The way the black fabric hugged her skin drew his eye like a moth to the flame. Even the way she was standing was sexy, with such confidence and poise. Her short tight dress left little to the imagination. Simon's eyes roamed over her bare legs, up the curve of her hip, and focused on her chest for just long enough, that Simon realized he was staring. With a slight shake of his head, Simon looked up at her face to find Izzy grinning at him. Well, at least he hadn't insulted her with his gawking.
"Like my dress?" Izzy smirked. Simon just nodded. He was so out of his depth here. Why had he texted her? Why hadn't he just left well enough alone? Sure, he'd caught Clary and Jace being all lovey dovey, saying the silly word more times than strictly necessary, but that didn't mean Simon should be doing this.
"You do know why I gave you my number right?" Izzy asked. Simon nodded. He was almost completely certain this was only a booty call, which was probably why he'd avoiding texting her for so long. Should he tell her that he's a virgin, or maybe not? He barely knew her. Was he sure he wanted to do this?
"You've never done this before have you?" Izzy asked, and Simon froze. Was there a big 'VIRGIN' sign on his forehead? Was it a physical mark for all to see?
"You seem nervous," Izzy explained, when Simon didn't speak. "Sex with strangers isn't everyone's thing. I'd rather not leave, but I will if you want me to." And Simon realized she just thought he'd never had a one night stand before. Though this relaxed him, he found that he didn't like not being honest.
"I-" Simon began. "I've never done any of this before, not just the stranger part."
"Ah," Izzy spoke, inhaling sharply as if everything suddenly made sense. Had he been that obvious? "Well then it starts with intent." She slowly moved closer. "Then flirting," Izzy continued, taking another step forward while swaying her hips. "Touching." Now she was running her fingertips down his arms. "Kissing." She brought her fingers to his lips, gently putting pressure on them, and Simon felt a shiver move down his spine. He'd been attracted to Clary, but this was different. There was no affection here, no decade of emotional longing. His breathing was erratic, and he could feel that his body wanted her, even if his heart was unaffected. The next thing Simon knew, his hands were on her hips pulling her in as he whispered his consent in her ear. She grinned, clearly glad he hadn't sent her away.
"But before we do this," Izzy explained, suddenly taking a step back and holding out her hand, placing one finger on his chest. "You have to promise me something."
"What?" Simon asked, nervous and slightly stunned. His mind blank while also going through a million ridiculous demands at the same time.
"That you won't become some sappy puppy who follows me around everywhere," Izzy explained. "You have to promise not to fall in love with me."
"I'm in love with someone else," Simon explained. "And she's gone."
"Works for me," Izzy grinned, and then she was right up close to him again. He felt her hands under his shirt. Then she was pulling it over his head. Simon wanted to stop her. Feeling insecure about his appearance, he wanted to do this with his shirt on to cover his stomach, but it was far too late now. His shirt lay on the ground across the room where she'd throw it. So instead, Simon reached for the light switch and turned it off, plunging his dorm room into darkness.
"This is no fun," Izzy pouted. "Now, I can't see the way your eyes pop when you look at me." Simon didn't respond since she chose that moment to press her lips to his bare chest, sending shivers over his skin. Then he felt her whole body press closer to him, and finally her lips on his mouth. Simon's hands went around her, holding her close as he tried to not fail at kissing.
"My dress, shy boy," Izzy whispered against the sensitive skin of his neck. "It's your turn." With sudden understanding, Simon started fumbling with the zipper on the back of her dress. It was stuck almost instantly. She was still kissing him, but Simon totally lost track of what the rest of his body was doing as he focused on his hands and the zipper. It was caught on a strip of fabric and wouldn't come free. He hadn't managed to get it loose when Izzy quickly pulled away and magically unzipped it herself. Were women actually magic? Or had there been some trick to that zipper he hadn't know anything about? It was her dress after all, her zipper. Why was he thinking about that zipper when he could now feel that Izzy wasn't wearing a bra. Or maybe the dress had one built in, either way, the zipper wasn't important.
