Tricky Wisdom: Year I

by Camryn Eyde

  I was lost in perfumes of vanilla and jasmine, and the moist warmth of her tongue. Uncaring, I heard myself mutter her name and brief words of encouragement. A chuckle shook her before she lowered her mouth to the other breast.

  Her touch shivered through my skin as it brushed over my ribs, down the curve of my waist and over my hips. I rose against her touch, and involuntarily jerked against her fingers as they explored below my panty line. A kissed dropped against the expanse between belly button and underwear made me moan and seconds later, I was stripped of my last piece of armor.

  I was shaking when she covered me again. Her leg between mine and her breath warm against my face. “You okay?” she whispered.

  I was more than okay. I was feverish for her. I swallowed and nodded, certain that my voice was long ago rendered useless with passion. She smiled again and stroked my cheek. Her mouth against mine once more, she darted her tongue between my lips as she tried to distract me from the way her fingers danced over my hip. Sweeping her tongue across my teeth, I broke away and cried out as she touched my intimate parts for the first time.

  “Oh, my…Liv,” I said in hoarse pants of air.

  Moaning on each touch, she began to circle the most sensitive part of me with a long finger. She rolled her hips against me and tucked her head into my neck. The moment she bit down on my pulse point, I lifted off the bed and provoked the most sensational moan from her when my thigh pressed hard against a hot slickness I recognized as her sex. Oh, God. I did that to her. I made her that aroused. My next goal was to make her moan like that again.

  I had been clutching at her arm and back without logic when she began to stroke between my legs. Now, still pressing against her delicious touch, I made a deliberate attempt to touch her with purpose. One hand draping down her back squeezed at her buttocks and pulled her tight against my leg as I lifted it. Her appreciation was instant and she whispered my name against my skin and rolled her pelvis down against me.

  I congratulated myself for my success.

  Sucking in air as she rubbed harder against me with her fingers, I did my best to retain my concentration as my other hand skimmed up her side, found its way between our bodies, and squeezed her breast.

  “Darcy,” she murmured. A murmur that became a sensual groan as I pinched the hard little tip of her breast between forefinger and thumb.

  I forgot everything I was doing when her hand dropped lower and pressed at my entrance. I’d never been touched by anyone, and everything she was doing was beyond anything I could dream. I froze as she explored me with shallow, gentle probes. My hips canted and I moaned as a long finger sheathed itself inside me.

  I hissed with the sharp sting of penetration, before that gave away to pleasure. “Oh, Lord. Liv, that’s…oh…” I trailed off with another moan of appreciation.

  Her finger began to slide in and out of me and so overwhelmed with the sensation, that I forgot everything. My breath faltered, my heart stopped, and I could do nothing but search for more of her touch with an arch of my hips.

  “Oh, Liv…” She hummed against my neck and eased another long finger inside me, curling her fingers upwards and doing something to me that lifted my hips from the bed. “God!”

  She raised her head from my neck and looked down at me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but the more she thrust and the more I rose against her hand, the more fanatical I became. Coiling at the base of my spine was this awareness I’d never felt before. I grasped at her buttocks and pulled her close as she leaned above me, using her weight to encourage her fingers deeper. My other hand, long having lost its grip on her breast, reached for her as well and as she pressed down on my hips, I thrust up against hers. With a keening cry, I felt that coil build into a pressure I wasn’t sure I could withstand, and as she drove me insane with her ministrations, my consciousness burst and I cried out as my body exploded to pieces. Thrashing against Olivia, I tried to make sense of what happened, and before I could, my mind went blank and sated.

  I came to with a shiver and felt Olivia caressing the skin at my side with long, languid strokes.

  “Hi,” she whispered.

  “Hi.”

  Smiling, she kissed my shoulder. “You okay?”

  I nodded. I was more than okay. I was sky high on endorphins. “You?”

