Chapter 5

Cherry Fizz

When Doug finally left he reminded Kenna of the movie and said he would call her around Thursday to make a decision. When she closed the door, she went back into the living room and drank the rest of her fourth glass of wine.

House was finishing the second bottle that he and Doug had opened. He looked over at her, "Doug has a crush on you."

"What?" She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't believe that for one minute, he's a surgeon. He could have any girl he wants. What would he want with me? I don't dress right or wear makeup... I'm pretty hopeless. I haven't got a clue how to act around men."

"You could have fooled me tonight." House said while sitting on the Southwest patterned sofa that was so popular in the stores. He sipped his wine.

"But that was because of you! I'm used to you now. You bark, but you don't bite. And Doug is so nice; it's easy to get to know him. When I'm around someone new I get nervous. I think the wine made it easier for me to relax tonight. Normally, I can't even look at a single guy without breaking out in a cold sweat."

"I know, you avoided talking about sex every time it came up. You've never had sex, have you?"

Kenna looked down and blushed, speechless. She finally lifted her head without making eye contact. "I've never kissed a guy or held hands for that matter." She kept looking away from him and then she finally looked House in the eye, "I was wondering if you could teach me how to kiss as the favor from the game tonight?"

He burst out laughing, "You want me to teach you how to kiss? What makes you think I know how?"

"I've heard the women at night in your bedroom. They sound like they are either in terrible pain or incredible ecstasy. I hear a lot of discussions with God and Jesus. Even you seem to get closer to God when you're with them."

He laughed, she could be very funny. "I hate to disappoint you, but those cries aren't because I'm kissing them, at least not on the lips. Kissing is overrated. Licking, sucking, touching...that's where the action is. Would you like me to teach you that?"

"Ha, ha. Look, I don't even know how to go to first base on a date. I just want to know how to kiss back when or if I get kissed. Or at least kiss without looking like I've never done it before."

"Do you know how lame you sound?"

She took another drink of courage, "I wouldn't be asking you if I was anywhere close to being sober."

He thought about it. So she wanted to be in shape in case Doug made a move. He looked at her with kissing her in mind. She wasn't very appealing sitting there with her hair straggly and wild, her clothes old and baggy. The idea of kissing her was not high on his list. "Is there any way you could control that hair and make yourself more presentable? It's hard to kiss someone when they look like a bad day in a cheap hair salon."

"I could put it up and put on my skirt. Would that help?"

"Well go see what you can do, and here, take this." He handed her another glass of wine, "You're going to need it." He took another drink, thinking he might need it for courage.

Fifteen minutes later he heard her coming down the stairs. Almost asleep, he picked himself up and stretched. Kenna was dressed in a denim skirt that hit her knees. Her reddish-blonde hair was combed back, her eyes framed by mascara. She had brushed her teeth and put on perfume that smelled like baby powder. The t-shirt was stretched over a demi-bra that House knew wasn't padded because he could see the outline of her nipples. House thought she looked pretty sexy for a 21 year old virgin. Patting the seat next to him, Kenna walked over and sat down. He had turned off the television and put on Jefferson Starship, "Miracles". After she sat down, he turned down the light on the end table.

"First you start out with a normal kiss." He turned to her and found her face tilted up, eyes closed so tight they looked like wrinkles where eyes should be and her lips shut even tighter. "Wait, you call that normal? You look like an anal retentive nun who just sucked on a lemon."

She opened her eyes and said, "I kiss my parents and my brother this way. Why?"

He almost started laughing, but realized if he did it would only make this last longer than it should. "Ok, don't close your lips so tight, open them a little, make them softer and then turn your face to me." She did and then she started to giggle. "What's funny?"

"It's not funny, I'm just nervous." She straightened up. "Okay, let's try again." Kenna took a deep breath and then turned her face to him with her lips softer and more appealing.

House leaned in, kissing her gently and then let his tongue move slightly forward, past his lips, resting it at the entrance of her lips. She could feel his tongue barely touching her lips and realized she needed to part her lips slightly. She forced herself to relax and let his tongue come inside. When she did, his tongue gently touched hers and then he began to explore with more effort. She answered his foray with the same force. Smiling to himself, House was pleased with her progress. The exploration of her tongue was just enough to arouse feelings in his groin without making him choke. He pulled back slightly to look down into her face. "You're a good student. That's what we call French kissing."

