Every single nerve exploded in my body. I screamed and screamed, holding onto his hair as tightly as I could. A deep crimson swallowed my vision and splintered my world into a million pieces. Oh God, this is it. This is an orgasm!
And then my mind left me.
My body repeatedly slammed against the bed, convulsing, my abs clenching so hard, I could scarcely breathe. His grip on my thighs tightened, and, responding to my full-body heaving, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. I thought my lungs would collapse as blood surged to the base of my skull. The intensity compelled my hands to my neck, my nails digging into the skin.
Eventually the world returned. My breaths were sharp and uneven for what seemed like minutes before I reclaimed normalcy. I was gulping down air, shuddering, aftershocks rolling in and tensing all of my muscles.
Coming down from the orgasm, I noticed Vince’s loud moaning for the first time, and the fact that he was shaking the bed as much as I had been, his hips thrusting across the sheets, his penis poking through the window in his boxers. He was still licking my clit when suddenly he roared in climax. His face grew red and veiny, and his eyelids flickered, mostly closed. He came all over the sheets, some of it reaching my legs and pussy, spurt after spurt of white erupting from his penis.
As I watched him come, I smiled inside, supremely aroused. I had never felt this accomplished as a lover: turning on a man so much that he came without one of my body parts having ever made contact with his penis. He let go of my legs and stood, semen still squirting out in smaller quantities, his shaft pulsing every few seconds.
The dark red of his face faded to a light pink, his cheeks glowing, and I wondered what mine looked like. He opened his eyes and stared at me, exhaling a long, drawn out breath. “Wow.” He stood there, dazed, his body wobbling. He grabbed his penis and squeezed the last drops from it, letting it fall on the sheets.
“That was . . . intense,” I said, my body trembling. I ran my fingers through my hair before stretching out my arms and legs to their fullest, my fingers and toes curling. “I can’t believe I never let anyone touch me there before—and your tongue!”
He smiled, climbing onto the bed from the side, collapsing. His hard-on shrank and the throbs stopped. “I never knew an orgasm could be so intense,” he responded, his voice deep and smooth, relaxed. “I’ve never come from stimulation like that before.”
“Was it better than sex?”
“It was different. Somehow more potent, I think.” He turned and studied me. “And you—your climax nearly broke the bed. For a woman who’s never had one before, I was surprised it was so big.”
I leaned over him and kissed him. “How did you know to do that, at the end with your fingers?”
“It was in that book.” He pointed to the sex guide on the floor. “I read the chapters on female anatomy and orgasms. I figured since you never climaxed from sex, maybe you would come from clitoral stimulation.”
“Well, you figured right.” I lay back down beside him, my eyes heavy. My body tingled, especially my neck, where the sensation lingered, slowly growing fainter. “I feel like such an idiot, being so uptight before, not knowing what I was missing . . . but at the same time, I’m glad that it was with you.”
“That you let me in.”
“That you somehow broke down those walls that had been repelling my desires for so long.”
He rolled over and held me, stroking my hair, gliding a finger up and down my arms, torso, and hips. The tingling relaxed me even more, until my stomach growled, crushing the moment.
Vince’s stomach responded in kind, with a deep, fierce rumble.
“Danielle ordered pizza,” I said. “I didn’t hear a knock at the door, but that’s probably because we were making the list. You want me to check?”
“Sure, I love pizza.”
“Well, who doesn’t?” I rolled off the bed, grabbed a new pair of panties from the dresser, found some yoga pants, and threw on a T-shirt.
“You’d be surprised,” he laughed. “There are pizza haters out there.”
I shot him a yeah-right grin and opened the door a crack, scanning the hall. “Be right back.” He nodded as I left. I tiptoed into the living room, where I noticed a flash of light, the TV changing to a new picture. Danielle and Ashley were on the couch, cuddling. Ashley had her eyes closed, asleep. Danielle—the big spoon—glanced over at me with a huge smile and made a thumbs-up gesture.
