Raw

by Simone Sowood

  “Are you doing okay?” I ask.

  It’s a big moment for her, I could tell by the way she screamed.

  “We left my panties in the bar,” she says, and giggles.

  “That’s okay, you don’t need them. But you seem to be leaving your panties in a lot of places these days.” She laughs.

  I pull the truck into the park and into a secluded spot I know.

  “Here?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  “I had this plan of telling you to look at the stars instead of worrying about leak marks in my ceiling, but I don’t think it matters now.” Not now that I know my touch was enough to make Eloise forget everything.

  She exhales hard, in a half laugh. “I can’t believe you did that.”

  I don’t know if she’s talking about the orgasm or it being in a bar, or maybe even me licking her ass. I bet no one’s ever gone near there before. All I know is the way her body responded to my touch.

  Desperate for more of her, I cut the engine and grab the condoms and comforter. I hop out into the quiet of the park, crickets the only sound. I’m around to her side in a flash.

  “Are you sure it’s okay here?” she says, as I open her door.

  Dropping the comforter at my feet, I yank her out of her seat and into my arms. The feel of her body against mine sends a shudder up my back.

  Eloise shifts her eyes around, obviously unsure of the idea of doing this here in the park. I clamp my mouth on hers to convince her.

  She whimpers and relaxes into my kiss. I run my hands over her curves. I love knowing she has no panties on, and I lift her skirt and rub her luscious ass.

  I untie the halter part of Eloise’s dress. With my lips still on hers, I hunch my back, creating space between us to let the front of the dress slip down. Her bra is strapless and silky, and I can’t resist running my hands over the sleek fabric. If I wasn’t such a hurry to get her clothes off, I’d stand back and stare at her a while.

  Undoing the clasps, I pull the bra away and drop it at our feet. I break the kiss to look at her tits.

  Even in the dim light of the moon and stars, I can see they’re perfect. A handful, exactly what I like best. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t resist brushing my fingers over them.

  I shift my eyes to her face. Eloise is studying me, my face, my arms, my body. My eyes catch hers, and she bites her bottom lip.

  Cupping the back of her head, I press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. She grips my biceps, sending a jolt through me.

  As fast as I can, I step back and pull my T-shirt over my head. Even in the darkness, I don’t miss the fact that Eloise closes her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief.

  “Everything good?” I ask.

  “You’re like a freaking statue carved out of marble. Can I touch you?” She reaches her hands out, hovering them over my pecs.

  I chuckle. “This isn’t a physiotherapy session, you don’t have to ask to touch me.”

  She smiles, and even though it’s dark, I’m sure she’s turned red. Our eyes connect, and I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers.

  Eloise takes a deep breath and brings her fingers to my pecs. There’s a slight tremble in them. I stand perfectly still as she moves them over my pecs and down to my abs.

  Her fingers trace the ridges of my muscles. My dick gets harder and harder from the feel of her delicate fingers. I need to undo my jeans and free it, but leave it in its agony because I don’t want to interrupt her touch.

  She slides her hands back up to my pecs. Her fingers move near my nipples, and she stops.

  “Can I touch them?” she asks, her voice quiet and breathy.

  “You can touch me any way you damn well please.”

  To my surprise, she lunges her face at my chest. Her tongue connects with my nipple piercing, flicking them, first one side than the other.

  “Fuck,” I moan.

  My back contracts in a massive shudder, and my dick grows so hard that I have to reach down and undo my jeans.

  Her right hand immediately slides down my abs and finds the waistband of my underwear. She tickles the tip of my cock, causing me to throw back my head.

  I’d expected to do things to her to make her come. I hadn’t anticipated her touching me like this.

  Eloise licks down the line of the center of my muscles, over my belly button and down to my waistband, dropping to her knees in the process.

  She grabs hold of my jeans and underwear at my hips and pulls. My cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face. She gets my jeans to my knees before giving up and grabbing onto my dick with both hands.

  Holding it steady, she moves one hand to my balls and licks up my shaft. Her mouth opens wide and clamps over the head of my cock, her mouth soft, warm and wet.

  Heat races through my veins, and I fall back against the open truck door.

  She swirls her tongue around my head as she sucks, and my body feels like it might combust.

  I may have made her feel the best she’s ever felt in the bar, but she’s doing the same to me here, now.

  Letting the truck door take all my weight, I close my eyes and enjoy what she’s doing to me.

  My balls draw up to my body. I grip her head and pull her off me.

  “Careful,” I say. “I need to be inside you.”

  After kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I snap open the comforter. It’s close to the truck, but whatever.

  Eloise takes her dress all the way off and stands completely naked in front of me. I curse myself for my idea of outdoor sex, and wish we were somewhere with lights so I could see her clearly.

  I place my hands on her waist and draw her into me. Our naked bodies press together, fire burning where they touch.

  Sliding my hand up her back, I lace my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back. My mouth crushes against hers like I haven’t eaten in years. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

  I scoop her up, and she gasps as I lay her on the comforter.

  Kneeling, I take my time kissing and stroking her body from her toes up. When I get near the top of her thighs, Eloise spreads her legs but I ignore the temptation and continue up the soft curves of her body.

