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She what?
"You what?"
She laughed, but I couldn't hear it over the music. I leaned in closer to her. "Come on, I want to dance." She tugged me into the crowd. She thinks I can dance after dropping a bomb like that?
"Jennie!" I shouted over the music.
She shook her head with a big smile and kept dancing. I watched her hips sway to the music, her arms flay over her head as she moved with the beat.
I tried to forget about it and dance with her. I was stuck here, her words playing over and over.
I want you to take my virginity. I want you to take my virginity.
That's what she said, but what I heard was I trust you. I choose you. I want you.
Maybe not the way I want her, but she has wants me in this way.
People were shoving against me, stepping on my toe but Jennie looked like she was having so much fun, really letting loose. It's why I wanted to take her out, her internship gave her a crick in her neck I was watching disappear. When I could finally stop questioning myself I danced with her, though I couldn't dance at all. In this story of course, duh.
"You still suck!" She shouted in my ear.
It was true.
"You want another shot?" I shouted back. She shook her head and got back to dancing.
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She didn't leave until she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When we stepped out into the cold, she shivered, I offered her my jacket.
After a moment of silence in the car—a kind of good silence—I asked her. "So, were you just on a shot-high or do you mean what you said?" We were seconds away from my apartment.
"I meant it. I thought about everything you said and I just felt it. I know you'll do it the right way, that I'll feel safe and I know I need that now."
I parked the car and turned to face her. She looked awfully adorable in my jacket that swallowed her tiny frame. Her glossy blue eyes tore right into mine.
"That guy…a total stranger would be awful. His hands on me…" she shuddered with disgust. "You have this way about you, you always have. When I was in trouble or something, you've always been there to make me feel better. After tonight…I know it's weird but I'm sure we're not the first ones to do it—be best friends and just have sex."
"I don't think so either…and that's all I want. For you to be okay. During and after." I smirked.
"You're so full of it." She laughed.
I swallowed nervously.
"Soo.. Um… when, when we gonna do it?" I asked, for lack of a better way to phrase it. She glanced up at the apartment, chewed on the inside of her lip and shrugged softly.
"I don't know… now?"
She's asking me? Oh, she is.
"It's whenever you want…unless you want me to surprise you." I joked about our conversation from earlier. She blushed and got that same nervous look in her eye. It took me a while but then I got it. "Oh… you do."
So, cheesecake has some kink to her. I never would have thought. I assumed she was just joking earlier, playing herself up or something.
"Yeah. Just nothing crazy. Don't blindfold me or anything."
I nodded with a slight chuckle.
"Okay."
She shivered again. I could see goosebumps on her bare leg. "Let's go inside, it's cold."
We crossed the threshold and she stopped in front of her door.
"Just don't wait too long, my period starts in four days." She said, her hand on her door knob. I smiled softly.
"I won't…and we both know your calculations aren't always right."
She glowered at me. "Shut up, we don't talk about that." She shut her door behind her.
I laughed all the way to my room, remembering our freshman year in high school when her period had suddenly appeared whilst we were shopping in the mall. I'm a good friend, a great one because I let her wear my pants while I walked around in my briefs till I bought a new pair. I marked that day as the day we officially became best friends.
There was no way I could fall asleep. Not even after I took a hot shower, and a cold one because I started thinking about having sex with Jennie. I lounged on my bed in sweats, sans shirt and my anatomy book. It's nerdy, but it helps calm me down, helps me stop thinking for a while, and I needed that.
I honestly thought she would say no. I wasn't prepared for a yes, at all. And now she wants me to just surprise her; 'hey, let's go have sex now.' It was too much for me. yeah, I like to be in control, I like telling a girl what to do in bed. But Jennie was different. I knew I would be second guessing everything because I don't want to hurt her, or worse, scare her.
I distracted myself with the principles of human anatomy. Particularly the heart. I want to be a cardiac surgeon so bad. I feel it in my gut, in my soul, I need to do it or I'll always feel like I left something behind. The kind of regret you can't get over here.
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I padded into the kitchen in my sweats, sans shirt. I guess it's a thing—me never wearing a shirt. Jennie's bedroom door was wide open and she wasn't in there. Only one other place she could be. I turned to the balcony, sure enough she was doing yoga. No ass play this time, or whatever that position is. She was on her front, torso turned up to the sky. Her upper arms pressed against her chest. Her bright orange sports bra did little to support her, then again nothing really did. I turned my face away before I pitched a tent.