  She hummed against my skin. Her thigh rubbed against mine and she fidgeted her hips. I blinked rapidly as I realized what that might mean. I shuffled to my side, dislodging her a little. My hand rested on her hip and drew itself up her body to her neck, which I used to draw her in for a kiss. “You’re amazing.”

  She chuckled and shook her head. “No. You’re the amazing one. You’re magnificent.”

  I blushed.

  She smiled.

  “I want to…” I cleared my throat. “I want to touch you.”

  She shuddered a little. “You don’t have to.”

  “Oh.” I nibbled on my lip. I really, really wanted to touch her. To make her feel the way she made me feel. To show her how much I cared for her. Her fingers stroking my cheek roused me from my thoughts. Those blue eyes of hers looked desperate, and I couldn’t decide what it was she wanted, so I said, “I need to touch you.” She drew in a breath. “Please?”

  After she exhaled, she nodded. “I really wish you would.”

  That was enough for me, and I closed the gap to kiss her. Taking control of the encounter, I plundered her mouth with my tongue as I rolled on top of her. The moan she emanated was delicious and trickled down my skin straight to the juncture between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was turned on already. Choosing not to question the way this woman made me feel, I let my fantasies come to life. I had long dreamt of the way I would touch a lover. Of the way I would make them squirm. Of the way they would taste on my tongue. For months, I had imagined doing this to Olivia.

  Descending down her body with nibbling teeth and soothing tongue, I pulled her panties away and inhaled the arousal I had induced. It was musky and sweet and with a swipe of my tongue, I coated my senses in its taste.

  Olivia hissed and arched her back, pressing the hard bundle of nerves against my tongue. Wrapping my lips around it, I sucked and tore a long moan from her lips. Looking up her body, I saw the bend in her back and the way her breasts strained against her bra. I saw the tendons pulled tight in her neck as her teeth bared in pleasure.

  My senses fired in bursts of electricity, and suddenly I was fumbling. I’d never had this much power and I was overwhelmed at how submissive Olivia was at my touch. She was at my mercy and I didn’t want to disappoint. Unfortunately, now that I was conscious of being perfect, I became clumsy and nervous.

  I continued to lick and wanted to provide her with more sensation and misjudged how much my hands were shaking. She hissed as I accidentally scraped her skin as my finger tried to part those velvet curtains at her entrance. Her head lifted and her hand touched my hair.

  “S-sorry,” I stuttered. “I…uh…damn it.”

  She smiled at me and ran her fingers through my hair. “Come here.”

  I nodded and did what I was told. “Relax,” she said after kissing her taste from my lips. “Relax.”

  I nodded against her forehead and took a deep breath. Kissing her again, I let my hand cup her and stroke the moisture from her center. Rolling over the tight engorged bud above her entrance, I circled it in smooth taunting movements, and once again, she was putty at my touch.

  “I’m so close,” she murmured into my mouth. “Please, Darcy. I need more.”

  I acknowledged her words with a moan and tried once again to penetrate her with my finger. Successful, I slid it deep within her, careful not to snag her sensitive skin with my nails again. She rolled against me and with her keening whimper, I pushed in another finger. Her breath rushed from her body with significant force and she bit down hard on her lip. Groaning, she sucked air in with short, sharp breaths and the tempo increased exponentially as I felt her walls begin to clench. I was lost in the feeling of
her. The way her muscles drew my fingers in deeper. The way her body heated below mine. The way our skin rubbed together and the way she began to pant my name as her body tensed.

  In a moment of complete stillness after I curled my fingers as she had, she grunted a high-pitch sound and shuddered in my arms. Clutching me upon her, I let my weight drop and allowed her body to continue pulsing and rubbing against mine.

  “Oh, Darcy,” she whispered as her heart rate calmed many minutes later. “You are simply divine.”

  “I did okay?” I asked, unsure as I lifted my head to look at her.

  She chuckled. “You did more than okay, trust me.”

