Some Girls Do

by Murphy, Clodagh

  ‘So you thought we’d just go straight to the bedroom and get down to it?’

  She shrugged. ‘I guess. I don’t know. I mean, it’s not as if I’ve ever done anything like this before.’

  ‘Well, I thought we should talk a bit first – about what we’re doing here. For example, I don’t know how much experience you’ve had. If any,’ he added, shooting her a wary look.

  ‘You mean … sex?’

  ‘Yes. When you say you’ve never done anything like this before … you have had sex before? You’re not a virgin?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Good.’ Luca was relieved that this wasn’t going to be her first time.

  ‘I’ve had sex before, but I wasn’t sure—’ She broke off, blushing. ‘I wasn’t sure what was going on.’

  Luca chuckled. ‘You weren’t sure what was going on?’

  ‘Oh, shut up!’ she huffed. ‘This is hard enough without you laughing at me.’

  ‘Sorry. So you know how it all works?’

  ‘Yes, but I just …’ She was struggling to explain. Eventually she let out a heavy sigh and said, ‘I just didn’t get it.’

  ‘You didn’t get what all the fuss was about?’ He nodded understandingly.

  ‘No, that’s not what I mean – or not just that. I mean, no, it didn’t rock my world or anything. But also I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, and I couldn’t tell if it was going well or not. I mean, he was there, whacking away—’

  ‘Whacking away?’ He laughed. He couldn’t help it.

  ‘Yes, whacking away. And he just kept on and on for absolutely ages, and I didn’t know what he was waiting for, you know?’

  Luca struggled to keep a straight face. ‘Well, he was probably waiting for you.’

  ‘Yeah, but that’s what I didn’t know. I didn’t know if he was waiting for me to … you know …’

  ‘Come.’

  ‘Yes. I mean, maybe he thought if he kept at it long enough, I’d have an orgasm. But I was just getting bored.’

  ‘God, I’m almost starting to feel sorry for this guy,’ Luca said.

  Claire sighed. ‘I kind of felt sorry for him myself.’

  ‘I said almost,’ he said sternly, frowning at her. ‘He should have taken care of you.’

  ‘Well, anyway, I thought if he was just holding out for my sake, maybe I should fake something. But I wasn’t sure how to go about it.’

  ‘No,’ Luca said firmly. ‘You should never fake it. Jesus, if he thought what he was doing was getting you off, he’d just keep doing the same thing every time and it’d never get any better.’

  ‘Well, I just wanted it to end. But I didn’t know how to … bring it to a conclusion.’

  ‘You could have told him to stop.’ Luca frowned.

  ‘It would have seemed rude to do that. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. It’s not like he was forcing me or anything. I was into it – at the start. I wanted it to happen. I just thought it would be … better. More fun, you know?’

  ‘This was your first time?’

  ‘Yes.’ She nodded.

  ‘Well, it’s usually not great the first time.’

  ‘But it was the same every time. Not that I’ve had sex very often.’

  ‘How often?’

  ‘Um … three times,’ she said, looking away.

  ‘Three times? How old are you?’

  ‘Twenty-eight.’

  ‘You’re twenty-eight and you’ve only had sex three times?’

  ‘Well, three and a half, really.’

  ‘Three and a half?’ Luca chuckled. ‘We’ll come back to that later. But you say you didn’t know how to fake an orgasm?’

  ‘Not really. Obviously I’ve seen it in movies, but it always seems a bit over the top – like that scene in When Harry Met Sally where she keeps shouting, “Yes” and banging the table. I’d have felt really stupid doing that. I’m not much of an actress.’

  ‘You probably weren’t on a table anyway.’

  ‘No.’ To his relief Claire laughed.

  ‘So does that mean you’ve never had an orgasm?’ Luca asked.

  ‘Yes. No. I mean, yes, I have, but—’

  ‘You’re not sure?’

  ‘No, I definitely have, but not—’ She stopped, going bright red. ‘I’ve never had one when, um … when there was someone else in the room,’ she mumbled.

  ‘Oh,’ he said, a wide grin breaking across his face. ‘Well, we can definitely work with that. I don’t suppose you’d—’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Let me watch.’

