Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  The kitchen was about the one place in the entire house that wasn't dressed up in Christmas decorations. The Santa fridge magnets were about the only thing. She probably had future plans for the kitchen.

  I sat down at the island with white marble counter-tops. “The house looks great, Mom.”

  My mother took out a plate of leftovers from the fridge. “Took a long time but Bobby was such a great help. He did all the lights outside.” She put the plate in the microwave and punched a few buttons.

  “I'm glad you find a guy to share your Christmas obsession with.”

  “Well I wouldn't exactly say he's thrilled with the over-the-board decorating but he accepts it.” The microwave dinged and she took out the plate.

  “Then I'm glad you found a guy who will accept you for who you are.”

  My mom gave me a gentle smile and put the plate of food, fork, and knife in front of me. “Bobby really is such a great guy.”

  I cut into the chicken and put the first piece in my mouth. Even though it had been cold and reheated, it actually tasted really good. Way better than the filth they served at my dorm.

  Bobby entered the kitchen. He was certainly jolly right now. “What are my two favorite girls talking about?”

  My mom poured me a glass of water. “I was just about to bring up school to Anna.”

  Bobby turned to me. “How's college going?”

  I tried to chew my food faster so I could open my mouth and speak. “Going well I guess.”

  “And your grades?” my mom asked.

  I swallowed a big lump of rice. “Still in the B range.”

  My mom went to the oven and set it to preheat. “Keep up the good work. I'm going to bake us all some gingerbread cookies so save some room.”

  “Those cookies will be the death of me,” Bobby said.

  My mom slapped him with a rag. “Oh stop, you.”

  Bobby poked his chest. “You want me to stop? Well come here and make me.” He pulled my mom in for a kiss and I had to avert my eyes to avoid the gushy romance.

  The doorbell rang and thankfully interrupted them. “That must be Mason,” Bobby said.

  My heart skipped a beat.

  Chapter Three

  I didn't think Mason would be here so soon. It was still three days until Christmas. I thought I at least had a couple more days to get used to the idea and prepare myself.

  I looked down at my outfit and groaned. A puffy jacket and jeans weren't going to cut it. I quickly tore off the jacket and my beige sweater wasn't exactly sexy but it was better than before.

  “Anna! Come over here and meet Mason,” my mom called out.

  I took out my phone and used my reflection to try and comb my hair with my fingers. I took two deep breaths to calm my beating heart. “You can do this, Anna,” I said softly.

  I walked into the hallway and saw him stuck in a bear hug with my mom. I couldn't get a good look at him because he was being blocked. It would be a little while longer until my mom would finally release him.

  Bobby waved his hand at me to come closer. “Anna this is my son, Mason.”

  My mom let Mason go and I felt like I took a punch to the gut. The picture I had stolen of Mason didn't do him enough justice. This man before me must've been cut from stone or something. His body was lean but muscular, his face perfect in almost in very way. The stubble around his jaw gave him a rugged sexy look that made my legs weak.

  He took a step forward and I didn't know what to do. My fight-or-flight sense kicked in. I wanted to run away from this gorgeous man that I had no business being in the same room with. My feet were frozen in place so I wasn't going anywhere.

  “I've heard a lot about you, Anna,” Mason said. His voice was deep and mysterious. I wanted him to say my name again and again. I would never get sick of it.

  “Nice to meet you,” I barely choked out. I put out my trembling hand to shake his. He ignored it and came in for a hug. I wasn't ready for this.

  His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close. My breasts pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart beat against mine. His cologne filled my nose and made me swoon. What I wouldn't give to smell him all day.

  Is this what love at first sight was? Or was this lust at first sight?

  It didn't matter because I wanted him to be mine in every way.

  Mason let me go and I wished that the hug was longer. Why couldn't he hug like my mom?

  Bobby put Mason in a headlock and rubbed his head. “I haven't seen you in forever. How the hell are you doing?”

  Bobby released him and Mason fiddled with his messed up hair. He gave me a smile and I almost fell over. He could get someone killed with those dark blue eyes and perfect teeth.

  Mason fixed his black button-up shirt and I wondered if he was always so dressed up. Didn't matter because it looked damn good on him. “Doing great. Job is going well,” he said.

