Being His First

by Kailin Gow

  “It’s all well,” Dad said. “I’m just happy we pulled it together. It’s a very exciting day for all of us. Have a seat and order, then we’ll share all the news with you.” He leaned over and smiled at my mom, touching her hand gently. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at her always made me smile. Ever since I was a little girl it was a look that I always said that I’d have and hope to see in my husband some day when I got married.

  The menu was sitting on the plate in front of me and I looked down, trying to decide what to have. Every option looked fantastic and I decided to go with the lobster since it was such a special occasion. It was something I didn’t indulge in often because I was a big dipper with the butter and didn’t want the butter to latch on to my hips as a result. According to Yogi Bear: a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.

  Once we were all situated with our order, my dad didn’t hesitate to dive in with all the exciting details of the news. He was definitely so excited that it had taken every bit of self-control he had to keep it quiet for as long as he had. Of course, I knew some of the details, but not all of them.

  “Salvatore, something very exciting has happened today that involves all of us here at this table,” Dad said.

  The curious expression on Salvatore’s face couldn’t be hidden. “What is it, Mr. First?”

  “We are merging the import/export business with your family’s operations. It’ll mean much more exposure for all of us and a true partnership to help both families expand our parts of the business.”

  Without skipping a beat, Salvatore asked, “Does this mean that more travel would be required between Italy and the States?”

  “Yes, I imagine that would be very important,” Dad said, not understanding the question as one that was as exciting as the news itself. I had to put my head down to hide my smile.

  “Well, that is fantastic news!” Salvatore said, clapping his hands together and then turning to me to smile. “The thought of getting to see Taylor more is very good.”

  “Yes, you two seem to have taken quite a liking to each other,” my mom said, staring at the two of us with a curious smile on her face. I don’t know if it was my imagination or if she was curious about the type of friendship we had. I hoped that it was my imagination.

  “We have,” I said.

  “This is good,” Mom replied. Then she looked at Salvatore. “I definitely like that she’d reach out beyond our small town to build some friendships with young people. There’s so much to see in this world and no need to confine it to one small area.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, Mrs. First,” Salvatore replied.

  It was my dad’s turn next. “I thought you weren’t sure if you wanted to go into the family business. Change of heart?”

  “I’m starting to believe so,” Salvatore said forthrightly. His boldness was so exciting to me…a real turn-on.

  “Well, that’s wonderful news,” Dad replied, leaning back in his chair and adjusting the lapel to his suit. “The day will come when you two will probably work together, running the company and the various enterprises within it. Then us old people can retire and live the high life, watching our kids continue to build what we started.”

  I smiled at my dad, feeling my eyes well up with tears. Building a legacy for me was something he’d always wanted more than anything else. It was a source of pride for him and knowing that he’d done good enough to contribute to his daughter, his only child, having a successful life meant the world to him.

  “Oh dear, stop it. You’re going to make Taylor cry and they’ll all wonder what we’ve been talking about over here.”

  If Mom only had an idea how much I’d cried today, I thought. Happy tears were definitely welcome for a change of pace.

  “I’m okay, Mom,” I said. “What Dad says is true. Salvatore and I have become steadfast friends and I’m definitely going to miss him when he’s gone.”

  “That’s so nice,” Mom said.

  Then my parents got involved in some conversation and I was talking casually with Salvatore about art and some of the museums we still wanted to see. I was shocked, yet thrilled, when I felt his finger go underneath the table and start tracing a pattern on my leg. I instantly responded to it, feeling a bit flushed. It was so hard to focus on a conversation with Salvatore at that moment because all I wanted to do was shut my eyes, close my mouth, and let his fingers do the talking.

  “Are you alright, dear? You look flushed,” Mom said.

  “Just a little warm and hungry. I’ll be fine when the food comes.”

  “And it looks like it’s coming out the door of the kitchen right now,” Dad said.

  The waiter came over and delivered the food. We all ate, talking casually and enjoying the exquisite tastes that made the restaurant so famous and popular in DC. It truly was divine. Finally it was time to leave and Salvatore stood up first, pulling my chair out for me. As I stood up, he brushed against me and whispered in my ear, “I cannot wait until we are home and your parents are asleep. I insist that you sneak out to the guest house to be with me.”

  “It’s a date,” I whispered back.

  Then we walked out of the restaurant, Salvatore and I going toward my car and my parents waiting for the valet to deliver theirs to them.

  “We’ll see you back home,” I said.

  “Okay, you kids drive safe,” Mom said.

  “We will,” I replied, turning to Salvatore. “I definitely don’t want anything bad to happen.”

  The ride home was full of innuendos and subtle teases that built up my desires and anticipation. I wanted to make sure we got home before my parents did so Salvatore could sneak back to the guest house with his suitcase—no questions asked and no explanations needed. That was my master plan and I hoped it would work out. I wasn’t particularly skilled at being devious, but pulling this one off would be a great accomplishment.