  ‘You mean …?’ Her eyes widened in shock.

  ‘Mm, that’s what I thought,’ he said with a gentle smile. ‘It’s okay,’ he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and easing them down from around her ears. ‘I figured you’d be too shy for that at this stage. We can work up to it.’ As he spoke, he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers trailing down her throat to the neck of her shirt. ‘I’d love to watch you get yourself off,’ he said, smiling at the blush that crept up her neck into her face. He popped open the top button of her shirt, never taking his eyes from hers, and she held his gaze as he opened the next two buttons, his hand splaying out across her clavicle, stroking across the top of her chest. Her breathing became deep and ragged.

  ‘You’re so gorgeous,’ he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. He kissed her mouth, her ears, her neck, while his hand stroked down her side, brushing against the side of her breast and down her leg.

  ‘You don’t have to say stuff like that to me,’ she said gruffly. ‘Like I said, I’m a sure thing.’

  ‘But it’s true.’ He smiled at her, before kissing her again on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. Claire clung to him, and he felt her finally relax, her body loosening as she started to kiss him back.

  ‘Will we move to the bedroom?’ he asked, when eventually he pulled back.

  Claire nodded mutely.

  He took her hand and led her in, then turned on the little bedside lamp. He drew the curtains, then turned to face Claire. ‘Sorry it’s not more …’ He trailed off, shrugging apologetically.

  ‘It’s fine.’ Claire gulped, her eyes huge as she looked at the bed.

  ‘Is it warm enough?’ Luca asked. He had had the heater on most of the day – he’d decided it was an allowable expense when he was being paid so much.

  ‘Yes, it’s fine. Well, I suppose I should …’ She kicked off her shoes, and began undoing her shirt briskly, as if she was getting changed for swimming.

  ‘Stop,’ Luca said, crossing the room and stilling her hand. ‘Let me do that.’

  He bent his head, slowly undoing the rest of the buttons.

  ‘A couple of ground rules before we start,’ he said, as he peeled the shirt from her shoulders slowly, his hands stroking down her arms as he slid it off. ‘One,’ he said, eyeballing her, ‘no faking anything. Okay?’

  She nodded.

  ‘I’ll know if you do,’ he warned.

  ‘I won’t,’ she said breathily. ‘Promise.’

  ‘Good,’ he said, sliding her bra straps off her shoulders and reaching around for the clasp at her back. He unclipped it, pulling it off her and tossed it aside. ‘And two,’ he said, dropping his eyes to her naked breasts, his knuckles brushing over her nipples, ‘stop me if you get bored.’

  Claire just whimpered in response as he bent to kiss her neck, his hands stroking her bare skin, but he was pretty sure he could take that as a yes.

  Claire was already more aroused than she’d ever felt in her life as Luca laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her, his hands roving over her bare flesh as they kissed and kissed. She’d forgotten how fantastic kissing was. How could she have gone so long without it, she wondered, as Luca stroked, licked and sucked every inch of bare skin he had revealed. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, cradling his head as he took her hardened nipples into his mouth, overcome with amazement that he
would do this. The shock of his tongue trailing across her belly made her quiver and she trembled in need as it dipped into her navel, his fingers moving to the fastening of her jeans. He slid the zip down slowly, his tongue following the zipper to trail wetly along the exposed flesh. He peeled off her jeans and tossed them aside, then hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers, sliding them slowly down her legs, his eyes hooded as he gazed at her. She was very conscious of the fact that he was still fully clothed and she was now completely naked. She felt exposed and sat up, reaching for his belt buckle.

  ‘Don’t,’ he whispered, removing her hand and nudging her to lie down.

  ‘What should I—’

  ‘Just relax,’ he murmured, his hands stroking leisurely up her thighs, his eyes dark as he fixed his gaze on her face. ‘Let’s just concentrate on you for now.’ Claire gasped as one hand moved between her legs and she felt his finger stroke along her heated flesh.

  ‘Mm,’ he groaned softly, ‘you’re so wet.’ He bent his head to nuzzle the soft skin of her inner thighs.

  His fingers stroking her were heaven, but as his mouth blazed a trail along her thigh and she realised what he intended to do, she shot upright.

