by Lass Small
That jolted her. It was so explicit. It was so-crass. She gasped. And it was then that she became vividly aware of her body’s independent response to his words. How shockingly basic was her own body! Who would ever believe that was so? And her eyes closed lazily as she smiled.
His laugh then in his throat was worse, better, wickedShe chided, “Behave.”
“I thought you wanted me to—”.
“Hush!”
“You don’t?”
“Yeeessssss!”
So she got kissed again. She didn’t notice where they were or what bed he laid her on. She was so involved with just the sensations. Her greedy body was outrageous!
She felt him move her clothing aside and his kisses were distracting. She gasped and cooperated and wiggled to get closer and was involved!
He said, “Slow down.” He said, “You wild. woman!” He said, “Wow!” He said, “Honey—”
She was trying to pull him to her when he said, “Hold it! We need to get on the condom!”
She stopped, frozen, and her eyes opened. She said, “Hurry!”
He laughed helplessly. “You’re a naughty woman!”
But his voice was soft and his chuckle was wicked.
He opened the drawer by the bed and exclaimed rather theatrically, “Here’s a whole batch!” Then he looked at her like he’d spilled the beans. But he fooled her. He said, “I shouldn’t have told you. Now you’ll want to use them all!”
She smiled like Alice’s Cheshire Cat and her eyes became wickedly sloe-eyed.
He was charmed. He’d heard of women like her but he’d never come across one. He’d had a couple. The women had been serious or woodenly enduring. He’d never encountered a one who was eager, sassy and fun. Of course, there’d been Billie Mae-but she’d just used him. Then she’d lain back and smoked a cigarette. It should have been a cigar.
Even Kyle’s mind called it ceegar.
Lauren shivered. “It’s so cold up here!”
And he said, “Move over so I can get in.”
She moved over out of her warming spot, but then she shuddered and moved back.
He asked, “You after me?”
“I want my side of the bed back. You just put me there to warm it for you! You go on around to the other side.”
“How could you be cold when you’re under those blankets and still wearing my coat?”
“I’m fragile.”
He nodded a couple of times like one of those fake birds that sit on the side of a whiskey glass. He said, “It’s awful cold in here. Let’s get friendly.”
“My feet are freezing.”
“So long as the rest’s okay, don’t worry about your feet.”
He began stripping off all of his clothing! She was simply amazed he would be that bold. Her eyes got bigger.
He said, “I’m no threat. It’s too cold.”
His wallet fell out of his discarding pants. He told her, “Uh-oh. I told you it was cold. It just fell off.”
She gasped.
He lifted the covers on the other side of the bed and slid in. He assured her, “I’m harmless. Be kind and warm me up.”
And she said, “Maybe we can glue it back on. I saw a foreign glue commercial—”
He smothered his laughter in such amused chuckles as he gathered her close to him. “It’s worth the try.” But he added sadly, “It’s frozen!”
“Maybe I can help.”
She moved over on top of him.
From under her, he asked with some interest, “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to warm your feet.”
And he suggested kindly, “Let’s work on what’s important.”
But she suddenly said, “You’re not at all cold! You’re hot!”
Then she gasped and repeated the words, “You’re hot!” And she was amazed. “It’s standing up straight.” And then she asked, “Why’s it wet?”
And he replied in the TEXAS questioning statement, “It’s sweating? It’s defrosting?” And with awe he told her, “You got the ice melting!”
She considered him in a still way before she accused, “You’re a—sham!”
But he was earnest. He replied with such candor, “I’m an honest country boy. You’re from the big city. You know what all there is to know. Teach me.”
She took a deep breath and asked, “Has this approach ever been successful?”
“I’ll let you know.”
His sex thumped her stomach and she exclaimed, “It’s alive!”
“Glory be! You saved it! I’m forever in your debt.” He spread out his arms under the covers and moved his legs so that he was a large X. He told her, “Use me as you will. I’m your slave. Thank you.”
Was she then an earnest seducer? No, she laughed. She giggled and lifted her head to look down at him. And she went on laughing.
One thing about virgins, they are always surprised by any ploy, and all the jokes are new.
So he got serious. He told her, “You are so magical. I saw you walking on my land in those silks, and I just wondered if you were real or some unreal storm siren sent by the winds to tempt me.”
She sassed back, “I’m a vixen. A fox. I take strangers into my lure. You only think you’re back home. You’re actually in my lair and frozen. I’m using you.”
He gasped in ham bone shock before he replied bravely, “Go ahead. I’ll be brave.”
So she ran her hand over his face and down his bare shoulders. She slid from him so that her leg was over his thighs and her hand was free to investigate and relish the pattern of hair on his chest, his stomach and around his excited sex.
While he was still and breathing shallowly and waiting, his sex was very interested and somewhat of a show-off.
“Hold it still.”
“It has a whole life of its own. I’m only the keeper. It never pays me no never mind. I just do as told.”
She asked, “It told you to seduce me?”
“It’s very interested in you, sexually. The rest of me sees you as a human woman who is beautiful and sweet. It’s a separate thing. I can’t control Homer at all.”
