by Erin Noelle
“Wow, that’s so . . . weird. You’re lucky you turned out so normal,” he said with a confused face. I loved Mason’s honesty and unapologetic comments. Much like a child, the filter from his brain to his mouth left quite a bit to be desired for many, but I appreciated his candidness.
“Don’t be so sure that I am all that normal.”
He kissed me quickly one more time before throwing his right leg over the bike and starting it. I inhaled sharply at the sight of him perched on the rumbling Harley. I had been right—it did complete the package. The vision of Mason sitting on that motorcycle oozed sex straight from his dark buzzed hair down to the chrome spokes on the wheels. I unconsciously squeezed my upper thighs together, trying to ease the ache that emerged.
“Get on, let’s give you your first motorcycle ride and get some dinner.” He flashed me that panty-dropping smile and his eyes locked on mine. I happily obliged.
Dinner went much like our breakfast together had. He took me to his favorite burger place, so it was nice and casual. We joked around about funny things we lost ourselves in on the internet. I admitted my strange obsession with the websites that showed auto-corrected text conversations. I could spend hours upon hours reading those and laugh until I was crying. He confessed to spending endless hours surfing YouTube watching anything and everything. We ranked childhood cartoons and best infomercials. My vote was still for either the Sham-wow or the Ginsu knives, but Mason was a strong supporter of the Slap Chop.
Our conversation rarely led us to discuss our pasts or any serious topics. We openly flirted and without blatantly engaging in PDA, we would each find an excuse to touch or brush up against the other. That in itself became a game to see who was willing to go the furthest without the other acknowledging what was happening. It began innocent enough with his hand brushing against mine on the table. In response I crossed my legs so that my foot rested against his calf. We continued the back and forth and then the next thing I knew, his hand had traveled up my thigh, under my dress, and was lightly tracing circles on my inner thigh, just inches from my blue lace panties. I could feel myself getting wet just at the thought of his fingers touching me, and the fact that we were in public and holding a normal conversation about which cereal was better, made it even more hot.
I knew my face was flushed, I could feel the heat as it consumed my body. Mason seemed to like the effect he was having on me, and when I placed my hand in a similar place on his leg, I felt that he was experiencing similar effects. He leaned in toward me and said lowly, “If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m not going to be able to walk out properly.”
I smiled, I liked knowing that I drove him crazy with want. I moved my lips about a half an inch from his and whispered, “What are we waiting for?” He stood up instantly, grabbed several twenties out of his wallet, and threw them on the table. I knew that was way too much money for what we had eaten, but Mason obviously didn’t feel like waiting for the bill. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the restaurant and to the Harley. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but being around him made me lose most of my sexual inhibitions and want to try all kinds of nasty things I had only read and fantasized about.
Mason’s apartment was less than ten minutes away, and when we arrived I was pleasantly surprised. The brick complex appeared to have been newer construction and was very well kept. He lived on the top floor of a three story building. The interior was decorated in a simple, contemporary style and was exceptionally clean. Again he knew exactly what I was thinking while I looked around, and said, “I have a weekly housekeeper and she was just here today.”
I laughed, “Well that explains it. I was wondering if you were an OCD clean freak or something.”
“Nah, I’m not a slob or anything, but I’m not into mopping floors or scrubbing toilets.” He grabbed my hand in his and said, “We can do the grand tour later, first you need to see my bedroom.” I allowed him to pull me down the short hallway and into his room, which was amazing. He had a huge California king bed with all white bedding that stood out against the deep cherry wood of the furniture. It sat high off the floor and I thought I may actually have to crawl up into it. There was a collage of black and white photographs of different guitars on the wall opposite the bed. Gauzy white curtains framed the large window and a large white rug spread across most of the hardwood floor.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
“I’m glad you like it,” he murmured in my ear, as he positioned himself behind me. He began to dust feathery light kisses all over my neck and shoulders and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
“Mason, we need to talk about something first,” I barely managed to get the words out. He stopped and turned me around by the shoulders. He looked deep into my eyes with his.
“What is it, angel? Is everything okay?” He seemed to be truly concerned.
“Everything is fine, I just need to be upfront with you about . . .” My voice trailed off, I wasn’t sure exactly how to say it.
“About what, angel? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”
I shook my head no and looked up at him. “Look, Mason, I really like you and I love the way you make me feel when you touch me and kiss me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. But I’m not going to have sex with you, not now and not in the foreseeable future, either. I’ve waited this long so when I finally do decide to, I want to at least be in a somewhat serious, monogamous relationship where I at least think I’m in love.” I paused for a breath and continued, “I know that’s not what you are looking for and I’m not suggesting that between us . . . And it’s not that I don’t want to do . . . other things, because I do. I just didn’t want you to think that I was ready for that.” When I finished talking, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, nervous at what he was going to say in response.
Mason cupped my face in his large hands and brought my face close to his. “Scarlett, I’m not going to lie to you. I want you so bad, so fucking bad. I really don’t think you have any idea the effect you have on the male population. But we will never, and I mean never, do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You’re in complete control of how far this goes between us. Okay angel?” I nodded, never breaking eye contact.
