“Ready.”
She leaned into me and put those warm, pillowy lips on mine. I did everything she instructed and relaxed my mouth while the rest of my body went on high alert.
“Mmm.” She pulled away and gazed at me. “Not bad.”
She kissed me again. I stroked her face and hair the way she’d told me to, and then drew her head closer to mine, wanting to swallow her whole.
“Slow down, there, babe. Take it nice and easy to start.”
We kissed again, and my body felt like it was on fire, my hard-on straining against my jeans. I wanted to unzip my pants and touch it, but I was determined to play by Rosalyn’s rules. Her breathing was getting rushed, and I didn’t think I would last much longer if we kept this up. Abruptly, she pushed away.
“I don’t know about this. I’m getting too excited.” She turned away and petted Leo.
“Come on Roz, it’s me you’re with. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
She jumped up off the sofa, grabbed one of her crystals off her altar to hold in her hands like she was praying, and looked out the window. She took a few deep breaths. After what seemed like hours, she said, “We can’t keep going on like this, but it feels like we have to get it out of our systems. So, what about if we have a little … a little session together where we don’t touch each other?”
“What do you mean?”
“One session, just so you can see what it looks like when a woman has an orgasm. If you promise me this will be the last time … I could show you how I like to touch myself while you watch. And you show me how you like to touch yourself while I watch. “But Jax, you have to promise me that this will be the last time you bug me about this.”
Holy fuck! The earth fell out from underneath me. My heart sped up, my body flushed with heat, and I had the most indecent image of Rosalyn with her vibrator.
“Will you show me what those pink things that look like thimbles do?”
“Gimme my bong before I change my mind.”
She took a long toke, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. Then we went into her bedroom. The first thing she did was hand me a towel. “You’re going to need this.”
Rosalyn gave very strict instructions about what we were going to do.
“You lay down on the bed with your head on the pillows,” she said. “Don’t take any of your clothes off, just unzip your jeans.” She reached into the drawer and pulled out a pink dildo that had an attachment on the front that looked like a rabbit with long bunny ears.
“Are you going to use those thimble things?” I said, my voice shaking.
“Hang on bucko,” she said, swaying over the drawer and removing the case with the pink thimble things. She held them up with a smile. “Got your pants unzipped? Good.” She eyed my hard-on.
She stepped out of her skirt. Underneath, she wore a pair of lacy underwear. Then she dragged her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I saw her luscious breasts for the first time. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She took the pink thimble things out of the case, licked the suction cups, and covered her nipples with them.
“Now, I’m going to lie down this way,” she said, placing a pillow on the foot of the bed. “And you watch.”
She pulled her panties down, and when she lay down on the bed spreading her legs, I saw her pink sweetness and came immediately. I thought for sure I was going to lose consciousness, but then I’d miss watching Rosalyn masturbate. I forced my breathing to slow down.
Rosalyn smiled. “You’re so cute. Now it’s my turn.” She closed her eyes, turned on the vibrator and slowly slid it inside. The rabbit ears made contact with the outer part of her most sensitive spot, and she started moaning, her head moving slowly from side to side. I heard the blood whooshing through my head. I reached out to touch her leg, but she opened her eyes and said, “No touching,” then went back to slowly moving the vibrator in and out.
I’d never seen a woman naked before. The most I’d seen was the girls I made out with who’d let me take their tops off and feel their tits, so seeing Rosalyn completely naked using her sex toys was the most lewd, erotic thing I had ever experienced.
My whole body burned like I had a fever. I touched myself again.
Rosalyn’s breathing became shallower and faster. Then, her expression changed, she threw her head to the side, moaning, “Oh yeah baby. I’m … I’m coming. Oh … God.” She gazed at me through hooded eyes just as I orgasmed again, a fine sheen of sweat covering my body.