  By the time I got home and my parents did, they couldn’t get to their room soon enough to go to sleep. Thankfully neither of them was someone who enjoyed staying up late. I lay on my bed and listened until I heard their bedroom door shut. I gave it ten more minutes, and then I headed out to the kitchen, quietly sliding open the patio door and making my way to the one place I wanted to be more than anywhere else in the world at that moment—in Salvatore’s arms and with him inside of me.

  Chapter 16

  I was shocked at what a generous, giving lover that Salvatore was. He did things and moved his body in a way that spoke of so much experience. His vivid imagination and willingness to try anything was exciting. Together, we explored so many wonderful things and every place that we were at became a place that seemed suitable for a sexual playground. I couldn’t get enough of him and it didn’t take long for me to realize that I’d never really experienced the art of love making with a talented, passionate man before in my life. I’d thought Chase was “as good as it gets,” but I’d been wrong.

  Our daily routines were always surprising and amazing. With the merger taking place, Salvatore was also coming to the office more to learn a few things and one thing that was great about my dad’s building was that there were a lot of room there and not enough people to fill them all.

  On the way to work one morning, I was feeling particularly distracted, being denied the pleasure of Salvatore’s sensual touch the night before. “What do you say we have a little contest today?” I said.

  “I’m listening,” he replied, reaching over with his arm and grazing his hand across my breast.

  I breathed in, feeling like I’d lost my breath, and bit my lip, recomposing myself. “We have to see who can make each other come the quickest at the office today.”

  “Scandalous…are you turning into a voyeur on me, Miss Taylor First?”

  “Let’s just say an explorer,” I countered, laughing. “But if you’re too chicken.”

  “Italians are not chickens. Any challenge that involves love is one that we can conquer.”

  “We shall see,” I sa
id.

  That day was one of the most high energy, high alert days ever. Just the thoughts of having an orgasm at some point made me want to orgasm.

  “Salvatore, can you help me reach some old document books? They’re up on a high shelf in the records room,” I said.

  Mary, a co-worker that was nearby said she’d help, but I turned her down, staring at Salvatore and making sure my hair covered the side of my face so she couldn’t see me lick my lips at him.

  “No, no, Mary, I insist that I help. Your time is more important,” Salvatore said.

  Mary giggled and I could not hide my smile. Everything Salvatore said sounded so sensual and kind…so caring. That was probably because he actually was those two things and he didn’t say things to simply control situations and manipulate people into doing what he wanted.

  I walked ahead of Salvatore and gave a little extra strut. He followed behind me and when we got into the room I turned around and shut the door behind him, turning the dead bolt to the right so no one could walk in.

  Then I pressed Salvatore’s back against the door and knelt down, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down around his ankles. His cock had already begun to get hard, but it wouldn’t know what hit it as soon as I took it into my mouth and made it so hard that it would distract Salvatore to the point where he had to come.

  My mouth slid down on him and my hands gently tickled his balls as I moved up and down, enjoying the sensation of his massive size in my mouth. It took only seconds for him to begin groaning and I looked up at him while I kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and saw him biting his lip, trying to remain quiet. Yes, I liked that very much.

  Salvatore’s hands went down to my shoulders, trying to brace himself and I could sense his back arching. A slight bit of salty fluid started to come out of his penis, showing that he was getting closer to coming. I moved more aggressively and rapidly, not stopping and so wrapped up in the moment. I loved his cock so much and I was wet from giving him pleasure, anticipating what the taste of him would be like in my mouth.

  It was time and I could sense he was about to come, but then suddenly he dropped down, making it so my mouth was no longer on his cock. He was on his knees and slowly lowered me down onto the cold cement floor of the records room and gently leaned me back. I was looking at him propped up on my elbows and he slowly lifted up my skirt, moving my black lace panties to the side and started to dart his tongue in and out, teasing my labia with his fingers. I could feel the spasms starting to form inside of me and I was getting dangerously close to achieving orgasm. No, I couldn’t let it happen. Yet, I didn’t want to pull away. Win the bet or lose the bet…hmmm…something inside of me made me decide I wanted to win.

  I slid backward and now it was me who was out of reach for him.

  “I guess we’ll have to call this a draw,” I said, smiling at him seductively. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing.

  Salvatore groaned, looking down at his hard-on. “Until next time,” he said, acting like a pouting child.

  “Until next time,” I said. Then I stood up and Salvatore followed suit. He came toward me and kissed me passionately and I could taste my desire on his lips.

  “Yummy,” he said. Then he pulled his pants up and we chatted for a few minutes before leaving the storage room.

  We got back out to the office and Mary looked over to us. “Where’s the records?” she asked.

  Ooops!

  “I couldn’t find what we needed,” I said. “I’ll have to think of where else to look.”

  “Okay, Taylor. Let me know if you need help,” she replied. I smiled, telling her I would. I knew that Mary had worked with my father for a long time and she was probably thinking she knew where everything was in this building way more than I did. And yes, she was right, but she had no clue what I was really looking for that day.

  For the next hours, no chances to win the bet happened. Then I saw a golden opportunity. Salvatore had gone into the conference room to do some work for his school and I knew it was time. It was the lunch hour and barely anyone was around. I went into the bathroom for a brief moment and then made my way to the conference room, quietly opening the door and closing it behind me. Salvatore’s back was to me.

