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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Forty-Six
BPOV
The spa was great, and shopping was even better, but I could tell that Esme had something on her mind that she wanted to talk about.
Now, I just had to play the waiting game.
After loading all our bags into the trunk of the car, we headed over to La Bella Italia for lunch. We made it through our shared appetizers of Stuffed Mushrooms and Beef Carpaccio before she spoke.
Taking her napkin and dabbing the corner of her mouth gently, Esme cleared her throat. "Well, Miss Swan," Esme regarded me with an all-knowing smirk. "I think it´s time that we have the talk."
"The talk," I gulped, damn near choking on my drink. "Wha-wha-what talk Me-me?" I knew exactly what fucking talk she was referring to, but I wasn´t about to make this shit easy for her.
The waitress delivering our food caused the conversation to be placed on a momentary pause, but as soon as the young lady was out of earshot, Esme pounced again. "Now, where was I," Esme asked rhetorically. "Oh yes, we were discussing you becoming a young lady and what to expect."
"I don´t remember signing on to have that conversation," I squeaked, nervously taking another drink of my iced tea. "Besides, Me-me, we´ve already had this conversation. Remember when I first got my...uh...when my," looking around anxiously to make sure no one else was listening, "my period," I whispered, feeling my face and neck heat up.
Goddamn blush!
"Oh, Sweetheart," Esme said, reaching out to pat my hand on the table as if we were simply discussing the weather. "I don´t want to embarrass you, but, I´ve noticed some changes. And I just want you to know that you can come to me, anytime, if you have questions. I want us to be able to talk about these things. After all, I was a teenage girl once upon a time." Stabbing one of her mushroom ravioli, Esme gave me a moment to chew on her words.
She makes a valid point. My conscience debated.
And she married to an older man. My newfound inner-hussy seconded.
Hmmm…they all made sense.
Oh what the hell!
May as well talk to someone I trust.
I´m guessing the post-coital look I was sporting this morning, didn´t go unnoticed after all. Thank God Eric Yorkie was out jogging this morning too, maybe my questions wouldn´t be so obvious.
Taking a moment to contemplate, I decided to take advantage of Esme´s knowledge and expertise. Not wanting to just come out and say that it was Edward, I decided to go for a roundabout approach.
"Well..." I dragged out the word for effect. "There is this boy... at school," I rushed on to say when I saw her eyes light up. "I kinda like him, and lately, I´ve been feeling...you know, different around him." Suddenly the noodles in my Chicken Alfredo became very interesting.
"What kind of feelings?" I could tell by the tight strain of her voice that she was fighting to maintain control.
"I don´t know, butterflies in my stomach, tingling skin, and... other things I don´t really understand." I was so hoping that Esme could read between the lines, because I couldn´t see myself telling her outright that my pussy gushes and my clit throbs anytime I´m anywhere near her son!
I wanted advice, not to kill the woman!
That seemed to get her attention, causing a crack in her otherwise calm demeanor. "Isabella Swan, are you talking about having sex!" Esme whisper yelled.
Well damn woman, why don´t you just tell the whole restaurant!
The bluntness of her question could not have come at a worse time. I was mid drink, and her words caused me to spray her all over the face with sweet tea.
"Jesus, Esme," I choked out when I was finally able to speak. Sinking down in my seat, I prayed that the floor would open up and swallow me whole. "Could you puh-lease keep your voice down?" From the looks we were garnering from the other patrons, it was too late.
We weren't as quiet as I thought.
Covering my face with my napkin, the only thoughts floating through my head were, kill me now!
Please!
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