by Niles, Naomi
“That store looks expensive,” I said, giving Winnie an uncertain look.
“Aren’t you an Olympic athlete?” she asked. “Loosen the purse strings and live a little.”
I took a deep breath and followed Winnie into the store. Just as I expected their options were beautiful but extremely overpriced and a little too chic for a small-town carnival.
“This is the wrong store, Winnie,” I pointed out.
She was feeling up a beautiful red dress and barely heard me. “Did you say something?”
I laughed at her. “Shall I give you two a minute?”
“I think I’m going to need more than a minute with this one here,” Winnie sighed. “Okay, maybe you’re right. These options might be a tad bit dressy for a carnival.”
We continued down the street until we found another, less pretentious store. Inside was a wide range of options that gave me something to work with. Winnie and I sifted through clothes on the rack, trying to find something that was casual, playful, and still flattering.
“I really hope this works tomorrow,” I sighed, staring at a dress without really seeing it.
“You said that twice already,” Winnie said. “You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?”
“You don’t know my dad,” I said. “He hates being lied to… and this is not just me either; Mom’s aiding and abetting me, and I don’t think she’s ever gone against my father before.”
“Well, then I think it’s about time she did,” Winnie said pointedly. “No man should have that much power over his entire family. This isn’t the Stone Age. You are both grown women, and you shouldn’t have to live your lives under his foot.”
“I know all that,” I sighed. “It’s just hard to shake off the need to follow the rules… even if they are ridiculous. It’s so deeply ingrained.”
“But do you really want to do this for the rest of your life?” Winnie asked.
“Of course not,” I said with certainty. “I’m an adult, and I should be treated like one. I know that and my mother seems to know that, too. It’s just that sometimes… I still feel like a kid.”
“That’s because you’re still treated like one,” Winnie pointed out. “You’re twenty-three and yet you’re still living at home with your parents. You still follow the same rules you did when you were in high school and you still have to lie to your father. It’s not a healthy lifestyle for an adult to lead. So obviously you feel like a kid.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “And it’s time I took my life back… it’s just…”
“Hard,” Winnie said sympathetically. “Hey, don’t get me wrong. I understand that. I just think you need to plough ahead and ignore the worries and fears in your head.”
“I just keep thinking about how Dad would react if he found out,” I sighed.
“Think about it then,” Winnie said. “What would you do if he found out?”
I considered that scenario. “I suppose I would have to hold my ground.”
“Exactly,” Winnie agreed. “You’d need to hold your ground and refuse to apologize. Saying you’re sorry is only an admission that you did something wrong in the first place. And you have done nothing wrong.”
“Yes,” I said, as Winnie’s words gave me renewed confidence. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right.” Winnie smiled. “Now talk me through the sex with Alan.”
I rolled my eyes. “We’ve already been through it.”
“Not nearly enough,” Winnie said, shaking her head. “I still can’t quite believe it.”
“Why not?”
“Because… I thought it would take you much longer to make that leap,” Winnie admitted. “I had it marked down for months into the future. It was unexpected, I guess… which is why I’m so curious.”
“Like I said… it was amazing… he knew exactly what to do,” I said.
“Was it rough, wild, fast?” Winnie pressed.
I smiled. “It was passionate. And tender. He was really careful not to hurt me. He took it slow, and he made sure I was comfortable throughout.”
“Well, I’m hoping he has a wild side, too,” Winnie said pointedly. “That’s the kind of sex I can appreciate.”
“I’m sure,” I laughed. “But I don’t think that would have been appropriate the first time around.”
Winnie shrugged. “Hey, whatever floats your boat.”
“Hey,” I said, picking out a dress that had just caught my eye. “How’s this one?”
The knee-length dress with a deep-V neckline and short, billowy sleeves was a pale-blush color. with a black, satin bow around the waist. It was simple, feminine, and classic, but the black bow and the deep neckline gave it a modern edge that elevated the look.
“Hey, that’s not a bad pick,” Winnie said, casting a critical look over the dress. “Try it on.”
A few minutes later, I emerged from the dressing room wearing the dress. Winnie’s eyes went wide, and she applauded quietly. “I think we have a winner.”
“Thank God,” I sighed. “I hit my limit two stores ago.”
“Seriously?” Winnie said in surprise. “I could keep shopping for a couple more hours.”
“Geez, really?”
“Really,” Winnie laughed. “But since we’ve achieved our goal, I suppose we can settle for going to lunch.”
“I’m game for that,” I said enthusiastically.
I paid for the dress and we continued down the street until we found a nice bistro that we were happy to eat at. We picked a table outside on the street and within seconds, the waiter approached. He was a tall, good-looking guy with dark hair and even darker eyes. I could see the hint of a tattoo sleeve from underneath his white shirt.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said, giving me a warm smile. “How are we doing today?”
“Great,” I said.
“That’s good to hear.” The waiter smiled. “I see you’ve been doing some shopping?”
I glanced at the bag by my leg. “Oh… yeah. I needed a new dress.”