With a slight shake of his head, Simon tried to never think of that zipper ever again! This became easier when Izzy's loose dress started to slide down, exposing her chest. Then her dress was around her ankles and Izzy placed his hands on her breasts, as if worried he wouldn't touch them without permission. He may have been bolder in that elevator, though in that case, he hadn't known exactly where it was going. He wasn't sure if it had been the surprise, or just the public location, but in that elevator, going 'all the way' hadn't even occurred to him.
Just like last time, her breasts fit so perfectly into his hand, round and soft. Simon found himself breathing hard, feeling rather high, while at the same time, he felt like putty in her hands. His pants were getting tight, and he was glad he could feel Izzy's hands at his waist, working to undo his jeans. It was a relief when she got them undone, though also nerve-racking. He and Clary had done stuff, but they'd never done anything quite so instinctive as this. All his memories of physical intimacy with Clary had always felt a little forced, at least anything past a peck on the lips.
Simon's arms held her, his hands against her bare skin as Izzy walked out of her dress, moving him with her. Simon felt the base of his bed hit the back of his legs. They just stood there a moment kissing while Simon learned whole new uses for his tongue. Next, Izzy's hands pressed gently into his chest, encouraging him to fall backward on the the mattress.
As he lay on his back in bed, Simon realized that at some point he must have stepped out of his pants too. A fact he only registered because his legs were being held together by the clothing. Even in the dark he could see Izzy fairly clearly above him. A few strands of her dark hair had come loose and where framing her face. Simon's gaze shifted down, and he took in her smooth skin and perfect breasts. Her body was so toned, so well defined, that he wished again that he was wearing a shirt. She was beautiful, but not the same way Clary was. Izzy was a force of nature, a tornado you couldn't hope to tame.
"Lesson one," Izzy whispered grinning. "Touch don't stare."
Despite the fact that this was the third time he'd touched them, Simon was nervous as he tried to follow her advice, and reached up to cup her breasts again. Going with instincts he didn't know he had, Simon used his finger to move rhythmically over the darker skin of her nipple. Right away she began breathing harder. Deciding this was a good thing, Simon kept doing it. Despite her heaving chest, Izzy still managed to yank on his underwear until it was pulled down enough to expose his hard arousal. Then she leaned forward to kiss him, each of her hands on either side of his face. Even Izzy's kisses felt nothing like Clary's had. Izzy's mouth moved with purpose, opening and closing as her tongue explored. Was it normal to be comparing them when he'd only ever kissed two women before? Simon sure hoped so.
Bring his thought back to the moment as Izzy's hands were roaming over him, teasing the one place that wanted her attention most. They were still kissing, though not just lips. Simon felt Izzy suck on the skin near his collarbone briefly before moving that teasing tongue down his side. Simon tried to hold his stomach in as she moved, hoping she wasn't thinking about his squishy middle, and lack of any kind of actual muscle. Slowly he moved his hands down her the way she was with him, watching her reactions. He got only gasps and moans, both of which sounded like good things so he kept it up. He could feel the bare skin of her hip, and realized she'd long ago rid herself of her own underwear, and he became highly aware that there was nothing but air between them now.
Slowly Izzy started grinding her hips against his erection, and he felt how slippery she was. Izzy was pressing his shaft hard into his stomach, sliding herself up and down him. She was creating friction between them, and it felt amazing. Simon was breathing more like her now, tension building in his body. His hands were still on her, one of them at her breast, while the other gripped her hip. She was sitting upright on him, both her hands being used to help her movement. Then his hands were trailing up both her sides slowly, trying to do more of what made her body shiver. He reached her breasts again, teasing her nipples like he had before. When she cried out he thought he'd done something wrong, but she was smiling.
"I must have been really pent up," Izzy whispered as she leaned down to kiss him gently. "Already got mine." Simon had no idea what she meant, but he had a sneaky suspicion it meant that they were done. This suspicion was totally and completely proven false in the next few seconds when Izzy shimmied her hips up to above his arousal, and then slid back down over it. Simon gasped as he felt himself suddenly encircled by her. She was warm, wet and sticky, which alone was a new and unreal feeling, but then she began to move, back and forth grinding on him like before, but so much better.