“Will you teach me how to do things? I really feel so awkward, like I don’t really know what to do . . . I know that sounds silly, but I’m just so inexperienced.”
I could tell he was trying hard not to smile, but the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly and his eyes danced with amusement. “So you want me to be your sex coach, but without the sex?”
I slapped his chest while shaking my head and looked down at the ground, humiliated at how it sounded when he phrased it like that. “That’s not what I meant. I want to hang out and do other stuff, too . . .” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look back at his face.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. “I’d love to show you anything and everything you want to know.” He kissed me again. “And I want to hang out and do the other stuff, too.” With the third kiss, he used his tongue to part my lips and I melted against him.
Mason picked me up and carried me over to his bed. He sat me down on the edge so that my legs were hanging off the side. He knelt in front of me and began removing my boots, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. After he had discarded both my shoes and socks, he began to kiss my left calf and continued moving north until he reached the hem of my dress which lay mid-thigh. He then shifted over several inches and did the same to my right leg; however, when he reached the hem on that leg, he didn’t stop. He used a combination of his lips and tongue to caress the inside of my thigh until it reached the lace barrier of my panties. Feeling the cool metal of his piercing drag across my skin was exhilarating. We groaned simultaneously when he pulled away. He stood up and claimed my mouth with his. He alternated between soft and sweet pecks and hard and deep thrusts of his tongue. My head swirled with lustful thou
ghts and my body clenched and moistened under his assault. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and tugged on the ring lightly with my teeth. A guttural sound escaped from him and he separated our bodies.
“Scarlett, can I take your dress off?” I nodded eagerly and seconds later it was over my head and on the floor. I returned the favor by removing his shirt and was quickly reminded of how incredibly sexy his body was. My hands wasted no time in roaming over his chest and arms. Other than playing with his nipple rings, I still had not taken the time to really look at all of the art that covered his skin, and I was way too gone under his sensual spell at that moment to pay attention to anything but the way my body was responding to his gaze and touch. He kicked his shoes and socks off, unfastened his jeans, and left both on the floor as he climbed into the bed with me, leaving him only in his snug boxers. He moved me until I was situated in the middle of the colossal bed, propped up against the pillows. I still had on my matching blue lace bra and panties, but I knew that they would soon be gone too.
Mason straddled my legs and nuzzled his face into my neck. He alternated kissing and nibbling at my sensitive skin and all I could think about was how unbelievably good he made me feel. The physical effect he had on my body was far more intense than I had ever imagined possible. He continued his ministrations down my chest and growled when he reached the cup of my bra. “This needs to go too,” he mumbled. Happy to oblige, I arched my back off the pillows so that he could reach around to unhook the clasp. The moment the fabric left my breasts, they were recovered, one in his mouth and the other in his hand. I arched even further and grabbed the back of his head, keeping his mouth on my nipple.
After several minutes of appreciating each nipple equally, he continued to lower himself down my body, stopping at my belly button to dip his tongue into it. It made me laugh and relax a bit as he got dangerously close to the edge of my panties. He looked up at me through his thick lashes, his eyes were full of lust and desire, almost as if he could devour me, but he waited to go any further until I gave him permission. I drew my lip in between my teeth and nodded.
“Scarlett, has anyone ever touched you here before?” Mason said in his husky voice, as he brushed his thumb against my wet folds with a feather-light touch. I gasped and instinctively clenched my opened knees against him. He was still staring directly into my eyes.
“Just me and B.O.B.,” I answered quietly. I didn’t want to talk; I wanted him to touch me again.
“Bob?” He cocked his head, confused.
“Yeah, you know, my battery operated boyfriend,” I answered quickly. I wondered why I had even said anything. I really wanted to get back to more of the doing and less of the talking.
“You have a vibrator?” A silly grin spread across his face.
“Yes, how else am I supposed to get through those trashy novels? I’d get an early onset of carpal tunnel if I had to rely on my hand.”
He started laughing and shook his head. “You continue to surprise me, angel. Vibrators and trashy novels. I’m speechless.”
“Good, stop talking.”
He bent his head down and kissed my stomach, right below my belly button, and the electric charge that surged through my body triggered me to lift my hips and rub against him.
He smiled, “Slow down angel, I want to take care of you. This is how I should have thanked you on Friday.” He kissed my stomach again, the second kiss a bit lower than the first. I had to physically force myself not to lift my hips again.
“Relax and enjoy. Let me show you how much I appreciate getting to be the first to do this.” Mason placed one last kiss on my lower abdomen before he hooked his fingers onto each side of my panties and pulled them down.
I had always thought that I would feel extremely self-conscious and awkward the first time I was bared in front of a guy, but surprisingly with Mason, I didn’t feel that way. Even though this was only our second time to be around each other, I felt so comfortable with him that it just felt natural.