My body tingled all over and my head felt like it was floating. I was actually lying next to Rosalyn’s naked body! I wanted to jump on top of her and cover her, feel her warm flesh, kiss her again, maybe have sex with her if she’d let me. But then, she jumped up, put on her robe, and rushed out of the room to feed Leo.
“You need to get home and do your homework,” she yelled from the kitchen.
I wiped myself off with the towel, zipped my jeans up, and sauntered into the kitchen. “Can we practice kissing again?” I stood behind her and brushed her hair aside to kiss her neck.
She whipped around and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek. “I need to do some stuff for school. Now get your butt home.” She surveyed me for a moment. “Remember what I said. This was the first and last time. I expect you to get it out of your head.”
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
Riding my skateboard home, everything glowed and pulsed with life. The air felt soft, and the fragrance of roses and the sea filled my nostrils. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My head nearly burst from happiness. Rosalyn said this would be the last time, but I was hoping I could convince her to let me kiss her again, maybe touch her, maybe more. The feel of her lips was still branded on mine.
My smile lit my whole body.
I was in love.
Rosalyn
Was I suffering from some type of psychological disturbance? What I had done with Jax was unacceptable. Terrible thoughts flew through my head. I saw visions of someone walking in on us together.
But we hadn’t done anything other than kiss, right? Yeah, right, Rosalyn, try to convince yourself of that.
I had to stop this. Now.
I bustled about the house, throwing dirty laundry into my hamper, distractedly throwing dishes into the sink to be washed. About fifteen minutes after Jax left, there was a knock at the door. I stalked the few steps across the living room, my body erupting in turmoil, thinking it was Jax. I was prepared to tell him that he needed to leave, tell him that I’d suffered some kind of psychotic break, tell him, I don’t know, tell him to leave me alone.
But it wasn’t Jax. It was Lydia.
She stood at the door with a neatly folded stack of white sheets in her arms. “Hi Roz, you ready for our project?” My body froze with fear, my heart thudding against my ribcage. I’d forgotten Lydia was coming over. I glanced at the clock.
“I thought you said you’d be here at four thirty,” I said.
“I did?” She consulted her wristwatch. “Ah well, I guess I’m thirty minutes early. Is that okay?”
“Sure, come on in.” She brushed past me, walking into my apartment. Standing in the middle of the living room, her arms clutched the sheets to her chest.
I stood motionless, my hand on the front door for what seemed like hours. I closed the door so hard that the windows vibrated. Lydia jumped a little then laughed. “Look at who doesn’t know her own strength.”
My body broke out in a sweat, my face flushed. “Hey, sit down, and I’ll get you something to drink.” My eyes darted frantically around the room. “Give me a sec while I change into an old T-shirt.”
Lydia looked at me, her eyes amused. “What are you doing in your robe in the middle of the afternoon?”
“Oh, you know … I’ll be right back.”
I raced into my bedroom and hurriedly gathered my sex toys, which were laid out on the rumpled bed and stuffed them into the bottom dresser drawer. Removing my robe and t
ossing it on the bed, I pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, ran my fingers through my hair, and took a few deep breaths to try to stop my heart from beating so wildly. Jesus Christ! I remembered that my bong was in plain sight but it was too late to do anything about it.
Walking into the kitchen, I asked Lydia, “Kombucha tea okay with you?”
“You always did like that creepy New Age kind of stuff.”
I dropped ice cubes into two tumblers and grabbed my homemade kombucha tea from the fridge, but my hands were shaking so badly that I nearly dropped the glass jug on the floor. It slipped and landed on the kitchen counter with a thud.
Lydia relaxed on the couch, her legs stretched out on the ottoman, her dark hair cascading over the back of the sofa. I handed her the tea. She took a sip and wrinkled her nose. “This stuff’s supposed to be good for you?”
I laughed a nervous laugh. “Yeah, guess that’s why it tastes so bad.”
She patted the white sheets, which lay to her right. “I got white cotton, just like you told me to. This’ll be fun. I’ve always wanted to do one of those tie-die jobs on our bedroom sheets. Troy’ll get a kick out of it when I surprise him.”
