A Year Of Living Stupidly

4. A One, Two Punch Pt. II

A/N: More NSFW content here.

-FRIDAY-

Indian summer. 2 waits on the stoop, as always.

"My mom's out," she says. "Want to come in?" The bare minimum of talk gives way to an intense make-out session on the living room couch. She's different. Maybe it's being inside alone with no need to look over our shoulders. Her kisses are so urgent she can't give them fast enough. What is she trying to say?

"Touch her tits," a male Voice orders. I jump to see who's there. No one. She pulls me back into another deep kiss. "Go on. Feel her up." I pull up from 2 again.

"Did you hear something?"

"Hear what?"

"Nothing." I get back into the groove.

"Dude—put your hand inside her shirt," the Voice commands. This is getting weird, but I obey and caress upward across her tummy. She moans. My fingers trip on the underwire of her bra. She pulls it free and moans again as my hand brushes over her skin.

"Stick your finger in her pussy," the Voice orders. I slide my hand down to her waist. Before I can fumble, she undoes her jeans and slides them off.

And there it is.

In all its mystery and majesty. The first and last wonder of the world, the infinite puzzle, the promise, the threat. It beckons, vexes, haunts, dazzles and dares me to decline her invitation.

...

"Are you all right?" She asks.

"Sorry. I was just reliving that moment. For a young man, there are few things as special as the first time a girl, woman, presents herself to you. Who am I kidding? It's special at any age."

"It's a vulnerable act."

"It also signals trust."

...

I perform as well as a clumsy teenager can. After sixty polite seconds, she guides my hand upward and grinds into my palm. Her breaths come in a broken rhythm.

"Do you have a condom?" She whispers. No. Rookie me hadn't planned on this at all. She scrunches up her face. "Neither does my mom. I checked her drawer just in case." At least one of us was thinking. I sigh. "We can do other things," she offers. For instance...? She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow, and opens her legs just so.

"You know what to do," the Voice assures in this first-time-for-everything situation.

"What are you doing?" She says as I kiss my way down her belly.

"I don't know," I admit, "But I pick things up quickly." She opens her legs and the evening nearly ends for me inside my pants. My first oral pelvic exam and I haven't studied at all. Luckily, the Voice talks me off the ledge.

"You know what to do," the Voice assures in this first-time-for-everything situation.

"What are you doing?" She says as I kiss my way down her belly.

"I don't know," I admit, "But I pick things up quickly." My first oral pelvic exam and I haven't studied at all. She opens her legs and the evening nearly ends for me inside my pants. Luckily, the Voice talks me off the ledge.

"Easy, buddy," he cautions. "She's not going anywhere. Take a long look and remember to breathe." His coaching helps settle things down. 2 gasps and shakes at first contact. I'll resist patting myself on the back for this little miracle. I read somewhere about remaining focused on her experience, instead of mine, but how am I supposed to do that? She seems to enjoy my efforts, but it's not the good time she had using my hand. Aha! There was something about the part above she liked, so I go on a quest for that something and achieve something not expected of a novice cunnilinguist: I find it! To be fair, she lets me know when I strike gold. But to make sure, I move off and on the magic spot to measure changes in her reaction. Once the research confirms my theory, I hunker down where I can do the most good.