Tris and Tobias are about to get pretty adventurous, I hope you guys like it. ;)
Chapter 4:
We arrive back at our apartment. I had finished my drink now, and I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. I walk over to the bed and he walks over to his dresser as I sit, kicking off my shoes, folding my legs under me. He kicks off his boots and takes his shirt off, revealing his back covered in the black marking. I can see his large muscles flex and retract. I find something funny about their movement and let out a small chuckle. He's so well built, he's so attractive. Maybe this is what makes me so afraid that he won't like what he sees when my clothes are gone. Seeing him lacking clothing sends a thrill through me I can't really explain, I let out a low moan. He looks over at me raising his eyebrows, my face mimics his, I got caught admiring. I through my arms back and slam my back into the bed laughing. The alcohol is firing full drunk now. When I look up, he's standing at the end of the bed, still shirtless, arms crosses, grinning at me with an eye brow raised.
"Why do you keep laughing at me?" He asks. I giggle. I didn't know I giggled. He smiles. "You're a cute drunk."
"You're a sexy, drunk." I slur. It seems to have hit me so suddenly.
"I'm not drunk." He states.
"Your aaalways sexy." I exaggerate. I've never used the word 'sexy' before. Christina uses it often, I think I picked it up off her. Ordinarily I'd be too shy to use it. I have no filter at the moment though, it seems.
"What am I to do with you." He asks rhetorically.
"Kiss me." I demand. He complies. He places one knee in-between my legs and one to the side, and a hand at either side of my head, hovering over me, he drops down to press his lips to mine. He's gentle, but I don't want gentle, I push my hand into the hair behind his neck and pull him harder to me, kissing him more fiercely then I ever have. Alcohol seems to have given me a confidence I have never had before. I make a mental note to thank Christina for the tip. I feel like I could be touching more of him, I want to be closer to him, I want to touch more of him. My hand reaches up to his bare chest, warm and hard I push him, he loses balance in his arm and lands on his back. His lips leave mine, and I do not like that, I crawl onto him needing he lips back on mine. My knees are on either side of his stomach, all I know is that I want my lips on his, his tongue dancing with mine, his body against mine. His hands firmly grip my hips, he hikes up my shirt so he can touch his large hands to my bare skin around my hips.
The part of me that has never been touched by anyone else is pressed against his stomach and there's a strange feeling as I press into him, it's foreign, but very good. I never knew I was so sensitive down there. I've never focused on that before. It's much too sexual for me to have ever felt before. I know what sex is, I know how it works, we did have sexual education at school. What we are doing now is starting to become very similar to the act of sex. This should be incredibly out of my comfort zone, I should be terrified, but I'm not. I am enjoying his body, his lips; as sexual as this is, it's not bothering me. Christina had helped a little more with the sex talk earlier.
His hands are starting to grip me even tighter around my hips, a sound so low I barley hear it groans into my mouth, at that moment his hand push slightly pushing me further down his body. I somehow gasp and moan at the same time as his... you know, comes into contact with my... you know. It's much harder against me then I thought it would be. Even separated by our clothes it causes a friction I wasn't aware I needed. That was one of the best feelings I have ever experienced. I want to feel it again, I put my hands on his chest puling myself forward slighting and pushing back and down at the same time, rubbing myself against him again, a little harder. I moan very loudly, his hands grip more tightly than ever onto my hips as he groans in pleasure, almost as loud as me. That feels amazing. I have never, in my entire life, experienced something that pleasurable. My eyes open at the same time his do.
"That feels very, very good." I admit breathlessly, staring down at him. He nods slowly, breathing heavily. I was always terrified of everything even remotely related to sex, I now have no idea why that was. It was supposed to feel good, but this is different to anything I could have imagined, and this isn't even actually sex.
I realise that my lips have been parted from his for much longer than I feel acceptable. I press my lips back to his, but more than his lips, I need the friction I have only just recently discovered. I begin to move my body with my lips not leaving his, slowly gyrating up and down, we moan into each other's mouths. His hands guide my hips and he starts pushing me down slightly harder and moves me a little faster, and as impossible as it seems it feels even better. There a very strange feeling building in my lower abdomen, a pressure, another new feeling. For some reason I instinctively feel that I should move faster, push harder. I start to moan impossibly loud, Tobias' breathing gets heavier and he's moaning back to me. The pressure builds to something almost uncomfortable, but I know I shouldn't stop the friction. Then something happens. A feeling of unimaginable bliss washes over me, I moan so loudly it's practically a scream and my entire body shakes. The feeling floods my whole body, it's indescribable. I can't stop my body shaking, my arms give out and I smack down onto Tobias' chest unable to do anything but lay there and pant like I'd just ran for hours. Tobias doesn't move he just breathes heavily, this causes me to raise and fall with every breath moving his chest. After the feeling subsides and I regain control of my arms I prop myself up slightly so I can look at Tobias, he opens his eyes and looks up at me.
"Wha-what was th-that?" I ask between heavy breaths. He laughs breathily.