  ‘No!’ she yelped, grabbing his head and yanking it up.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ He frowned. ‘Don’t you like it?’

  ‘Um … yes, I’m sure I would – but you don’t have to do that.’ Surely she wasn’t paying him enough for that! ‘I’m sure it’s not very nice – I mean you wouldn’t want to …’

  ‘You’re wrong,’ he said. ‘I do want to do this.’ He caught her eye and then, when he was sure she was watching, very slowly and purposefully bent his head to give her a long lick. ‘And it’s very nice,’ he said, grinning up at her.

  She looked at him uncertainly.

  ‘Relax, please,’ he said, stroking her shoulders and easing her back onto the bed. ‘I love doing this, honestly.’

  Oh, well, to each his own, she thought, lying back and trying to relax as he bent her legs up so her feet were flat on the bed. He grabbed a pillow from beside her. ‘Lift up for me,’ he murmured.

  ‘What? Why?’

  ‘I want to put this under you, so I can get at you better.’

  ‘Oh.’ She lifted her hips, wondering why she found the idea of being ‘got at’ so hot.

  He slid the pillow under her bum and settled himself between her legs. ‘God, I love my new job,’ he said, as he spread her open with his fingers and bent his head to her soft, aching flesh.

  She was never going to be able to relax like this, Claire thought. She felt too exposed, too self-conscious. How could she possibly forget herself when—

  Oh, sweet Jesus! All coherent thought vanished and she was lost in the magic of his mouth and fingers as he sucked, licked and stroked her with an enthusiasm and relentlessness that was almost too much to bear.

  ‘Let go! Let go!’ he panted urgently, some time later.

  ‘I am,’ she whimpered, her head thrashing reflexively on the pillow. How could he think she was holding back? She was just a mindless ball of nerve endings and want.

  ‘My hair!’ he gasped. ‘Let go my hair!’

  ‘Oh shit! Sorry.’ She released her death grip, fisting the sheets in her hands instead as he nibbled her clit, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm took hold and she came with a helpless moan. He continued to stroke and suck mercilessly, making her come again and again, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, each one more intense than the last. At last he let up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as her body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm. When she shivered, he released her to pull the duvet over them both, then took her into his arms again. When she finally stilled, he drew back and stared down at her, stroking damp tendrils of hair away from her face. He smiled at her, looking very pleased with himself – as well he might.

  ‘So,’ he said, with a smirk, ‘do you need me to talk you through what happened there?’

  ‘No.’ She smiled. ‘I think that was all pretty clear.’

  ‘Good. There’ll be a test later.’

  ‘Written?’

  He shook his head. ‘Oral.’ He grinned, and she giggled.

  She smiled into his chest. She reckoned that was a test she could ace. All she had to do was lie there while he did amazing things to her. She felt boneless in his arms as he stroked her hair.

  ‘Well, that was a first.’ She sighed, nuzzling into his chest. ‘Luca?’

  ‘Mm?’

  ‘It’s much better with someone else in the room.’

  Claire couldn’t remember when she’d felt so complete, so sated and content. But as she came back down to earth and reality took hold, she started to wonder what happened now. She began to feel awkward. They hadn’t discussed time, but presumably she wasn’t supposed to stay the night. He was already giving her far more time than she was paying for. She wished she could fall asleep in his arms, but she didn’t know how long it was okay for her to stay now that the ‘lesson’ was over. Maybe they should have arranged an alarm or something so she would know when her time was up.

  Luca didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move either. But as he pulled her close again, she was startled to feel the hardness of his erection against her. Her eyes flew up to his. ‘Oh, but you haven’t – I mean, should I …’ She was such an idiot. She’d been so caught up in her own pleasure, she’d completely forgotten about him. And he hadn’t so much as unbuttoned his shirt the whole time. Shit! She began to reach for his zipper, but once again he grabbed her hand, holding it away.

  ‘No, you don’t have to do anything. I told you this time was all about you, remember?’

  ‘But I didn’t do anything,’ she said, feeling mortified. ‘I just lay there.’