I waved it away.
“The pizza is in the fridge,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, walking into the kitchen and finding the leftovers.
Danielle was still wearing a huge grin as I passed her on my way back to Vince. Turning for the hall, I heard her whisper, “Welcome to the club.”
I flushed, but also couldn’t help but smile.
At long last, I was in.
I WOKE UP WITH Vince’s arm under my pillow and his boner pressed against my back. Vince’s other arm was holding my hip. I scooted out of his grip and off the bed. We both had fallen asleep shortly after we devoured the pizza. I smiled at his sleeping face. He was so sexy, even when he slept. How is that possible?
When my hand met the doorknob, a voice behind me said, “Taking off so soon? I hope that wasn’t a one-night stand.”
I turned back. “I’d be a fool if it were.” I hopped on top of him, and he pulled me down for a hot kiss, wet and wicked. “Though, we do have to talk about some stuff,” I added, pushing myself up so that I could see his eyes.
“Such as?” His voice indicated that he was at a loss.
“Such as—well, I don’t know how else to say it, but your pubic hair—”
“Ah,” he cut me off. “I suppose it’s been a while since I did any maintenance down there. How much yard work?”
“I don’t know,” I said, my throat clogging up. “I’ve never planned on spending much time down there, but after last night, and coming up with the list, well—let’s just say less is better.”
“Does that mean you’re going to start shaving?”
“I can, if you want. Is that sexier?”
“I guess it’s more attractive, yeah.” He rolled up my shirt and brought my body down on his. “Skin to skin, it’s nice. The warmth.”
My breasts were smashed into his chest and my body responded, my heartbeat speeding up. His erection rubbed against my butt, ready. “You know, I’ve heard you should never waste a morning wood.”
“Is that right?” he asked, smirking. “Well I can’t say I disagree with it.” His phone rang to break the mood. He screened the caller. “Sorry, but I have to take it.” I tumbled off him before he answered the call. He began getting dressed, so I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of cereal. Vince joined me a minute later. “I’m sorry, but I have to head out. Apparently there’s something wrong at the lab.”
“Oh?”
“Nothing serious,” he insisted. “I’ll call you this afternoon.” He planted a vibrant kiss on my mouth, and then headed for the door, his gear already collected.
“Uh, okay. Bye,” I said, staggered at his sudden vanishing act. I closed the door behind him, turned, and nearly jumped to the ceiling, startled by Danielle, who was standing behind me.
“SO!” she shrieked. “I take it things went well. Very well, even.”
“You’ve no idea, Danielle. Well, actually, I guess you do. Now I understand why you were stressing so emphatically that I find someone who can—”
“Make you come,” she finished for me. “Yes, I did have a reason for all the criticism and advice. Are you going to tell me about the night, or leave me dying like you usually do?”
“It depends, are you making pancakes?”
She grinned. I hadn’t seen her this excited for me in years, not even when the bakery opened. She grabbed my wrist and yanked. “Come on.”
I put the cereal box away and got out the flat pan and a bowl, starting the story with Vince’s arrival, including the bit about her poking into the doorway. Danielle
went to town mixing the pancake ingredients, completely rapt by the details I was providing, an uncommon feat for me.
“So, what’s on the list?” she asked halfway through.
“That’s a little more personal.”
“Maci, it’s me. I can tell you everything that I’ve ever done if you want.”
“I think you already have,” I pointed out.
She nodded and made a funny face, placing the first two pancakes on my plate. “That’s probably true. So you’re not going to tell me?”
“Would you let me finish the story first?”
She raised her hands as though I had a gun pointed at her. “All right, jeez. Don’t lose your temper.”
“Yeah, like I’m the one with the short fuse.” I laughed, buttering up the pancakes, pouring Tripleberry syrup from Bella Farms on top.
“Hey!” She shoved the spatula in my face. “Road rage doesn’t count.”
