“You’re so soft,” he said, tracing across my nipple. “I keep reminding myself to be careful.”
“Don’t be careful,” I urged, pressing toward him again. Everything he was doing felt so good, every way he touched me—and I wanted to try it, too. “Can I?” I pointed to his pants.
He was really fast at removing them, and also his shirt and mine, and it was lucky that there was great temperature control in this house because we were both fine even without all that. I felt really hot, actually, kind of on fire. I used my fingertips to carefully outline what I was sure was an erection beneath his boxer briefs, and he made the same sound that I had. It was from pleasure, and I smiled. So I reached down and took a firmer grip, which Jannie had advised (she’d had a lot to say and the 7 and 7 guy had added his two cents).
That went over well, and even better when I went for skin-on-skin contact. He ripped off what was left of our clothes, which was…odd. I hadn’t been naked in front of anyone for years, and the last person was a doctor (at least I’d worn a terrible paper gown). But Everett touched me, too, and that made me a lot less concerned about the nudity aspect and more interested in what he was doing with his fingers, first on my breasts and then especially when he moved his hand down to cup between my legs. It actually made me grip him in excitement—
“Damn.” His head jerked back. “If you could be a little gentler…”
“Sorry,” I said. “Like this?”
Yes, like that. His hips started to roll and his breathing got a lot faster. “I’m not going to last,” he panted.
“That’s ok. I’ve already had your bodily fluids on me,” I told him.
“My puke? Oh, damn…Zoey!” It happened kind of fast: he erupted like a penile geyser. I watched in awe and yes, it was messy.
“Oh, geez. The couch,” I said.
“We’ll get it cleaned. Now it’s you,” he said, and he was still panting but he started moving his hand between my legs and kissing me like he was almost desperate.
It wasn’t as fast for me. Things started to build, and currents of pleasure bloomed where his fingers circled and massaged, and then they coursed through my body. I couldn’t stop myself from shaking and I lost track of the kissing, and everything built up to a point that it burst all through me, like a flood that left me shuddering and saying his name. I finally opened my eyes and saw Everett watching me, smiling. Then he put his hand on my butt again to pull me tightly against him, and we stayed like that for a while.
“Next, I’ll try my mouth,” I said, and I felt his penis spring a little against my stomach. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“No, it was anticipation. I’ll try my mouth, too,” he said, and I shivered. That was also anticipation. “Did you like what we just did?”
“Yes. A lot,” I said, and shivered again.
“Good,” he told me. “I don’t want to push you. I had heard you talk about getting kissed once before—”
“It was twice, but I stopped counting. You’re not pushing,” I said. “I really want to do more, too. Like, mouths but also beyond. Like sex.”
His penis jumped again so I thought that he agreed. “I have to get going,” he told me. “I think we should shower.”
“Together?Really?”
He laughed. “Give it a try. You might like that, too.”
What ended up happening didn’t have much to do with getting clean, and it did have a lot to do with him touching me all over, and me having to hold on to him because I had another orgasm right there in the shower and almost fell onto the tile. It resulted in him throwing on clothes and running to his car, and me having a lot of tangles in my hair, big ones about the size of my fist, but that didn’t matter to me at all.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the game,” he called from the driveway, and then his truck took off down the road.
I stood waving until there was no way that he could have seen me anymore, and then I had to get ready because I had plans for tonight with my sister. I would need to get those tangles tamed before I met her, and I also had to do something about the couch. I did my best with my hair and then flipped the cushions before I also hurried to my car.
“This is my treat,” Willow announced as we sat at a table in the restaurant. That was a first. She had also let me pick our destination, which had been very strange.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Did you have a good day today?” she asked. “You’re not rubbing your head and doing…” She imitated me, scrunching her face to resemble a Shar-Pei and jamming her fingers into her forehead. “You look relaxed and happy, like you just—oh, geez. You had sex with Everett Ford!”
She had said that so loudly. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t!” I repeated, but that was misleading so I admitted to a little bit of the truth. “Not actual sex but other things. Other good things.”
Unlike Jannie, who would have grinned and maybe thrown her hat into the air, my sister got extremely concerned. “It doesn’t mean anything, Zo. It’s just for fun, right? It’s nothing.”
I couldn’t agree that it was nothing. I looked at the menu instead.
“Oh, geez,” she repeated, but now it was a sigh. “This is what I was afraid of.”