I had a taste for waffles. I started on them, just like my mom makes them. Not before having my coffee of course. Jennie came inside when the first waffle was in the maker.
"Hey Cheesecake, I'm making waffles."
Her smile reached her eyes. "I want two. Or three."
I laughed aloud. She had quite the appetite.
My eyes went right to her wide hips and full butt, fighting her tight black leggings as she walked into her room. When she returned she had on a thin, almost see through white shirt. It fell off one shoulder and was long sleeved. It did nothing to help my wandering eyes.
"How was yoga today?"
She moved around me. "Good, I guess. You're getting fat." She swatted my abs playfully. Nice try. They're rock hard and staying that way.
"Shut up." I laughed.
I grabbed two plates and gave us each two waffles. I sprayed some whip cream on them.
"More." She licked her lip, I looked down at her, catching her gleaming blue eyes.
"You're adorable." My breath hitched in my throat, I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I don't think I ever said stuff like that to her.
"As much as you are annoying."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She grabbed her plate and hopped on the stool.
I poured us more coffee and sat next to her. I know it was purely platonic, us eating breakfast together. I got this aching feeling in my gut, wanting more. Wanting more than to just be her friend. Sure, I'm her best friend, but I want more than our memories and laughs. I want her heart. I want her heart to be mine.
"These are so good."
"Thank my mother. Her recipes never fail." I scooped up my last bite.
"How is she? And your dad?" She curled her leg up and turned to face me.
Strands of her hair fell out of her loose bun; her face was still red from her workout. Her blush extended to her chest, and who knows where else. I guess, at least now, I get to see that.
"Ma is fine. I haven't talked to my dad. Last I knew he was away on business."
"So, nothing about the football yet?"
I shook my head. "No. But I'm sure he'll call me soon; the draft is coming up and the combine is in February or march."
She nodded. Rested her chin on her knee, making her lips pout. I wanted so badly to just pull her close to me and kiss her. The only thing calming me was knowing I could soon enough…if she even wanted all that. Hmm.
"I have a question." She arched a brow. I cleared my throat nervously, unsure of how to phrase the question. "So, when we do it, am I allowed to do other stuff or you just want me to pop in and go?" I smirked.
Her face flushed even more than before, a dark scarlet now.
"What do you mean other stuff? I'm not doing…"
Her voice squeaked. I laughed, getting what she meant.
"No. Not anal, you can say it you know. I mean the other stuff—like teasing and kissing."
I watched her throat move as she swallowed, her eyes widened like she was stuck in headlights. Shit.
"I, assumed that came with the full experience you told me about." She blinked.
I chuckled.
"Nice choice of words."
She shoved against my arm, but all I felt was the softness of her hands. "Shut up. You know what I mean."
"Yeah I do. And it is. I want you to have a good time…honestly, I'm pretty stoked about introducing you to a whole new world of pleasure. Being your first."
"You are so full of it." She rolled her pretty eyes and I laughed. She couldn't hold it for long, she laughed too.
"You sure you just want me to surprise you?" I checked.
"If we plan it my anxiety will just eat me alive." She answered softly.
Jennie had just as much anxiety as the average person, it was never serious enough for medication or therapy. She had me, she always talks to me when something is bothering her or freaking her out. That's why I can't bear to mess things up. I don't want to push her away, I'm all she has. Her father isn't present enough to catch her after all her falls, neither is her sister. It has been my job since I was old enough to know what I was doing, to be there for her. Except it doesn't really feel like a job, it just feels right.
"Okay. As long as you're sure."
She washed all the plates and went to take a shower.
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I was a lazy bum and went back to sleep, I hadn't realized I woke up at ten. That's early for a weekend. My nap only lasted about two hours. I woke up starving.
Jennie was in her room, her door was open and she was reading on her bed, her head slightly handing over the edge. My feet shuffled to a stop when I really saw her. She was wearing a Clemson t-shirt and nothing else. Well, her black shorts were peeking out from the hem of her shirt but they were so short, they might as well just be a pair of panties. The swells of her breasts showed through the shirt.
I should stop staring.
My grumbling stomach reminded me I was headed to the kitchen.