"Is that all there is?" She sounded disappointed.

House laughed. "What did you expect, nirvana?"

"In the books it's like everyone goes out of control and it's hard for them to stop...you know they want to have sex after French kissing. That was ok but I didn't feel any physiological response that made me want to have sex with you. Are you sure you're doing it right?"

House roared with laughter at how blunt she was. "I'm sorry I disappointed you."

Kenna blushed and started shaking her head. "I didn't really mean it was you. I'm sure that you French kiss well. And thanks for showing me, but it doesn't make sense to me. Does kissing really make you want to have sex?"

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "It can be very arousing."

She sighed and looked into the ether. "It's probably me. I'm afraid that I'm, uh...what do they call them...frozen?"

"Frigid." He corrected her. "Making out isn't just about the French kissing; there's some body movements that go with it."

She was still thinking about her response. "Do you think I'm frigid?"

"How would I know?"

"Well did I kiss you right?"

He smiled and put his head back. "Yes." He sighed out of frustration. "Isn't there someone else who can show you? Maybe a guy at work that you like?"

She laughed and leaned her head back on the couch too. "I did it wrong, didn't I? I knew I'd be bad at this. I'm pretty hopeless when it comes to men. I didn't go to any dances or the prom, no one asked me. My parents tried to cheer me up telling me that the boys didn't know what they were missing. But I knew they weren't missing much. I couldn't even look them in the eye let alone hold their hand or kiss them. Thanks, Dr. House, you've been very kind, I think I'll go to bed now." She stood up and started to walk past him to the stairs.

House wasn't sure why, but he reached out and grabbed her hand. She hesitated and looked down at him, questioning his reason for stopping her. House pulled her down softly into his lap and arms. He kissed her with the same amount of tongue only this time he pulled her in and pressed his body next to hers. He brought his hand up and slipped it slowly under her top resting it on the warm, smooth skin just below her rib cage. She shuddered as he moved his hand up closer to her breast. Not knowing what to do, she knew she didn't want him to stop. After some more kissing, House maneuvered her under him, bringing his hand up to her breast he felt the soft round shape under the nylon bra. The kissing continued with more passion, his tongue making little circles around hers. He gave her little kisses on her ears and neck as his hand gently played with the plump erect nipple between his fingers. House wanted to be soft and gentle, but his body wanted her and he was having trouble controlling himself. He wanted the damn bra off.

Kenna was swimming in sensations that she had never felt before. Her groin felt congested with sexual desire, a desire that only confused her further. She could feel something getting bigger, moving, pressing on her leg. Reaching down, she softly touched the bulge in his pants. He caught his breath and let out a quick sound of pleasure causing her to pull her hand away. Touching her breasts was giving her a sizzling pleasure. Kenna quickly realized that she could give him pleasure too, by touching him. But she wasn't sure if she would do it right. Gathering her courage, she slipped her hand down and touched him again, softly, and once again he stopped what he was doing to concentrate on the pleasure she was giving him.

The gentle touching, her naiveté and the round, firm shape of her breasts, made him feel more excited than he had felt in years. He'd been touched and groped and stroked, but this tentative touching of a virgin and the feel of her warm, soft skin made the sensations more exciting, like when he was 16 and had just becoming aware of the feel of a woman. It was a huge turn on. When she would feel him through his trousers the sensation would make him stop and hold his breath. He knew that he was going to have to get control of himself, he wanted to take her right there, on the couch. If he wasn't careful, the wine would let him. He started to pull back gently, to let her know that he was backing off, but she grabbed his back and held him closer.

"No, don't, don't stop now. Please." She reached down and unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside to feel him. She touched him and gingerly stroked him until he could no longer breathe normally.

He looked down at her and said, "Are you sure?"

She answered him with a kiss and with her hand. "Am I doing this right?"

He chuckled. "God, yes. You're driving me insane."