“Homer?”
“That’s my sex. He acts out of all courtesy. He’s forward and—a—homer. He wants inside you. It would be okay. He’s got a sheath I put on him for you.”
“I’m a little uncertain.”
“You need coaxing? I thought if I would lie here quietly, you’d just go ahead and ravish me. What’s holding you up?”
“I think it could be…reality?”
He gasped in shock before he scolded gently, “When Homer and I are so friendly and all? How could you be shy? You can surely tell Homer is willing. What on earth is making you hesitate now?”
When she didn’t instantly reply, he went on, “You need to be kissed and reassured. Lie back on my chest. I’m warm. Your chest is chilled. Come here and let me help you get hot.”
And he was certainly hot. As he kissed her and tried to figure out where to put his hands, his heat spread to her and the coat was too much.
When she began to struggle to get out of it, he became alarmed. “What’s the matter?”
“I need to get rid of your coat.”
And his smile was as the remembered sun had been before the coming of the storm, which was then still roaring gutturally and shrilly outside. He said to the neophyte, “Let me help you. Just relax. I can do this for you. Ahhh, I love your body on mine. Ummm. Give me just a little kiss.”
Then after a while, he panted in gasps, “Who the hell taught you to kiss like that? Is he still around?”
“No.”
“What else did he do to you?”
“Nothing. Obviously. I wouldn’t be here—in bed with you—if I wasn’t this curious.”
She sounded just a tad huffy. So he said with silken tones, “I’d think of some way. I’m gonna git you.”
“Maybe.”
She was getting cold feet. Well, that was also true, but she was backing out. S
o, of course, he kissed her with tenderness. His hands moved only where they ought to be and he didn’t allow them to get too fresh with her. He was courting. He was careful.
She was naked and so was he. His body was very sensitive to hers. He could feel her. He had her lying halfway on him again as he gave her a series of very interesting kisses. All were gentle and sweet. His hands were on her head and in her hair.
She knew he was making her hair a mess but she liked his hands on her head. Pretty soon, she wanted them on her back. She moved her head a little and that moved her shoulders so that her breasts wobbled on his chest.
She had him so triggered that he was about to blow steam—or something equally eruptive.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, “You okay?”
“Are you catching cold?”
“No. I’m just triggered so that I’m really very tense.”
“From…what?”
“Lust.”
She chuffed and then laughed over his distress. She was really amused.
That was better than hostility.
He kissed her sweetly and made relishing sounds. He moved his hands in a friendlier way. He got fresh.
She questioned such conduct. “Are you supposed to do that, this soon?”
“I’ve delayed it. I was so fascinated by your kisses that I forgot to pet you just right. How about that? Is that okay?”
“I’m not sure,” she said thoughtfully in a very sly and enunciated manner. “Do it again.”
So he did. He was very careful and wicked and exceptionally skilled.
She asked with narrow eyes, “Who taught you to do that?”
“That’s how I make the dogs’ eyes close in pleasure. I was just seeing if you’re as smart as-”
“As smart as…what?” she asked a little stridently.
“—as you seem.”
She wasn’t entirely sure that had been what he meant, but then he kissed her again and he curled her toes and made her body really quite rash and somewhat crude.
He suggested quite logically, “Why don’t you lie here where I am and let me get you even warmer?”
“Okay.”
They shifted, and she was in the hot nest he’d vacated to her. She murmured sounds of pleasure. She did that just to be warm? What would she do when he made love to her?
He’d find out.
He went down under the covers and slid along her body. He said, “Don’t pay any attention. I’m just being sure you’re warm enough.”
“Oh.” She said that once. Then she said it in gasping breaths. Then she just gasped.
She was easy.
He was smiling, concealed under the covers that way. He did all sorts of things to her vulnerable body. And he came up her body to her chest and found her nipples all puffed and ready. He tasted them. He rubbed his smoothly shaven face on her chest. And he was loving her.
With his hands on the mattress and holding his weight, he came up her to her mouth. He kissed her as a woman ought to be kissed in those circumstances.
She became suspicious as to how innocent he might be. He was very skilled. Of course, he was just doing what seemed natural.
He was forward.
He whispered sweet words. One of his older friends had once told Kyle, “Never tell a woman to open her legs. She’ll get defensive. Tell her to part her knees a little. To them knees aren’t as vulnerable.”
So Kyle said softly, “Part your knees.”
She did.
And the next thing she knew, he was settled quite exactly and ready. She breathed and her breasts pushed against his chest. Her face was very serious and her eyes were simply enormous.
He kissed her sweetly as if that was all he wanted, right then. With the kisses, she relaxed a little and her fires became hot. She moaned a little wisp of sound.
It riveted Kyle.
He pressed his sex against her. And he asked in a husky whisper, “Want me?”
With his words, he remembered asking a woman that and she’d snorted before she replied, “What the hell do you think I’m in this position for?”
But Lauren said, “Yes.”
