Then she laid hands on it. The crisp cool cover of the trade paperback So You’re Ready To Have Sex, with the nonthreatening illustration of the boy bathroom sign and the girl bathroom sign holding hands. She pulled it onto the bed with her and flipped to the bookmark she’d put in on that first bus ride to high school. She’d expected a boy to ask her out her first day there.
“What’s that? Fifty Shades of Grey?” Lucia asked. “Because I don’t mind eating you out while you read porn, but that’s more of a second date kind of thing in my book.”
“Hey, this is your first time with a girl, right?”
“Oh no, I fucked Scarlet Johansson once, didn’t I tell you? Yes. It is.”
Mindy held the book up to her face, hiding her mouth behind it. “Then this’ll come in handy for both of us. It was written by Dr. Melody Friedman, she’s this really great therapist, she had her own column on Huffington Post during the Aughts all about respecting your sexuality and stuff—she said Israel should be nuked once, but nobody’s perfect.”
“The Aughts?”
“2001 to 2011… It means zero.”
Lucia floated over to Mindy’s ear, tongue flicking out to trace the lobe before she spoke. “When we fuck, do you want to ride my leg again? You came really fast the last time. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I liked it. Kissing you. Making you come. But I also really wanna eat you out. Find out if your pussy tastes as good as your blood.”
Mindy’s nipples were so hard she could feel them being hard. They hit her bedspread like it was a bed of nails. “It’s just a little cheat sheet… This’ll make it really good for both of us.” Mindy caught a glimpse of Lucia’s sultry smile out of the corner of her eyes and forced herself to look at the book instead. She’d highlighted all the stuff she’d meant to consult before a date where she would lose her virginity.
She read out loud, “Feeling tense and nervous can lead to less than optimal memories, as well as making the vaginal muscles clench, leading to unnecessary pain.”
“Do I make you nervous?” Lucia cooed in Mindy’s ear.
“Read up about what an erection is and how to—not a problem. ‘Know your body, especially what you enjoy and what you don’t enjoy. Masturbation can—”
“I don’t think that’s a problem either…” Lucia pulled at Mindy’s jacket. “I want this off.”
Mindy held out her arms one at a time, letting Lucia strip her. “Approach sex with a positive attitude, knowing that it is your own personal choice to have sex for the first time. If you feel guilty or stressed out, it’s okay to wait until your feelings are in order…’”
“You don’t smell guilty. Or stressed out. You smell wet.” Lucia’s fingers slid along Mindy’s hips, around and down to her belly like they were going to keep going until they were under Mindy’s body, down at her cunt, but they didn’t. Her hand went away and Lucia was still hovering over Mindy, waiting to devour her. Waiting patiently, but not without hunger.
Mindy flipped through her dog-eared reminders, skipping whole chapters at a time. “Condoms, not an issue…lubricant…”
“Definitely not an issue,” Lucia commented.
“‘Discuss your concerns with your partner…’”
“Worried I’m going to make you come too hard?” Lucia teased.
“Not at all,” Mindy breathed. “Hymen… probably just have a partial hymen, shouldn’t bleed very much, won’t be too painful as long as you, I, don’t clench my muscles.”
“You can bleed all you want, Minz. I’ll clean it up.”
Mindy swore under her breath. Why did that turn her on? Why was she thinking about how anything she could confront Lucia with, any misgiving or weirdness, Lucia would just accept? Why did she feel so safe with a fucking vampire?
Mindy forced herself to focus. She stared at the book until the words swam back onto the page, only picturing herself turning over and pulling Lucia down to her crotch a grand total of ten or twenty times before she was able to resist the fantasy.
“Set a relaxing mood.” This, at last, seemed important. “Shut off your phone.”
Lucia blurred into motion. Mindy heard the high-pitched beep of her phone being put to sleep, and the sound of what must have been Lucia’s powering down. They dropped into an open drawer and were shut away.
“‘Lower the lights, play some soft music, and keep the room temperature at a warm level.’”
