Unkissed. (Rated R)

86.👑

It had caught my full attention, the pose of the woman lying on the bed, and the man that lay on her naked, in wreckage of burgundy sheets and the pillows that fell down to the ground, a picture that captures the moment. And it was on the cover. I know I have how to guides, but never a picture like this.

Under her arms I must have loosen immensely, a mood that shifted that she quickly caught onto, and Charlotte asks me in her feathery tone, "You ok?"

I nodded, still minding that picture, studying the expression that the artist captured of the woman, though it paints her to be in agony, it really displays how good she felt. Reminder sunk into my nerves, and I pulled from Charlotte, ever so slowly, a stern look etched on my face, with a lot of questions brimming in my mind.

Our hold on each other lazily untangles, but I held my eyes in one place, and when she followed the glare, she pursed her lips. "You caught me."

"Where did you find that?" I whispered to her, as if it were some unknown object. It's a book, an erotic book at that, obviously, but I never found them.

"You actually have a whole section," she muses, trailing her eyes in discretion.

"Of those?"

She pulls the book from the cushion, and it gave me a better view. "Yes. But I still had to I search far for them." her face flushed red again, as she beamed.

Now it confirmed the reason as why she looked like a cherry when I entered. We simmer in a moment of silence; she watched me intently as I shifted my eyes between the book and her, a mild burn wakening in my body.

"Charlotte?" I spoke.

"Tiana." she drawls. There was a suspicion behind her words.

"Have you ever ...." I tested the waters, hoping not to step too deep into her privacy.

"Once." she confessed. And my ears flicked with relief, but how much would she share. "Back in the academy, before Kwame was arrested ..."

I was a computer, storing information, every word processed and saved, hoping to get to the best part.

"We had a moment, and ..." she drew in her shoulders, blushing fiercely at the memories, flicks of stars dazzling all around her eyes. Is that what it looked like, when you have sex? or is that what it looks like when you have sex with the right one.

Did I know the slight difference -- of course not.

Then she sharply exhales and squeezed her eyes until all stars dispersed.

"Did ... did it hurt?" I probed.

Discouragingly she drew in a slow breath, ten different expressions danced in her eyes at once. "It was mild at first and a slight pinch but, other than that-" she paused.

This time my hand gripped her forearm, "Tell me."

"It was magical." she says. It was all she said, but in those three words, it lighted up something in me, as if something empty flicked on, telling me there is something I am missing. I thought back the sounds of those women on that video, was verified.

"But my partner was quite endowed, and since it's my first time, his width and length scared me."

"His length and width." I muttered, distantly thinking back to the lethal outline in Nasir's slacks.

Charlotte nodded slowly, holding back a giggle. I couldn't blame her. Patrick didn't want to overstep his boundaries; and my homeschool teachers didn't necessarily go into the depth of man when he is aroused, nor how scary it looked when it is so thick. Needless to say, I was given lessons of the male anatomy, it's just when dealing with an excited man, and what I should be doing as a woman to soothe that ache, especially since I myself was also excited for the man.