  When I reach her head, I position myself over her. I prop myself on my elbows, and nestle between her legs.

  I can’t resist grinding my cock against her wet lips.

  “Gabe,” she whispers, “This doesn’t feel right.”

  Her words punch me in the gut.

  18.Gabe

  I choke back the bile in my throat. Everything was going so perfectly. Better than perfect.

  Smoothing back the hair from her forehead, I say, “What’s wrong, baby? What doesn’t feel right?”

  “I don’t know what it is. Something feels weird.”

  “Weird as in bad?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I think I’m just anxious.”

  “It’s not good to be anxious. Remember what I said about looking at the stars? Look up,” I say, and roll onto my back, beside her.

  Eloise turns her head, our noses inches apart.

  “My body feels incredible right now,” she says, and leaves her lips parted.

  “So does mine. You do something crazy to it.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t stop.”

  “You sure?”

  Eloise rolls onto her side, and rests her hand on my chest. She twiddles one of my nipple piercings, sending all the blood back to my dick.

  Propping myself onto my side, I skim my free hand down her curves. When I reach her mound, I push two of my fingers through her wet folds and into her entrance.

  I scissor them as I pump them in and out of her. She starts wiggling and moaning, and drenches my hand with her juices. My cock is fully erect, but I’m enjoying doing this to her too much to stop.

  She bends her knees and spreads her legs even wider. She starts lifting her ass off the ground, forcing my fingers deeper into her.

  My dick screams at me to get in h
er. The temptation to put it in her without a condom, and feel her wet walls against my skin, is overwhelming. With any other girl I wouldn’t give a fuck and do it anyway, but not Eloise.

  I fly onto my knees and rummage around to find where the condoms had landed when I dropped them. It doesn’t take long to find them, and tear open one and roll it down my shaft.

  Climbing between her spread legs, I lean down and kiss her.

  “Ready?” I ask, my voice low.

  “Yes,” she says, her voice barely audible.

  Pressing my lips against hers, I give her a quick kiss but she’s far too excited to reciprocate.

  I reach down and spread her lips while I press the tip of my cock into her. An intense pulse of heat hits me, and races up my back. I have to brace myself with my arms.

  Steadied, I push the rest of the way into her. I move slowly, letting her adjust to my size. Eloise whimpers.

  I thought my cock felt the best it could ever possibly feel when it was in her mouth, but this is a fuck-ton better. This is beyond my dick feeling good, this is every atom in my body drunk and high and winning the lottery, all at the same time.

  Once again I have to brace myself from the intensity.

  And then I start moving.

  Fuck me.

  No matter how good it feels, I’m determined to make this last. I don’t want this feeling to end. This is one time I can’t imagine the orgasm being the best part of the sex.

  Eloise is wiggling away underneath me, and I slow the pace, determined to make her feel even a tenth as good as I’m feeling.

  We continue moving, and she writhes around while I pump into her.

  She drives her hips up and lets out a long whimper. Her walls spasm and clamp onto my dick. She’s coming.

  The knowledge rips through me, and my cock explodes. Shudders rocket up my back and down my legs. My insides tingle with fury.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, my voice so high in pitch it doesn’t sound like me.

  Gulping for breath, I look down at Eloise, and realize she’s crying.

  “Jewel?”

  Eloise doesn’t say anything, but seems to cry harder. My heart hammers against my ribcage. I’ve never made a woman cry before.

  I pull out, tossing the condom, untied, on the grass.

  Stroking her hair, I lie alongside her and ask, “What’s wrong?”

  She doesn’t reply, but she lifts her hand and wipes the tears from her cheeks.

  “Hey, is everything okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I run my hand over her curves, and gently kiss the tears in each of her eyes.

  Her body heaves with the tears, and until she tells me what’s going on, all I can do is hold her. I hold her as tight as I can. There’s no way she doesn’t feel my heart pounding.

  “I’m sorry,” she finally says through her sobs. “You must think I’m pathetic.”

  “No, baby, what’s going on? I’m worried about you, is all.”

  “It just feels so good, I didn’t expect it to feel so amazing. It’s unreal.”

  A huge wave of relief washes over me, and I kiss her cheek. I hadn’t really thought about how she’d react. It must be hard to have your first orgasm at twenty-seven, when you learn what you’ve been missing out on for years.

  I sit up and lay her across my lap, cradling her in my arms. She carries on sobbing against my chest.

  Gathering herself together after a few minutes, Eloise sits up straighter and wipes her eyes.

  “This is silly. I shouldn’t be crying over meaningless sex.”

  Her words hit me like a kick in the teeth. My gut churns. I’ve just had the best sex of my life, we’re not even dressed yet, and she’s calling it meaningless.

  “Baby, trust me, meaningless sex doesn’t feel the way that did.”

  “But this was just a hook-up. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  “You know what doesn’t mean anything? Every time you’ve ever had sex until now. And every guy you ever had sex with.”

  Eloise falls silent. I cup the back of her head and bring her face close to mine. My eyes search hers for a moment, before I press my forehand against hers.

