What did she mean, like being Catholic? Well, strictly speaking premarital sex was wrong, but everyone did it.
“No. I just never met the right girl. You.”
Kelly closed both her eyes and let out a little puff of breath. What an idiot, I should not have said anything. I was cursing myself for blowing this perfect moment. And what was she thinking?
She started to laugh. Oh man, was she laughing at me? That totally sucked. I was a kid in her eyes again. I tried to roll away, but she grabbed me by the arms and pulled me back.
“Jimmy, I am totally honoured and happy I get to be your first. I hope to make it—” she started giggling again, “a wonderful experience.” Now she was laughing uncontrollably. “And I’ll be gentle.”
I was totally bugged. What was so funny anyway? I started to feel angry. “Stop laughing at me!” I said to her.
She looked down at me with this weird look in her eyes; she seemed to be taunting me somehow. “Make me.”
My head was spinning with anger. I felt like I was out of my body, watching someone else. I pushed her down on the sleeping bag and covered her mouth with mine, trying to keep her from laughing. I stuck my tongue in her mouth hard, like I wanted to stick my cock in her. I held her arms down and kissed her mouth, her neck, and then sucked roughly at her tits. She arched her back and tried to pull her arms away, but I was too strong and so she relaxed into everything. I kissed down her stomach and then started licking her pussy and her clit, the way we did before. Her laughing stopped completely and changed suddenly to a heavy and uneven breathing.
“Oh God, Jimmy,” she cried out. “Please…”
Did she mean please stop or please go? I didn’t care. I wanted her so badly. Everything seemed to be blurring around us. I pulled her legs farther apart, and put my hand between them and spread her. She was soaking wet and so ready for me. I grasped my cock in one hand, and she held herself completely still and open for me. Kelly was watching me, her eyes only half open. Her expression was tentative, like she didn’t know what I would do next. I put my cock in her, a little at first, and then I plunged as far as I could go. She didn’t laugh then, she groaned loudly as I pushed in and out. I was still angry, but every stroke inside her felt better and better. I could feel her muscles tensing around me, and she was making these crazy noises and she started muttering something.
I leaned in and heard her say, “Oh fuck, yeah. It’s so fucking good.”
I was making her feel good; I was doing her, and she loved it. I wanted to come, but I wanted it to last forever too, because each stroke was feeling better than the last. I went into her slow and then fast, and then I went faster and faster. Then I came in the most incredible rush.
20
Sweetness
I was lying with my head on Jimmy’s smooth, firm chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around me. We were both naked, but we didn’t need covers because Jimmy’s body was giving off a ton of heat. He was literally hot, ha ha.
Two different emotions were running through my body: satisfaction and guilt. I had just had a really great orgasm. But on the road to achieving said orgasm, I had been a huge bitch. I had deliberately pushed Jimmy’s buttons until he got upset, and angry sex resulted. It wasn’t that I had anything against virgins, but when he started acting all nervous and inexperienced, that was a huge turnoff. I knew he was too young, and he was proving me right. Seriously, I was trying to figure out how I could get my clothes back on, get out of this tent, and back to civilization.
But—seeing as I didn’t have the keys, didn’t want to steal his truck, and didn’t want to scar him for life—I was stuck in the tent and had to make the best of it. I found the whole situation ridiculous. How could Jimmy be a virgin? Surely I wasn’t the first person to notice how extremely attractive he was. My nervous habit of giggling kicked in, and Jimmy’s irritated reaction had triggered everything else that happened. Jimmy was unbelievably competitive, and his pride overcame his nervousness.
The sex had been incredible, but now I felt guilty. Maybe he wanted his first time to be all sweet and nice. So I decided to make it up to him on the second round.