After searching through my fridge and cabinets, I realized I had no food. With a heavy sigh, I shuffled off to shower so I could go to the store. In the shower, all I thought of was Jennie. I didn't know when to follow through, I wanted it to be soon of course, but I was more afraid of fucking something up.
I wanted to be careful with her, but at the same time I wanted her to get the full 'Lisa' experience. It may sound cocky, but every girl I have slept with always brings up what her 'friend said' or what she heard from someone. Word gets around, I get around…but I don't want to 'go around' on Jennie.
I got dressed in jeans and a sweater. Shit. I have to do laundry too. Ugh!
Sure, I could hire someone to do all these things. But my mother never did, most we had was a cleaning lady once a month. I may be rich but I'm not spoiled rotten. At least I like to think so.
I knocked on Jennie's door.
"I'm going to the store; do you need anything?" Then step inside.
She looked up from her book. She rolled over on her bed, exposing more of her creamy legs "I'll just come with you."
"Sure." I sat on her bed.
She moved to her closet behind me. "I have to change." Her voice was soft.
"Okay." I shrugged. I surfed Twitter on my phone.
"Lisa…" I felt her toss something on the bed, but I didn't turn around.
"My cock is about to be inside you and you're freaking over me seeing you change?" I said. She didn't say anything back. I thought I had won before I felt the sharp thud of a shoe against my head. "Ouch! Fuck…I'm going." I shook my head and go to the living room to wait on her.
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A few hours later we came back with several bags filled with our daily necessities. She dropped her basket and went in her room. I set my timer and lounged on my bed with 'The Murder Book,' I had to read it for my homicide class. It was actually interesting though. I was two chapters in when Jennie knocked.
"come in."
She came inside and joined with me on my bed with her book. "Why do you never wear a shirt?"
I shrugged. "It's just more comfortable."
She rolled her eyes.
She flipped through a loose-bound book. It must be her manuscript from work. We read in comfortable silence together. Then I stopped reading the words on the page and all I saw was do it now, do it now. I listened to the little voice.
I closed my book and set it on the dresser. Jennie was on her front, focused on the words of the page. I stepped off the bed and took off my pants, she didn't really notice how horny I was.
I got back on the bed and laid next to her.
"Jennie?"
"Hm?" She looked at me. Our eyes met, and I didn't say anything else.
I gingerly laid my hand across the small of her back, trailing my hand across the hem of her sweater. I hooked my finger on it and watched as more and more of her skin slowly appeared. I looked in her eyes again as if to say, okay? She nodded once. Green light, here I come.
In one swift movement I lifted her up by her waist, taking her sweater off. My eyes feasted on her full breasts, barely contained by the lace bralette she was wearing. Her chest rose and fell quicker, sounds of her breath filled the room.
"Relax Cheesecake, I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
Her lips parted softly. My hands held her shoulders, I rubbed her clavicle with my thumb until her breathing slowed down—well, as calm as it could get when she knew she was about to have sex for the first time.
I moved my hand to her lips. My thumb grazed her bottom lip softly. "Are you going to kiss me?" She whispered. Fuck yeah.
"It's kind of part of the whole package…but I won't do it if you don't want me to." Please say yes.
She didn't say anything. For Jennie, that means it's okay. Green light, here I come.
All the anticipation, picturing what it would be like to kiss her, all came back to me at once. I didn't want it to be anything like at the club. My face inched closer and closer to hers, until I felt her breath blow across my lips. I stalled by reaching up for her hair and taking it out of its ponytail. When it fell I caught a whiff of her scent, I smiled—she still smelled just like cheesecake.
I looked at her eyes but they were closed, her eyelids fluttering. I kissed her there instead, on each eye lid. She visibly relaxed. Then I kissed both her cheeks, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath my lips, I've kissed her there before but somehow this was different. I was already pitching a tent. I kissed her right next to her lips, dragging them over to her trembling lips. I kissed her there, barely a kiss but still like fireworks.
I latched my hand on the nape of her neck and kissed her deeper. Harder. More. It was everything. God, I wanted to tell her right then. I love you—I'm so in love with you and this is more to me than just sex…but I couldn't bring myself to. I had to show her instead. I kissed her again, her lips parted and she relaxed into me more. I broke the kiss, watching her as I pulled away. Her eyes blinked open, her eyes were wide, and she fucking bites her bottom lip, waiting.