Lucia swept through the room like a tornado, tuning Mindy’s iPad dock to a mellow set of acoustic guitars playing nuevo flamenco. The lights went off, but Lucia opened the blinds a little to let a warm glow in. And Lucia pulled Mindy’s comforter out of the closet and set it at the foot of her bed, ready to cover them if they got too cold. Mindy had to laugh at Lucia’s thoughtfulness. That El actually wanted her to think she was being seductive.
“Would you believe there’s a Pandora station for make out sessions?” Lucia asked, sweeping back down over the bed. Like Peter Pan, Mindy thought, only played by a woman. So—like Peter Pan.
“Consider grooming yourself beforehand to feel more relaxed and at ease. Do whatever makes you feel attractive and self-assured. Take a quick shower.”
“Fuck that.” Lucia took the book. “Can’t I just tell you how pretty you are? Don’t you believe me?”
Mindy grabbed for the book, which Lucia let her have. “C’mon. Let’s do this right. I want it to be perfect.”
“It’s us. Of course it’s going to be perfect.” Lucia smiled thoughtfully. “Perfect as it can be when one of us is a vampire—I’m not pointing fingers…”
“Sex is a marathon, not a sprint.” Mindy checked the number of dog-ears left to go more than what she was reading. Flipped to the next one. “Communicate with your partner… Leave your expectations at the door… Consider making an appointment with your gynecologist now that you’re sexually active…”
“Oh my God, are you going to start naming our adopted babies next?”
“Almost done,” Mindy promised her. “Birth control…condoms…STDs… Damn, I thought I was so fucking straight back then.” She shut the book. It seemed quite thin now. “That’s, uh—that’s the book. Oh, it says if you don’t feel very confident about your body, candlelight can seem more romantic than electric light or darkness.”
Lucia kissed her again and Mindy felt like she was engulfed, just covered in Lucia’s desire for her, a warm glow that pierced her body in so many places, so many ways. Then Lucia broke and blurred away. In a moment she was back, a scented candle burning on Mindy’s nightstand. The blinds closed a fraction more, leaving the flickering flame almost the only light.
“It was all I could find,” Lucia said apologetically. “And I took it out of the downstairs bathroom, so be careful who you follow in there.” Her eyes traced over Mindy’s body, as physical as a caress. “You really don’t feel confident about that?”
“Not next to you.”
Lucia frowned as she put both hands on Mindy’s cheeks. “Always remember, babe. All this?” She ran her hands quickly over her own body. “It belongs to me, and you’re the one who takes my breath away. Now, unless that book has a sequel…” She took it and tossed it over her shoulder.
“It does say,” Mindy said, “that if one partner is nervous or…or more inexperienced, they should be the one to set boundaries. So that everyone’s on the same page.”
“It does, does it?”
“Is that okay?”
Lucia took Mindy’s hand, exceedingly gentle, and led it to her lips. “Everything’s okay if it’s what you want. What do you want, Minz?”
“I was thinking…” Mindy hated herself for this, for doing anything that might make this goddess feel unwanted when every molecule in Mindy wanted to be touched by Lucia. But she’d promised herself a thousand times that she wouldn’t rush into this when it finally happened, and now it was finally happening and—Lucia loved her, and the woman Lucia loved didn’t know if she was really ready or just thought she was ready, so Mindy wo
uld trust Lucia’s trust in her. She’d be honest, knowing Lucia loved her no matter what. “I was thinking that I’m not quite done being a virgin yet, so maybe we could just kiss? You don’t mind just kissing me, do you?”
Lucia was kissing every tip of Mindy’s fingers, every knuckle, every joint. “No. It’s like someone saying you can’t have donuts, you can only have all the pizza you want.”
“Kissing me is like pizza—” Mindy almost laughed, but she quickly turned serious, realizing, “that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“You want romantic? I can be romantic. I’ll feed you poetry… I had a poem memorized but, uh, not now.”
“Oh no.” Mindy bet any poem Lucia had almost memorized would’ve been pretty good.
Lucia flopped down onto Mindy, burying her head in Mindy’s shirt. Mindy didn’t think it was a coincidence that her next words brushed at Mindy’s neck. “It was Keats! I would’ve been so suave!” She gave Mindy a quick kiss. She couldn’t seem to go a minute without doing so. “Can I take off my clothes?”
“I think that would be a good idea,” Mindy stated.
