The rain had stopped and Eddie was standing by his van when she finished school. He grinned at her as she approached. "Hey there, beautiful. Want a ride home?"
She hung onto the strap of her bag, pulling it taut against her shoulder, leaning into the tight feeling. "Actually... Could we maybe go to yours?" Her mother would be at home at this time on a Monday and Sam didn't want to have to hide in her room to avoid an awkward conversation about her non-existent school friends. She wanted to spend more time with Eddie. Even if Jeff and the senior girls didn't like it.
His grin widened, and he bounced. "Sure. Of course." He opened the passenger door for her and held his hand out for her to take. Not asking verbally but letting her make the decision to touch, giving her enough time to prepare herself for the feeling on his skin on hers. She took his hand happily and he helped her up into the seat. Running around the front of the van, he threw himself into the driver seat and wiggled his hand into his jeans pocket to retrieve his keys. As they pulled out of the car park, he tapped his rings against the steering wheel. "Mind if I put some music on?"
"Sure," she answered without thinking. He grabbed a tape from the dashboard and pushed it into the player. The music roared out full blast and Sam's head was suddenly overwhelmed with noise and words and every thought of her own was pushed out. She closed her eyes to minimise the amount of input she had to deal with and breathed through her nose.
"Ooops!" The volume dropped. "Sorry. Too much?" She opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. There was a click as the music stopped completely. She opened her eyes and saw Eddie looking at her with concern. "You ok? Want me to pull over?"
She shook her head. His hand was still on the player so she reached out and gripped it, squeezing once before releasing it. Swallowed. Took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm fine. It's just... the words make it hard to think."
"Huh..." He looked back at the road. "All music or just music with lyrics?"
She shook her head, trying to get her scattered thoughts in order so she could explain herself. "Just lyrics. Well, English or Spanish. Instrumental is ok. And songs in languages I can't speak. The words have no meaning to my brain. But they sound nice."
He pointed at the glove compartment. "Root around in there. There's a tape in a box with a little devil doodled on it. It's some weird instrumental session that the guy in the record shop gave me. Try it and see what you think."
She found the tape and pushed it into the player. Immediately, there was noise but... relief, no words. She smiled happily.
Eddie looked over at her for a second. "Better?"
"Better." She grinned as he went back to tapping his rings against the steering wheel in time with the music. He had to slow. The traffic was snarled up on Main Street. "Eddie. Can I ask you another question?"
"You can ask me anything you want, beautiful girl." He turned and winked at her.
"Is a cherry hound what I think it is? Someone who only has sex with virgins?"
He coughed and his hands stilled on the wheel. "Where did you hear that...?"
"I overheard some girls at school. They said the guy who asked me out was a cherry hound. So, I presume he only wanted to go out with me because he knew I was a virgin and thought I'd sleep with him."
Eddie remained silent for a long time. When he answered, his tone was tight. Sharp. "Nick, right?" He glanced over at her, his mouth pulled into an unhappy line. "Nick's the guy who asked you out?"
"Yeah." Was he angry? His voice said maybe but he didn't look angry. He looked concerned more than anything.
Eddie sighed. "Yeah, it means he's on the prowl for virgins. Look, obviously you can sleep with whoever you want to. But Nick... ugh, he's not a good guy. Honestly, he's a piece of shit." His hands tightened on the wheel as he turned towards the road to the trailer park. "You can do so much fucking better than him. I'm not saying necessarily me, although if you want to, I will worship you every chance I get. But just... not him, please. Some of the stories I've heard..."
She gave him an inquisitive look, trying to put two and two together to get vaguely the right number. "You think he'd hurt me?"
He blew out a deep breath. "Not... hurt you. He's not a rapist. But he's... he wouldn't respect your boundaries. He wouldn't ask before he touched you. And he wouldn't stop unless you explicitly told him to. And that would mean that you'd need to be in the right state of mind to tell him, which might be difficult if he... overloads you. Does that make sense?"
She nodded. It made more sense than he knew. "Thank you. Don't worry. I have no intention of sleeping with Nick. And you don't need to worship me. You just need to communicate with me. Clearly."
Eddie grinned at the road in front of him, before glancing quickly at her face. "Clear communication. Got it!" He pulled up in front of his home and jumped from the van. Running around to her door, he pulled it open and helped her down. He seemed to be more full of energy than usual today. Thrumming with it. She could sympathise with that. She felt like she was thrumming a little too.