  Bobby slapped him on the back. “Good to hear. You've eaten yet? Dorothy might have some leftovers?”

  My mom shook her head. “I'm sorry but Anna ate them all.”

  I cringed. Being seen as a big fatty was not the kind of introduction I was hoping for with Mason.

  Mason shook his head. “Don't worry, I ate plenty before I came over.”

  “Grab your suitcase then and I'll show you your room,” Bobby said. They made their way up the stairs and I couldn't help but watch Mason go. It was like everything moved in slow motion. I stared at him for what seemed like days.

  When they were almost out of view I heard Bobby say, “We're going to put you in the room next to Anna.”

  The blood drained from my face. My room had a door that led to a bathroom and that connected to the room next to mine. They called it a jack-and-jill bathroom. I would have special access to Mason's room. I'd be able to enter it without even going into the hallway.

  Or Mason could enter my room secretly. The thought of him coming into my room late at night thrilled me in ways I never imagined. The things I could do to him...

  “Anna, would you like to help with the cookies? My mom asked.

  I wanted to go upstairs and talk to Mason some more but I knew that was a bad idea. I had to play it cool. If I looked to desperate, it would scare him away.

  “Sure, Mom,” I replied.

  I couldn't remember the last time I actually baked anything. There was nowhere to do it at the dorms. It's not like I really knew how to bake anyways. My mom always did the heavy lifting when I would help her.

  And that's how this time went. I took orders from my mom and we put the globs of cookie dough on the baking sheets. It didn't take long for them to cook.

  Bobby was attracted to the smell and floated into the kitchen. “Are the cookies almost done? They smell amazing.”

  My mom shooed him away. “Get away, vulture. They're ready when they're ready.”

  I left them to go upstairs and find Mason. I assumed he was unpacking or something. A dreadful thought entered my mind. What if he had a girlfriend?

  He could be talking to her right now!

  Bobby never mentioned Mason dating anyone. The topic never came up though because I never asked.

  Get a hold of yourself, Anna.

  Chapter Four

  I passed my room and peeked into Mason's. He stood before a bed with flannel sheets and was unpacking his suitcase. I stood in the doorway but didn't know how to announce myself.

  I knocked on the door and coughed in my hand. I didn't need to do both and felt like a ditz.

  Mason flipped his head around. “What's up, Anna?”

  “I was just wondering if you needed any help unpacking?”

  “I think I can handle it,” Mason replied. He returned to his black suitcase, taking out a stack of neatly-folded shirts and placing them on the bed.

  “Cool. Have a good night then.”

  “Goodnight,” he said without looking back at me.

  I stood there in the door not knowing what to do. I felt so dumb.
I inched my way out into the hallway and ran to my room. I closed the door behind me and rested against it, my chest heaving up and down.

  “You're so stupid, Anna.”

  “Did you say something?” a voice said.

  The hairs on the back of my neck raised when I realized that my door to the bathroom was open and Mason could hear me.

  I went to the bathroom and Mason had a clear view into my room. “Nope I didn't hear anything.”

  Mason shrugged. “Goodnight.”

  My face turned red and I closed my bathroom door. I collapsed onto my bed and stuffed my head in my pillow. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I thought that Mason would be able to hear that too.

  I forced myself to get up and start unpacking. The best thing to do was to move on. Mason was way out of my league and after my bumbling performance, there was no way he'd be interested in me.

  I placed all my clothes in the dresser, or more accurately stuffed them in there. I grabbed my bathroom bag and went for the door when I realized that if Mason left his door open, he'd be able to watch me get ready. He'd see me without makeup on.

  I couldn't even open my door to see if his was closed. I'd look like a fool if I opened it and he saw me again.

  I resigned myself to not washing my face or brushing my teeth. It wasn't like I was going to be kissing anyone tonight.

  I stripped down to my red panties and jumped under the covers. The plush sheets felt luxurious against my naked skin. I rolled over onto my side and realized that I wasn't the least bit tired even though it was pretty late.

  All this business with Mason was too exciting for an untouched woman like me.