“Scarlett,” he breathed as he gazed down at my cleanly waxed lips. I had continued seeing Tina at the salon on a monthly basis at the insistence of Evie, and I was glad that I did. All the pain that I had endured suddenly seemed worth it as Mason admired my smooth body. He slid down to wear his face was hovering directly over my sex, I could feel his warm breath against me and the sheer anticipation of his touch nearly caused me to come apart. He used both of his hands to keep my thighs open and then he bent his head down and softly kissed the top of my slit.
I threw my head back into the pillows and whimpered. “Please.”
He didn’t make me ask again. He lowered his head back into my lap and I allowed him to worship my body. The combination of his fingers and lips and tongue touching me, teasing me, felt better than anything I had ever experienced. He slipped his first finger inside of me and I froze, all of my muscles tightening around him. He continued to kiss my body as he waited for me to get used to the sensation before moving any further. Soon after, he added a second finger and this time I pushed against his hand welcoming it. He started to move his fingers in and out of me in a slow but steady pace and I could feel the pressure building between my legs.
Mason continued to tease me with his mouth and I tried to guide his tongue to my clit with my hands in his hair, but he wouldn’t give in until he knew my frustration was nearing the tipping point. In that moment, he buried three fingers deep inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth and my universe exploded. I don’t remember much—I clenched my eyes shut while I arched back into the pillows and euphoria engulfed my senses. It was bright colors and tingly feelings and rainbows and unicorns . . . all of it. When my body stopped shaking with my release, Mason lowered me onto the bed and then laid down next to me, drawing me into his arms. I kept my eyes closed and wished I could stop time. Everything felt perfect.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbled into my hair.
“Mmmm” was the only response I could come up with. I was still in my post—orgasmic bliss and was unable to create meaningful thoughts. I rolled to face him and scooted up so that I could kiss him softly on the lips. “Thank you.” I mumbled
“Anytime, angel, anytime.” Mason smiled and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to take a quick shower before taking you home, that cool?”
I nodded and he rolled off the bed. Once I heard him in the shower, I got dressed and wandered into the kitchen to get some water. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel now, if different at all, but I didn’t really—just happier. I didn’t allow myself to listen to those voices screaming questions and warnings somewhere from the depths of my morality, instead I focused on the peaceful butterflies in my stomach that now lay sleeping, sated from all of their earlier acrobatics. Butterflies . . . just thinking the word made my mind drift to Ash and wonder what he was doing and who he was with. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the problem in its simplest form . . . all my thoughts ultimately ended with Ash.
Evie still wasn’t at our place when Mason dropped me off a little after ten o’clock. I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to tell her about everything that had happened; I knew she was going to be so excited for me. After showering, I grabbed my e-reader and climbed into bed with the plan of reading until I heard her get home, but I woke up sometime in the early morning hours on top of my e-reader, open to the same page I had begun reading. I guessed my make out session with Mason had taken more out of me than I had originally thought. I realized that I still didn’t know if Evie had made it home okay, so I went to check on her and found her and Max in a mess of limbs, blankets, and pillows in the middle of her bed. I smiled, happy that she had met Max. They had clicked instantly and had spent every night together since they met except for Sunday, but I knew that I hadn’t been around much either over the past several days.
Wednesday came and went uneventfully; my classes and coursework consumed most of my time. I filled Evie in on my dinner and trip to Mason’s house first thing Wednesday morning at the
table over breakfast. She laughed heartily at his “sex coach without the sex” comment and then she told me that I should get rid of the “without sex” part. I rolled my eyes at her, “I’ve known him less than a week, Eves. Plus he’s like not exactly boyfriend material.”
“I didn’t say anything about a boyfriend, Sam. It’s sex, just sex. Don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be,” she reprimanded me.
“I’m not sure I can do that. I just don’t know how I’ll feel or act afterward.” I drank the rest of my sweet cereal milk from the bowl.
“Look, all I’m saying is that I bet while you and sexy rocker boy are getting hot and heavy, you really want to have sex with him, but you keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t because it doesn’t fit into some preconceived notion you have about how your first time should be and who it should be with.” Evie downed her cereal milk too. “I just think you should do what your body is telling you to do, whatever feels right in the moment.”
I got up and put both our spoons in the sink while she tossed out paper bowls in the trash. “If I do that, I’ll be giving it up on Friday when I see Mason again, and every time I see him after that.” She turned and raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m just being honest,” I admitted. “I get around him and my panties try to shimmy themselves down my legs.” After a pregnant pause, we both cracked up—the visual was quite humorous and not very flattering.
Thursday’s classes sucked. I wasn’t sure if I had passed a surprise pop quiz in Biology and I broke a flip flop as I was walking to English, so I had spent the rest of the day barefooted. Thankfully, that night Evie and I had our movie date, which greatly improved my mood.
I still hadn’t heard from Dylan and was starting to get a little agitated. I thought that I at least deserved an explanation for what had happened Saturday, but at the same time, if I was being honest with myself, I wasn’t completely sure I wanted to hear it.
Friday morning greeted me with two texts, one that made my heart soar and one that made my stomach plummet.