"Thats was a... an... um... an orgasm... I believe." He answers sheepishly, embarrassed. An orgasm? Is that what Christina was reffering to as 'getting off'. But whatever it is..
"I want it to happen again." I say bluntly. His eyes widen, his eyebrows shoot up. He smiles, chuckles then laughs. "What?" I ask.
"I...It.." he mumbles incoherently. He shakes his head and laughs. Should I not want that to happen again? My face falls. I feel like it's not good that he's laughing at me. Should I have known that was going to happen? Is it something to be embarrassed about? I have no idea, this is unfamiliar territory. I slide off him and roll over facing away from him, now I'm ebarressed. He's laughing at me.
He stops laughing the second I'm off him. He presses his body against my back and wraps his arm around my waist.
"Tris?" He asks.
"You don't have to laugh at me," I sook, "I don't know what that was, I'm very confused and you just laugh at me." I'm glad he can't see my face, I'm starting the tear up. It's strange, it usually takes a lot for me to cry. I decide he's upset me and I don't really want to be around him right now. I get up and walk into the bathroom.
"Tris!" He calls after me. I ignore him. When I get into the bathroom I lock the door behind me and turn on the shower, undressing and stepping in. As the water runs down my body it seems to take the effects of the alcohol with it. My head and vision are beginning to clear. I trail my hand down my stomach to where I had felt new things for the first time. It's wet? Not just from the shower, it's not water wet... it's different. This is all so strange it's almost frustrating, I have so many questions I just want answered. I turn the water off, wrapping my towel around me. When I open the door Tobias is right there, leaning against the frame, blocking my way.
"I wasn't laughing at you. I'm sorry, I was laughing at... I don't know, everything. It wasn't at you though." He rushes out, looking up at me. "It was just about the situation, I was... it was... I just don't even know. This is all new to me too, Tris!" He rushes out, tripping over his words, not making much sense. He seems very confused. At least he knew what that was. "I know it's not something you should be embarrassed about. It's very good and very normal that you liked that. You're supposed to." He added.
"I don't even know what that was. I'm just confused." I admit.
"It's..." It's all new to him too? I'm not sure how he even knows what it is.
"How do you know about it?" I ask. I know instantly I don't want him to have done this with anyone else, I'm not sure why, it seems very personal.
"From my friends." He admits. "They've all had sex before. They like talking about it." A wave of relief washes over me. I'm not sure why but I feel... special, being the only one he's done that with. That I'm the only one he's made that happen to.
"Okay." I don't know what else to say, I make my way past him to sit on the bed, he follows, sitting down next to me, I stare and my hands as I twaddle my fingers in my lap.
"They've said that when you... when a girl... um..." He stumbles. "It still confuses me a little bit." I'm glad he seems almost as clueless as me. Maybe if I break it down?
"Why did that happen?" I ask.
"Because, you... rubbed up against me." He answers shakily. That seems pretty basic, I wonder if it felt like that for him?
"And I'm supposed to like it?" I ask, for clarity.
"Yes, you are. Apparently that's the point of sex. We're supposed to make each other orgasm." He says. It dawns on me, I was supposed to do that to him? I don't think I did. Why didn't he get to... orgasm? Did I do something wrong?
"Why didn't you?" I ask.
"Uh..." He procrastinates, "I almost did, but you stopped." He admits. I feel terrible. That was the most amazing thing I ever experienced and he didn't get to experience it too. I turn to him now I just look at him for a bit, he seems to have a light blush. He seems very uncomfortable talking about it. I scoot back on the bed and lie down facing him, he does the same.
"Should I make that happen for you?" I ask. He immediately goes red and looks away from me. He's very obviously embarrassed, oh, how the tables have turned.
"You don't have to." He says.
"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" I ask.
"Um... no." He admits.
"I think you should." I suggest. He looks back to me again, wide eyed. "It is very... it's... well it's amazing."
"It's different for boys." He seems to be slightly more comfortable now.
"How so?" I ask.
"We... ejaculate." He goes all sheepish again.
"What's that?" I ask.
"We... cum. Like... we have a liquid shoot out. I don't really know, it's never happened..." He trails off.
"How do I make it happen?" I ask. I have a feeling it involves me touching his... you know, again. That doesn't scare me as much as it did before. I think this is what Christina called 'foreplay'.
"You want to..?" He looks at me confused. A confused expression grows on my face. Of course I do? I think he should be able to feel like I did before. I nod encouragingly.
"You... um. You touch me." He says. "You touch my...um.." This is a very uncomfortable topic. Okay. So... I touch him? His... penis. I can do that. One step at a time, I just have to... take off his pants. I run my hand down to his chest and stomach to the button of his pants. I pop it open and look up at him, his eyes are wide, afraid?
"Do you want me too?" I ask. He gulps, he opens his mouth as if to speak but just nods. I have never seen Tobias this uncomfortable or vulnerable. I defiantly never thought I'd be more comfortable with something sex related then him. I think I am a little afraid. After having an orgasm, it doesn't seem so scary? Maybe if I give him one I can have another? I'm not sure how that works, but I'm willing to find out.