"Show me what to do. I want you to enjoy this." She whispered into his ears as she continued to rub her body against his and touch him with her small fingers.

Just her breath in his ear made him feel like he was going to explode. "I'm enjoying it, but I'm not going to last long like this."

Kenna wasn't sure she wanted him to hold back. She reached around and unsnapped her bra allowing him to slip his hand underneath and feel the smooth skin of her breasts and the rough, plump tips of her nipples. He was trying hard to think of something else, anything else so that he wouldn't come.

But Kenna knew what she wanted now, so she took his hand and guided it under her skirt up to her panties. She kissed his ear and nibbled on the lobe as she whispered, "You'll have to shift your weight to get them off. He lifted up to get the weight off of her so he could pull the panties down to her knees. Kenna lifted her left out of the leg of the panties.

His desire had reached a new intensity now that he knew where this was going. He swiftly undid his belt and the button on his pants. The zipper gave way under her fingers. House quickly slipped the trousers and his boxers down. Picking up her left leg, he pushed it over to the left for easier penetration. Before he went any further, he looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were shut, but not tightly and her face almost serene. She was beautiful. His erection couldn't wait. He guided himself inside of her and once again she reached around the back and grabbed his shirt tightly as he tried desperately to thrust. But she was so tight that it was hard work and he knew that this couldn't be comfortable for her.

"It's painful the first time, you know that right?" he said softly and with some trepidation.

"Yes, just keep going. I'll be ok."

He heard her take in deep breaths from the pain as he continued to pump, the friction high from the lack of lubrication. For him, the sensation was overpowering. She was so tight and her body so soft and sensual he couldn't stop if he wanted. House pulled up her blouse to look at the now exposed breasts. He took one look and then exploded inside of her. "Oh...God, yes, yes. Oh God." Just like when he was 16, House went blind from the power of the climax. When it began to fade, he started laughing and then he collapsed on top of her. He was too heavy so she tried to pull out from under him and onto her side. He shifted so that they were on their sides looking at each other although House couldn't do or say anything for a few minutes. He finally spoke to her, "I don't believe I'm going to ask a woman this after having sex, but are you alright?"

She looked in his eyes and said, "I think so. I need to go pee—it feels moist down there."

The doctor in him took over. "You're probably experiencing a little bleeding from the tearing of the hymen and vaginal walls." He realized how lame he sounded so he stopped talking and just tried to smile.

She smiled back as she got up and sat on the side of the couch looking down at him. "Thank you. I really mean it. It was everything they say it is except for the orgasm part."

He got defensive, "Orgasms happen later...when you don't tear, when things heal."

"Or maybe I'm frigid and I'll never have one."

"You'll have one, just give it time."

"Will you give me one?"

He looked at her as if she was insane. "You know, let's deal with what just happened here first, ok? We can talk about orgasms later."

She nodded and then pulled her panties all the way off before trotting upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. She was having trouble walking properly- it was still hurting.

House wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. Did he sleep with her in his bed or did they go to their respective rooms? The enormity of what just happened finally hit him. I just popped the cherry of my tenant, what the hell was I thinking? Well, he wasn't doing the thinking, his other head was. House stood up and pulled his clothes together and sat back down.

He heard her yell down, "Dr. House, I'm going to bed, I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Good night."

He looked around like he wasn't sure he had heard it right. Climbing stairs, he saw that her door was closed so he pulled a clean towel from the linen cabinet and took a shower. Before falling asleep, he thought about what had happened, shook his head in disbelief and closed his eyes. She woke up Sunday morning and felt below. It was a little painful, but it would be ok. She decided to make some breakfast for House so she cooked eggs Benedict with fresh hollandaise and scrapple while brewing the coffee the way he liked it. Once finished, she took the tray up and put it down on the floor before knocking. Before he responded, she opened the door, picked up the tray and walked in. House looked up and rubbed his eyes.

"I have to go to the library, but I wanted to bring you this."She gave him the tray as he sat up.

He looked at the tray. "Thanks." He took a bite and was in heaven, she was a damn good cook. He looked up, "Are we good?"

"Better than good. Are you ok, Dr. House?"