Lucia’s long legs parted. Mindy felt the very light weight of her settle on her waist. Lucia was straddling her. Mindy felt herself clenching up. The book wouldn’t be happy with her.
Lucia reached behind herself. A little fiddling and her dress top fell away. Her breasts were so big, but at the same time not big at all, perfectly fitting to her perfect body, not overinflated beach balls like you were supposed to go to the plastic surgeon for. Bra a wisp of black smoke hiding them.
Then Lucia popped the button on her denim shorts, tiny to begin with, unzipped them, and slipped them off—down to even tinier panties hugging her hips. As Lucia hovered around to get her pants off, Mindy could see the narrow band of cloth that barely, barely separated one petal-soft buttock from the other. She didn’t know what she wanted more: to touch or to be touched.
Lucia settled back atop her, licking her lips, her whole body a pristine snowfield broken only by the patches of black, like dark waters Mindy could be sucked down into. She put her hands lovingly into Mindy’s hair, playing with it like a cat with yarn, and from the laugh she gave she’d been wanting to do it for a long time.
“I love your short hair,” Lucia teased, giggly.
It took a while, but Mindy remembered to breathe. When she exhaled, words came with it. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Ready?”
Another deep breath, sucking air down to the deepest chasm of Mindy’s body, where it brought up her next sentence. “Maybe we can do more than kiss? If you want?” A minute ago, Mindy had said she’d just wanted to kiss. But Lucia hadn’t been naked then.
Lucia smirked smugly, as if she knew why Mindy changed her mind. “We could touch?” she suggested, but it wasn’t a suggestion at all.
Like a snake—a big, self-satisfied snake—she slunk around Mindy, wrapping around her. Her lips merged with Mindy, and Mindy was almost shocked by the slip-slide of their tongues together: how could it be so good, so right, so natural when she didn’t even know what she was doing?
She felt Lucia’s thumb, then her forefinger, spread to either side of her belly button. They rolled together, pinching together the material of Mindy’s shirt—God, so hard to focus on it, on anything when Lucia’s tongue was slipping up the roof of Mindy’s mouth with the same languid, uncomplicated inevitability as the wetness coiling in Mindy’s sex and dripping-literally-dripping down the crack of her ass.
And Lucia pried Mindy’s shirt up, almost to her bra, and left Mindy’s soft belly exposed. Mindy almost wanted to pull her shirt back down—it was so white and pudgy, where Lucia’s was all taut and sexy like a marble pillar or something—but then, that would mean Lucia wouldn’t be touching her.
Another kiss—was it the same kiss?—Lucia’s hand was splayed on Mindy’s belly, almost to the start of her panties and skirt. Clever fingers made a lazy spiral, playing the sheen of sweat that was gathering on Mindy like you’d play music on the rim of a half-empty glass. Lucia steepled her fingers around Mindy’s navel and Mindy thought of what those long, straight fingers would feel like inside her. She’d never been much for using fingers on herself, not when God had invented showerheads, but Lucia’s fingers had to be as wonderful as the rest of her, right?
Then those wonderful fingers spread out as Lucia’s hand flattened to Mindy’s skin, the outspread fingertips teasingly moving down Mindy’s body but never actually going anywhere. Lucia’s hand always stayed in the same place, just opening and closing—
Lucia stopped kissing her, and now Mindy could hear herself pant and moan and make all kinds of noises she didn’t know she could make. Those dark lips went back to her ear like they were meant to be there. “Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, yeah, uh-huh…” Mindy kept saying yes until she was just nodding and making nonsense words and Lucia finally, mercifully caught her lips again.
The kiss was so familiar now. Still new, still exciting, but somehow it felt like home at the same time. Like wherever Mindy went, she wouldn’t really be there if she wasn’t kissing Lucia. It made no sense, and a little voice whispered over Lucia’s, saying, Love doesn’t make sense. But all wanted to think about was Lucia.
“What about you?” The words were easy. So easy. As hard as it was to think, she just had to imagine Lucia not feeling what she was, and she snapped to like a soldier. “You want to stop?”
Lucia shook her head. The very thought was not to be voiced.
