by M. E. Nesser
At one point, his hand slowed down near my breast. I tried to make it as obvious as possible that I wanted him to touch me there. I increased the thrusting of my tongue in his mouth and started trailing my left hand down his lower back and grazing against his ass.
He lightly massaged the outside of my right boob. When he picked up on the cues that I wanted him to continue, he rubbed his thumb over the part of the shirt where my nipple was. I could instantly feel it get harder. I also felt an incredible stirring between my legs. I couldn’t help but wiggle my midsection closer to his. I needed more friction to ease the tingling. Pressure was what I was craving. I couldn’t seem to pull him close enough to me. It was the hottest thing I had ever felt in my life.
It was obvious that I needed more, so Bryce slipped his hand under my shirt. He took his time circling my stomach and my waist. Once again, I think he was waiting to see whether or not I wanted him to continue. I couldn’t stifle the moans escaping from my mouth. He got the hint that I wanted him to continue and started massaging my breast in a slow, circular motion. I couldn’t help but press my hips even closer to his. I could feel his erection, and it didn’t scare me anymore. It excited me to know I could have this kind of effect on him. My head was spinning when he broke our kiss and leaned down to kiss my boob. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. Our bodies were now moving against each other in a slow dance. I still couldn’t seem to get enough pressure against my throbbing parts. I was starting to pull him as tight as I could against my body. He understood my need and pressed more of his weight between my legs. I didn’t realize that he had undone the front clasp of my bra until I felt the breeze against my chest. Having my boobs exposed to him was so erotic.
He seemed to want to kiss me there as badly as I wanted him to. While we were in this slow, sensual dance, he suckled on my nipple until I could feel my heart racing. Every fiber of my being was on fire. He kept kissing my boob, and as my left hand was pulling his hips closer to me, my right hand was tugging at his hair. He seemed to really like this. I was so glad, because I was enjoying every minute of it. Our dance was starting to become more frenzied.
It was also making me very warm. Bryce must have noticed, because he pulled away from me for just a second to remove his T-shirt. I must have looked like a lost puppy when he pulled away, because he never broke his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere, Kitten. I need to hear a lot more purring before our day is through.”
He kissed me more passionately than before. I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening to my body, but I knew I craved something that only he could give me. He sucked my tongue more intensely and rubbed his body against me. I thought I was going to explode. He must have sensed it, too, because he said, “Let go, Kitten. Don’t be afraid. Just let go.” And I did. We rubbed our bodies together with so much friction that it was impossible not to see stars. Together we made the most animalistic sounds. It was amazing.
When the explosion calmed down and I was able to catch my breath, I asked him, “Holy shit, what just happened?”
“I think you just had your first orgasm, Katie. What’d you think?” he asked me.
“I think I want to have another one.” I confessed.
He started to laugh, and it was totally infectious. I started to laugh, too. That was most definitely the release I had been waiting for.
“I always wondered what it felt like. It was incredible. Please, let’s do that again.” I begged.
“Girls can come over and over again, but guys need a little while before they can do it again. So I guess we’ll just have to focus on you right now.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” I sighed.
“Are you kidding me? You look so beautiful right now. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Believe me, I want to keep that look on your face forever,” he said.
And the kissing started all over again.
28
I knew Katie didn’t have a lot of experience, and she admitted to me the other night that she had never had an orgasm before. Being the one to make it happen to her made the day even more remarkable. She wanted to do it again, which totally worked for me. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to recover.
We started kissing with renewed purpose. We couldn’t help but touch each other everywhere. It was so much fun to explore each other’s bodies. We were completely secluded, so neither of us was worried about getting interrupted. She liked it when I rubbed and sucked on her boobs, so I went right back to them. They were bigger than I’d thought. Katie was so petite that I’d thought they would be on the smaller size. When I released the catch on her bra, I saw how full they really were. She was incredibly responsive, which made everything we were doing that much more exciting: I couldn’t get over how quickly her nipples hardened at my touch. I tried a variety of different techniques so I could figure out what she liked and what made her feel good. I sucked, licked, and blew, pulling up her shirt to expose her whole chest. That made me hard as a rock all over again. I was having a feast on her chest, and I couldn’t help pressing my body harder and harder into her leg.
I really wanted to reach into her shorts, but I didn’t want her to feel rushed or get scared. She had already gone further than ever before. I slowly brought my left hand down her body and started caressing her leg. She lifted her knee up to increase the pressure, and I rubbed her ass through her shorts. The way she thrust her hips toward me made it obvious that she wanted more. It was time. I had to rub between her legs. I knew she’d love it.
I moved my hand to the front of her shorts, all the while alternating between sucking on her tongue and sucking on her boobs. She was so responsive. I could feel the strength in her limbs as she tangled with mine. I put my four fingers over the front of her mound and started to rub her in small, round circles. She broke our kiss, leaned her head back, and said, “Holy shit, Bryce, that feels fucking amazing!”
