by S M Mala
‘It’s not,’ Ed said and, this time, he kissed her very gently on the lips, inhaling her scent.
She stepped closer to him and he felt the box was being pressed by both their bodies. Then she parted her lips and he felt her tongue meet his.
He was lost in a very passionate kiss.
Eventually, he had to come up for air, just so he could look at her properly.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, smiling brightly. ‘You kiss very well.’
‘So do you.’
‘Good.’ Flora glanced around. ‘Are you going to show me this place? I need to check out my future competition.’
‘Sure.’ Taking her hand, he walked her back to his van, opening the doors. ‘Put the box in here for safe keeping.’
Ed turned to see her looking inside the van before grinning.
‘You sleep in here?’ she asked, noticing the sleeping bags and a bottle of coke, all stashed at the top. ‘Or you do other things?’
‘I don’t have sex in the back of my van, if that’s what you’re asking. I use it for when we go out to parties and we need a place to sleep. Works out well,’ he replied, shaking his head from side to side. ‘You’ve got to knock it on the head about me shagging around. I’ve slept with a dozen girls, that’s all.’
‘A dozen more than me.’
‘I thought you said you weren’t gay,’ he laughed then thought a little. ‘What went on with you and this guy at college? He didn’t have the pleasure?’
‘Oh, I thought I’d give him a try,’ she replied, making Ed instantly jealous. ‘But I didn’t really like him that much and couldn’t relax at a crucial part. He got the arse and dumped me so there you go. Another disappointing adventure.’ Flora put the box down before sitting in the van, looking over at the canal. ‘Maybe I need some sort of therapy. Could be I have deep rooted problems.’
‘The time wasn’t probably right for you,’ he said, sitting next to her. ‘He wasn’t supposed to be the one. When I had a brief fling with Jenny…’ Ed noticed Flora pull a face. ‘She told me she lost her virginity at thirteen. That’s pretty young. I was fifteen and it wasn’t nice.’
‘Really?’ she said, turning to look at him. ‘Who was she?’
‘A friend of my sister’s,’ he replied, remembering the hurried and awful experience. ‘I’m not telling you her name because Siobhan doesn’t even know. This girl came round when no-one was in and I got a blow job then the whole shebang. It was fast.’
‘She was eighteen?’
‘Yep,’ he said, glancing at his feet.
‘Did you like it?’
‘It’s very different from having a wank,’ Ed honestly replied and heard Flora laugh out loudly. ‘It’s the truth.’
‘You’re funny,’ she sighed. ‘I tried a dildo. Scared the living shit out of me. I gave it to Gaynor after sterilising the thing. The reason she wanted to see me tonight was so I could give her my copy of ‘The Joy of Sex’. She said at this rate I’m never going to get to use it and she’d ripped the pages in her copy. I bought us all three the books when we turned sixteen, thinking we might need to know. Even Priti’s managed to do some of the things. Ever read it?’
‘Me? No,’ he lied, remembering he’d found a copy in his sister’s drawer. Some of the illustrations on the pages gave him a hard on. Frequently he would hunt it out until he couldn’t find the book again. ‘I think it’s best to find out on your own.’
‘The man with the beard put me off,’ Flora said, shaking her head. ‘And I couldn’t do some of the things they were saying but I got tips for the blow job.’
Ed didn’t know what to say, glancing at her as she looked straight ahead. Flora then turned to look at him.
‘I like kissing,’ she said quietly. ‘I’m good at that.’
She moved closer to his mouth and kissed him, their tongues meeting and he, this time, wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately back.
Closing his eyes, he felt her hands rub his back and her fingers went through his hair.
He was so turned on but knew she was still a virgin and he’d not honestly planned this bit.
‘Can we lie down?’ she asked, looking up at him. ‘Here?’
‘Yes,’ he said, his voice at a higher pitch. Ed quickly cleared his throat. ‘If you want.’
Flora shuffled up into the back and lay down. Composing himself, he moved up and lay next to her before rolling on top so they could continue their kissing.
It was an unexpected and wonderful turn of events.
‘It’s getting hot,’
… Flora said, feeling Ed’s hips pressed against her own while his lips kissed her neck. ‘Your windows are steaming up.’
When he handed her the art box, she felt as if her heart was going to burst and she knew what she wanted.
Him.
It was her chance to show him how much she appreciated the gift and most of all, his kind heart. Plus she really fancied the arse off Ed and had to take her chance.
Her one moment of opportunity should it never happen again.
Now he was lying on top but Ed hadn’t even gone for her boobs. He was being a good boy but she wanted him to touch her as the throb between her legs got stronger.
‘This is good,’ he mumbled into her skin.
‘This is very good,’ she said, pushing her hands under his t-shirt and feeling his smooth back.
‘Tell me when you want to stop.’
‘You tell me,’ Flora replied and looked straight up at him. ‘You have beautiful eyes.’
‘So do you.’
Ed balanced on his elbow and traced his lips against her face. Closing her eyes, she felt happy.
They kissed again and she wanted a little bit more, so she caressed his buttocks through his jeans to see what he’d do.