“Okay, okay . . . do you want me to continue or not?”
She withdrew her threatening kitchen utensil and poured more batter onto the pan, beaming the whole time. “Go on.”
I supplied her with an exceptional number of details as I continued, ending with Vince’s abrupt departure. “It was completely mind-blowing. I’ve never felt anything so intense.”
“And you saw red when it was happening?” she asked, flummoxed.
“Is that strange?”
“I’ve never heard of anyone seeing colors,” she said, “but then again, I’ve only talked to, like, four people about orgasms. It’s not something many people share, you know?”
I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows.
“Yeah, yeah, dumb question.” She shut off the stove and served herself.
“What about Ashley?”
“Oh, she won’t be awake for another hour,” Danielle answered, sitting beside me at the table.
I nodded. “Do you think I should ask my OB/GYN about it?”
“About seeing color?” she asked with a mouthful of pancake. “Nah, I wouldn’t worry about it. Tell me about this book he got you, the guide to doing it?”
“He got a copy for both of us,” I replied, “and it’s called the Guide to Getting It On! It’s huge and looks like it covers just about everything on sex.”
“And you think it will help you open up?”
I laughed. “I think it already has.”
“Maybe I’ll borrow it sometime.” She gave me a cheesy look.
“I think it’s something you’ll have to get for yourself.”
She shoveled down the pancakes, finishing before me despite my head start. “So you’ve never let anyone tongue your clit, not once?”
I fought off my blushing instinct. “Not once.”
“Why the change?” she asked, rinsing off her plate.
“I’ve never been able to talk to anyone like Vince,” I said, cutting up the last chunk of pancake. “It’s just so easy with him. It feels like I can tell him anything and he’ll still accept me, still be there for me . . . is that how it is with you and Ashley?”
“You could say that, though it took some work to get her to open up and let me in—a few months, actually. Before that, she was always telling me half-truths, or excluding details, you know, not necessarily lying, but omitting stuff.”
“Yeah, I remember talking about that before.”
“She also didn’t divulge much on her own. It was like her lips were sealed until I asked the right questions.”
“I did the same thing with Ryan,” I confessed.
“Oh?”
“It wasn’t because I was purposefully not telling him stuff; I just never thought about what he wanted to know until he asked.” I swallowed my last bite, washing it down with milk.
“Maybe because you weren’t connected enough to consider him?” she proposed.
“Maybe,” I agreed. “It’s not like that at all with Vince, though.”
“Well I’m really happy for you, Maci.” It looked like she was considering whether to hug me or grab another glass of milk. In the end, she chose the milk, which left me partly relieved. Hugging over me having my first orgasm would have been weird, though the hug would have also been for me finding Vince, but still . . . “Hey, before I forget, you said he did all that magical stuff with his tongue, but did you have sex?”
I paused for a second before I said, “No.”
She eyed me, skeptical. “Then what was all that racket? I definitely heard Vince grunting and shouting. Did he spew his gunk?”
“He came while”—I cleared my throat—“licking me.”
“Whoa, no shit?”
“I guess it made him so hot, that it was enough,” I said, now rinsing my plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “I mean, he seemed to be really into it. He was moaning as much as I was.”
She laughed. “He was a little quieter.”
I could feel the heat on my cheeks as they changed, embarrassed.
“There’s no need to blush, Maci. It’s something to be proud of.” She slapped me on the back in a playful manner. “Well, it seems you found the perfect man. He certainly excels in all the ‘Mr. Right Categories.’”
“He could be the one, Danielle. He could be Mr. Right.”
12
THE DINNER PARTY
Vince had called later on Saturday and reported that things at the lab were worse than he originally thought, so we set up a time for Tuesday instead. The night went well, but we didn’t cross anything else off the list, settling for watching a movie on the couch in front of his massive TV and entertainment system after I made him beef stroganoff from a special recipe.
