“Going to bed early tonight?” Celia asked him.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
“Well, sleep tight,” she said. Her eyes bored into his in a manner that could only be described as intense. “Don’t let anything bite.”
He gave her a look for a moment—what the hell was that supposed to mean? he wondered—but her face gave no further clue as to what was on her mind. He shrugged this off and headed up the stairs, still thinking that what he was about to do might not be the best idea, but also knowing that he was going to do it anyway.
Laura’s aggressive manner seemed to have been left down in the hot tub. When he entered the room, she was sitting nervously on the edge of his bed, her robe still around her, her butt on the towel. She was chewing her lips and wringing her hands.
“Are you okay?” Jake asked her after shutting and locking the bedroom door.
She nodded slowly. “I’ve uh ... never done anything like this before,” she said. “You know ... seducing someone.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her. “It’s not too late to call it a night.”
“I’m very attracted to you, Jake,” she said. “I never would’ve thought I’d feel like this when I first met you, but ... yeah, I’m sure I want to do this. I’ve never wanted to do it with anyone before—I’ve just done it because I knew that it was expected of me—but I ... I think about you all the time.”
“Do you?” he asked, feeling a little burst of pride and warmth at her words.
“I do,” she said. “And I want to do it with you. I want it very badly.”
He nodded slowly. Truth be told, he wanted to do it with her as well, very badly. And not just because he hadn’t been laid in a while. He wanted Laura the person, not just her body. “All right then,” he said, slipping his robe off and letting it fall to the floor. His bathing suit was once again bulging out before him.
Laura smiled. She stood and let her own robe to the floor. She then reached up for the straps of her bathing suit. “How do you want me?” she asked.
Jake raised his eyebrows. “How do I want you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “What position?”
“Uh ... well, why don’t we put ourselves together and see what inspires us?”
“Huh?” she asked. This seemed a completely foreign concept to her.
“I mean, how about we don’t choreograph this thing, don’t plan it out in advance. How about we just do what feels right? That’s the best way to go about this procedure, I’ve found.”
“Uh ... okay,” she said nervously. She took a step toward him. “Should I ... you know ... take off my bathing suit now?”
He smiled and took her in his arms. He lifted her chin up, so he was looking in her eyes. “I think maybe I’d like to do that,” he told her.
“Oh ... okay,” she said. “But what about...”
“Laura,” he said.
“What?”
“Shut up,” he said, and then brought his lips to hers.
Their tongues began the dance again and her arms went around him. He stroked the bare skin of her back and then let his hands trail downward, until they were moving over the cheeks of her buttocks. He squeezed them, liking the firmness. She enjoyed the touch as well. She held him tighter, grinding her stomach into his erection.
“You’re a really good kisser,” she panted when their mouths finally parted.
“I like to kiss,” he whispered in her ear. “You can’t kiss just anyone, you know?”
“How’s that?”
“Never mind,” he said. “Let’s do it some more.”
They did it some more, long, tongue swirling, passionate kisses that heated both of them up. Jake let his hands go back upwards and he ran his fingers through her red hair. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling the salty flesh there.
“Oh God, Jake,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”
“It’s not supposed to feel bad,” he said.
They kissed some more. This time, Jake let his hands slide over to the straps of her bathing suit. He twirled his fingers in them a few times, getting the feel of the terrain, and then he slowly began to push them down. He broke the kiss and moved his head back a little, so he could cast his eyes on what he was about to reveal. Laura was blushing furiously, her pale skin almost lobster red in her excitement and nervousness. The tops of her breasts came into view as he pushed the suit lower on her body.
“Go ahead,” she told him, her voice husky. “Make me naked.”
He pulled the suit down further and her small breasts came fully into view. The size of apples, they were capped with pink nipples the size of pencil erasers. They were standing up proudly, just aching to be suckled.
“Beautiful,” Jake whispered to her, letting his finger slide over her left nipple.
She gasped a little at his touch. “You don’t ... don’t think they’re too small?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t think that at all.”
He turned himself around, turning her with him, and then planted his butt on the edge of the bed. This put his head on the same level as her breasts. He took immediate advantage of the situation by sucking her left nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm, God,” Laura breathed, her hands going to the back of his head, pulling him closer.
His hands, meanwhile, continued working on the bathing suit. He pushed it lower, baring her pubic region, pushing it down her legs to puddle at her feet. He took his mouth off the nipple so she could step out of it. As she did so, he took the opportunity to gaze upon her nakedness for the first time. Her body was beautiful, pale and lightly freckled. He was a bit startled, however, to see the unruly nest of copper colored pubic hair surrounding her womanhood.
Wow, he could not help but think. That’s quite the bush she’s sporting there.
Not that it was a deal breaker. Though modern grooming standards favored women keeping themselves trimmed down there, he had come of sexual age in an era where wild and untamed had been the rule. A hairy bush did not bother him in the least. He just hadn’t seen one in a while. And when his nostrils got a whiff of her odor, the sharp, exciting tang of female sexual arousal that was coming off of her in waves, all thoughts of anything else were pretty much driven from his mind.
“You’re beautiful, Laura,” he told her. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she said softly, her body trembling. “Can we do it now? I really really want to.”
“Well,” he said. “If you really really want to, I guess we should.”
That earned him a giggle. “Take off your shorts,” she told him.
He stood and slid them down his legs, freeing his straining member. Her eyes took it in and she nodded appreciably. “It’s nice,” she said.
Nice? he thought. That’s how she describes my cock? Nice? Well, at least she didn’t say cute.
“I should probably go get a condom,” Jake told her. “There’s some in my nightstand.”
“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “I promise.”
He looked up at her, sensing no deceit in her eyes. “What about me though?” he asked. “I know I’m clean, but are you sure you want to take the chance?”
“I trust you,” she told him. “I’ve never done it before without a condom. I’d really like ... you know ... to try it. If you trust me, that is.”
“I trust you,” he told her. He sat on the bed again. “Come on. Let’s get in bed.”
She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “But ... well ... do you have any ... you know, hand lotion or anything like that?”
“Hand lotion?”
“For lube,” she said. “You see, I have this medical condition ... I probably should have brought this up before now, but, I don’t get ... you know ... wet like I’m supposed to.”
“Really?” Jake asked. His nose was certainly telling a different story.