He rolled his eyes. "Can you please call me Greg. I just made it into your diary. I don't want anyone to think I insisted you call me Dr. House while I popped your cherry."

"Popped my cherry?"

"Deflowered you? Took your virginity"

"Oh.. " She thought about it for a second. "Well, I have to go."

House looked at the alarm clock and decided he could have another ten minutes before he had to get up and get going. It was his all night rotation today meaning he wouldn't be home until late on Monday. Work was slow, so most of his day was occupied with replaying in his head what had happened. One minute he was chastising himself for doing something so stupid, the next he was thinking about her breasts, her touch, or the feel of her body under his. House was torturing himself either way. Relief came when he was called in to diagnose a young child whom he discovered had a strange staph infection that wasn't responding to the normal antibiotics so House tried a new one on the market, Vancomycin, and the kid started to improve.

Kenna thought about what had happened too. It was a new experience in her life. For once, something interesting had happened and she liked it.

On Monday night when House arrived home, she was in the kitchen cooking. House walked in and went straight up to take a shower, coming down when she put the food on the table. When the sat down, she smiled mischievously at him. As he chewed on his chicken cacciatore, he eyed her with curiosity. "Ok, what is it?"

"Have you thought about what I asked?"

"Asked?" He knew what she was asking but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Will you give me an orgasm?"

He continued to chew and stared at her, wishing she'd buy some new clothes and work on that unruly hair. Sometimes it was hard to imagine that she had that body underneath those clothes. "I'm 31, ten years older than you. You need to find a guy closer to your age to have sex with. Why are you asking me to do this?"

"I don't have any feelings for you." She saw the deflated look on his face and felt she had to explain, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I like you, but I don't worry whether you'll love me or not. I know that I could never fall in love with you. I just want you to enjoy yourself because then I'll learn what it takes to pleasure a man. I really appreciate the fact that you're blunt and approach sex like a science lesson. I also find you attractive enough that kissing you is pleasurable. Am I making any sense?"

Now, he was amused. She was making sense even if he wasn't sure he liked what he was hearing. He had no intention of falling in love either, but she hadn't done much for his ego by saying she had no feelings and knew she couldn't develop them. For the first time in his life, he felt like a piece of meat, something he was pretty sure many of his dates had felt like. But she was offering free, unfettered sex. If he turned that down he was crazy. "You make perfect sense, but you need a little time to heal. It probably won't hurt as much the next time but it's going to be a while before you have an orgasm from intercourse. Luckily there are many other ways we could get you up on that horse."

"I was hoping to have an orgasm by Friday."

He knocked over the salt and picked it up. Kenna threw some over her shoulder. House shook his head like he hadn't heard right. "Friday? You have a schedule? Why the hurry?"

"Because if Doug and I have sex after the movies, I want to know what to do and how to handle an orgasm."

House stopped in his tracks. She was using him as a springboard to sex with Doug? "I take it that you do see yourself falling in love with Doug?"

She shrugged. "He's good looking, he's a doctor, he's intelligent, he makes me laugh and he's nice to me. There's potential, isn't there?"

"Did you ever think that he might not appreciate me having sex with you if he does like you?"

"I would think he would appreciate that I had some experience."

"You think like a scientist. Men are very sensitive about sex. I wouldn't tell him that you're first time was with me, it might be too awkward, you'll scare him off."

He saw her thinking it over.

"Ok, I won't tell him but I still don't understand why he would be so sensitive. Can we start tonight?"

House thought about it as he chewed on his bread. How likely was it that Doug would have feelings for Kenna? Not very likely. Doug enjoyed the company of a lot of women and liked rotating them through his bed. He liked flirting with Kenna because she was different, but House suspected that Kenna was too much on the fringe of social acceptance to fit his ideal of a doctor's wife and yet, Doug sometimes went for the woman who didn't fit inside the box. House stopped eating for a minute. "You need another day to heal. We'll talk about it tomorrow. But you need to do something with your hair and think about buying some new clothes."