Ushering her into his trailer, Eddie pushed the door closed behind him and stared at her, still smiling. She tried to look at him without rushing. Tried not to have her eyes skitter over him too quickly. "Your ponytail looks really nice."
"Yeah...?"
"Yeah, I like it." She could feel her lips twitching, trying to form a smile but not quite succeeding. It was because of the extra energy in her muscles. It was like it had rubbed off of Eddie when he had helped her out of the van.
He pushed himself off the door with his hands and approached her slowly. "So... in the interests of this clear communication, seeing as it goes both ways, what would you like to do? Now that you're here?"
Sam took a deep breath. Be brave. He asked and you can tell him the truth. Worst case, he'll say no. Well... worst case, he might be appalled and kick you out of his home and you'll have to walk home but at least you'd have asked. "Can I see you?" He raised an eyebrow in confusion. Ooops, not specific enough. "Naked?"
His jaw dropped. "Uh..." He stared at her. Totally still. For several seconds. Like his brain needed a kick to get back on track. Did that happen to people other than her? She'd never encountered it on someone else before. It was kind of funny seeing Eddie like this, but also a little unfair. She decided to give him some more information to help him make a decision about her request.
"You can see me too, if you'd like."
All of a sudden, he bent over almost double, hanging his head below his knees and covered his face with his hands. The movement was dramatic. Dammit. Maybe he was appalled. Maybe girls weren't meant to ask questions like that. But no, that made no sense. She wanted it and he said that she should ask. How was she to ever get what she wanted if she couldn't ask for it? She was about to speak again when he jumped straight back up and held his hand out to her. He was staring at her very intensely as she slipped her fingers into his grasp. His palm felt slightly sweaty. Was he nervous? That seemed unlikely.
"Yeah. I'd like. You have no idea how much I'd like that." He grinned at her in a slightly manic way. Giddy again, she thought. "Bedroom." He led her down the hall and kicked open the door to a small room. The mess in it made her head buzz. She ignored it in favour of looking at Eddie. He was what she was interested in anyway, not the contents of his room. He reached up and pulled the curtains closed, then turned back to her. Light filtered in through the material but no-one could see them. Good planning.
She wondered if she should start given that she had suggested it, but then he reached for the waist of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It dislodged the tie in his hair and he pulled it off to let his ponytail down. He toed off his boots and started to unbutton the fly of his jeans. Pushed them down his legs with his boxers and stepped out of them before pulling his socks off. Straightened up, letting his arms hang by his sides, and then looked at her.
She swallowed. Opened her mouth. Shut her mouth again. Let her eyes drink him in. That was a lot of skin. Some of it was covered in tattoos. Other parts covered in fine dark hair. One part of him in particular drew her eye. Him being hard wasn't a surprise, she had noticed the bulge in his jeans as he was unbuttoning them. But he was really, really erect. The tip almost touched his stomach. She felt the word out in her head. Penis. She didn't like that. That felt wrong. It needed something more... She tilted her head as she considered it, considered him. Something more to the point. More forceful. Dick. Mmmm... that felt right. She could imagine his dick between her thighs, pushing into her. Stretching her. That settled, she let her eyes roam over the rest of him. She stepped around him. A bit of a squeeze in the small room. "Can I touch you?" Echoing his question back to him.
"Please..." His voice was rough. Not pain. She recognised it this time. Arousal. A lovely word. Especially lovely to see on him. She gathered his hair and curled it up in a bun at the back of his head. Reaching for his hand, she raised it to his head so that he could hold his hair in place. Then she leaned back to look at his exposed shoulders. He had the most graceful curve to his spine. He was slim but broadened a little at the shoulders and chest and then tapered to the waist. She stroked her fingertips up his spine and he shuddered under her touch. "Please..." What was he asking for?
"Please what, Eddie? What do you want?" He turned to face her at that, letting his hair fall back down over his shoulders.
"Can I see you?"
"Oh! Of course." She untied her sneakers, pulling them off with her socks. Wriggled out of her jeans, then her panties. Grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. When she looked at him, he was staring at her chest. She pushed her shoulders back, pushing her chest out a little. Not enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to give him a better view. She smiled as he stared at her. She knew her breasts were one of her better features. It wasn't pride, at least it hadn't been until now. It was just that objectively, they were good. Now though... Now she felt pride at the way Eddie was staring at her. He was transfixed. She said the word out loud. "Transfixed." Shuddered with the feel of it on her tongue.
