Biting my lip, I try to steady my erratic heart. “So, are you…ready?”
I hope I’m not reading into the invitation. She could mean she wants to watch a movie and chill in her room.
Eden brings her index finger to my lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. “I’m ready. But there’s no pressure, right? We could go back to mine and just see where the night takes us.”
Oh, I know where I want the night to take me! Straight between her delicious thighs.
19
Eden
The ride back to my place took far longer than I liked. We didn’t touch at all, because I was certain we would crash if we did. Sloane white knuckled the steering wheel the whole way back.
The last fourteen days have been hard. Mostly because Sloane has looked overworked and tired every time we met up. I did my best to give her the space she needed to get her shit together. It also allowed me to get some painting done, which I’d overlooked in favour of being with Sloane.
The time apart wasn’t all bad, though. We messaged every day. Sometimes it was just a quick, “Hello I miss you.” Other times we went back and forth asking questionsabout each other. Turns out, when we couldn’t maul each other with our mouths we learned a lot about each other. Ironically, the space brought us closer together.
From a practical viewpoint, being away from Sloane gave me an idea of what it will be like when we’re at college. It wasn’t super fun, but it gave me a bump in confidence that we can get through it. The time alone also did a number on my libido. Instead of being in my head about my readiness to take it to the next level, I’ve been reliving the equipment shed over and over.
I was trying to paint earlier this evening when the motion picture memory of Sloane coming against my crotch roared into my brain yet again. There was no focusing on creativity after that. It just so happened that Pia called me to ask one more time if I wanted to go to the party at Bryce’s. I immediately said yes, which caused a silent line for several seconds.
Anyway, Pia picked me up and we went to the party. I made my mind up the second I saw Sloane that I was ready to have sex. Over the past month, we’ve gotten to know each other so much better. Sloane encourages me and pushes me. She listens and hangs out with my devilish sister. If there is anyone in the world I feel comfortable enough to bare myself to, it’s her.
Sloane walking out of the laundry room with Kiera gave me a millisecond worth of doubt, but then I looked into her eyes and I knew she’d never do anything to hurt me on purpose. Plus, Keira is like the worst and Sloane has better taste than that.
Cut to now. We’re thirty seconds away from my house, and I’m nervous. To the point I think I’ve got sweaty pits. Gross.
We silently exit the car. Taking Sloane by the hand, I lead us inside. Mum and Dad are still up watching TV. I didn’t lie when I told Sloane they were cool with her staying over. I’m going to be eighteen in three days, and off to college in a few months. Sloane thinks they’re being super cool. I know they’re just treating me like an adult, which I appreciate.
I’ll admit that I’ve spoken to my parents about losing my virginity. Mum was quick to point out I wouldn’t be losing anything. She went on a ten-minute rant about how the whole concept of virginity was dumb. There was a lot about patriarchy. It got dark for a second. After she’d finished, we sat down together and talked things through. I love that I can talk to them about these things. Knowing I can have my girlfriend stay over without any judgement orfear of being caught is the best thing towards helping me relax.
“Hey, love,” Mum calls from the living room. I poke my head around the door frame.
“Hey guys. Um, Sloane is staying over.”
Mum and Dad share a look, and then Mum smiles at me. “Okay, sweetie.”
Not wanting to hang around, I practically drag Sloane upstairs. Jenna’s door is closed, thankfully. I don’t know how I would handle getting clam jammed by my sister.
The door shuts solidly behind us. I’m leaning against it as Sloane takes measured steps around my room. Obviously, she’s been in my room before. I appreciate she’s acting like it’s the first time by randomly picking up my things and inspecting them to give me some time to change the direction of our evening if I want. I don’t want to do that.
“Sloane.”
Placing my stuffed panda back on my desk, she turns to me. “Do you still want to do this?” she asks.
“I really do. I-I’ve never been, um, naked in front of anyone before, though. So I’m nervous.”
She smiles and traces a finger up the front of my body. “I have. The one downside to locker rooms. No privacy. Do you want me to start?”
Holy fuckballs, I’m going to see Sloane in the buff.
“Um, yes?”
Her laugh is loud and perfect. “There you go again, answering with a question.”
Running my fingertips over her hips, I smirk. “I think you can assume it means I’m being an uncomfortable dork, and I do indeed want whatever it is you’ve asked me.”
“Well, okay then.” Her tone is flirty, and her eyes tell me things are about to get real. Stepping back from me, Sloane crosses her arms at the bottom of her sweatshirt, slowly lifting it up and over her head. Taking the t-shirt she was also wearing along with it, I’m faced with Sloane’s bra-clad breasts.
