“It feels okay, just do it.” I relaxed more, waiting to be filled instead of bracing myself.
“You feel amazing. I want you to think this is amazing.” He moved fully into me and started to retract, setting up a slow, gently rhythm.
The slice of pain had faded and although I still felt stretched, it was beginning to feel good. The rhythm set in, quickening some, Caleb chasing his own pleasure, all strength and nimbleness, still managing to move a hand to touch me, pinch my nipple which made me moan loudly, and then angling himself so he could find my clit.
“I’m going to come, Zo. I’ll make you come again after. Promise.” His movements became stronger and I wanted to know what it was like when he wasn’t treating me like spun glass.
I wasn’t far off myself, the feel of his need getting me closer, my pussy feeling tighter and then he moved harder and deeper in me, his head tipping back as he groaned, spilling into the condom. Something else I wanted to feel – how was it without.
He kissed me, his body slowing, my body still on fire, wanting more and unsure what happened next. Breathless, he moved his mouth onto my neck and down onto my breast again, pulling his cock out of me and leaving me empty as he reworked the way he’d come up, and then his mouth was between my legs
I felt a bolt of embarrassment. What if I’d bled? What if it was now weird down there, but Caleb didn’t seem to mind, his tongue flicking against my clit, his hand soothing between my thighs and I quickly found that orgasm, not as strong this time but maybe the most satisfying.
“If you want to do that again, I think you’ll come on my cock.” His mouth glistened as he spoke.
“I want to do that again.”
He nodded as he stood up, still erect, the condom still on there. “So we’ll do it. Maybe tomorrow. Let me clean you up.”
He went into the ensuite bathroom and came back with a cloth and no condom, lying on his side next to me as he put the cloth between my legs, the action caring and soothing. I felt thoroughly fucked in the best possible way, relieved it was done and I wasn’t a virgin anymore, happy it’d been with Caleb.
After a bedtime routine, I curled up into Caleb’s bed, with one of his T-shirts on and snuggled up to him. He was naked because why not, and I was more than happy with that. The house was quiet, just the sound of our breathing.
“Can we definitely do this again tomorrow?” I pushed my bottom closer to him, if it was possible. I wanted a repeat, another go when I wasn’t so nervous.
“Hate to tell you, Zo, but you only get to lose your virginity once.”
“Arse. I mean stay in bed. Have sex. I go home Monday morning first thing. We can go back to normal then. Back to just being friends.”
“One more day and night?”
“One more day and night.”
Caleb
Iheld her hand as we walked over the beach, away from Puffin Bay towards the less populated areas where the beaches were wild, requiring a walk to get to them and facilities were limited. The tide was out meaning we could scramble over rocks to the next beach and from there, take the coastal path to Elderwood Sound, a place that wasn’t a true sound in the geographical sense, but named for the sounds of the trees and the tide, and the fact that there were elder trees scattered around. The tide was less ferocious here, the coastline naturally creating a bay that, for most of the time, showed off dry sand, with the sea rarely coming all the way in. It was one of my favourites and I’d been here with Zoey many times before. From here, we’d cut through farmers' fields to a track that ran through a small woodland to a neolithic site, large stone slabs that’d once been a village. It was eerie, too still and the centre of it barren of any growth, and it fascinated the fuck out of Zoey.
Our fingers were interlaced, which was different. The last time I’d held her hand like this it had been over a decade ago and I’d just made her come for the last time. I didn’t know if she remembered that, how I’d held her hands down while she came on my mouth, fingers interlaced with hers.
If she did, she didn’t say, but she held onto my hand as we cut across the sand, the daylight the same as it had been this morning, before her world was shaken up once again.
“Is this practice?” She held my hand up higher.
“Yes. We’re used to hugging as friends but we need to look more than that. Maybe we should have a night in Manchester too, but we need to be convincing.” The friend zone had remained in place since the weekend when she’d given me her virginity. There’d been a few references to it afterwards, neither of us forgetting what’d happened. I suppose that was why we rarely gave much detail about boyfriends and girlfriends that we’d had, apart from after Zoey had slept with someone for the first time and vaguely mentioned how he’d not measured up to the standards first set.
That’d blown up my ego some.
“I feel like I should be hurt that the idea of pretending to be my boyfriend is so difficult.” She pulled me to a stop. “Is me being your girlfriend so hard to imagine?”
I wanted to set her straight then.No, the problem is it’s too easy to imagine. Touching you is like second nature. Kissing you feels like something we should spend every day doing. Holding you in my arms so everyone knows you’re mine – including Peter fucking Cash – is exactly what I want to do every time we’re out together.
“It really isn’t. But it might feel awkward because we’ve been just friends for so long.” I pulled her into my arms.
“It didn’t feel awkward the last time we stepped out of the friend zone.” Her arms went around my neck. “We know we can go back to being just friends as well. We’ve done it before.”
Hardly, but she didn’t need to know that. Every autumn and spring, I waited for her to return to Puffin Bay like an abandoned dog waiting for his owner. Any girlfriend I had drifted away in the weeks before I expected Zoey, either put off because they weren’t happy with my friendship with her or threatened by it. They never said that, just that it wasn’t working out as I couldn’t give them any commitment beyond the next date, which was true and I knew it was unfair on them.
No one said anything. Amelie bemoaned the fact she’d only just learned the name of one girlfriend before the next came along, and it was just accepted in Puffin Bay that I played the field because I always had.