“And I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in it,” the waiter said.
I laughed. “You haven’t even seen the dress.”
“But I’ve seen you.”
His smile deepened and I blushed at the unexpected compliment. I noticed Winnie’s eyes on me and then a moment later, she interrupted with her food order.
“I’ll have the herb-crusted salmon,” she said sweetly, before handing the waiter her menu.
“And you, ma’am?” he asked, turning to me.
“I think I’ll go for the seafood risotto,” I mumbled quickly.
“An excellent choice,” he said. “Would you like some wine to start off your meal?”
“Your best white wine,” Winnie said immediately.
The moment the waiter had left, Winnie turned to me with purpose. “He was totally hitting on you.”
“He was not,” I said immediately. “He was just being polite.”
“Ha!” Winnie said. “As if! That last line though… ‘I’ve seen you’… that was something. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked for your number.”
“It was just a compliment.”
Winnie rolled her eyes. “You are so obtuse sometimes. Men must hit on you all the time and you probably don’t even know it.”
“It doesn’t even matter,” I said. “I’m not interested in anyone else. The only person I’m interested in is Alan.”
“Hmm… I can see that,” Winnie said. “So does that mean you two are going to get all hot and heavy tomorrow at the carnival?”
I smiled shyly. “I don’t know… do you think he wants to?”
“He’s a guy,” Winnie pointed out. “Of course he does. The question is, do you want to?”
“Of course,” I said. “I think I’ve thought about sex more in the last few days than I have in the last few years combined.”
“He’s awakened the sexual animal inside you, huh?”
“In a manner of speaking,” I admitted. “
I just keep imagining all these… different sexual scenarios.”
“And in these sexual scenarios are you with Alan?” Winnie asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m with Alan. Who else would I be with?”
“Hey, just checking," Winnie teased. “You know what you should try?”
“What?”
“Oral sex,” Winnie said, raising her eyebrows. “It’s the best.”
“Are you talking about… giving or receiving?” I asked.
Winnie wrinkled her nose up. “I hate receiving.”
“Really?” I said in surprise.
“Yup,” she said. “Not a fan. I’ve had a few guys go down on me, but it’s never been something I’ve wanted. What really turns me on is giving a guy a blowjob. There’s nothing like having a dick in my mouth.”
By this point, I’d gotten used to Winnie’s complete lack of censorship but it still made me slightly uncomfortable.
“You told me you’ve given head before, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Once or twice… but I’m not sure I like it.”
“Does that mean you’re not going to try it with Alan?” Winnie asked curiously.
“Actually… I really want to try it with Alan,” I admitted. “I have a feeling it’ll be different with him.”
“It very well could be,” Winnie agreed. “With the right guy, blow jobs can be amazing. You just have to know how to suck him off properly.”
“How will I know I’m doing it right?”
“Oh, trust me, you’ll know,” Winnie laughed. “He’ll moan and groan and you’ll know what to do next. Sometimes these things are instinct. We were all born to be sexual beings. Sometimes I don’t know how you lived so long without it.”
I laughed. “I was concentrating on swimming.”
“So was I,” Winnie countered. “But I still managed to find time to suck a few dicks.”
“A few?” I asked suspiciously.
Winnie laughed. “Okay… it was probably more than a few.”
“How about after lunch we take in a movie?” I asked.
Winnie nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds great.”
We had an amazing lunch and then we headed to the cinema a few blocks away. They were showing an action thriller and a romantic comedy. We opted for the comedy only because it fit the current mood we were in. It felt so nice to be out with a friend, to shop and eat and talk and just have fun; for the first time, I actually felt like a normal twenty-three-year-old woman.
We were sitting in the movie theatre with our popcorn when a young couple a few rows down from us started making out.
“Geez,” Winnie said. “Look at them go. I’ve done that a few times.”
“I’ve never done that,” I said. “I know… big surprise, huh?”
Winnie laughed. “It’s time to make up for lost time then.”
“I guess it is,” I said. “I just hope the second time around is as good as the first.”
“From what you’ve told me about Alan… it very well could be,” Winnie said. “He seems to know what he’s doing.”
“It’s obvious he’s had a lot of experience,” I replied.
Winnie gave me a sideways glance. “Does that bother you?”
“Only in that I don’t want to be compared to any of the girls he’s been with before me,” I said.
“Please, you were a virgin,” Winnie pointed out. “No other girl’s gonna be able to hold a candle to you.”
“I have no experience,” I reminded her. “I have no idea what a man wants in bed.”
“Yes, you do,” Winnie said. “It’s instinct… you just have to dig down deep and find those buried instincts.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said, as the movie started to play.
“I am right,” Winnie whispered to me. “And if all else fails, remember that a blowjob never will.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alan
I glanced at my watch. I was twenty-seven minutes early. I wondered if I should just sit in the car and wait till the allotted time or just walk up to her doorstep and ring the bell. I didn’t want to put her off by seeming overeager, but I really, really wanted to see her.
