"How was that?" she asked me.
"Beautiful," I told her, pulling her to me. I kissed her, catching a faint taste of myself on her tongue but not minding. Obviously this turned her on.
"So I did it right?" she asked.
"Perfect," I assured her. "You're a very erotic person Nina, did you know that?"
"Thank you," she said, kissing me again. "You're not bad yourself. I read how to do that in a book called "The Sensuous Woman". I was dying to try it. I'm glad they told me how to do it right."
"You read how to do that in a book?" I asked, laughing.
"Same place I learned to do what we did at the lake," she said seriously. "That was under suggestions for sex when you're on your period if your partner doesn't like to do it then. I adapted it to the situation. There's all kinds of other stuff in there too. Even stuff about orgies."
"Orgies?" I asked, incredulous, unaware that Nina had even known that word, let alone it's meaning.
She giggled. "For instance," she explained, "did you know that it is considered poor etiquette to attend an orgy while you are menstruating?"
I cracked up completely. "No," I said. "I didn't know that. The things our parents don't teach us."
"So keep that in mind," she said, "if you ever invite me to an orgy. Be sure to have me check my calendar first."
We laughed together in the darkness. Eventually I pulled my shorts back up.
We sat for a few more minutes, just holding each other. Finally we stood up, brushed each other off, and started walking back to my house.
Chapter 15
My suspicions were correct. Nina had been just a little too innocent in her inquiries about what time Tracy left for her appointment. At 8:50 the next morning, less than ten minutes after the ambulance carted my sister away with Mom and Dad following in the car, the phone rang.
"Care for a visitor?" Nina asked me playfully.
"I don't know," I responded, "I had plans."
"Plans?"
"Yep," I answered firmly. "I need to go over my stock certificates and calculate my net worth. Also, Sesame Street starts in ten minutes."
"I LOVE Sesame Street," she told me.
"I'm sure you do," I replied. "But watching Sesame Street is meant to be a transcendental, solitary experience, wouldn't you agree?"
"I would," she chuckled. "But do you think that maybe just this once you could make an exception?"
I sighed, exaggerating the sound. "I suppose."
"See you in ten minutes," she told me.
I smiled as I hung up the phone, feeling warm inside as I contemplated the prospect of Nina and an empty house. Usually on workdays I didn't shower until about 11:00. But something had told me that an earlier shower might be a good idea on that day. I was already squeaky clean and dressed in shorts and a tank top.
When the doorbell rang exactly ten minutes later my warmth kicked up a few notches as I saw her standing there. She was dressed in a light yellow summer dress that came down to just above her knees. Her legs were bare. It was readily apparent by the way her small breasts jiggled beneath the dress that she was not wearing a bra. Her face was made up lightly and her brown hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes were twinkling as she stepped into my arms, giving me a soft, very erotic kiss on the lips.
"Mmmm," I said, letting my hand slide slowly across her chest, confirming the suspicion I had about her brassiere.
She slapped at my hand. "I didn't tell you you could do that," she teased.
"I think we've gotten to the point," I teased back, "where they are now possessions of mine and I can touch them whenever I want to."
"Is that so?" she giggled, breaking free of my embrace and walking inside. I had a Rolling Stones album playing softly on the turntable and the voice of Mick Jagger was telling us about how we should have sympathy for the Devil.
"Yes," I nodded, admiring her legs, the way they moved beneath the hem of her dress. They were tanned and toned from our frequent excursions outside and very pretty to behold. "Did your mother see how you were dressed when you left?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked, sitting on the sofa. The hem of her dress rode up considerably. She made no effort to push it back down. "I had a bra on when I left the house." She smiled seductively, "but it was really uncomfortable, you know. So I just left it in the car." She patted the sofa next to her.
I sat down, letting my fingertips touch her exposed thigh. "If I didn't know better," I said, "I'd swear you have evil intentions."
"Me?" she asked. "I'm young and innocent."
"Uh huh. Did you leave anything else in the car?" I asked hopefully.
"No," she said indignantly. "I did not leave my panties in the car if that's what you were implying. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"Bummer."
She leaned over and kissed me softly on the ear. She whispered, "I didn't leave them in the car because I seem to have forgotten to put any on this morning. How absent-minded of me."
My penis, which had been semi-erect from the moment I realized she had no bra on, suddenly stiffened to a diamond cutter. Realization struck me. With it, sexual excitement and doubt. She was completely naked under her dress! She hadn't come over here to merely fool around a little. She had an agenda. Were things moving too fast?
"Nina?" I said, trying to concentrate, to think this through as she ran her tongue up and down my neck, leaving wet trails of saliva. Concentration was difficult. Nina, despite her inexperience, had learned volumes about the art of pleasuring my flesh with her tongue.
"Let's go upstairs," she whispered to me. "Let's enjoy our time alone together. We don't have much time before you have to go to work."
I gulped. "But what about… you know… uh… protection?" I asked her. "I don't have any… uh… condoms." Actually I did. There was still a small stash of them in my Bible along with a joint that Mike had given me at some point. But I didn't want Nina to know that because I wasn't sure how she would react.
Her hand slid down my chest, coming to rest on the bulge at the front of my shorts. It began to twist slowly back and forth, putting delicious pressure on me. "You don't need any condoms," she said, still whispering in my ear, letting me feel her breath on me. "I'm on the pill."
The pill? I turned my head sharply at her. "You're what?"
A smile, a very wicked one came to her face. "I went to the family planning clinic way back in January. After the first time we made out. I knew back then that we would eventually work our way to this point. They give the pill to minors you know, without telling their parents."
I was speechless as I stared at her. She seemed to be enjoying the reaction she was giving me.
"You remember the pimples?" she asked, "the sore boobs? That's why I had those problems. It takes a little while to get used to the hormones in the pill. But I wanted it to be safe when we finally made love. I wanted it to be perfect. And today is perfect. We have the time, we have the place."
"Wow," I finally muttered. "You never fail to surprise me."
"And hopefully I never will," she smiled.
"But are you sure you…"
"Oh for Christ sake Bill!" she shouted, exasperated. "Why do you treat me like a child sometimes? I'm older than you are. I'm more than ready. I'm more than willing. I've been ready for a long, long time. Do you remember the day you first asked me to come over to your house to study?"
I looked at her, confused. "You mean, the very first time? Back in eleventh grade?"
"Yes," she nodded. "It was the first day of eleventh grade and you asked me to come to your place and study." She gave me a shrewd look. "I KNEW what it meant when you asked a girl over to study. I KNEW the kind of studying that went on at your house. We've already been over that point, right?"