(Authors Note: WARNING MATURE CONTENT! LIKE VERY GAY, VERY MATURE CONTENT! Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. Sorry this update took so long. I really struggled with this chapter, because I wanted to write it in a way that remained true to the character's experience but didn't turn it into smut, because it's not that kind of story, you know? I'm not one to just write gratuitous sex scenes for the hell of it, but this one holds a significant meaning to Maya. Well I hope I somewhat succeeded. I guess you'll let me know. Enjoy!)
We continued to make out intensely against that tree for awhile until we were interrupted by the sound of thunder in the distance. We looked up and saw dark grey clouds covering the sky that had been so clear and blue earlier in the day.
"Uh oh," Riley said, slightly concerned.
A few drops of rain started to fall. Not the drizzly kind, but the first few big drops warning you that a downpour is about to ensue. I looked around for some kind of shelter. It's usually easy in the park to just run into a tunnel or under the arch of an overpass, but the Ramble is pretty much just trees every way you go. I took Riley by the hand and tried to find a way out but it was just trees in every direction. Every trail started to look the same and I wasn't really sure of my sense of direction anymore.
Riley tugged at my hand. "Look, Peaches," she said pointing to a possible shelter she spotted.
It appeared to be some kind of treehouse. Well, not literally a treehouse, it wasn't like up in a tree. It was on the ground, and it didn't have solid walls. Gosh, I'm so bad at describing things when I'm drinking. Okay it was more like…uh…what do you call those things…a gazebo! Yeah, It was like a gazebo except instead of being round, it was long and rectangular. Instead of industrial wood, it was designed to look like it had been assembled out of logs and tree branches.
Just as she spotted it, the sky opened up and heavy rain started pouring down on us. We tried to run to the treehouse, but the trail got really slippery. Riley slipped and started to fall but I caught her and helped her regain her footing.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded. "Nice catch," she smiled.
After that we just walked the rest of the way. There was no point in trying to outrun the rain when we were already drenched anyway.
She lead me into the center of the treehouse, the part that would stay the most dry. Riley tossed her wet hair back, out of her face. She caught me staring and smiled. She was already incredibly hot in that cheerleader outfit, but somehow getting caught in the rain made me want her even more.
"What?" she asked, as she got closer and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"You're all wet," I noted.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea."
I blushed. I couldn't believe my sweet, innocent princess was capable of such innuendo, but I loved it, so of course I played along.
"Well, maybe I can help with that," I said as I started kissing her neck. "Why don't we start by getting you out of these wet clothes?" I can't even believe I said something so bold, but I did, and she seemed to enjoy it. Her cheerleader outfit was a two piece, so I pulled up on her top and she helped me get it over her head. I glanced around to make sure that I was the only one here to see Riley in her bra. Nobody ever stays in the park during a storm anyway, certainly not in the Ramble.
I opened my duffel bag and pulled out my towel, sprawling it across the floor of the treehouse for us to lie on. I positioned my duffel bag at the top of the towel to function as a pillow for us. I pulled her down and we both knelt down on the towel. I resumed kissing her neck as a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder startled her, causing her to gasp.
"You're not afraid of thunder, are you Riles?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Please. I AM thunder, remember?"
She reached for my hand with the ring on it.
"Ring Power," she said. I clasped her hand with mine.
"Ring Power," I said.
"Thunder," she said.
"Lightning," I replied.
I started making out with her again despite the flashes of lightning and the rolling thunder. I never thought our first time together would be in a treehouse in the Ramble of Central Park in the middle of a thunderstorm, but it was actually kind of perfect.
She unbuttoned my softball jersey and slid it off, and then she pulled up on my t-shirt that I was wearing under it. I pulled it over my head, so now we were both in our bras. I resumed kissing her neck as she glided her fingers up my back to unclasp my bra. I let my straps slip off, and then I unfastened her bra.
I remember getting extremely nervous and not wanting it to show, so I buried my face in her neck again and kept kissing my way down her chest. Her breathing grew more rapid.
"Peaches," she said, holding onto my shoulders. I stopped and listened.
She looked nervous too.
"Yes, honey?"
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Sure about what, baby?" I asked. She smiled.
"Aww, you've never called me that before," she said, beaming.
I didn't even realize that I had never called that before, but in this moment, it felt right.
"It just came out because that's how getting intimate with you makes me feel. Is that okay?" I asked.
"Of course, it's okay." She seemed really happy about it.
"Well if I had known it would make you smile this big, I might've called you that sooner," I said.
She just looked at me and smiled for a moment.
"What's on your mind?" I asked her.