Mindy smiled. It felt like it would break out of her face. “Would you like to fuck me?” she asked, very politely.
Lucia smiled too. “Yes I would.”
Her hand went away from Mindy’s stomach, just for a second, just long enough for Mindy to spend an eternity wondering where it would go, then it slapped down on Mindy’s thigh, hard, gripping the muscle, her thumb rubbing at—shit, was that an erogenous zone? It felt a lot like an erogenous zone.
“I really like touching myself here.” Lucia’s voice was dark and dangerous again, just not to Mindy. Dangerous to everyone else. Made Mindy feel special, like you were supposed to your first time. “When I’m fucking myself.” She drew the word out. “Work for you too?”
“It works,” Mindy gasped. Lucia’s thumb felt like it was burrowing right to the nerve, and bringing an electrical cable with it. “Works…”
“It’s not awkward? Or weird?”
“Mm-mmn.” Mindy shook her head desperately. Words were beginning to be a problem for her.
“Because my first time was both. I don’t want that for you. I want your first to be as special as you are.”
“Keep touching me like that—and kiss me one more time—” Mindy’s breath shook her body like a dog with a toy. “And it’ll be the first of many.”
Mindy laughed when she saw Lucia’s sudden wired grin. It was so doofy—not seductive at all, but it made Mindy want to be with Lucia even harder, wrap herself up in her and never let go.
“Touch you like this?” she asked, all rhetorical, her whole hand rubbing at that special spot inside Mindy’s thigh.
“No,” Mindy said, and guiltily enjoyed the pouty look on Lucia’s face. “Higher.”
“Are you sure? Because we could stop? It’s no trouble, if you have any misgivings, I will go and I will join a convent before I hurt you.”
“As much as I like picturing you dressed as a nun, I’d rather you just stay here. Be my first. Make me a woman.” She landed kiss after kiss on Lucia’s stony lips. And the realization came to her that she wasn’t the one that needed reassuring. She wasn’t the only one who needed to feel wanted. They were the same. They were together. “C’mon baby. Take my virginity. I want you to be the first one who can ever say they had sex with me. The first and only. I want to be able to tell people that you popped my cherry.” Mindy stopped short, biting her lip. It tasted like Lucia’s Chap Stick. “Not that I would tell anyone that
, but, like, I’ll write it in my diary.”
“You have a diary? Nerd.”
“Your nerd,” Mindy retorted.
“Yeah. Mine.” Lucia’s hand moved. Her face was still, her lips gently parted as if opening to suck in something of Mindy, her eyes fixed with Mindy’s. Mindy felt her panties move. Pulled down out of the way. Then Lucia’s fingers. On her thigh. On her groin. Her labia. “All mine…”
Mindy sighed gently. It went right through Lucia’s open lips. And it didn’t hurt. Not at all. Not even a little bit.
“I slipped right into you,” Lucia breathed, sounding amazed, divine, powerful, weak.
And all it took was one finger. Mindy felt her pussy do things she hadn’t thought it could do. It was pulling tight on that one perfect finger, getting wet, burning and exploding and it was all Lucia’s, all of it, something only of her body being injected into Mindy. “Kiss me, kiss me!” Mindy begged and she was coming and Lucia was kissing her and she hadn’t known life could be so beautiful. How had she not known?
Lucia stretched over her, hovering, the barest, most scintillating contact between them. As if she was afraid to touch Mindy, afraid she’d break her like spun glass. Amazed by the long pleasure that held Mindy, and slowly, Lucia took her finger away.
Mindy moaned, too satisfied and sore to want it back. Her sex clenched on nothing for a moment, then started to relax, unkink, little tumblers of gratification unfurling all through her, like sparks in a fire.
Mindy opened her knotted eyes just in time to see Lucia’s finger in her mouth, ruby red sucking on the pale digit. It seemed endless as it came out of Lucia’s lips. Tapering off her tongue.
“Okay, not questioning anymore,” Mindy said. “Definitely a lesbian.”
“I felt you come apart,” Lucia said belatedly, with an equally stunned laugh. “You liked it…”
“How could I not?” Mindy shared Lucia’s disbelieving smile. “With the finger of the most amazing girl in the world…”
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