I tried to set up a Thursday date, but for the second time he said he was working that night, and he wouldn’t say on what. He joked about a non-disclosure agreement. The week progressed like normal—slow, tiring mornings mixed with long days. On Wednesday, Vince sent me a text, saying he wanted to have a get-together dinner on Saturday to get to know my friends. Ashley and Danielle were in, but Bridgett thought the idea was pretty strange and couldn’t decide if she’d attend. I invited Becky, too, though I rarely saw her anymore. I missed her because I liked her quirky personality, and she was actually clumsier than I was, which made me feel better about my two left feet.
I had started running outside a few days a week to get used to striking the ground—the minimal impact of the elliptical was a good way to start training while the skies were overcast and rainy, but to run three legs of a relay road race, the bones and muscles needed the hard surface.
During the week, I had also read a lot of the Guide to Getting It On! and was surprised by how much I didn’t know about my own body. It shed light on a thousand little mysteries. The first chapter I pored over was the orgasms chapter. It turned out that seeing colors wasn’t some ill sign, which relieved my growing anxiety after Danielle brought it up. Evidently people experienced orgasms in hundreds of different ways, where before I had always assumed they were the same across the board, though I couldn’t say I gave it much thought beyond, I wonder what it feels like? The second chapter I ventured into was on female anatomy, then male anatomy. Sure, they taught that stuff in sex ed., but not in the same way, lacking the thoroughness, open-mindedness, and general enthusiasm for all things related to sex. It was refreshing, comforting, and most of all, informative.
Saturday couldn’t arrive quickly enough. When it did, I waited and waited all morning, planning my evening attire, fretting over what Danielle would describe as trivial things, such as shoe colors. Trivial to her because she could color coordinate in a flash, where it could take me hours on my normal days—on my worst days, I didn’t even bother going out, and bagged whatever plans I had.
Danielle had spent the night at Ashley’s and never came home, so I couldn’t fall back on her judgment, and ended up with a summery V-neck dress despite the cold, with leggings and a cardigan for warmth. Arriving an hour early, I was shocked to discover that I wasn’t the first one there, as I heard a woma
n laughing inside his place.
Vince opened the door, dressed to match the more formal occasion: he wore his favored blue blazer, but wore a white dress shirt underneath with an ice blue bowtie. His soft curls fell perfectly and were as touchable as ever. He kissed me, took my coat, then pointed at his bowtie. “Bowties are cool,” he said, as if it were a line from something.
Uncertain, I shrugged.
“Doctor Who?” He looked at me expectantly. “No? That’s all right. Come on, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He led me to the kitchen in a hurry, where his business partner was sitting at the semi-circle breakfast bar on the far end. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was—far more attractive than my first judgment from a distance. Close up, I could see how flawless her smooth brown skin was, her comparable bust that peeked at the world under an elegant silver dress, and how full and luscious her black hair shined. Vince had said they dated for a while, but he never mentioned why they broke up, though I did remember him making it clear that they never had sex. Why? I wondered, staring at her. Maybe she prefers women to men. If that’s the case, Danielle and Ashley will be able to tell. I didn’t know how long I stood there in silence, before I noticed her hand in front of my body.
I accepted her grip. “Hi, I’m Maci.”
She squeezed my fingers so hard, it felt like my knuckles would break. “Alma Silva Perez. I’m sure Vince has mentioned me.” Her stern voice surprised me and her eyes burned my retinas. She exuded arrogance and intelligence, and scared the hell out of me.
I returned her serious grip. My parents had always taught me that eye contact showed true confidence, so I turned on my lasers, and it seemed as though we were battling like Harry Potter and Voldemort, Priori Incantatem style. Finally Vince broke it up with his warm voice. “Would you like something to drink, Maci?”
Forced to turn away, I surrendered, looking at Vince. “A porter would be nice.”
“I put one on tap for you in the game room,” he said, “or I have a selection of bottled.”
“Tap is almost always better.”
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