I picked up the speed and intensity, still rubbing my hips against her leg. She pushed her crotch into my hand, demanding for me to join her in her quest to come again. Now that she realized what was happening, I could tell she was trying to control how our bodies danced. I could feel her heart speeding up. Her breathing became shallow. She became so focused that she was having a hard time kissing me back. Her need for release was escalating, and I couldn’t wait to join her. This was better than I could ever have imagined.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Don’t stop. That feels amazing.” And I didn’t. I rubbed her harder and faster. I sucked her boobs and her neck. I took in her scent and licked off her sweat as, all at once, we came together. It was intense. It was magical. It was love.
When the sensations started to slow down, we both fell back against the blanket, panting. As we lay there trying to catch our breath, I realized that I had come twice in my boxers. They were wet, sticky, and pretty uncomfortable. It was a feeling of discomfort that made me very happy.
A breeze whispered over us, and I saw Katie’s nipples harden. We were so sweaty that the breeze actually felt cool. I leaned over and covered her chest up with her shirt. I couldn’t help but push her hair away from her face and start kissing her again. This was probably the best day of my life. I had a girlfriend, and she was amazing.
29
The next couple of weeks were just a blur. Bryce and I both had a pretty difficult academic schedule, and he had squash just about every day. I was on the yearbook committee. The rest of the staff and I were doing a lot of extra work on it since it was our senior year. Bryce and I did our best to see each other during the school day. We’d steal kisses as much as possible. But it just wasn’t enough.
Ever since the day on the bluffs, all I could think about was the different ways he’d made me come. I couldn’t wait for it to happen again. In fact, I wanted it to happen again and again and again. But we could never seem to find the time to be alone. It totally sucked. I wanted to make out with him all the time, and it wasn’t happening. The tingly sensations in my panti
es were driving me crazy.
His parents wouldn’t let him go out on Saturday nights if he had a match on Sundays, so for the past three Saturday nights, I’d just hung out with my friends. When I finally saw him outside of his English class, I ran over to talk to him.
“Do you have a match Sunday?”
“No, finally. Please tell me you’re free? I’ve been dying without you.”
“Me too. It’s been hell. I am totally and completely free. Can we please find someplace to go and be alone?” I pleaded.
“I’ll figure something out. I think my folks might be going to visit my brother at Yale, so I may have the house to myself.”
“That would be awesome! Let me know as soon as you find out. I can’t do another weekend without you. I’ve been really, um…frustrated,” I admitted shyly.
That was when he whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you touch yourself at night and think of me? That would help get rid of some of that frustration.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I could. I’ve never done that to myself,” I admitted shyly.
“Well, I do it almost every time I take a shower. I close my eyes and remember how hard your nipples got when I sucked on them. I think about how you pushed your hips against me and wiggled around to get just the right angle before you got off. I even try to think about the sounds you made as you were about to come. It sends me over the edge every time. I honestly can’t wait to do more things with you so I have more things I can dream about when I’m without you. I get so excited every time I think of you. Sometimes I get scared I’m going to explode in my pants just by using my imagination,” he said.
That night, I decided it was about time I tried to masturbate. I was really embarrassed about it, even though nobody would know what I was doing. Before I went to bed, I heard the phone ringing. When I answered it, I heard Bryce say, “I’m about to jump in the shower. I miss you so much I can’t even take it. I wanted you to know that I’ve used up most of my mom’s hair conditioner—and not on my hair: I think about you, and…Tell me you’ll crawl in bed and think of me, too?” he asked me. Holy crap, how could I not say no to that? I absolutely loved hearing him say naughty things to me.
“I don’t think I have any other choice after you gave me such an interesting visual,” I whispered into the phone, in case my mom was walking by my door. “I’m so glad you called me. I think it’s about time for bed. And, Bryce? I’ll be thinking about the, uh, conditioner and how lucky it is.”
I hung up the phone quietly and snuck back in my bedroom. I locked the door, got under the covers, and started giggling—not only at the phone call, but also at what I was planning to do. I grabbed the pendant around my neck and gave it a kiss. I closed my eyes and tried to remember every detail about when Bryce and I were kissing. It wasn’t hard to picture it, since I had pretty much memorized every moment of that afternoon. I used my fingers to make circles around my clit, just like Janey had told me too. Holy shit, this felt good. I took the middle finger of my left hand and gently penetrated my vagina. I pushed it in farther while the other hand circled my clit. I couldn’t figure out why I had never done this before. It felt amazing, and it could be my little secret—a secret I shared with Bryce, of course.
I was thinking about how sexy he’d looked when he took his shirt off, and it made me press harder with one hand and use two fingers inside. The sensation was almost too much to bear. I knew I had to make it happen, though. Bryce was counting on me.
Suddenly, a hair fell across my face, and I took the fingers out of my vagina to push it away. I smelled something musky on them and put them to my mouth to suck. OK, this was hot. I kept sucking the juices off my fingers while my other hand rubbed my clit. Then it happened: I had my fourth orgasm. Holy crap, I made it happen. I really liked this whole sex thing. I couldn’t wait to do more.
30
The next day, I didn’t see Katie until physics. When I walked into the room, she turned about ten shades of scarlet and looked down at her notebook. I sat next to her and whispered in her ear, “Did you think of me last night?”
“Yeah,” she said shyly.