He kissed her harder. This time Flora pulled off his t-shirt and he looked quizzically at her.
‘I just wanted to see what you looked like,’ she sweetly smiled and was impressed with the rather muscular torso, very bronzed from his trip away. ‘And you look good.’
There was the smile, not revealing much as he pressed his body against hers. Then his hands starting moving up and down her sides, all through her dress. She wanted him to touch her skin and waited to see what he’d do. Slowly the hand glided over her breast, giving a little squeeze.
She moaned to show she liked it, wrapping her legs around him.
The hand went in again and this time a longer squeeze. Kissing him, she groaned into his mouth then opened her eyes. He was looking at her. Pulling away, Flora grinned.
‘Is something wrong?’ she asked, watching him frown.
‘You don’t have to do this.’
‘Do what?’
‘Get off in the back of the van,’ he whispered quietly. ‘It’s not the most romantic place.’
‘I think it is,’ Flora replied honestly. ‘It’s very romantic as it’s just me and you. And, so you know, I’m not a slapper but I really do like you. Have done for a while but I thought you’d never notice me.’ He raised his eyebrows in response. ‘But I always notice you, though you are a year younger.’
‘My birthday is the seventh of September and I should have been in your year but I was late coming out,’ Ed said, stroking her face. ‘And I like older women even though you were only born in April.’
‘How do you know when my birthday is?’
‘My mum and your mum talk.’ Ed grinned before glancing at the steamy windows. ‘Shall I open the doors?’
‘No, it’s fine. Come on. We’re wasting precious time.’
They started to kiss again and this time it was getting heavier. His hands were now crawling all over her body and he rolled her over so she was on top.
Flora knew what she had to do next.
Sitting up on him, she started to unzip the back of her dress but he bolted up.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked again, now looking dazed.
‘I’m hot, aren’t you?’
She turned to look at him and stopped as they kissed. He then pulled down the straps, revealing her bra.
Again they made eye contact. Flora knew he was seeing if she was ready for the next bit. Taking the initiative, she put her hands behind her back and undid the fastening.
‘I’m making it easier for you,’ she said. He was watching her face, not looking down. ‘Less chance of getting caught up in elastic.’
She slipped off the bra and lay back down, pulling her dress of until she was just in her knickers. Ed turned and looked at her, smiling for a while before reaching out and touching her breast.
It was like a firework in her body as she arched her back. He bent down and kissed her stomach, moving up until his lips were under her breasts then he kissed them both before putting a nipple in his mouth. He French kissed the skin before sucking on them, his other hand squeezing the other one.
Flora was getting very hot, her cheeks burning as she was turned on.
It was the first time someone hit the right spot.
Then his lips moved up her neck and she caught her lips with his, still feeling his hands fondling her bosoms.
This time she knew there was probably no holding back but she didn’t care.
Ed Carter was on top of her and even if he didn’t really fancy her, she fancied him. If this was the only opportunity she was ever going to have sex with him, she’d take it until he threw her out of his van.
The groping was at full swing. Flora had traced her hands down the front of his jeans and now felt his hard on. She noticed he was startled when she did it.
‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ she said and started unbuttoning his fly. ‘If I’m in my underwear then you have to be too.’
‘Flo, don’t think you have to do this because of the art box,’ he said, his face pink from the heat of the van and from what they were doing. ‘I know you’re not ready.’
‘Take off your jeans,’ she said, looking down and noticing her nipples were vertical.
Within seconds, his jeans were off. He folded them and placed the clothing by his head.
‘Where were we?’ he asked, sliding back on top of her.
‘Kissing and heavily groping,’ she replied.
Wrapping her legs around his back, she met his mouth. The kisses were deep and long. Ed moving his hips so they were digging between her crotch then he moved, which made her hips move with his.
She didn’t know what happened but Flora pushed him on his back, pulled down his underpants then kissed his dick. Up and down she went, staring at him. Ed looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Licking her lips, she covered his end and sucked.
‘Are you sure you’re a virgin?’ he asked, making her smile. ‘You read that book, didn’t you?’
Ed then let out a massive gasp. He pulled out of her mouth and manoeuvred so she was lying down.
‘This is going to get out of hand. Flo, you have to tell me when to stop.’
‘I don’t want you to stop,’ she said, running her hand over his chest. ‘I want to turn you on.’
He kissed her again and stroked her breasts and skin.
It was amazing. The way he touched her and she loved her bosoms to be caressed. But when his lips covered her nipples and he started sucking, she couldn’t help herself.
Flora had a mini orgasm, her thighs parting in anticipation.
She felt him move towards her knickers and wasn’t scared but wanted to be touched.
Then his palm massaged her knickers. She was very wet and it would show him he was doing a splendid job. His fingers went down the front and she felt him searching for her secret place.
Flora wondered if he would find it, or massage the wrong place as Otis had done every time they petted.
But Ed knew what he was looking for and hit jackpot. Gasping when he touched her, Flora noticed he was looking at her while his finger gently massaged her nub. Then he moved closer and gently kissed her on the lips.
‘Am I doing it right?’ he asked, his mouth tracing her face.
She was tingling and getting excited at the same time.