I unzip the zip and pull his black jeans down his thighs, under them are thin black shorts. I can see the outline of his penis, it's very obvious. My hands are a little shaky as I pull down his underwear and see, for the first time, a penis. It seems much larger then I believed them to be from the diagrams in sexual education. It twitches. I look up at Tobias. He still seems afraid. I guess I am the first girl to see him naked. I don't know what to do now, can I ask? Is it weird to ask? Well, I don't really have another option.
"What do I do now?" I ask. He doesn't respond but he grabs my hand in his and closes my fingers around him, he's hard but smooth. He squeezes my fingers so I'm gripping him tightly, he moans as he does this. I like that sound, it means it feels good. I keep my hand secure as he removes his, then he grabs my wrist and begins moving my hand so it slides up and down the length of him, he's moaning again.
"Faster." He says quietly in a gruff voice. I comply, moving my hand faster up and down, he gets harder, I hope that's a good sign. His moans get louder, I know that's a good sign. His hips begin to buck up towards my hand, I feel like he's getting close to his orgasm. I grip very slightly tighter and move a little faster. He groans. His penis begins to twitch he moans very loudly and a rude word slips from his lips as white liquid shoots out. He's still laying on his side, facing me so it goes onto my towel. He swears under his breath the same curse word, his eyes are closed when I look at him. He opens his eyes and looks down at me, he simply brings his lips to mine.
"That was..." He trails off not knowing how to describe it.
"I know." I say. And I do. He smiles at me, he looks down.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" He says sitting up. "I ruined your towel." His face falls. I laugh.
"We can wash it." I say. It's hiked up very high, only just covering my private area, I don't know if it's the remnants of alcohol in my system or what we've just done that gives me confidence I grab the end and just pull it off my body. Tobias' eyes widen and settle on my breasts. I hear this is totally normal for men. I'm lying there in nothing, completely exposed to him for the first time.
"I've never seen someone this... undressed before." He says, eyes still focused below my face.
"Neither have I..." I admit. He looks down to the pants and boxers halfway down his legs. He sits up to completely remove them. We are now both completely naked; he looks over to me where I lay on my side facing him.
"You are so beautiful." He says in a soft, sincere voice. My fears of his disappointment in seeing me naked drift away. All my fears seem to have drifted away. I don't think I even fear what comes next, though I am certainly still nervous.
"Will sex feel better than that?" I ask.
"I don't know?" He answers, looking at me like I had again forgotten this is all new to him to. His friends have just informed him of a few more of the details. "It's supposed to."
"Woah." I breath, "I can't imagine anything feeling better than that."
"We havn't even scratched the surface of all the things I get told about."
"Like what?" I ask.
"Well, there's a lot I can do to you. Grinding isn't even counted as sex. Usually girls can't orgasm from that, so yes, it definitely gets better." He explains. I don't believe that.
"Show me?" I ask. His eyes widen.
"You want me to.." He trails off again. He's not particularly good at finishing his sentences tonight, but at least I'm good at guessing.
"I want to have another orgasm." I say bluntly. He just continues to stare at my wide eyed. "Can you make me have another orgasm?" I ask.
He stands up and then comes to lay next to me, rolling me onto my back. He kisses my neck, which feels very nice sending tingles down my spine and reaches his hand down, trailing it across my collar bone. I am so anxious, excited to feel that euphoria again. His hand comes down to cup my breast, it's the first time anyone ever has. His fingers lightly graze my nipple and I moan with pleasure. He stop trailing kisses down my neck and looks down at my breasts, he looks up at me and then bows his head and flicks my nipple with his tongue, I gasp. His lips close down around my nipple as he begins to suck on it softly, it's another new sensation for a place I never knew was so sensitive. He sucks and traces it with his tongue. I moan from the pleasure. His hand is now trailing down my stomach, he releases my nipple to take hold of the other, teasing it with his mouth. His hand is in unknown territory now, he touches something that makes me gasp loudly. He releases my nipple and lets out a sharp exhale.
"Woah." He says breathlessly. "You're very wet." He tells me.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"It means you're horny." He replies.
"What does that mean?" I repeat.
"That means," He whispers into my ear, "That you want an orgasm."
"Well, in that case, I am very, very horny." I insist. He moans into my ear and reaches lower and presses his fingers to me and begins to rub them around in circles and it feels like before, but better, so much better. I gasp and moan twice as loud as before. He continues to do that for only seconds before the tight feeling begins to fill me, he starts going faster, harder and begins to kiss my neck again. So much pleasure in so many ways I swear it takes only several seconds for me to reach my orgasm. I scream out again, this time I scream his name. My whole body shakes and he bites my neck softly which sends a completely different wave of shivers through my spine. The things this boy does to me.
What did you think? Let me know! And you should be exited because it will just get better next chapter. The smut's not over yet, not even almost!
- Kayla.