  “It was so easy to make you orgasm. Both here and at the bar.”

  “The bar was good, but this felt different.”

  “It felt different for me too. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I’ve never felt that good before either.”

  Another tear escapes her eye, and Eloise raises her hand to wipe it away.

  I hold her tight, and we sit in silence for I don’t know how long. I’d happily sit with her like this all night long.

  Eloise eventually breaks the silence, and in a soft voice says, “I should get home.”

  I want to yell and scream and smash my truck windows at the thought of letting go of her, but I bring myself to say, “Sure, baby. Anything you want.”

  She grabs her dress from the ground and pulls it on. She hasn’t bothered with her bra. She must be in a hurry.

  I ball up the comforter and drop it in the bed of my truck. Eloise gets in the truck and puts her shoes on.

  “Thank you for tonight,” she says.

  “Any time.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Know what?”

  “About the any time. I’m still getting used to the idea of regular meaningless sex.”

  Meaningless. That word again.

  Pissed off, I step into my underwear and jeans, pull them up, and slip on my shoes. I can’t be bothered to put my T-shirt back on.

  When I get in the truck, Eloise says, “Aren’t you going to put your shirt back on?”

  “No,” I say and turn on the truck.

  We drive in silence for fifteen minutes, the air heavy between us. The longer I think about it, the more I realize this will be fine. She won’t be able to resist feeling like that again. Things between us are good, she just has to realize that.

  When I turn onto her street, I say, “Any time you want me to make you feel like that, give me a call.”

  “I don’t know, I have to sort things out in my head.”

  “What’s there to sort out?”

  “The idea of ongoing sex with you. I guess I thought it would be one time, and that you’d fail, just like every other man I’ve ever slept with.”

  I interrupt and say, “I’m not every other man.”

  “I know, that’s the problem.”

  “What’s the problem?” I ask, as I pull up in front of her building.

  “You’re not exactly the kind of guy I can bring home to my mom and dad.”

  “No, I’m the guy who’ll make your toes curl every time.”

  “But I’ve never had a purely sexual relationship before. I’m not sure I can do it.”

  “Jewel, this isn’t just sex. You felt it, and I felt it. There’s no point in fighting it.” As the words are leaving my mouth, my mind is reeling at the mention of her parents.

  “I have to go,” she says, and she jumps out of the car. She runs to her door so fast all I can do is watch her.

  19.Eloise

  My legs are still trembling and wobbly from the way Gabe made me feel, but I force myself to my door as fast as I can. I don’t want him to follow me. I don’t want him to walk me to my door. And I can’t handle a kiss good night.

  I can’t believe I cried like that, it’s embarrassing.

  The key clicks in my door, I fling it open and flick on my lights.

  When I step inside, the first thing I see is the rose Gabe brought me. The sight of it makes me break down in tears again.

  I hate that I’m crying like this, especially because I don’t understand why I’m crying.

  Flicking off the lights, I fumble to my bedroom, shedding my dress as I walk. I don’t bother taking off my makeup, and collapse on my bed.

  Ripples of the last orgasm are still pulsing through me, and I close my eyes, embracing them. I had no idea anything could possibly feel so good.

  Gabe did what he promised
he would, he blew my mind.

  Now what?

  Do I let him do it again? Can I have a purely sexual arrangement with a man? I’m not sure how they even work.

  The dinner and pool playing was fun, but that seems like a normal relationship.

  Gabe thinks he felt something more between us, but I’m sure it was only because it was my first time having an orgasm. It was such a big, monumental and, yes, mind-blowing moment in my life that of course I was emotional.

  I flip over, and pull the comforter up to my chin.

  My mother loved Chet. He was a clean-cut, all-American boy who played football in college and got a good job in the executive trainee program at Kodak.

  She would have a heart attack if I brought Gabe home for dinner. And my father, no doubt, would lecture me about the time he had a rebellious phase.

  I was always too scared to try anything in college for fear of my parents’ disapproval. Even when all my college friends were going over the border to Canada for the weekends to take advantage of the younger drinking age, I’d make excuses and stay home.

  They’re the most wonderful, loving and supportive parents anyone could ever ask for. I definitely lucked out in the parents department. Because of their love, I’ve always trusted and respected their guidance in life. I’ve definitely walked the straight and narrow path of sensibleness.

  I can only hope to find a husband as wonderful as my father. Maybe I should start hanging around Sophie and find myself a doctor.

  Just thinking about the idea of another man makes my body scream at me. It wants Gabe.

  I flip onto my belly, pull the pillow over my head. I try not to think about how much fun we had tonight, even before he touched me.

  My mind spins until eventually I fall asleep.

  In the morning, gentle waves are still washing through me. Gabe’s magic touch is still with me.

  I can’t imagine not ever feeling this way again.

  The alarm on my phone goes off and I groan. It’s time to get ready for work. Somehow I think this is going to be a long day. And tomorrow is probably going to be the longest Friday ever.

  “Hey, Marcy,” I say, as I arrive at work.

  “Eloise, you’re glowing this morning. Why?”

  My cheeks burn. I hate that I turn red so easily.