"What?" she asked.
"My reputation. You know, when it’s to the point that my parents know about it…"
She laughed. "No, it doesn’t bother me. You explained that earlier in the week. And, like I said, I trust you."
"Good."
Just then, the movie started. We shut up, watched, and ate.
CHAPTER TWENTY NATALIELet’s see. I had this wonderful guy. I had Chinese food. I had Hepburn and Cary Grant.
Does life get any better than this?
I love The Philadelphia Story, it’s such a great film. One of my top five. Ed liked it, too, and told me he hadn’t seen it in a while, so it was a good pick.
After we had exhausted the capacity of our stomachs, Ed paused the movie, grabbed the leftovers and the trash, and ran downstairs with them. He came back up, sat down next to me in the bed, and re-started the movie.
The full-bore sprawled-on-the-bed cuddle quickly followed.
And I recognized the feelings. And I let them happen, for a change. He wasn’t touching anything, you know, erogenous-it was just cuddling. But I still felt it. Low-grade, but I felt it.
I put them on the back burner to simmer-I really did want to watch the movie-but I liked having them simmering in the background. I felt like my insides were humming.
The movie ended, and Ed said, "I forgot how much I liked that one."
"One of my favorites," I agreed.
He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, hard. Before I knew it, we were in one hell of a liplock.
The simmering picked up.
He kissed down my neck-wow, who knew how good that felt?-while his hands rubbed up and down my sides. I had my hand on his hips, facing him on his bed. He came back up to my mouth, and we devoured each other.
Then he dropped the kiss. "I need to warn you," he said in a low growl, "I’ve done things to you twice now, and I stopped. If this goes any further, I’m not going to be able to stop. I want you so bad it hurts. Are you ready for that?"
I answered him by sitting up, smiling at him, and quickly pulling my shirt over my head. He grinned, and then chuckled, pointing at my frilly pink bra. "When you go shopping, you don’t go halfway," he laughed.
"Nope," I agreed. "Help with the clasp?"
He grinned, and reached behind me. When he did, I whispered in his ear, "I’ve been as ready as I can get since lunch. I want you so bad I’m throbbing. And I’m not used to that at all."
"I know you’re not," he whispered. "I’ll make it OK, I promise." And his hands were on my boobs. And then, he was going lower, and his tongue was on my boobs.
Oh, man! Simmer, simmer, bubble, bubble.
While he did that, I felt his hands reaching for the button of my jeans. "You’re in for another treat. The panties match the bra," I giggled. He laughed, and quickly started peeling my jeans off. I raised my hips to help him. They were off, but my panties were still on, as he reached between my legs and started rubbing me through the panties.
"They’re new, so we have to christen them, right?" he said. Oooh, how nice and naughty that was! And it was working. In a couple of minutes, they were drenched! "Mission accomplished," Ed chuckled, and took them off me. Then he started working his fingers up and down my pussy. Oh, man.
But I stopped him. I wanted something else right now. "Stop! Wait!" I shouted. Ed jumped back. "Something wrong?" he said worriedly.
"Yes!" I said, and reached for the hem of his shirt. "You. Clothes. Off!" He laughed, and helped me get them off. Then he lay back down as naked as I was. "Now you may continue what you were doing," I giggled. He laughed, and did.
While he gently rubbed my pussy-simmer, simmer-I looked at his dick. Sure, I had seen it all week. But I’d never seen it like this. I’d never seen it, you know, knowing where it was going at some point in the evening. I’d never looked at it and said to myself, "this is going to be inside me, and soon." It was a whole new perspective.
It made my mouth water.
I reached out and put my hand on it. As I had told Ed, I’d never done this. But I was drawn to it like a magnet. Me, who had been so scared of this! I cupped my hand around it, and started moving my hand up and down on it. It was like steel, it was so hard. It was also throbbing in my hand!
"Is this all right?" I whispered to Ed.
"Just perfect," he said. "If I had known you were that good at it, I would’ve let you in bio. Most girls who’ve never done it before squeeze too hard."
"I don’t want to bruise it, I’ll need it in a minute," I giggled. He looked at me with a mixture of complete surprise and utter lust.
"You are something else," he laughed. "I’d never thought I’d have you here like this, not after what I saw Monday."
"I was forced into The Program against my will, by my mother," I pointed out. "That made all of my fears and phobias and anxieties ten times worse. You haven’t forced me into a thing. You don’t take, you give. It made all the difference."
He moaned under my hand. "Well, if you keep that up, I’m going to roll you on your back and start taking, in a hurry."
"It’s OK to take what’s freely offered," I smiled at him. And I meant it-but he must have seen something in my eyes.
"You’re scared," he said simply.
"You bet your ass," I laughed. "But that’s OK. I’ll get by it." Then I saw something. "You’re scared, too!"
"Yeah," he admitted.
"Why?"
"Because you’ve had three very bad experiences. If I’m number four, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with myself."
"You won’t be," I laughed. "Listen to me, Ed. You’ve had two fingers in my pussy for five minutes. I know you’re not trying to get me off, just get me worked up-which is the only reason I’m still coherent-but your hand is buried in my pussy. And I’m relaxed. I’m comfortable. It feels great. Don’t worry about any disasters. They’re not going to happen."
"Then why are you scared?" he asked.
"Feelings that you’re not used to, especially intense ones, are just scary." I admitted.
"OK, I’ll buy that."
"Now, can we stop talking? I’d like you to move your hand faster," I giggled.
"Oh, I’ll do better than that. Let go of my dick, though."
I was puzzled, but I did so. I felt his fingers go in, with his palm up towards the front of my body. Then he curled his fingers up, again towards the front of my body. And they rubbed.
Oh my GOD. I shrieked!
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" I yelled.
"Your G-spot," he giggled. "You like?"
"Oh Jesus!" Now I know why he made me let go of his dick-I would have torn it off!
"Lay back," he said. We had been on our sides, facing one another, so I rolled onto my back. He kept his fingers in me-but started moving down my body with his head. This time, I watched him, as his tongue gently slurped up the length of my pussy-then zeroed in on my clit. As he worked away at it, his fingers started massaging my G-spot again.
Oh my fucking head. Simmering? Try boiling over. Try exploding. The world stopped-the world just fucking stopped. It was incredible.
"Wow," Ed said as I was coming down. "I’d heard about that, but that’s the first time I’ve ever seen it."
"What?" I asked dreamily.
"You came."
"I know I came, silly," I giggled.
"No, I mean you squirted."
"I what?" I asked, amazed.
"Squirted. Female ejaculation. It’s rare but it happens." I looked at him-his face was drenched!
"Oh. It kinda felt like I was peeing," I said sheepishly.
"It’s not pee," he laughed. "It was fun," he said. "I liked watching it-even if I did get it in the eye."
"You’re something else," I smiled. "Ed? Make love to me. Please."