  I grinned. Happy with my first attempt at making love, Olivia shook her head at me and encouraged me to climb under the bed sheets with her. Cozy and satiated, we wrapped our naked bodies together and drifted into a deep slumber. Dreams of Olivia’s smile and moaning gasps filled my sleep. I was sure I slept with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I now see the logic behind declining your sexual urges as Olivia had. However, how she had managed to deny herself considering she had an inclination of what it might be like when we made love was mind-boggling. I was blissfully unaware of the amount of self-control she had. Until now. Now, I was frustrated, always on edge, and damn near ready to explode if I couldn’t have her naked in my arms within the next hour. I had gone from twenty-three-year-old virgin to raging nymphomaniac.

  It took little-to-no convincing to have Olivia join me for the two-week summer break. It was dawning on me that she had no one in her life to visit and lived a secluded life. Assimilating her into my family was easy, and somewhere inside me, I recognized I was giving her a taste of what it was like to have people that loved you unconditionally.

  My parents certainly did that.

  Ecstatic that Olivia was coming to stay, I had been abruptly shoved to the side as favorite daughter, and Olivia had been tucked firmly under my mother’s wing from the instant we arrived. A problematic position considering I had a constant urge to rip Olivia’s clothes off.

  We had crashed dreamlessly together late last night, exhausted from the travel and beginning stanzas of our love-making marathon in Boston. I had woken to her familiar scent for the first time in weeks and felt my body instantly respond. Moving my hands over her body, I was progressively initiating more and more moans from her when my door knocked and mom burst in a millisecond after.

  “Oh!” she said, noticing the guilty looks on our faces. Mom blushed while I hid under the covers and pretended I didn’t just have my hand in Olivia’s panties. “I guess I should rethink that,” Mom said. I assumed she indicated to the door and her entrance style, but I couldn’t tell, I was still hiding.

  Olivia began to shake with silent laughter as I heard my door shut.

  Knock. Knock. Knock. “You decent?” Mom called out.

  “Yes, Mrs. Wright. Please come in,” Olivia called back.

  “Now, dear, Mrs. Wright was my mother-in-law and I detested that demon with each breath I took. Call me Marg or Ma.”

  I poked my head out of the covers. Did my mother just instruct my girlfriend to call her Mom? I looked at Olivia. She looked shocked. “Ah…okay…Marg,” she said.

  Mom grinned. “Now, Darcy dear, I’m going to Duluth today and I’m going to steal your girlfriend away.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because it’s none of your business, that’s why.”

  “But, Mom,” I said, hearing the girly whine in my voice. Olivia smirked at me.

  “It’s not negotiable. Olivia, dear, we’re leaving in half an hour.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she said, smiling at my mother. After smiling back, she shut the door and we could hear her whistling her way downstairs.

  “What’s in Duluth?”

  “Boats.”

  Olivia screwed her face up at me, and before I knew it, she had left with Mom leaving me frustrated and alone. Dad had gone to work as the sun rose, and after moping about in the kitchen, I spotted a box in the corner boasting auto parts.

  I smiled.

  Mavis.

  Dashing upstairs to put on my overalls, I busied myself in the garage reacquainting myself with my car.

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  Elbow deep in grease and growling at a split bolt deep inside the engine, I stood and threw the spanner in the general direction of the tool box.

  “Ah!”

  Spinning, I realized I just missed Taylor as she walked through the shed door. “Sorry. You okay?”

  She held a hand over her chest and nodded at me. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Mavis is being a bitch today.”

  Taylor smiled and shook her head. “When isn’t she?”

  I bit my lip. “True.”

  Taylor’s smile grew and she moved closer to me, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “You didn’t tell me you were here already,” she said as she leaned back. “In fact, I haven’t heard from you since Thursday. You okay?”

  She was right. I was messaging her the night I confronted Olivia about her mood. Taylor was aware of the troubles we’d been having since the night Olivia drank herself to sleep. Aware was probably a strong word. She knew I was back in my old room and moping about. In the past thirty-six hours, however, I was completely obsessed with naked Olivia and had yet to share that news with my best friend. I sighed and smiled thinking of the way Olivia looked laying back on the bed ready for me.

