that earlier. I had to spread my legs even wider, and tried to wrap them around his waist. "Like that?"

His breath was ragged in my ear. "Yes... just like that. Just keep holding me tight like that... now if it goes all the way in it'll be your fault, understand? It's your job to keep my cock from slipping too far into you. It's not my fault if you let your wet pussy get impaled by me, right?"

"Yes... I'm sorry..." I was already screwing up, I could still feel his cock burying deeper and deeper inside!

I kept repeating my apology even as he slammed his entire length into me, lewdly grinning at me as he thrust roughly in and out of me. I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me while fucking me, and I closed my eyes and thought about how wrong this was, how all of this was my fault, and trying to ignore that after the initial burning feeling subsided, I was left with a nicer, warm tingle down there, which intensified each time he buried himself fully in me.

But the feeling kept growing, and soon I stopped trying to escape his thrusts, and instead tried to meet them by bringing my hips up to him. It still hurt, but my body was taken over by the nicer feeling, and I was giddy from all the sensations even as he fucked me into the bed.

"Good little girl... you love being fucked raw, don't you?"

I nodded before I realized - "Wait! You-you need to put on a condom... before..."

"It's okay, you'll only get pregnant if I cum deep inside you, remember? So you just have to make sure that doesn't happen..."

"How... how do I keep it from... you know..."

He laughed. "Just keep holding me back like that - that's right, wrap your legs around me."

I followed his instructions obediently, even though I didn't see how this helped - his entire cock was still being buried in me with each thrust! But I had a hard time focusing on that - I was overtaken by a wave of pleasure, and I felt myself tightening and pulsing around him. I cried out, feeling him stay deep inside me as I came for the first time in his cock.

I looked up at him and saw that his face had frozen, and I felt new waves of warmth, and him throbbing inside me. Much too late, I realized he was cumming too! I squirmed under him, even while my pussy still pulsed around him, milking him for every drop of his cum. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

When he finally rolled off me, I gingerly asked if I could be untied now. I felt his cum, mixed with my juices, leaking out of me onto the bed. A wave of shame washed over me - but I couldn't ignore that being filled with his cum felt kinda good...

He smiled. "No, you have to stay tied up for the next party game."

There was a knock at the door.

My stomach sank. "What's the next game?"

"I call this one... breeding roulette. And it needs a few players, but it sounds like my friends are here now."