He looked up, straight into her eyes and grinned. "Well, I mean, yeah... They're beautiful. You're beautiful. Can I touch them?" He shook his head, looking slightly dazed, "Um... you?"
"Of course." She smiled. He took a step closer and raised his hands. When his fingertips grazed gently over the curves of her breasts, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
"Your skin is so sensitive, isn't it, beautiful?" He continued to stroke. She nodded, arching her back to press herself further into his touch. She wobbled, at risk of toppling backwards until he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. She could feel his dick pressed against her stomach. She allowed herself to let out a little moan. Suddenly, sex sounded like a great idea. Him being inside her felt like the best possible idea. The only idea...
Step back from that ledge, Sam. You have a ways to go before then. Other things to try.
Eddie dipped his head and his lips met her breast. He kissed her, sucked a little on her nipples. "Beautiful," he breathed against her. And then a little louder, "Hello, ladies. Where have you two been hiding?" Sam giggled, feeling a little lightheaded. Pressing his knee forward, Eddie groaned. "Ohhhh... Sam. You need to come, beautiful. You are literally dripping down my leg."
She nodded, cheeks heating with embarrassment. "I know."
"Can I lie on you? With you? Agh! You've got me so turned on, I'm talking rubbish." He pressed his face into the valley between her breasts. She could feel him vibrating with energy.
She giggled again. "Show me?"
He nodded against her, then pulled back, holding her steady for a second before letting her go to pull the cover from his bed. He lay her down on her back on the sheet and waited while she pulled her hair from under her shoulders and adjusted the pillow. She would need to be comfortable if she was going to be able to enjoy him. When she nodded, he spread her legs and knelt between them. Leaning forward, he lay against her. Sam closed her eyes and felt him, his forehead against hers, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chest against her breasts, stomach against hers, hips against the insides of her thighs, and the hard ridge of his dick against the wetness of her pussy. There was a lot of skin touching hers. The feeling between her legs was molten. He lay still and let her adjust. "You ok?"
She nodded, opening her eyes to look down at his mouth. "Yes. But, um... not inside, ok?"
"Don't worry, sweet girl. Not inside. Let's just get you that much needed orgasm, shall we?" He moved against her, and Sam forgot to monitor or compose herself or worry about being weird. For the next several minutes, her animal brain took over and all it was worried about was how good she could feel and how good she could make Eddie feel.
When the bits of her that she recognised as Sam came back together afterwards, she was lying on her back staring at the ceiling of Eddie's room. Her stomach was damp and cool from where he had cleaned his semen off her with a cloth. Her legs felt shaky and she didn't think she could stand up right now. Her arm hurt. Why did her arm hurt? She looked down to find Eddie's hand stroking her upper arm gently. Gently for anyone else but for her, it scraped her nerves. She reached her hand over and placed it over his, holding him still against her skin.
"You ok?" He sounded sleepy.
She nodded, "I just need... holding, not rubbing. Ok? Otherwise, it's too much."
"Sensory overload. Ok. Holding, not rubbing. That I can definitely do." He raised his head from where he was lying next to her to look at her face. Her gaze flickered away from his. Sensory overload. Was that what it was?
"I'm sorry for being so loud, and..." She waved her hand around in a vague gesture. She knew she should be embarrassed but she was struggling to feel it. Maybe if she apologised now, she would feel it later.
"Glorious?" Eddie grinned. "You have nothing to apologise for, beautiful girl. You have no idea how good it is for my ego to have you come so enthusiastically against me like that. Twice!"
Sam felt her muscles thrum again. "Would you like to do that again sometime? Or maybe something else? You could put your fingers inside me maybe?" She had to bite her teeth together to keep from asking for all the things she wanted him to do to her.
Eddie groaned dramatically and dropped his head to her shoulder. "I've created a monster!"
She pouted, "Monsters need love too, Eddie...! Regularly. Daily. Multiple times a day sometimes."
Note: I don't like that line about Nick not being a rapist. As far as I'm concerned consent should be enthusiastic & freely given, not assumed until one party says no. That said, sadly I think the line reflects the attitudes of the time.