  “Uh. Darce?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Where did you just go?”

  “Huh?” I cleared my throat. “Nowhere.”

  Taylor narrowed her eyes. “So, how’s the girlfriend?”

  “Olivia?”

  “How many girlfriends do you have?”

  I smiled. “Just one, and she’s great.”

  Taylor arched her eyebrows. “I thought you two were having…issues.”

  I shook my head. “We sorted it out.” I grinned. “And she came home for vacation.”

  Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “She’s here?”

  “Duluth, actually. Mom kidnaped her.” I smiled as I thought of the interaction in my bedroom that morning. “Mom asked her to call her Ma.”

  “She what? I mean…that’s great, right?”

  “Yeah, it is.” Taking a deep breath, I said, “Where’s Charli?”

  “At work.”

  “And you’re both good?”

  Taylor shrugged. “I guess.”

  I nodded and we fell into an awkward sort of silence. I wasn’t used to this. Taylor was the one person I could rely on to feel comfortable, but this was far from it.

  “So…” Taylor started.

  “So…”

  “I…uh…probably should get back. I just wanted to drop by and say hi.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Taylor nodded her head. “See you at dinner? Your parents invited us over yesterday, you know, for the special occasion.”

  “Cool. See you then.”

  We smiled at each other and she left. I watched her leave with a chilling trepidation growing in my chest. What just happened?

  Worse still, Taylor had just reminded me that today was my birthday. The reason my mother had dragged Olivia into Duluth suddenly dawned on me. There’s only one thing my mother goes to Duluth for…cheesecake.

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  Mavis continued to mock me, but I ignored her. Gone was my frustration with the bolt, replaced by the fear that Olivia was vulnerable to another breakdown. I saw how she dealt with the anniversary of Jayden’s death, so how was she going to cope with the anniversary of the day he was born. I should have warned her.

  “Ugh. Idiot.”

  “Pardon?”

  “Shit!” I jumped and banged my head on the hard edge as I tried to stand. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” I rubbed my head.

  “Jesus, Darcy, stand still.” It was Olivia. Grabbing my shoulders, she stilled me and tipped my head into the light hanging from the raised hood. “You’ll live.
You’ve just nicked the scalp.” She turned my head to her with a hand under my chin. “I suggest you stop rubbing oil into it, though.”

  I winced under the throbbing in my head and studied her. She looked calm. Tentatively, I asked, “How was Duluth?”

  She shrugged. “It was fine. How was…” she looked at my car.

  “Mavis.”

  “How was Mavis?”

  “She was a bitch. There’s a split bolt down there,” I pointed to the bottom of the engine. “And I think there’s a blockage in the fuel line. I was just trying to see the best way to manage that without having to pull it all out.”

  “Mmm.”

  I smiled at the way she bulged her eyes in some kind of mocking gesture. If she was being snide, maybe she was okay? “I guess car talk doesn’t turn you on?”

  She shook her head. “Sorry. No.”

  “What does turn you on?” I smiled and stepped closer to her.

  She stepped back. “Girlfriends that aren’t covered in black soot and oil.”

  I quickly pushed my overalls down to my boots, revealing a sports bra and boy shorts.

  She looked over my body with an appreciative gaze. Swallowing, she said, “Your hands are still greasy.”

  “I don’t need to use my hands, remember?” I enjoyed the flush moving up Olivia’s neck and felt a rush to make her feel good.

  “Your parents are just over there.” She indicated to the house ninety feet away.

  “I have a back seat.”

  “What? No.” Leaning in, I nuzzled her neck with my nose. She huffed and raised her chin up as I began pressing kisses along her flesh. I was comforted to see she was as affected as I was when we touched. And really, when I thought about it, she always had, however, she had once regained enough control to walk away. Now, I hoped that control had gone.