I took a deep breath and a long sip of my drink to soothe my dry throat. “It’s so cute the way you two are like a couple of teenagers. Lucky.”
“Troy’s a catch.” Her eyes became wistful. “My heart still skips a beat when he comes into the room.” She took another sip of her drink. “What about you? Dating anyone?”
“I’ve only been here four months,” I said.
Lydia put her hand on my knee. “When you find the right man, you’ll know it.” She took another sip of tea. “That’s how it was with Troy and me. Well, you remember. He was the hot surfer boy all the girls wanted. You’re right. I am lucky.”
Leo, who had been napping on my bed, made his way into the living room, his feline body executing a lazy stretch as he yawned. Lydia’s eyes lit up. “There’s your cute little kitty! Jax told me all about him.” Leo jumped on the sofa, and Lydia petted him gently. “He’s adorable. Jax told me how he found him.” She stopped petting Leo, and looked me in the eye. “I think it’s super sweet the way Jax helped you get settled and all.” At the sound of Jax’s name, all the blood drained out of my body. “But you know Rosalyn, he’s pretty young and impressionable, and …” her eyes strayed to where my bong sat on my desk. “I know you like to smoke pot and all, but I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t do that in front of Jax.”
My chest constricted. “But Jax doesn’t smoke—”
“I know he doesn’t,” Lydia said. “Or at least I don’t think he does.” She became extra interested in the contents of her glass, swirling the liquid around. “Troy and I have talked to the boys about drugs, but you know how boys this age are.”
I owed it to Lydia to at least tell her something truthful about Jax. “He’s seen me smoke, and it’s the funniest thing.” I tried to keep the pitch out of my voice. “He doesn’t like it. Tells me I should lay off the stuff.”
Lydia looked at me, her eyes quizzical. “He does? Well, that’s good to know. I’m so worried that Jax and Tyler will experiment with pot or whatever. You know how we were at that age.”
I put my hand on Lydia’s arm. “They’re good boys. I don’t think you need to worry. You guys raised them right.”
She smiled. “You really think so?”
“Yes, I do. Only thing Tyler’s interested in is music, and Jax is crazy about surfing.”
“Yeah well, I guess I should be happy that’s the case. I mean, it’s not like they’re running around getting involved in the two biggies, sex and drugs.” She collapsed a little and stared at the ceiling. “Every parent’s nightmare is that their boys are going to up and get someone pregnant or become addicts. Are you sure Jax or Tyler haven’t bugged you about smoking? Like they want to try it?”
I gathered myself up on the sofa, tucking my legs lotus-style. I relaxed a bit. At least this was something I didn’t have to cover up or lie about. “No. They haven’t.”
“And you’d tell me if either one of them wanted to try it?”
“Of course I would.”
“It’s just that Jax has been spending so much time helping you.” She smiled. “I guess he takes after his dad. Quite the handyman. Jax followed his dad around the garage since he was old enough to carry a hammer. It’s sweet.” She uncrossed her legs and peered at me. “You promise you’d tell me if either of the boys—Jax especially since he’s helping you with surfing and all—if either one confided in you about what they’re doing after school?”
“Why are you so worried?” I said, trying to keep the trembling out of my voice.
“Because they’re at that age. I can’t keep an eye on them all the time. And they seem to like you.”
My heart beat so hard against my chest that I hoped Lydia wouldn’t hear it. “I’ll keep an eye out. But Lyd’s, they’re good boys.”
She didn’t say anything, just stared at me. I held my breath. Finally, she said, “I know you like to smoke and all—”
“I don’t do it that much,” I lied. “And I promise, I won’t do it around the boys.” I crossed my fingers behind my back. So what if I liked to smoke the sacred herb?
She said, “Yeah, well, I don’t do that stuff anymore, but that’s mostly because I’ve got my family to raise. I don’t mean to be a killjoy. Heck, I smoked enough pot when I was a teenager to last me a few lifetimes, but I want better for my boys.”