On all my stars, she looked like she had never been kissed properly before.
"You trust me, right?"
"More than anything." I wanted to give her the full experience, everything that would rock her world but she might just want it quick.
"Just tell me if you don't want me to do anything."
"We're not doing anal." We both laughed. And there it was. Being best friends makes this all the easier for her.
"Lay back."
She moved the manuscript out of the way and laid down, her hair falling around her head as she took a deep breath. I wanted to take a picture of her, remember this moment. I had already kissed her, there was no going back. But if I could stay like this, look at her like this. I'd be perfectly happy.
I straddled her legs and leaned down. My face was right above hers, but she was so small her feet stopped a little after my knees, I could curl her up and keep her there. Right under my heart. I kissed her neck softly, she sighed. I moved my lips across her—to the swell of her neck and her exposed breasts. She was so soft, and creamy. Her skin was beautiful under the light.
"You're so beautiful, Jennie." Her breath hitched. I looked into her eyes, her expression was confused.
"You don't have to do that."
Now I looked confused. "I'm doing nothing but being honest. You should know that. You. Are. Beautiful." I said sternly.
"O-Okay."
I kissed the space between her breasts and moved down her body, kissing her until I reached the band of her leggings. I curled my hands around it and her panties, her breathing quickened again. I could tell she was nervous, I just wanted to assure her.
"Lisa.."
"Relax, Cheesecake. Nothing I haven't seen before." I chuckled.
But when her clothes were off and I was face to face with her…I had never seen anything like it. Maybe it was in my head, but she looked so innocent. Her sex was already slick, her clit swollen and budding. Everything was tight and perfectly put together; she looked nothing but edible. My fingers grazed her landing strip.
"Since when do you wax?"
"For a while."
I kissed her belly button, I sucked on it softly. I had never seen a girl that still had an outie, it was adorable. Everything about Jennie was unique, one of a kind. Fuck, I was lucky to be her first.
When my lips moved to her legs she pressed her knees together. I ignored it for a second. I kissed her inner thigh, sucking softly. I did the same to both. I held her inner thigh and pried it open softly, but she resisted and I stopped.
"What's wrong? Talk to me, Cheesecake." She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Then I got it. Of course, no one had ever been this close before. I hadn't even thought of it.
"I…" I moved my head away from her, closer to her face.
"I need to tasted you, I want to know how sweet you are."
She hesitated but then nodded. She really did trust me. A wave of pride came over me—she trusts me with something so precious to her.
My hands went under the hem of her bra, I pulled it over her head slowly. Watching with rapt attention as her breasts appeared. I had imagined this so many times, but it was nothing in comparison to the real thing. I ran my fingers down her breasts, her tips hardened against my palms. Her nipples were a dark rose pink, perfect. Everything about her was perfect. I kept expecting myself to wake up from this dream. I didn't.
I replaced my hands with my mouth, kissing her breasts. Her chest shuddered against me with every breath. The girl was going to give herself a panic attack.
"You're going to pass out if you keep breathing like that, Ruby Jane." I murmured against her chest.
"It's just, so different." And I kept kissing her. This was such unchartered territory for her.
I moved my lips to her nipples, circling around them, teasing her a bit. I closed my mouth around her nipple and she exhaled deeply.
"Oh.." She drew in a sharp breath when I pinched her other nipple with my hand. I alternated between them both, sucking until they were so hard they might fall off. I had her distracted. I moved my hand down her body as my mouth worked her breasts. My fingers grazed her swollen sex and she shuddered.
I moved one finger between her, she sighed again. It was working. I moved my finger across her and she opened her legs softly. I moved my lips down her body again. Not stopping until I was at her sex. Everything was so taught, and beautiful, the same color as her rosy pink nipples.
"Lisa…" she protested.
I stifled a groan. Everything was on her terms, much as I wanted to taste her…
"Tell me to stop and I will." I looked up at her.
She looked down her body at me. "Please don't." I kept my eyes on her as I kissed her. She flinched beneath my lips. Her body relaxed even more.
I moved my tongue between her, working her until she groaned loudly—I found the perfect spot. I want to make her come like this, so she could be more relaxed. I sucked on her clit, nibbling like some kind of starved animal. Her hands flew to my hair as she cried out.
Her whimpers noises filled my head. I was reveling in it. Until she tried to stifle it with her hand. I reached up and pulled it away.