He was lying on his back with his eyes closed and a big smile. Maybe the first time wasn’t that bad for him. I leaned over and laid a series of kisses across his chest. His pecs were amazing. I moved onto his tiny nipples and started to suck gently on them, running my hands across his shoulders and up his neck at the same time. His nipples got all hard, and he shivered a bit. His eyes were wide open now, and he was watching me. He looked like he was waiting for me to say something. Oops.
“Jimmy, that was awesome.”
“Yeah?”
“Really great. I hope, um, I didn’t make you do it in a way you didn’t want to.”
“No, it was good. Real good.” He stroked my hair. “Was it good for you, Kelly? Sounded like you enjoyed yourself.”
“Oh I did. Lots. Felt so good to have you inside me. We had to wait so long.”
“Yeah, well, we don’t have to wait anymore.” He discarded the old condom and wiped himself off with a baby wipe from his perfectly organized knapsack. I looked down and saw his cock was completely reloaded.
“Holy doodle. Are you hard again already?” I asked. I guessed it was either my innate sexiness or the fact he was eighteen.
“Yup,” Jimmy said proudly.
He pulled me on top of him. We were kissing, and I was rubbing up on him, feeling his body with mine. He felt so firm and solid, like his flesh was made of something denser than normal humans. We started rolling around on top of the sleeping bags, the whole time with our lips linked in this wet, messy way. I pulled my mouth off his and whispered, “I want to ride your amazing body.”
“Yeah, do it.” Jimmy’s low voice cracked with desire.
He lay back, and I started kissing my way down his flat abs. His hard cock was kind of waving around. Watch out, you could take an eye out with that thing. I found a new condom and put it on him. He sure had a lot of condoms in his pack.
I ran my hands down his huge quads, and then putting a leg over his hips, hovered over him and grasped his rigid cock and put the tip into me. Jimmy was lying there, watching me with his body tensed. I lowered my hips and he raised his, and we met in the middle. His cock plunging into me felt so fucking amazing. It had been too long without sex, and I was coming alive. I rode him hard with uneven strokes, loving the sensations. He was watching me the whole time, watching my face and my body.
“Kelly, oh man, that feels so good.” He reached up and cupped both my breasts.I kept going, relishing the amazing sensations. His cock was super-hard inside me and hitting all the right spots.
I took one of his hands and moved it down towards my clit. He started stroking it with his forefinger—a bit too much pressure—but he was watching my face and he went gentler. Obviously a fast learner. It felt just right, and I breathed in sharply.
“Yes... oh yeah.”
Then he moved his hand away and grabbed me by the waist. He flipped me under him without missing a stroke, and he started doing the work: plunging his cock deep into me and then pulling out almost fully. He moved his hand down and rubbed my clit again. Oh yes. Then he reached back and cupped my ass, pushing us even closer together. And he kept pumping rhythmically into me. My body was automatically responding to his, moving to his strokes, arching whenever he pushed in and collapsing when he pulled back out. He grabbed one of my ankles and pulled it up, giving him even more access and hitting different places inside me. Pushing down against me, he kissed me, our mouths open and hot together. It was like we were joined everywhere.
“It’s so good,” he panted.
“Fuck, yeah.”
He kept thrusting into me, and ran his hands over me, one squeezing my breast and the other lifting my ass, pushing me even harder into him. As his pelvic bone hit my clit, I started to come.
“Oh God!” I was coming in a huge burst. Felt so good, so incredible.
I
lost the plot for a bit but when I came to, Jimmy was pulling me up, so I was sitting on his lap and he was still stroking steadily into me, moving me up and down on his rigid cock. This position was great, as my clit was getting stimulated constantly, and he kept fucking me like some out-of-control Energizer Bunny. I reached out to pull his head closer, and he leaned down and started sucking on my nipple. I was coming again, and this time it was even bigger.
“Fuck, Jimmy. It’s good. It’s soooo good, unnnhh.” It was a fucking tidal wave, and it was hard to tell when one orgasm ended and the next one started.