"Prom, because that was the last time we got this far and you said you weren't ready," she answered.
"That was like ten months ago," I said.
"I just want to make sure that you know that there's no pressure. I only want to do this if we're both ready," she explained.
I knew I was lucky to be in such good hands. I took her hands from my shoulders and kissed each one.
"You always take such good care of me. Thank you for that," I started. I held on to her hands and looked into her eyes.
"I'm ready. I'm sure. I love you, and I'm ready to make love to you, if you'll let me, and if you want to," I told her.
"I do," she answered. Leave it to Riley to answer like a wedding vow. Not gonna lie, hearing her say "I do" to me made my heart skip a beat.
I laid her down on the towel and duffel bag and straddled her while kissing her passionately.
It's hard to recall every detail, but I try to because I don't ever want this memory to fade away over time.
I kissed my way down her body, harder, and with more urgency. I remember how her skin felt, and how it tasted. How soft and beautiful her breasts were. How amazing it felt when she touched mine. How she gasped when I put her nipple in my mouth.
Of course I didn't really know what I was doing. I mean I kind of had an idea, you know, from reading erotic girl on girl fan fiction online (hey doesn't every teenage girl do that? I mean at least the queer ones do right?) Still, it was a little awkward at times. I'm sure everyone's first time is.
I remember being really nervous about sliding my finger into her vagina the first time. I didn't want to hurt her. But she really wasn't lying about being all wet, and knowing that I made her this wet made me blush. When my finger found what I believed to be her clitoris, her moans let me know I was right. God, she sounded so sexy. I knew exactly what I wanted to do next. I was scared of not doing it right, or not being good at it, but she seemed to be really enjoying everything I had been doing so far, so I went for it.
I kissed my way down the rest of her body and went down on her. I replaced my finger with my tongue and started licking her clit. It drove her crazy. Her rapid breathing was off the charts. She stroked my head with her fingers and clutched my hair as she moaned with pleasure. I remember how she tasted. All wet and a little bit sweet, like honey and rain. I remember being worried that I might drown. It sounds silly now, but when it's your first time you don't know what to expect. I reached up and massaged one of her boobs while licking her and her hips bucked at the sensation.
"Oh, fuck! Peaches," she moaned breathlessly. That made me smile. I loved knowing I could make obscenities come of out her sweet, innocent mouth.
I stopped touching her boob and instead used that hand to slowly and gently put one finger inside of her. Again, I worried about hurting her because it was our first time, and I had no idea what or how far she had ever gone by herself before. I guess we should've talked about that first. But I guess talking about masturbating is even more awkward than your first time having sex, at least for girls. It shouldn't be that way, but it is.
I slowly curled my finger up against the inside of her, around her pubic bone and tried to slide up toward her g-spot. I could feel her muscles tighten around my finger. I continued to lick her clit while slowly pumping my curled finger in and out of her. She was moaning like crazy. The way her body involuntarily was bucking up to meet my hand made it seem like she wanted it faster. I tried to match my rhythm to hers. I was about to try to add a second finger, but I didn't need to. She let out the loudest moan. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she came hard against my hand. Thank goodness the storm outside was louder, or someone surely would've heard her.
When she stopped moving and I could feel her muscles around my finger had relaxed, I pulled out of her and crawled back up to her eye level as she tried to catch her breath. I cuddled her with one arm.
"Baby? Are you okay?" I asked.
She said slowly, in between deep breaths, "You. Are. A. Goddess."
I giggled. "Oh, really?" I answered.
She turned into me and I wrapped my other arm around her, cuddling her with both arms now.
"So I take it, that was good for you?" I asked.
Her head was on my shoulder and I could feel her smile.
"Seriously, Peaches, that was incredible," she replied.
I rubbed her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Good. I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she said.
She didn't seem to need much recovery time. She rolled over on top of me and straddled me. She started making out with me passionately.
BZZZZZ. What the-
My phone startled me out of my daydream. I reached over for it, but the whiskey hit me right then, and my coordination was off. The phone slipped out of my hand as it vibrated again and hit the floor.
Oh shit. Double OH SHIT!
The first Oh shit is because my screen shattered into like a million cracks. The next Oh shit was because the caller on my screen was Riley.
Fuck. Can she still read my mind? All the way from Texas? Does she know I was just thinking about her? About us? About me giving her an orgasm? AWKWARD.
No, I'm being ridiculous. She couldn't possibly know. But then why is she calling me? Maybe something bad happened. What if something is wrong? UGH, what do I do? I'm starting to doubt that I can even possibly slide my finger across this broken screen without cutting myself.
Should I try to answer? What do I do?