"Wait don't we need-" Simon began, the little of his brain that was functional speaking up.
"I've wearing a female condom," Izzy explained. Simon only vaguely remembered what that was from high school sex ed, and couldn't really think past his initial thought until he was swept up in the moment again. She was rocking her hips while he was inside, and it sent waves of pleasure over him. She squeezed her muscles around him tight, then released, and he couldn't hold out. When his orgam hit, it was fast and hard, his body freezing up as he gripped the bed sheets.
Rather than lay down beside him, she moved off him and stood up. Simon felt rather dizzy, but not just from the lack of blood to his brain, but also the from the 'did that just happen' moment he was having.
"Must go wash up," Izzy chirped as she picked her dress up off the floor. "That was fun though."
"Yeah," Simon mumbled. He hadn't moved an inch since they'd finished. He just lay there slightly stunned, watching as she slid her dress back on, collected her things, and walked out his front door.
For what felt like an eternity, Simon lay naked on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking. He realized that on some level, he'd thought he hadn't been enough for Clary because he'd known nothing about sex. Maybe he'd texted Izzy because he didn't want to lose the next girl he loved to some player with abs. Simon had been so sure that when this finally happened to him, he'd feel different afterward. Like losing his 'V' card would somehow change who he was. He'd thought of virginity as something that defined him. Simon Lewis: Nerd, brother, son, musician, friend, virgin.
But as Simon lay there, he realized just how stupid a notion that truly was. Sex didn't affect personality, intelligence, or anything like that. Simon hadn't even used sex as a way to be emotionally closer to another person, which meant it had literally changed nothing. Well okay it had changed one thing; Simon really needed to shower.
I managed to not update yesterday! #SelfControl... sorta.
Also its recently come to my attention how many people read this that skip the sex scenes. Sorry! I didn't realize anyone not interested in smut would be reading something rated M. I often try and work the sex into the plot and scene as seamlessly as I can (again since I had no idea non M rated readers would read this.) I don't really want to change the structure and flow that now since I've been doing it this way for like 64 chapters but exactly how annoying is it to skip the sex without a warning?
To Guest Reviewer who said:
I hope Malec gets over the money issue in their relationship because even though they say it is solved, it obviously isn't. Love your writing and this chapter! At least you tried to stick to a schedule, you jusy write to fast for a schedule ;) that is not necessarily a bad thing. We know that you are going to update always because you write to fast not to. That gives me and most readers a sense of peace. Can't wait for the next chapter! Keep up the good work.
My Reply:
Good glad it doesn't look solved because I have a fixed planned. ^_^ And yes sigh. I could do a two updates a week schedule but at that point I might as well just update as I write because 2-3 a week is where I usually sit without a schedule. Glad you have a sense of peace about the updates because yes I always update. I can't leave stories unfinished. Incomplete stories on fanfic nag at me like crazy. Which is probably why ALL my other stories are complete except for this one.
Sneak Peek Chapter 65
"Why are you crying?" Magnus asked her gently. He knew this woman well enough to know she only hid when she was crying real tears. He'd also seen enough of her fake tears to know the difference. Actually now that he thought about it, this might be the only time he'd ever seen her really crying.
"I'm not," Camile disagreed quickly.
"I see," Magnus replied calmly. "Well, my mistake. The water running down your face must be from the rain." They were, of course, indoors, and his sarcasm was very obvious.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Magnus asked gently. They were in a little nook off the main hallway. Two couches lined the walls, outlets for students to plug in laptops were near every surface, and a coffee table was in the center.
"Do you really want to know?" Camille inquired. "Because the last time we saw each other, you ran from me like I am some kind of snake or something."
"Yeah, sorry," Magnus replied easily, sitting on the couch opposite her. "Little bit of boyfriend drama. All settled now though. How is Ralf? Did your jealousy plan work?"
"No," Camille sniffed. "He just finally picked one of the other girls is all that happened."