  ‘Stop it,’ he said sternly. ‘First of all, you didn’t just lie there. And, anyway, there’s more to this than just learning techniques. You need to learn about your own body, your own sexuality – find out what excites you, what gets you off. How can you expect to have good sex if you don’t even know what you want? I think we’ve found one thing you like,’ he said, grinning down at her.

  ‘Yeah, it was okay.’ She shrugged.

  He laughed. ‘Anyway, you’re paying me,’ he continued. ‘You don’t have to reciprocate every time as well. You’re upholding your end of the bargain and I’m upholding mine.’

  ‘Okay. But I don’t mind – just because I’m paying you it doesn’t mean it can’t be fun for you as well.’

  No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she realised what an idiotic thing that was to say. There was probably no way this was going to be fun for him. He was just doing a job: the sooner it was over and she was out of here, the happier he’d be. She bit her lip, cringing with embarrassment and wishing she could take the words back. It was obvious he didn’t find her remotely desirable. He didn’t even want her to touch his dick.

  ‘Well,’ she said abruptly, pushing away from him and sitting up. ‘I’d better go.’ She made an effort to sound bright and nonchalant, turning away and pretending to look around for her clothes while she blinked tears from her eyes. She was being ridiculous. This wasn’t a rejection. They had a business arrangement, not a real relationship. She had to remember that.

  ‘There’s no rush,’ he said. She felt him sit up beside her, but she didn’t turn around. ‘Is there?’

  ‘Um, I have to … I’m meeting someone,’ she said, her eyes raking the floor for her clothes. Her heart sank as she realised they were all on his side of the room. Damn! She pulled the duvet around herself, suddenly feeling very naked. ‘And I’m sure you have things to do too.’

  ‘No, not really.’ He yawned. ‘You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.’

  ‘Oh.’ She wished she’d known that earlier. She could have lain in his arms for longer, but it would seem silly now to get back into bed – besides, she’d already said she had somewhere else to be.

  ‘Are you okay?�
� he asked, and she felt his warm hand on her shoulder.

  ‘Yes, I’m fine,’ she said, half turning to him and giving him a shaky smile. ‘Could you, um … give me my bra and … stuff.’

  ‘Sure.’ The bed sagged as he got up and she heard him moving around the room. The next thing she knew he was standing in front of her and she was eyeballing his crotch. ‘Here you go,’ he said, holding out her clothes to her.

  ‘Thanks,’ she mumbled, grabbing them from his hand, still not looking up. God, this was mortifying. Why had she ever thought it would work? She didn’t even know how to get out of bed and get dressed – it was hopeless! She stared at the clothes in her hand, still holding the duvet to her as she pondered how to handle this. Maybe she could shimmy them on under the bedclothes? Or make a quick dart for the bathroom? She really hadn’t thought this through at all.

  ‘You sure you’re okay?’ Luca asked, hunching down in front of her so he could look up into her face. ‘Do you want to take a shower or anything?’

  ‘No, I’ll … I’ll have one at home.’

  He grabbed the duvet where she held it against her chest. ‘You do realise I’ve seen you naked already?’ he said with a smile.

  ‘Yes, I know. I just—’

  ‘You have nothing to be embarrassed about,’ he said, one finger gently stroking her cheek. ‘You have a gorgeous body.’

  ‘Thanks,’ she said flatly. The empty compliment made her feel even more foolish.

  ‘I mean it,’ he said sternly, as if he had read her thoughts. ‘Maybe one day you’ll let me paint you and you can see yourself as I see you.’

  ‘Look, you don’t have to say things like that to me just because I’m paying you,’ she said, irked that he thought she needed his cheesy lines. God, he must find her so pathetic! ‘Your job is to have sex with me, not to romance me.’

  He sighed exasperatedly, releasing the duvet and standing up. He stepped away from her and leaned back against the wall, his arms folded. ‘My job, as I understand it, is to turn you into a sex goddess.’ She looked up at him, startled by his anger. ‘But you’re never going to be a sensual, sexy woman if you don’t feel it, if you don’t believe in yourself as a desirable person. Do you think this is sexy,’ he said, waving at her, ‘cowering there like a wounded dog, trying to figure out how to get dressed under the bedclothes?’