At dinner on Tuesday night they talked about Kenna's thesis. House was feeling strangely inferior- Kenna seemed so intelligent and knew so much more about neurology than he did. After talking to her, he realized she only needed a year of coursework to get her medical degree if she wanted one. House decided that Doug might just fall for her. Doug liked unusual, intelligent and accomplished women. Kenna was certainly unusual, intelligent and, in her own limited way, highly accomplished. With a little work she could be cleaned up and look hot. House wondered if it would work between them?

Kenna cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen before taking a shower. After brushing her teeth, Kenna took the time to actually blow-dried her hair and put on some mascara before walking downstairs in her bath robe.

House was watching a Clint Eastwood movie when he saw her standing by the easy chair. When the commercial came on he looked over at her. Her hair was pretty, not wild or unkept, her eyes looked bigger and she was actually quite attractive. Standing, Kenna undid the robe and revealed a very naked and beautiful body underneath.

"Jesus H. Christ, Kenna. What are you doing?"

"You said yesterday that I needed one more day to heal. I want to have sex, can we do it in your bed?" she continued to stand there with the robe open.

House kept trying to look at her eyes but couldn't take his eyes off of the breasts and pubic hair. He grimaced. He knew this was wrong, so wrong on so many levels, but he jumped up anyway. Walking over to her, he stuck his right arm inside the robe and felt her bottom while his left hand fondled her breast. House bent down to lick and blow on her nipple.

Kenna was matter of fact, "Can we do it in your bed so it's more comfortable?"

He didn't want her to talk; he just wanted to touch her. Annoyed he barked, "Yes, yes, yes..." Looking up into her eyes, he motioned to the stairs, leading her to his room.

Kenna made a mental note to change his bedding when she wanted to have sex with him. She asked him, "Do men like to have sex in the dark or in the light?"

"The light. We want to see your body and your face. It's sexually stimulating."

"Should I do anything when I get into the bed...like spread my legs or sit up or...you know anything that makes me look sexy?"

"First, it's a real turn on to undress a woman, but if you're already naked, just lie there and let him look at you. Your body is already a big turn on." House stepped out of his trousers and took off his boxers.

Kenna gave him the once over and then stared at his organ. "Wow, it sure gets bigger, doesn't it? Can I ask- is yours bigger or smaller than normal?"

"Now that's a turn off. I know I'm your science experiment, but a guy is sensitive about the size of his penis. However, since you asked, mine is normal, maybe a touch longer."

"Can I touch it?"

He started laughing as he climbed into bed. "The whole idea of sexual foreplay is for you to touch it."

She began to play with him, grabbing and stroking his balls and shaft with soft, smooth strokes. "Is that how you do it?"

He swallowed and opened his eyes. His voice raspy, he acknowledged her, "Yeah, yeah, that's how to do it. Alternate the pressure and pace." After a few minutes, he moved his groin away from her hand and pulled her body into the middle of the bed. Slipping down between her legs, he began to delicately lick and then suck, opening the folds protecting the clitoris with his tongue. He felt her flinch with pleasure when he reached the clitoris and he smiled, she was going to enjoy this.

Kenna was a little uncomfortable with the idea of a man's head being between her legs, but when he started with his tongue, she didn't care. With every dance of his warm, wet tongue she felt a tiny tingling sensation until the sensations began to cascade. She wanted to thrust or bring him inside her, but it felt too good to pause. There was a pressure, sensations building from where he was licking and they started to move out of her groin and up her chest until all she could feel were the muscles inside of her contracting and releasing as the sexual pulses overpowered her. She wanted to grab his head to make his put pressure on one spot, but she didn't want to hurt him. "Oh yes, this must be it…what it feels like… oh God...Oh Greg, Greg...it's ...oh Greg..." Her hand found his head and then she pulled it away along with her entire body. She couldn't take the continued sensations, it was uncomfortable now. As she backed up she could still feel the muscles inside contracting and releasing as the sensations decreased and then all she felt was a pleasant after-glow.

House moved up on top of her, entered her with one deep thrust, filling her completely. It was easier this time, her sex was wet and well lubricated. He knew it still wouldn't be comfortable for her, but after the pleasure she had just had, it would be easy to tolerate. House started thrusting quickly and forcefully until he stopped in mid-thrust making a face as if he was in pain. He moaned and thrust one more time as he ejaculated deep inside of her.