“Kitten, don’t be embarrassed. It really turns me on to know you did that,” I said to her.
“It was pretty hot,” she admitted.
“Really? Maybe you’ll have to show me what you did. I need to touch you again, Katie. I’m dying without you.”
“So am I. Do you think everyone feels this way?” she asked me.
“Nobody could ever feel like we do. I do have good news, though. My folks are leaving Saturday morning and not coming back until Sunday night. Think you could have Janey cover for you so you can spend the night at my house?”
“I’ll make it happen,” she said confidently.
The next couple of days dragged on and on. I couldn’t wait until Saturday. I wasn’t whether we were going to go all the way, but I needed to be prepared. She said she was on the pill, but I figured I should probably buy some condoms, just in case.
I went to a Kmart about an hour out of town so I didn’t see anybody I knew.
When I got to the “family planning” aisle at Kmart, I couldn’t believe how many different kinds of condoms there were—like this wasn’t hard enough. There were ribbed, lubricated, and colored condoms, and what seemed like about a dozen different brands. Were Trojans really better? They were the only kind I had ever heard of. Christ, how was a guy supposed to make a decision? I decided on a box with the word “natural” on the label. They seemed safe enough. I bought a bunch of other random shit so the condoms weren’t the only things I put on the conveyer belt, but the cashier didn’t pay any attention to me. I paid $31.42 as fast as humanly possible and practically ran out of the store.
Next dilemma: what should I do about my pubic hair? I noticed that a lot of guys trimmed their hair in that area. I think it was pretty natural to notice other guys when you were in the locker room. Between gym class and squash, I had seen more than my fair share of naked guys before. Some even shaved it all off. I didn’t have much down there, because I wasn’t that hairy of a guy, but I didn’t know if girls expected some kind of landscaping in that area. This was becoming more than I could stand. I thought about calling my brother, but I didn’t want him to know I was going to have sex. I was going to call Scott, my best friend, but it seemed too private to talk about. I decided to take my chances and just leave it. I didn’t really believe that Katie would care, but I didn’t know.
31
Were we going to go all the way on Saturday? I’d spent the whole rest of the week freaking out. I was on the pill, so I didn’t have to worry about getting knocked up—did I? What if the pill wasn’t totally protective? My doctor had said it was 99.9 percent effective, but what if I was part of the other .1 percent? My mother would kill me. At least we didn’t have to worry about diseases—Bryce had admitted that he was also a virgin, so there couldn’t be anything weird growing down there.
Still, I had a lot on my mind. I asked Janey if she wanted to get manicures and pedicures on Friday, and I was psyched when she said yes. I planned to ask her more questions about what I needed to do to prepare.
We met at Nail Be Happy on Friday after school. It was our local Vietnamese salon, and it was pretty nice. As we were soaking our feet, I sheepishly asked her if I could ask her some things about sex. She said “of course” and told me she was psyched that Bryce and I were finally going to do it.
“I plan to shave my legs and underarms on Saturday, but what about the hair between my legs?” I asked her in a very hushed voice.
“It depends. Have you ever shaved that area before?” she asked me.
“No. I don’t really have a lot down there, but I don’t know what guys expect. What do you do?”
“Oh, I shave it all off. Keith loves how it feels when there’s no hair there. The first time we did it, I was pretty hairy. The second time we hooked up, he went down on me and said he thought it’d be really hot if I got rid of the hair dow
n there. And I did. Sex is so much more intense when you get rid of all of your pubes. I’m not sure I’d shave it the first time, though. Sometimes it itches and gets all irritated,” she explained to me.
“Thanks so much. I’m really excited, but I’m kind of scared,” I confessed.
“It’s all good,” she said. “I was really nervous the first time, but you’ll be fine. If you guys are really into each other, and you’re not all drunk or high or anything, it’ll be great. And Bryce is hot. You scored, girlfriend. I wouldn’t mind being in your shoes tomorrow night,” she admitted gleefully.
“Oh, stop it. You seem happy with Keith,” I said to her.
“I am happy with Keith. I’d still do Bryce,” she laughed.
32
Saturday was finally here. My parents were getting ready to leave when I came out of my room dressed for a run.
“Where are you going, son?” my dad asked.
“Coach cancelled practice today because he had some family thing to go to, so I thought I’d go for a run. You know I don’t like going two days without working out,” I told him.
“Excellent discipline. Run hard, and run long. You can always use the cardio. Behave tonight. No parties. We’ll see you tomorrow night around nine,” my dad said.
“Don’t worry about anything, dad. I have a big assignment I’m going to work on this weekend. I’ll see you Sunday,” I tried to reassure him.
Boy, did I have an assignment. I was possibly going to have sex with the most amazing girl in the world. I walked out to the street and starting jogging. I had so much pent-up anxiety that I ran for over an hour. By the time I got home, I was completely drenched and thoroughly spent.
While I was running, it occurred to me that Katie might have her period. That would ruin everything. Then we’d have to wait, and this perfect opportunity would be wasted. I wondered if I should have asked her and decided that would have been weird. I thought she probably would have said something if she did, so I said a little prayer that she didn’t and ran even farther.