"Be as loud as you want." I murmured against her inner thigh, giving her a break. I circled her clit with my thumb until she was whimpering again. When my mouth found her again she cried out loudly. Her shrieks were loud, and uninhibited. Most girls tried to be sexy and make shit up but she was raw, and honest. Completely innocent but loving the dirtiness of what I was doing.
"Lisa—wait." She pulled my head from her with her hand.
"What's wrong?"
She panted. "I think I have to use the bathroom." She tried to move. I pressed my hand on her stomach and held her down.
"No, you don't. that's how it's supposed to feel…" I said slowly. I thought she had at least gotten herself there on her own.
I gently pressed her back down onto the bed. I went right back to where I was. She tasted so damn good, maybe it was in my head but just like cheesecake. Sweet, creamy. Yeah, probably in my head.
My balls were ready to fall off but I had to focus on her. Her legs latched around my head, her fingers fisted in my hair. She was letting go. Her thighs trembled, I knew she was close. My lips tightened around her clit, sucking hard and using my tongue to flick against her. My fingers delved further into her fleshy thighs.
"Oh—oh!" she cried out. She shook and trembled so hard, so fast. My tongue didn't leave her until her tremors subsided. Her hips arched all the way off the bed, I was afraid she would pull a muscle or something. Fuck, that was hot.
After a few minutes she was relaxed, her body like a mush.
I wiped my mouth off, only because I wasn't sure she wanted to taste herself on me. Then I kissed her lips—the ones on her face—softly. Her lips parted and I moved my tongue against hers only slightly. I pulled away with a pop of her lips.
"You okay?"
Her eyes were glassy, dazed. She nodded slowly. "That was… amazing."
I smirked. "Told you I was good. I thought you had at least come before."
She blushed even deeper. "I… it never felt like that."
I shook my head. The poor girl.
I kissed her again—her lips is so addicting. When I let my body fall against hers, my crotch rubbed against her. She flinched, remembering what was next. I asked myself if I could even do this—but I went right back to not wanting some stranger doing it. Someone who wouldn't make sure she was feeling good first. I was.
"You want to do the honors?" I pulled away from her, my fingers on my briefs.
She shook her head. Maybe it was too much for her, undressing me. I hopped off the bed and took off my briefs. She glanced but then looked away, her face growing redder.
"You can look at it, cheesecake." I teased her as I got back on the bed between her legs.
"I'm good."
I smirked at her. She held my gaze but then her eyes dropped slowly. She swallowed audibly, her throat bobbing. Briefly I wondered what her lips would look like wrapped around my cock.
Her eyes met mine again, and her hand moved down my body. Her fingers grazed against my abs, I shuddered as her fingers followed the trail leading to my throbbing cock. "Can I?" I just nodded before her hands felt perfect against me, soft and warm.
"Oh fuck." I groaned when her hand wrapped around me. Her thumb flicked against my tip, wrapping up the moisture that had formed there.
Then she shocked me. My eyes were glued to her as she put her thumb in her mouth and sucked softly. She pulled her thumb out with a pop, her lips still parted. Fuck. I already knew I wouldn't be able to stop thinking of her like this. "Fuck Jennie, where did you learn that?"
"Books?"
I kissed her again. This time I didn't hold back. My lips moved quickly and hers followed. Our tongues fought each other. I pressed my body to hers, her nipples moved against my chest. I broke away breathless. She squirmed beneath me, her sex rubbing against my cock. This was it. This was her one time, her first time.
"Are you ready?" I asked her. She nodded. "Just tell me if you start to hurt or anything. I'm pretty big, so…" she swatted my arrogance.
"Shut up and fuck me, Lisa."
"Well, shit." I laughed.
My middle finger trailed across her clit and down to her opening, she was already wet again. I slunk my finger inside of her, turning it as I drew it out. She arched her back, bucked herself towards me as she gasped. I replaced my finger with my cock, rubbing the tip between her folds. She trembled. I kept thinking—I didn't want to think. Was she sure? Would she regret this? But she was a grown woman, completely in control of her actions. I had to trust her as much as she trusted me.