She wondered what would happen if she contracted her muscles while he was coming. She clamped down and his eyes flew open. He stared at her with his mouth wide open. She didn't know if she had helped or hindered the process. He started thrusting again, the orgasm having been renewed with her contraction. "Yes, oh Fuck...oh God." He stopped thrusting, relaxed on his elbow for a moment and then pulled out of her. House rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He was speechless as he continued to feel the last prickling of his orgasm. Eventually he composed himself and asked, "You are on the pill right?"

"Why ask me now? Don't I have millions of your sperm swimming inside me now, trying to find the promise land?"

"Hopefully, they're doing the breast stroke as we speak. That's why I ask. I should have asked the other night."

"I'm not on birth control. But the last day of my period was Thursday of last week. We should be ok for now."

He shook his head and said, "If you're going to do this as a hobby, you need to make sure the guy uses a condom to prevent AIDs and pregnancy. To be on the safe side, you should use a back-up birth control."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dr. House. I figured that if you had AIDS I'd see pills and other hints of it when I was cleaning."

"Trust no one."

"Fine, I won't. When I contracted my muscle your eyes flew open. Did I do something wrong?"

"I was just surprised, that was kind of advanced for your level of expertise. You're a natural at this, a real overachiever. It felt great but you have to use it with caution. Don't do it too much or it won't get the same response. I take it that when you used my name and God's in the same sentence it wasn't because you got us mixed up in your prayers."

She grinned. "The only prayer I had was that it wouldn't stop." Kenna turned to the side of the bed, sat up and grabbed her robe. Turning to him she said, "Thanks Greg, I'll change your sheets in the morning if that's ok?" She didn't wait for an answer, but he thought as he watched her get up and go back to her room that this shy, shrinking violet was becoming a blossoming rose with sharp thorns.

Kenna went to her room and was all smiles. That had gone better than she thought. She now knew that a man found it hard to resist a naked body, liked to have their genitals rubbed and could give you an orgasm with just their tongue. As for orgasms, she wanted more, lots more and she was hoping that Doug would give her one on Saturday. One thing that made sense, Greg was right, she needed protection and she needed to buy condoms just in case he didn't have any.

House went to work the next day and after a slow morning, had an even slower afternoon. This wasn't good; it gave him too much time to think about the night before. This wasn't going to end well. It was too good to be true-she had sex and then she got up and left. What more could a guy want without paying for it? House wasn't into cuddling or trying to make sweet talk just because you managed to do the universal prime directive-mate. If he thought too long about her, he started to get aroused. House stood up and started wandering around, wanting to find something to keep his mind busy. Since he had a certification in nephrology, he wandered down to the Nephrology ward to see if there might be an interesting case. Nothing. He wondered where Doug was so he climbed the stairs up to surgery finally locating Doug in the surgeon's lounge. He was watching some TV and drinking a coke.

"What's up?"

"Just finished patching up a motorcycle victim."

"What's on?"

"A Patch of Blue. You know, Sidney Portier?" Doug took a drink of coke.

"Have you gone gay on me?" House said as he sat and watched the blind girl running around in the rain.

"When does Kenna get home? I need to call her about the movie tomorrow."

"Hey man, she's nine years younger than you...are you sure you want to encourage her? She's probably got a crush on you."

Doug shook his head and laughed, "Just because you can't get anywhere with her, doesn't mean I won't. Look, she's pretty, she can cook, she's intelligent, she smells nice, she's a virgin and in two years she'll make more money than I do. She may need a little sprucing up, but it just means I can mold her into what I like."

House squirmed a little and looked away, "How do you know she's a virgin?"

"Didn't you see how she skirted the discussion on our first sexual encounters? I'm betting she's a virgin."

"Why go for her? Why not just find someone who knows what to do? Virgins tend to be all thumbs."

"There's something about her. Maybe I can be her first? She won't be comparing me to anyone."

"So, you're going to make a move on Saturday?"

"If she'll let me." Doug didn't ask House's opinion. Doug knew if House had one, he'd share it.