“What’s wrong with the way we turned out?”
“Nothing.” She stared straight ahead and exhaled heavily. “I don’t want what happened to me to happen to them. I wasn’t exactly an angel, getting pregnant at sixteen. I’m so worried about Tyler or Jax getting a girl knocked up. It would ruin their lives to be saddled with a family. They need time to explore the world on their own.”
I patted her knee. “I think they’re fine. And things worked out for you. Troy turned out to be good to you and the boys.”
“It hasn’t been easy. I guess we’ve got our acts together now, though. I’m really proud of you, by the way. Pretty cool that you’re back in school.”
I studied my manicure. “Just trying to be responsible.” I looked at my friend. “When did we grow up?”
“We’ll never grow up. But don’t tell the boys I said that.” She set her drink aside and jumped to her feet. “Let’s get going on that tie-dye.” She grinned. “Just like old times. I’ve missed our creative projects.”
That afternoon, we tie-dyed Lydia’s sheets a gorgeous royal purple. The whole time we worked side by side, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d done to Jax. I didn’t want to hurt Lydia. But what she didn’t understand was that Jax wasn’t a baby anymore. Yes, he was a teenager, but he was mature for his years. Way more than I was, that’s for damn sure. But still, what I had done was wrong. It was just so easy being with him. Perverted. That’s what I was. I had to make things right.
After Lydia left, I hurried to my meditation pillow, sat in a lotus posture and took deep breaths. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jax’s smiling face, his athletic body, his masculine chest, and the hypnotic look in his eyes as he watched me masturbate. It was far and away the biggest turn on I had ever experienced. My heart pounded, the blood pulsing behind my eyes. My head fell into my hands, a moan escaping my throat.
Stop! Rosalyn, you have to stop this, now.
But something else was happening inside me, and it was more than an attraction to Jax’s masculine, eighteen-year old body. I’d never met anyone that I couldn’t live without, and suddenly, I couldn’t remember what my life was like before Jax.
But he’s Lydia’s son.
Closing my eyes, I clutched my rose quartz, praying to the Universe for guidance. Please help me. My meditations had never failed me. Closing my eyes, willing the kundalini energy to crawl up my spine for enlightenment, a vision formed of Jax and me standing in a pure white light, hand in hand. As I watch
ed this movie playing out in my head, Jax looked at me with those electric blue eyes and said, “I love you.”
I jerked my eyes open with alarm. No! He couldn’t be in love with me. But more importantly, I couldn’t be in love with him. This was what it felt like to finally have feelings for someone, and they were for Lydia’s son? No!
Anxiety seeped through my being. I sprang off my meditation pillow and snatched up my bong. Rosalyn, you’re going to have to lay off the pot. I slammed the bong down so hard that some of the yellowish water spilled on the rug.
I had to call it off with Jax.
The sooner the better.
Jax
“Check out this new riff I learned,” Tyler said as we lounged in our bedroom the day after Rosalyn and I had our session. His fingers moved across the fret board, and the opening guitar riff for “Smells Like Teen Spirit” erupted into the room.
Relaxing on my twin bed opposite Tyler, I said, “You think you’ve ever been in love?”
He gave me his full attention. I knew I was entering dangerous territory by talking to my brother about love. No way did I want him to guess what was going on between Rosalyn and me. But I needed to talk to someone.
“Well, there was that one girl I met the summer I went to Catalina Island. And there’s always girls hanging around my gigs these days,” he said. “But I’m too busy playing guitar.”
“I mean, do you think you know what it feels like when you like somebody extra special?”
He put his guitar down. “Remember that chick that was hanging around me the other night after the show?”
“The one with the long, red hair?”
“She cornered me when we were loading our gear into the truck, and she wanted to give me a blow job right there on the back staircase of the building.”
I sat up. “No fucking way, dude. What’d you say?”
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