"Worlds better." She whispered, bringing her lips to mine.
We kissed contentedly for an unknown amount of time, our libidos shifting into high gear while the idling car engine kept us warm. The spring from the seat bit into my back and my left leg fell asleep because of her weight pushing down on my thigh but I was in heaven all the same. When she began rubbing her hips back and forth, putting pressure on my straining erection I groaned, letting my mouth find her neck.
"They're not sore anymore." She whispered to me.
"What?" I asked, kissing her earlobe and pulling her waist harder into me.
"My boobs." She whispered back, nipping at my ear. "They're not sore anymore."
Not needing to be hit over the head with a hammer, I slid my hands under her shirt. Her coat got in the way of this process so she impatiently sat up and ripped it off her body, tossing on the driver's seat. When she leaned back down the going was easier and my hands found her bare flesh.
"I like your hands on me." She said softly, kissing my eyelid.
"And my hands like to be on you." I assured her.
As I felt her under her clothing she sat up a little. I don't know who initiated the action but suddenly my arms pushed upward, hiking her sweater and her bra up to her shoulders. Her bare stomach and breasts were now exposed to me although it was too dark to see them in any detail. But my hands found them and began to touch them softly, feeling them unencumbered for the first time. As I've mentioned before, they were small, each hand covered a breast completely, but they were firm and very erotic to touch, the skin warm and moist from aroused perspiration. She moaned as I slid my palms back and forth across them, as my fingers gently touched and flicked her erect nipples. Her chest heaved as she panted with sexual excitement and the knowledge that she was showing a secret part of her body to me for the first time.
I let my hands slide from her breast to her armpits. I tugged gently upward and she slid forward. With a pull of my arms she leaned forward into me and her left breast was suddenly against my face, the nipple pushing into my cheek. I slid my tongue out and licked around the perimeter, finally touching the nipple, feeling the rough ridges of it. Nina jerked as if shocked at the contact.
"Oh Bill." She moaned.
I teased the nipple for the briefest instant and then gently sucked it into my mouth, suckling it as a baby would. It tasted divine against my tongue. I had sucked many a nipple in my two lives but never had one sent tingles through my body as this one did.
Nina's hands went to the back of my head and pulled me tighter against her chest. She moaned and cooed as I suckled, her fingers running spastically through my hair. I switched to the other nipple, bathing it with my saliva, my hand cupping the first. Nina's hips began moving in an involuntary rhythm on my abdomen as sensations that she was unfamiliar with assaulted her body.
I switched breasts again, allowing my hands to drop down to her stomach and flanks where my fingers slid slowly up and down upon the soft, sensitive flesh there. I could feel the gooseflesh that was covering her body beneath my fingers, hard, miniscule bumps of overheated skin.
And then suddenly she was pulling back from me, her fingers pushing off my shoulders, her nipple popping free of my mouth and leaving a trail of my saliva from it.
I looked up in confusion, my own arousal near a fever pitch. What was wrong?
"I'm sorry Bill." She said, near tears, her body trembling all over.
"What's the matter?" I asked breathlessly, still tasting the aftereffects of her flesh in my mouth.
"I…," She hesitated. With jerky motions she reached up and pulled her shirt and bra back down.
"Nina?" I asked gently.
"I got scared." She said miserably. "I've never done anything like this before. I'm sorry Bill."
"Nina, it's okay." I soothed, cursing myself for pushing things too fast. I should have known better!
"You must hate me." She said.
"No." I protested. "It's me that should be sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't mean to push you that fast." I pulled her to me again, hugging her, patting her back.
"You weren't pushing me." She said into my ear. "I wanted to do that. I liked it. I've never felt anything like that before. But it just got kind of… overwhelming. I started to feel like I wasn't in control and it scared me. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I repeated soothingly. "We'll move at your pace. Whenever we're, uh, doing things you stop whenever you want to. I'll never try to push you. I promise."
She looked up at me. I could see just a hint of moisture in her eyes from the reflected starlight. "Isn't that frustrating for you?" She asked.
"Don't worry about that." I told her. "I love you and I'll move at whatever pace you want."
She kissed my cheek gently. "I love you Bill."
We hugged for a moment and then she sat up. "You suppose we should start heading for home again?" She asked.
"No." I told her. "Let's just sit here like this for awhile."
She planted a kiss on my nose, just a brief peck. "Okay." She whispered, putting her head back on my shoulder.
Another thing that suffered from my new schedule and my relationship with Nina were my study sessions with Mike. This bothered me at first until I realized that Mike didn't really need them anymore. His grades remained near the top of the scale and he had completely caught up with all of the concepts that he'd left behind. When our time was cut down I'd worried that he would slip back into academic purgatory but he held his own just fine, passing his finals with an upper B. Though I was never thanked for this accomplishment I felt immense pride in it. I'd pulled him out of the ranks of the dropouts and into the ranks of future college attendees if that was what he wished. By March of 1984 it would have taken a catastrophic event indeed to push him back into independent study. With only three more months of school left anyway, the allure of that particular thing would no longer be as attractive anyway.
It was the third week of March when Mike showed up at my door at 7:00 in the evening, just after I'd gotten home from work. His visit was unusual and I greeted him warmly. There was always a conflict in my personality when I hung out with Mike. On the one hand I had a genuine need to help him make something of himself, to keep him off of the path that fate had in store for him. But on the other hand he was still an immature seventeen-year-old and his conversation about phony sexual exploits and macho posturing quickly got old.
"Hey dude." He whispered to me at the front door, casting a wary eye upon my Dad, who was sitting in his favorite chair watching television. "Why don't we walk over to the school for a while?"
I knew what he meant by that. Around the corner from my house was an elementary school, the elementary school we'd both attended once. During it's off-hours it had served as a favored locale for smoking pot, drinking beer, or just plain fucking off. By inviting me there I knew that Mike probably had some marijuana in his possession.
"Sounds good." I nodded, figuring, what the hell? I told my Dad I was going to Mike's house, the standard excuse for such an endeavor, and he grunted in reply. Since our talk, Dad never questioned anything that I did. I'm quite sure he knew exactly what I was going to do.
I retrieved my jacket and we walked that way slowly.
"You got some buds?" I asked as we ambled down the sidewalk of the darkening street.
"Yeah." He nodded. "Got a joint of some pretty good green." He said. "Haven't smoked any in a while but I just felt the need today."
I looked at him. "You haven't smoked any in a while?" I asked, wondering if he was putting me on.
He shook his head. "Nope. I've been running a lot lately and it fucks up my lungs if I smoke cigarettes or pot too much. Makes it hard to breathe. I've quit the cigs completely."