‘You’ve practiced on others,’ Flora gasped, when his mouth reached her neck. ‘And you know where to touch and when.’
‘So do you.’
‘I’m just guessing.’
‘Flo, you are gorgeous.’
‘So are you!’ she said, semi shouting.
He’d hit a rhythm that surprised her and she knew that she was close to having an orgasm. Pulling him towards her, she kissed him, feeling his tongue in her mouth. Ed then moved his mouth to suck on her breast as she came.
It was sudden and as she closed her eyes, Ed’s lips were searching her mouth. Desperately she wanted to stop shaking from the orgasm that had lashed through her body, making her react in wild abandonment but she couldn’t.
In fact, she was having a problem catching her breath.
‘Woo, that was good,’ he said, smiling at her before covering her cheeks in small kisses.
‘Now I have to make you happy,’ she whispered, panting at the same time. ‘Have you got anything?’
There was hesitation on his face.
She wondered if he didn’t want to. Flora was ready as she’d ever be, mainly because she hadn’t had time to look at the pros and cons.
‘I’ll be honest,’ he began as Flora tried hard to cover her disappointment that he’d refuse. ‘I’ve never done it with a virgin.’
‘Well I’ve never done it so that’s good. Our expectations will be new,’ she smiled, stroking his face. ‘And I trust you, not quite sure why as we’ve only spoken to each other three times in three years.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘Hurt and disappointment comes hand in hand. And with me, abandonment as I’m not wanted.’ Then she realised what she’d said. ‘Not that I’d be disappointed with anything you do.’
‘That’s very sweet.’
He moved closer and kissed her again, his hands squeezing and caressing her body. Opening her eyes, she noticed he reached for his jeans, pulling out a wallet. Flora smiled seeing him search for something inside.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked again. ‘Really sure?’
‘I’m really sure.’
Holding her breath, she watched him take a condom out and carefully rip it open before sitting back on his knees. He was fully erect and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, only knowing that if it did hurt, she’d not scream to upset him.
Ed rolled it down carefully, holding the end so there was space for whatever came out of him. She realised he was very confident on putting one on.
Taking her face in his hands, he lay on top of her, kissing her gently, stroking her body before his hand moved down between her legs. He pushed a finger in, making her jump a little, then moved in and out. Another finger went in and she knew he was preparing her.
But she was also getting turned on, her hips moving with his fingers.
He shuffled over her and then she felt something push in.
Flora held onto his shoulders, closing her eyes, then placed her mouth against his skin. Slowly Ed moved inside then gently thrust his hips.
She gasped loudly. It hurt but it was a pleasurable pain.
Then he moved very slowly, looking at her, letting his nose trace her face as she kissed his cheek.
Ed was very gentle and she knew he was trying not to hurt her.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked as she gulped and nodded. ‘Tell me if I’m hurting you, you promise.’
‘It’s good,’ replied Flora, not knowing if it was or not. ‘You’re good.’
The smile from him was both dazzling and happy as he picked up speed. She knew this part was all about him but she was really enjoying the sensation, having him so close, caressing and kissing her.
His sex sound was very low and there was a groan. She noticed the muscles in his nec
k and how his face went pink, his lips full and kissable. Slowly, he pressed his body against her then Flora stroked his hair, feeling very happy.
‘Will you stay the night, here?’ he asked, his hand stroking her face.
‘I’d really like that, yes.’
‘Are you sure?’
… he asked, looking down at her. His heart was fit to burst as he tried to calm his breathing down. ‘What about Gaynor?’
‘I’ll ring her from a phone box.’ Flora was smiling at him. ‘Was it okay, I mean, was I okay?’
‘You were more than ‘okay’,’ replied Ed, wanting to get his second wind and do it again.
‘It was a bit fast, you know, me. I didn’t think I’d be having sex with you when I turned up at the pub.’
‘Is that a bad thing?’ He placed his face on her breast, feeling her heart beat and loving the softness underneath his cheek. ‘I think it’s a good thing.’
‘Well, I’ve fancied you since I was fourteen, so I think five years later is a good thing,’ she said in a hushed tone.
Ed immediately looked up at her.
‘You fancied me?’ he laughed out. ‘Really?’
‘I know we don’t mix in similar circles but I’m just like everyone else. I was taken in by Edward Carter’s looks and charm, though I’m not sure if you’re that charming. Now I know why girls keep coming back for more.’
There was no pointing hiding it. He was deliriously happy.
Ed started to laugh and watched Flora look quizzically at him.
‘You think that’s weird?’ she asked, sitting up.
His eyes travelled up and down her light brown body, examining her flat stomach and pert breasts. Then he looked down at her thighs, the hair in between hiding where he wanted to go.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ he said, not able to think of something else to say. ‘And I like you.’
‘Have you got a girlfriend?’ Flora asked, moving closer. ‘You didn’t answer. I’d feel bad if you’re seeing someone. I don’t believe in all that cheating nonsense. You’re either with someone or you’re not.’
This was when he wanted to avoid the topic of conversation as he knew it would sound bad. But it was Flora and he needed to start off on the right foot.