Oh man, I didn’t have a stopwatch, but I was pretty sure this was the longest I had ever had sex. It was fucking incredible. When he finally came, we were doing it missionary. His eyes closed and his face tensed up, and then he froze for a moment and came silently. I was watching him closely though, and I could tell it was good for him. Real good.
That first night, we didn’t leave the tent except when nature called. I know we slept, but I wasn’t sure exactly how long or when. Making love to Jimmy was unbelievable—hotter than my dreams and my dreams had been incredible. It was like a real life demonstration of something I had learned in kinesiology about certain individuals having more stamina and greater capacity for recovery. And who would have more stamina than an elite athlete? Fucking amazing.
What he lacked in experience, he made up in experimentation. It was like he had saved up all these ideas about sex, and now he wanted to try them out, like any athletic endeavour. And I had won the role of luckiest guinea pig in the world.
It was different from sex with Phil or J.P., both guys who had been around the block and knew what they wanted. With Jimmy, sex was more like playtime. It might sound perverted, but it was like we were two kids: fooling around and trying stuff out with no inhibitions. We could tell each other whatever we wanted, and nothing was too much or too embarrassing.
The tent was a like a little petri dish of us. We were maintaining basic hygiene, but we smelled like ourselves, a mix of sweat and hormones. And the smell of Jimmy was incredibly sexy to me, like those sex pheromones that animals exude. If you tied a blindfold on me, I could have found him in a dark room. And once I had him in a dark room… well. I was totally in thrall to his body. I wanted him constantly. And I felt guilty; I barely knew anything personal about him, but I knew every place he liked to be kissed or licked.
Someday, I’d like to have one of those normal lives where you get to have sex once a night, every night. My sex life was more like a camel at the oasis: drink up because you don’t know when the next oasis is going to be.
Having sex with Jimmy changed the way I thought about him. I was really into him now, and I totally wished our circumstances were different.
21
Montreal, Mon Amour
Jimmy
The next day when we got back on the road, it was completely different. Kelly sat right next to me, and we were talking nonstop. I told her all about the media training session I did, the discussions I had with my agent, and the latest call I had from Mr. Dean. I laid out everything that had been bothering me, and Kelly was so nice and sympathetic. It felt cooler to talk stuff over with your girlfriend than your parents.
“You know what I like about you, Kelly?” I watched the road, but I kept glancing at her happy face. She had been smiling all day.
“Everything?” She guessed with a laugh.
“Well, yeah. But also, it’s so easy to talk to you, you’re like a guy that way. But of course, you’re really, y’know, cute too.”
“I sound like an antiperspirant: talks like a man, but built like a woman.”
I laughed and messed her hair.
“I don’t know a lot about you,” Kelly confessed. “But really, we’ve only known each other for three weeks.
It sure seemed like longer. At one point, I didn’t think I could fulfill my commitment to work at Ivy’s camp, until he told me I could skip the last week. And man, then I wouldn’t have met Kelly. “Ask me anything you want,” I told her.
“Okay. What’s your middle name?”
“Uh, Maxime. It’s French.”
“So, your dad is French?”
I nodded.
“When’s your birthday?”
“May 5th.”
She frowned and seemed to be doing some calculating. “Well, how come you’re already in university? You’re only eighteen, and you’re going into second year?”
“Well, I went to a special hockey academy for high school. And I did three years of school in two, so I started at UMaine a year early.”
“Why Maine?”
“As opposed to Junior hockey?”
“No, I think university is a good idea. But why there?”
“It’s a decent hockey school, a few of my buddies are there, and it’s not too far from home. I like school. I like the learning and the routine. And I’m not really into the big cities.”
Kelly nodded. “I guess your parents can come and watch you play, right?”
“Yeah, it’s only a couple of hours drive for them.”
“Sweet. My family never gets to see me play.” She didn’t look too upset about this though.
“Why did you choose McGill?”
“Because they wanted me to play hockey for them. I didn’t have a ton of options, because I wasn’t as good as I am now. It worked out great though. I love my team, and I love Montreal.”
