He just smiled, and climbed up the length of my body, and positioned himself in between my legs. He grabbed his dick and started rubbing it up and down the length of my pussy, making me groan. "Ready?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I panted. Then I felt it. His dick slowly slipping through my entrance. Oh God. He took it nice and easy, slipping into me bit by bit. Oh God.
I was right. It was like my first three disastrous experiences weren’t even the same thing. And they weren’t. It was like I said earlier-this was my choice.
And, Jesus, it felt good!
Then he was all the way in. "Good?" he asked.
"Oh yeaaaah!" I blurted. He laughed. "Oh, God, Ed, fuck me!" I demanded. He did.
Oh, man, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Who knew? Not me. This was exquisite. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his ass, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Oh, God, Ed, go faster," I got out. "And KISS ME!" I demanded. He got out a chuckle, and did as I asked, picking up the pace as he lowered his mouth to mine. I found what I wanted-his tongue. I devoured it.
That was all I needed. Oh, God, what a cum. He went right after, his lips locked with mine as he groaned into my mouth and poured himself into me. It strung mine out. It was fantastic.
Afterwards, when we were sprawled in a heap, legs and arms intertwined, Ed suddenly said. "Oh, Jesus. I’m an irresponsible asshole."
"Excuse me?" I said.
"I never even asked you if you were protected."
"Oh, that. Don’t worry about it," I giggled. "I’ve been on the pill since I was 13. Mother’s insistence. For once, I’m glad of it," I laughed.
"That’s good. I still feel like an ass. I’m never irresponsible about that."
"It’s OK. I got you going," I giggled.
"From the minute I saw you in the parking lot in that outfit," he laughed. "It’s a good thing I like the Philadelphia Story. If you had picked a boring one, I don’t think I could’ve made it through it."
I laughed. "Hey, I picked one of my favorites on purpose." I looked at him. "This was the daydream I had the other day. Us watching a good old flick, then fucking like bunnies." I giggled. "Of course, in the daydream, it was Casablanca-but I wasn’t in the mood for that today."
"I would’ve picked The Sound Of Music, but that’s three hours long!" he laughed.
"That’s why you let me pick," I laughed.
"Nat? That was the best ever. And I mean it. Not even close."
I knew what that meant for him to say. I was touched. "I don’t think I have to tell you that in my case!" I giggled.
"No, you don’t," he laughed. "Natalie?" he asked. I looked at him. "I don’t want you to leave here tonight."
Awwww. "I don’t want to leave, either. Will your parents mind?"
"No, not at all. Will your mother?"
"Yeah. Do I care?" I said.
"She won’t be happy," Ed said.
"After seventeen years of hell, I refuse to concern myself with her happiness for a second more," I declared.
He kissed me. "Mom’s still downstairs. Let me go down and tell her, just so she’s not surprised to see you in the morning."
"’K," I said.
"Natalie?" he said. I looked at him. "I love you."
YES! "I love you, too," I said.
YES! YES! YES!
He headed downstairs, and I lied back onto his bed-just about as happy as it gets.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE EDMan. That really was the best ever. I was kind of stunned at that. I was no virgin. And I had had sex-once-with someone I was in love with.
But that was the best ever.
And I said it. I can’t believe I said it.
I was still kicking myself for not asking about protection, though. Dumb, dumb, irresponsible, and dumb. I know better than that. I got lucky.
Of course, I think I got lucky in a number of ways. And that’s not a double entendre.
I came downstairs and found Mom, sitting on the couch.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she grinned. "What’s up?"
"Natalie’s spending the night, is that OK?"
"Of course. Do her parents mind?"
"That is a long story," I sighed. "Natalie just has a mother-and she’ll probably be furious, but Natalie doesn’t much care."
"Well, Ed, I’m a little uncomfortable with Natalie staying here if it’s against her mother’s wishes."
"Natalie having anything even remotely approaching a normal life is against her mother’s wishes. I’m serious." I went through Natalie’s history with her mother.
"My God," Mom said. "She seems remarkably well-adjusted."
"To a point," I told her. "The Program has actually helped a lot. And she’s ranked seventh in the class."
"Wow. You got a smart one," she grinned.
"Hell of a lot smarter than a dumb-ass third baseman, for sure," I grinned.
"Yeah, right. You know you’re capable."
"Not in her league, though. But she’s smart, that helps. She has her ‘out’ all planned-a college scholarship."
"With those grades, she shouldn’t have a problem," Mom commented. "But she must have other problems. The Program must have thrown her. Nudity, and all that touching?"
"It wasn’t easy. It’s gotten better."
"Ed, have you guys…" she hesitated.
"Made love?" I laughed. "Just now, for the first time."
"Was it OK for her?"
"Yeah, it was. She trusts me. She also loves me. That makes a difference, you know that."
"I agree," Mom said. "Just, hey, I’m worried about you. You know why. And now that you’ve told me, I’m worried about her."
"I’m worried about her, too-but I think she’ll be OK. As for me? I’m probably not going to shock you if I tell you I came damn close to stopping this thing before it started."
"Nope, I’m not surprised at all. What changed your mind?"
"First was a few choice words from Mike. Second was a few even choicer words from Natalie herself. She overheard me talking to Mike, and yesterday morning asked me who Annie was. When I told her the whole thing, she had a few things to tell me. Forcefully, I might add." Mom grinned at that. "So, after that-with my heart at war with my head-I went where I always go."
"Ellie Kirkland," Mom smiled. "I’ve always thought I should be jealous of that woman," she laughed.
"Oh, come on," I said. "You know better."
"Yeah-I like Ellie too much. And I do realize that this kind of thing is her profession, and that she knows her stuff, and that she loves you almost as much as I do. So, it’s OK. What did Ellie say?"
"To stop blaming myself for Annie’s mistake, and to stop expecting Natalie to make the same mistake Annie did."
"Common sense, Ed," she pointed out. "You’ve blamed yourself for Annie?"
"Of course. This is me we’re talking about."
"That’s stupid. Annie loved you very much, but the two of you were in way over your head." She looked at me. "And, I guess I’m wondering if you’re in over your head again."
"Probably," I chuckled. "But Natalie’s older, more sure of what she wants, and I’m older, too. I got help this time."
"Help?" Mom asked.
"She’s one of the gang. All her problems that she had at the beginning of the week were due to isolation. I stopped the isolation-brought the whole crowd into helping her. She and Amanda really hit it off. She thinks Lily’s a howl. I even had Ty Christopher watch out for her when she was finding the whole gym shower experience to be a bit much. She came to the game Tuesday, and was uncomfortable being there in the stands nude, so I had her sit with Jared and Amanda. You know them. She wasn’t alone in her nakedness for long."
She laughed, and said, "Ed? Don’t ever call yourself a dumb third baseman again, OK? That was good thinking."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Look, if she needs a place to stay, anytime, you know she can stay here. And if that’s too much pressure on your relationship at this point, she can always stay in Katherine’s room."