I let go of everything, forgot about it all and inched closely inside of her. Slower and slower. I felt her expand around me, felt her heat surround me, clenching me. My eyes shut on their own accord but I had to watch her. I opened them in a haze. Her eyes were clenched shut, she was biting her lips so hard she might break the skin. I kept going until I was fully inside of her, all the way to the hilt. Her hymen was officially broken. I leaned down and kissed her slowly, until she relaxed. I knew she wasn't ready for me to move yet.
I steadied my body above her with my forearms on either side of her head.
"Jennie." I breathed. She gazed into my eyes and bucked her hips. "Tell me if I hurt you." It was taking every ounce of control I had to not pound into her. But I managed. I had to.
"I'm okay."
I lifted her leg up and hitched her knee over my shoulder. She gasped when she felt me deeper. My hands traced every inch of her skin until I grabbed her hips and moved her body farther down, her leg didn't resist.
"Damn, can you get this behind your head?" I looked at her in shock.
"Depends on if I've stretched. Keep going." She said breathlessly.
I pulled out of her and entered her again, slowly. I memorized how it felt to enter her, over and over. "You feel so fucking good." Her hips started to move against me, finding the rhythm between us. I had never felt this good with a woman, this right. She was warm and soft beneath me, everything I imagined. "You still take those pills, right?"
"Yes."
Fuck yes, and didn't talk again. I was lost in her.
My body slid against hers, her breasts pillowed against me. I pinched her nipple between my fingers as my mouth suckled her neck. I noticed she wasn't touching me, her fists were clenched in the sheets. My heart sunk a little but then I remembered this was only more to me—to her she was just letting go of something she felt was holding her back. I'd like to think I was making love to her, but I had never done it before. I was never this slow, this tender, with anyone. So I think I was.
Her moans started to grow louder and closer together, her sex clenched around me so I knew she was close. I was too. "Feel me inside you?" Her hands moved from the sheets and to my back, I smiled a little. She raked her nails down my body and squeezed my clenched ass as I drove into her. Soft, and slow. "Feel me how big I am inside you cheesecake." I didn't want her sore or anything. Her hands moved to my back and she wrapped herself around me, so I wrapped her up too until we were so close, nothing could get between us. It was perfect.
"Lisa…" she moaned.
"Yes, fuck."
I gripped her hips tighter, feeling my orgasm come closer and closer. Everything was clenching and trembling. Her loud shrieks spurred me on. She cried out, and then she froze. Her sex pumped me for everything I was worth. I started to pull away, this was about her. I could finish of later.
"No, you finish." She pulled me closer, her hands tightening on my lower back.
"You want me cum inside you, huh?" I met her eyes and made sure, she bit her lip softly and nodded her head. I kept moving. But I didn't want her just lying there. Her moans grew again as I rubbed her clit softly with my thumb, but I didn't want to come until she was coming with me. "Come with me, cheesecake. milking my cock."
She bit her lip, and came until her legs trembled. "Lisaa.."
"Yes, that's it. Good girl." It wasn't long until I was coming hard. "F-fuuucckkk.." I froze inside of her as I filled her up. Her body shuddered against mine, I collapsed above her. Sounds of our breath filled the air—the panting and the sighing.
I hissed as I pulled out of her. "Stay still.." I reached for a tissue from my night stand. She looked away as I wiped her clean. She may have sucked me off her thumb but I doubted she wanted me dripping down her legs. I tossed the tissue and rolled beside her. I threw my duvet over her.
My eyes couldn't leave her. Her skin was covered in a soft sheen, making her shine under the light. The sun was shining through the windows softly. I propped my head up on my hand until she looked at me.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. You…" her brow furrowed, "you were so sweet, and dirty." She said it like it was some bizarre occurrence. Was I that much of an asshole?
"But you liked it, aren't you? You needed that. Trust me."
"I do trust you…" I gazed at her. I wished I could kiss her again, but the moment had passed. We were just best friends now.
"Good. You feel any different?"
"Not really. I don't even feel any different with you. I do want a shower though." She sat up. I nodded in understanding.
I sat up too as she stood up, the duvet falling over her. I watched as she moved to the bathroom. She had her thinking face on—I was worried she was having second thoughts. She paused in the doorway.
"Before we…" her eyes met mine and she fidgeted with her fingers nervously, "I just always wanted to try something…if you don't mind."
I furrowed my brow in confusion. "I thought we weren't doing anal."
She looked around as if looking for something tow throw but then laughed it off.
"No silly, but maybe shower sex would be great."
Fuck. Me.
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