“Yeah, it’s a great city. Do you speak French?”
“A little. Not fluent like you.” Kelly stretched. “I think we’re getting close, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, it’s about another twenty minutes to downtown. You’ll have to give me directions to your place.”
We pulled up to her apartment. It was a low-rise apartment like a lot of places in Montreal. Her apartment looked pretty student-grade and kind of messy. She shared with two other girls, but nobody was here in the summer. I had brought up her hockey bag, and I followed her into her bedroom.
This room was even messier. Kelly’s clothes were tossed all over the floor and on her single bed. She had a women’s hockey poster on the wall. There was also a bulletin board covered with photos, and I went to take a look. I saw Kelly’s family, lots of girlfriends, group photos, and hockey team ones. The only boyfriend-type photo seemed to be a group one from her prom.
Kelly was busy throwing all her clothes into the closet. “Sorry it’s such a dump. I had only a three-hour stopover on my flight from Vancouver to come back here and pack up my hockey gear for Lake Carswell.”
I kept looking at the photos. Kelly had lots of photos of her cat. There was one of her as a little girl in all her hockey gear. “It’s okay. You sure have a lot of friends.”
“I guess. You meet lots of people through hockey, right?”
“Did you have a boyfriend before?”
Kelly made a face. “Yeah. Why?”
“Just wondering. You don’t talk that much about your personal stuff.”
She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest. “We don’t have a ton of time, so I prefer to spend it in the present. Jealousy is a big pain, and I’m glad you’re not that type of guy.” She rose up on her toes and kissed me. “So, you wanna have sex in an actual bed?”
I sure did.
I couldn’t spend time in Montreal without calling my best friend. We arranged to meet Marty for dinner. He chose this crazy Middle Eastern restaurant and insisted ordering up all this food, and they brought out trays of condiments, flatbreads, and various meat and vegetable dishes. Kelly dug in; she had a big appetite.
“Mmm, this is delicious,” she said. Then she and Marty started comparing all their favourite restaurants in Montreal. That was something people here loved to do—argue about all the best places to eat. I had relatives here on my dad’s side, and they all took pride in knowing the food scene.
After dinner, Kelly excused herself to go to the washroom. While she was gone, I asked Marty, “So, what do you think?”
“It’s not like I planned this. There are some things you can’t predict.”
“You’re saying that? I’ve been telling you that forever.”
“So, you like her?”
“What’s not to like? She’s cute and down-to-earth. She’s nothing like the kind of girls you said you liked though. You usually get a big hard-on for tall blondes.”
Yeah, it was funny that I had tried to blow her off in the beginning. She was so friendly that I thought she was coming on to me, but her friendliness and how easy it was to talk to her were what made me feel good now. I never felt awkward or boring, and she was so much fun.
“She’s great,” I said. Too bad I couldn’t talk about the incredible sex part. For once, I was getting to be the guy with the girlfriend instead of the third wheel.
Marty nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s a good idea, Freshy. A summer fling.”
A summer fling? Was that all we were? I felt like we were more than that, but I hadn’t talked it over with Kelly yet.
* * *
Jimmy was going to drive straight home, so he decided to leave as early as possible on Monday morning and avoid the traffic.
“Wish I could wake up with you every morning, Kelly.” Jimmy was eating breakfast and holding my hand. It reminded me of that morning together at camp, when he declared we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
“I had an amazing time with you this weekend,” I told him.
“Yeah, me too.” He smiled, put his arm around me and pulled me in for a big smooch. I was definitely going to miss him. He picked up his toast again, but before he took a bite he asked, “So, when can we see each other again?”
“Gee, that’s tough. I mean, you’re pretty busy the rest of the summer, and then we both go back to school. In different countries.” If we happened to be in the same place at the same time, we could see each other again. However, given our busy schedules, that seemed unlikely.
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