He lifted his face to look at her and she returned the look very seriously. Her breaths had quickened.
So he told her, “Now you can put it in.”
“You can’t?”
“If I tried, I just might hurt you a little. You can slip it in.”
“That seems rather pushy.”
“I’ve never had a pushy woman. In the few that have accosted me, I was the victim. Be gentle.”
And she accepted all that. She reached down and slid his slippery eager sex into her. It was blocked. But he worked it in carefully. And then he lay quietly, going crazy, but getting her used to him…enough.
Her breaths were emotional. She was one of those who was very aware of what was happening. It was different, and she was struck by the fact of what she was involved in right then and there.
She said, “I probably should have waited for a husband to do this.”
And naturally, Kyle replied, “No, you needed this experience with me. After this, you’ll understand it can be nice.”
“Oh.” Lauren blinked a time or two and then she wondered. “This is…nice?”
“You’ll like it.”
She turned her head so he raised his to see what she was doing. She was looking off to the side thoughtfully. She wasn’t panting with passion. She wasn’t being swamped by thrills. She was thoughtful.
He asked carefully, “What are you thinking?”
And she said, “I probably should have waited until after I was married.”
In that position, Kyle was quick and earnest. He promised Lauren, “He’ll never guess you’ve tried it. It’s like with men. Nobody knows for sure.”
So, in that position, she asked with interest, “How many women have you had?”
And he instantly replied, “None that I remember.”
“I thought you said—”
“I was trying to be smooth and knowing.” He then added, “Unless some woman used me when I was out cold some time or the other.”
“When were you out cold?”
“Could we delay this discussion until another time? Say, tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“I could probably go on discussing these fascinating distractions, but Homer is hungry. He’s in the right place for the first time I can remember, and he’s getting anxious.”
“Oh.”
“Pretend you’re having a good time and let me make love to you.”
“What all do I have to do?”
He paused and levered himself up on his elbows. He was triggered so that his sweaty hair trembled. He was serious. “That doesn’t sound like passion. That sounds like tolerance.”
“Uhhh—”
He urged, “Say that I’m the most fascinating man you’ve ever encountered.”
Like a parrot, she said, “You’re fascinating.”
With tolerant impatience, he lectured, “Say the whole thing—that you’ve ever encountered.”
“That I’ve ever encountered.”
He sighed. “You’re a slow study. I can’t believe that a hot woman like you could be this dormant. Move your hips until you know where Homer is.”
“Umph.”
“Not that wild. You’ll eject us!”
She giggled.
She was so amused that he caught it, and they both laughed. But then he kissed her. He settled in and really kissed her. He moved his hands and he moved Homer. And her attention became riveted to what they were doing.
His mouth was hot and he used it. He murmured his pleasure with her, to her. He moved his hands and he was admiring of her. He told her he’d never in all his life seen such a perfect woman.
He made love to her ears and to her eyes and to her mouth. His hands rubbed the sides of her breasts. And Homer was harder and bigger and pushier.
Lauren became riveted. She began to cooperate. Her body be
came a part of his. Her pleasure was stirred by Homer. Her breasts were titillated by Kyle’s hairy chest. She moaned in pleasure.
And he took her all the way to paradise. And she had to struggle to catch up, but with his breaths furnace-hot, he waited for her. He touched and petted and held her. His kisses were dynamite. She was unstable. She gasped and moved and pulled at him.
And his laugh in his throat was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard in all her twenty-seven years. She hadn’t known a man could laugh in such a way.
Finally, he asked, “Are you ready?”
She almost asked, For what? but he made it clear. She gasped, “Yes!” and they rode the glory trail together to exquisite release. They went on to wild surrender and to remarkable thrills that washed over their bodies, which they shared.
They slowed their movements, and finally they lay sprawled. They were so hot. But Kyle pulled the covers up over Lauren so that she would not cool too quickly and chill. He was sweating and his body was very slippery.
She twitched and rubbed against him, and he said, “Forget it.”
Her laugh was wicked.
Sweaty and still hot, they lay and made throat sounds. They smiled and touched. He yawned. She was sleepy-eyed and smiling. She asked, “When can we do it again?”
He pretended to faint.
She said, “I would never have believed you could be a ham bone. You should have gone on stage.”
“Homer is shy. I couldn’t take him on stage. People wouldn’t see me. He gets excited over anything.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“You weren’t looking.”
She lifted the covers and put her head under them so that she could reach out and touch Homer. Kyle flinched.
She put her head out from the covers and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“You just put Homer through a wringer and now you want to wobble him? He isn’t ready.”
“How long do I have to wait?”
Again, Kyle pretended to swoon. He did a brilliant job of it. For two seconds she got in a very alarmed gasp, but then she saw him peek at her.
After Kyle went to the bathroom, he came back to the bed. He lifted the covers without permission, and he was back with her. She laughed in her throat the way women do when they are pleased with a man.
They talked and sighed and smiled, and they finally slept. Outside, the storm shrieked and wailed and blew around the house, shaking it as the ice in the storm hit the surface of the barricade.