  The pressing need between my thighs was too hard to ignore. My fingers slipped between my breasts and under my panties. I found my fleshy button and my body swelled with pleasure. Just the thought of Mason being so close was overpowering.

  I imagined him sneaking into my room late at night and getting under the covers with me. He'd kiss me gently to wake me up and I'd let him do whatever he wanted to.

  I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. My fingers worked my clit in circles, around and around. Mason's mouth against mine, our tongues dancing together.

  I was so close. The finish line was within sight.

  My legs stretched out and my muscles flexed.

  Then a knock at the bathroom door.

  I completely froze in place, my fingers still pressed against my clit. I lifted my head up and saw that the light under the bathroom door was on. Mason was in there right now.

  Holy fuck! Could he hear me touching myself?

  I composed myself and made sure the covers were up to my neck. “Yes?”

  The door opened and Mason peeked his head into my room. “I was wondering if you had any toothpaste? I guess I forgot to pack mine.”

  “Yeah of course. You can use mine.” I realized that my bathroom bag was on top of the dresser across the room. I cursed myself for taking off all my clothes off earlier.

  Mason stood in the doorway, waiting for me to get up.

  “This is embarrassing. I'm naked under here.”

  A flash of delight crossed Mason's eyes. He stared at me with more intensity before closing the door between us.

  Did I sense a little bit of desire? Was he thinking about me being naked right now?

  I bolted out of bed and put my jeans and sweater back on. I grabbed the bathroom bag and knocked on the door.

  Mason opened it up and I walked in. “Sorry about that,” I said. I handed him the tube of toothpaste and took out my own toothbrush. I might as well brush my teeth while I had the chance. Plus anymore time with Mason was a bonus.

  “No problem. Thanks for letting me borrow your toothpaste.”

  I turned to the mirror and saw that my cheeks were bright red. There was no hiding my level of embarrassment.

  I quickly brushed my teeth, trying not to focus on Mason who was right next to me.

  I saw that my hard nipples were clearly visible through the thick sweater. I casually put one arm across my chest and looked over. Mason's eyes darted upwards from my chest.

  He was checking me out!

  We said goodnight again and went to our separate rooms. I lay in bed for hours thinking about the two of us.

  What would it be like with him? What would my first time be like?

  The amount of questions tired me out and I was soon fast asleep.

  Chapter Five

  I woke up early the next morning to get into the bathroom before Mason could wake up. Lucky for me his door was closed. I peed and washed my face in a flash. I thought about taking a shower but it'd be too noisy and Mason would probably wake up.

  I went downstairs to find Bobby in the kitchen. Eggs were being scrambled in a pan and bacon was cooking in another.

  “Smells delicious,” I said, sitting down on a stool at the island.

  “Sleep okay?” Bobby asked.

  I thought about the interruption during my masturbation session. That pressing need between my thighs still hadn't been fulfilled yet. I would have to find some time later today to take care of it. Better to do it when nobody was home.

  “I slept pretty good. How about you?”

  “As good as it gets. I hope you like your eggs scrambled.” He flipped them over with a spatula and broke them up.

  “It's the only way I like them,” I replied.

  Bobby took a plate and plopped a mound of yellow eggs on top. He neatly placed four strips of bacon next to it.

  “Enjoy,” Bobby said with a smile.

  “Thank you. This looks amazing.” I took a bite of greasy bacon first and my stomach begged for more.

  “Is Mason up yet?”

  I shook my head. “I don't think so. Is my mom up?”

  “Are you kidding me? You're mom's been up for two hours now.”

  I looked at the clock and it read: 7:15 AM. “I didn't know she wakes up so early.”

  “Every day,” my mom said as she entered from the hallway. She came over and kissed me on the forehead. “It's so good to have you back home.”

  “Dorothy, you want some eggs and bacon?” Bobby asked.

  “That would be great. Thank you for cooking!”

  Bobby made her a plate and put it in front of her. “I'm going to go wake Mason's ass up.”

  After he left, my mom leaned over. “Isn't he the best?”

  “You did good, Mom. He's really something,” I replied with a mouthful of food. I needed to finish eating before Mason came down. I didn't want him to see me stuffing myself and reinforce the image that was placed upon me last night.