I managed to dawdle around in my car for seven minutes before impatience kicked in and I decided to just go with my gut. I checked my reflection in the mirror, made sure nothing was in my teeth, got out of the car, and straightened out my shirt. It took Jessica a couple of minutes to answer the door, but when she did, she was fully dressed and she looked spectacular.
I was gratified to see the light blaze brighter in her eyes when she saw me. Her green eyes were beautifully prominent against the loose, golden waves of her hair and she wore a romantic, floaty dress that was both sexy and casual.
“You look amazing,” I said, taking a moment to appreciate her.
She looked at me with a smile that was also a blush. “So do you.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry I’m a little early.”
“That’s okay,” Jessica replied. “I was ready.”
She stepped out of the door and locked it behind her. Then we walked to the car together, and I opened the door for her. I got into the car and turned on the ignition, noticing that her eyes scanned the neighborhood thoughtfully.
“It’s like a ghost town here,” Jessica observed.
“Everyone’s out for the Fourth of July, huh?”
“Looks that way,” Jessica replied as she turned in her seat to face me.
“Do your parents know you’re spending the evening with me?” I asked.
She smiled. “My mother does. She’s helping me keep this outing from my dad.”
“How?”
“She planned a barbeque lunch with a group of their friends at Dad’s golf club,” Jessica replied. “And afterward, she got them tickets to a show in town. She told me they’d be back around one, but I’d like to be home by midnight just to be safe.”
“Of course,” I said. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Thank you, Alan,” Jessica sighed. “I know this must seem so… juvenile to you. Hiding out, lying and meeting in secret as though we’re teenagers.”
“I think it’s kinda sexy, actually,” I said with a teasing smile.
Jessica looked at me in surprise. “You do?”
“Sure,” I replied. “It makes this more exciting. Admit it… don’t you get just the tiniest thrill from going against your father?”
Her smile lit up her entire face. “It’s a big thrill, actually.”
“My point exactly.”
“It’s funny, really,” Jessica said. “I’m doing all these things I’ve never done before… it’s either making me brave or reckless. I keep seeking out thrills… I keep wanting to do something… out there.”
I smiled at her, but I wasn’t completely sure what she meant. “Well, this is a start.”
Jessica had a new confidence in her that I had missed before. Perhaps it had always been there, hiding underneath the mask of someone who always followed the rules. Now that the mask was slipping, I could see the girl underneath. She was still shy, still cautious, but she could also be unpredictable and shocking.
“I’ve never celebrated the Fourth of July before,” Jessica told me.
“My family and I have always celebrated it,” I admitted. “It’s one of those things our father ingrained into us.”
“It’s an important holiday for you, isn’t it?” Jessica asked.
“I suppose it is,” I agreed.
Jessica smiled and I desperately wanted to reach out and slip my hand underneath the skirt of her dress. “Well, then… I have a present for you.”
“What?” I said, taken off guard. “You don’t have to give me anything.”
“I know,” Jessica said. “But I want to give this to you.”
I was trying to see if she had something stashed in her purse when she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that held purpose. It was the k
ind of kiss that promised something and immediately the blood rushed to my cock and she had me hard in two seconds flat.
If she was even a little conscious of the fact that we were making out in the middle of her neighborhood, she gave no indication. As we kissed, her hand slipped down to my erection and slowly, with her tongue still in my mouth, she unzipped me and pulled me free. Her hand rubbed up and down the length of me and then slowly she pulled away from my lips and bent her head down to my cock.
“Wait,” I said, taken by surprise. “Jessica… you don’t have to do that.”
“Why not?” she asked, with no trace of shyness.
“Because… you don’t need to,” I said, struggling for words even as my cock craved her mouth.
“I know that,” Jessica replied. “But I want to.”
“It’s just that…”
I knew she was sexually inexperienced, and I didn’t want her to feel that she had to make up for that by doing other stuff for me. I didn’t want her to feel obligated or pressured in any way. But her eyes were confident and seductive as they looked up at me.
“I appreciate your concern, Alan,” she said. “But I’m a big girl. I can decide for myself what I want and what I don’t want.”
She held my gaze for a moment longer and then she bent her head back down. I shuddered as her hot breath wafted over the tip of my cock. And then she ran her tongue down the length of me, and I moaned aloud without any sort of control. For a second, I wasn’t sure if she would know what to do, but the moment my cock slid inside her mouth, I realized that experienced or not, she knew exactly what she was doing.
I closed my eyes and tried to keep a grip on reality as she went down on me. I placed my hand on her head and rubbed softly, careful not to put too much pressure on her. She sucked me hard and then suddenly she went deeper than I had ever thought possible.
“Fuck!” I gasped, losing all semblance of control.
She pulled away just as I orgasmed violently onto the front of my pants. I was breathing deeply as she stroked my leg, waiting for me to calm down again. When I finally managed to string together a coherent sentence, I turned to her in amazement.
“That was… an out-of-body experience,” I told her. “You were incredible.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”