  Once again, I locked the door to ensure our privacy and I coughed to get Salvatore’s attention. He turned around and stared at me in disbelief. My back was pressed against the door and my skirt was lifted up over my waist. I’d slid my panties off in the bathroom and I was slowly entering into me, fingering myself and unbuttoning my emerald green blouse with my other hand.

  He stared, captivated by my show and not taking his eyes off me for a second. As I went into my little private, kinky show for him I began to talk to him.

  “Salvatore, you make me feel so hot…so distracted. Just the way you look at me is so sexy. Can’t you feel how bad I want you…how much I need you. It only takes one glance in your direction to make me so wet. Look what you’ve done to me…I can’t stand it.”

  Then I was quiet, arching my back and moving rapidly. Now, deep down in my mind I realized that I was about to come because the combination of my dirty talk and masturbating had really aroused me. I was just banking that I wasn’t the only one aroused.

  I stared down at Salvatore’s pants and saw how hard he was. He’d managed to unzip them and was stroking his cock aggressively, staring at me and sparks were shooting out of his eyes, showing he wanted what I did, too.

  Yes, this is it. It’s time, I thought.

  I walked over to Salvatore and crawled on top of him, sliding right on to his hard-on and grabbed my breasts, darting my own tongue down to kiss them as I kept gyrating back and forth, up and down, on Salvatore’s engorged cock. I could feel his pelvis thrusting upward, wanting to be as deeply in me as he could be.

  My loins started to quiver and my juices build…it was time…it was close…so close…oh no…I couldn’t stop it. I gave a whimper and came all over Salvatore. I was so wrapped up in how it felt that I didn’t even realize at first that he was doing the exact same thing. He’d released, too.

  “I think we’re still at a draw,” he whispered, “but I don’t mind. Wow! Just wow!”

  I leaned in and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. “You’re so amazing.”

  “Maybe, not like you. That was really sexy, Taylor. Where did you learn how to do that?”

  “You inspire me,” I said, sliding off of him and standing up.

  Then I looked at the clock and realized that it was nearly 1:00 and I’d better get myself organized so I didn’t have that ‘I just got royally bopped’ look all over my face.

  The rest of the day at the office was actually spent working and then by the time we got home, Salvatore was preparing to make supper for everyone. He loved to cook and no one in my family complained because he was an exceptional chef. My mom had never love cooking so she was definitely thrilled by his desire to do so.

  I recall watching this movie, Like Water for Chocolate, and it was all about how this woman expressed her love for the man she couldn’t have through her cooking. It was such a wildly romantic notion to me when I watched that movie and somehow I really sensed what that was about through Salvatore’s cooking. Every bite tasted like the best food I’d ever had and while I wasn’t saying that we were in love, I was definitely feeling like I was crazy, intense into him and I couldn’t have been happier.

  The entire world was like our sexual playground and it was so amazing. Even looking at things I’d seen my whole life made me think different sexually. I looked at the playground at the park I’d played on as a child and thought, man, I’d like to rock Salvatore’s world on that swinging bridge. It was ridiculous…awesomely ridiculous.

  With the impending merger, more of Dad’s talk had turned to business at the supper table and he and mom were going to be leaving for a week in Italy in just a week and be back before Salvatore was set to return (something we’d agreed not to talk about.) We’
d listen, share ideas, and try to get a grasp on my dad’s way of doing business compared to the things that I may do. I knew that Salvatore was still unsure if the family business was the right choice for him, but he was definitely keeping the option open. I wondered what it would be like to work with your partner day in and day out like my parents had. They’d handled it beautifully, being absolutely complimentary to each other in every way. Then my thoughts would freeze: I was talking like I’d be with Salvatore for the rest of my life. I had to get my head out of the clouds and realize that a beautiful sexual relationship combined with a strong friendship didn’t mean we were marriage material.

  “Taylor,” Salvatore said.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I asked. I’d clearly drifted off into my sporadic thoughts about all things Salvatore and had faded out of the conversation.

  “I am having some problems with a part of my English class and I was wondering if you could tutor me tonight? If you’re not too busy, that is.”

  “Sure, no problem,” I said, automatically getting back to the present and jumping toward the future. The word tutor was code for “I want it now.”

  “Wonderful,” Salvatore said. “I’ll clean up the dishes now. Meet me in an hour?”

  “That would be great, but I’ll clean up the dishes. Cooking is more than enough.” I smiled at him softly, barely able to look him in the eyes for fear of revealing too much.

  “Okay, thank you.”

  “Thanks for the great meal. You did it once again, Salvatore,” my dad said.

  “Your welcome, Mr. First.”

  Then Salvatore was gone and I caught a curious glance between my parents. My mom looked at me and asked, “So, we haven’t seen Chase around lately. We’re not keeping you from him with all the requests for Salvatore’s time, are we? I know what a big summer this is for you two.”

  “No, not at all, he’s so busy with things happening in DC. It’s just been harder to spend time with each other. That should mellow out soon enough.”