Ruby Jane

On Friday afternoon, I received a text from Lisa: Please tell me you're free tonight. Giving you like 6 hours advance notice, here.

I called her immediately. "Seriously? Where are we going?"

"Nowhere," she said. "Sorry about that. But we can watch a movie at my place together, for once. Come at eight-thirty, which is after bedtime."

"How…?"

"You'll see. I'm in the second courtyard — the little one."

I had no clue why it should suddenly work out for us to watch a movie in Lisa's room after Lulu's bedtime, but I was ecstatic. I brought popcorn and Cokes, texting her from the courtyard at exactly eight-thirty: Knock Knock.

A minute later Lisa's head popped out of an entryway door. "Hi," she said, smiling at me.

I couldn't keep the big grin off my face. "Hi." And then I kissed her right there on the doorstep. I was just so happy to see her.

"Mmm," she said. "Come upstairs, okay? But we're going to tiptoe through my room, and then through the fire door."

I followed her as she opened the door to her room — a single. Lulu was asleep on a mattress on the floor, which lay beside Lisa's bed. Her sleeping face wore a serious expression, her hair fanning out on the pillow. We tiptoed around her, then on through a wooden door, into the neighboring room. It was a single of similar proportions.

Lisa shut the door behind us. "My neighbor is on the basketball team," she said. "And they're away at Dartmouth tonight, for a preseason tournament. I asked him if we could sit in here and watch TV while he was gone."

"Brilliant. But what if she wakes up?"

She shook her head. "She sleeps like the dead. But also, I told her exactly where I'd be." She bent over her neighbor's bed, which was a tangled mess. Lisa straightened the spread as best she could. "He's such a slob. Hang on," she said. She slipped back into her own room and returned with her own comforter and pillows, arranging them on the bed. I sat down on the finished product, a pillow between my back and the wall.

The neighbor had a big flat-screen TV. Lisa flipped through the offerings, but there was nothing terribly appealing. "Let's just settle for that comedy," I said at last.

"Sure," Lisa agreed.

For about ten minutes we watched the movie, drinking Coke and snuggling against each other. But I couldn't keep my mind on the plot. The solid weight of Lisa's arm around me, and the feel of her thumb stroking my palm stoked my senses. I was all too aware of the heat of her body and the masculine scent of her soap. It was enough to make me want to launch myself at her. And I probably would have, if she hadn't gone there first.

Dropping her head, Lisa placed her lips on the side of my neck and began to kiss me. As it always did, the feel of her mouth on my body made me quiver with joy. It wasn't long before I rolled back onto the bed, pulling her down on top of me.

With a chuckle, Lisa muted the video. And then we behaved like crazy, frantic people. Her kisses were those of a starving person, devouring me. I wrenched her t-shirt over her head as if was about to burn her. She threw my top and bra across the room as if they would bite.

We'd waited a long time for this, to be alone together. Every night when I climbed into bed alone, I lay on my side, just imagining her curled up beside me. I also had sexier fantasies. I dreamt of her hovering above me, her warmth weighing me down, her hands on my body.

I'd been wanting this, but I'd also been nervous about it. Yet now, skin to skin, our kisses were hot and urgent. There was no room in my heart for nerves. She laid on top of me, caressing my breasts, her hips sliding over mine. I felt warmth blossom everywhere she touched me. She felt so right, fitted between my legs. In spite of my lack of experience, my body knew just what it wanted from her.

Things didn't slow down until she rolled aside and put her hand on the zipper of my jeans. "Ruby Jane, is this okay?" Her voice was thick with desire.

I nodded, reaching for her fly too.

In the movies, the clothes just fall right off. But the truth of the matter is that getting two people out of jeans and socks and underwear in one small bed was more awkward than I would have thought.

But never mind. In a couple of minutes we lay facing each other on the bed, nary a thread of clothing in evidence. One of my hands rested on Lisa's naked hip. Her free hand caressed my sternum. "Tell me what you like," she breathed.

I had never been naked with anyone before, and the sheer beauty of her overwhelmed me. I was in way over my head, and it would have been exactly the right time to tell her that I was a virgin. But I didn't do it. Instead I said, "What I like is you."

As she leaned in to kiss me, her hand began a slow descent down my body. She paused at my belly to trace distracting circles there, before raking into the hair between my legs. And when her fingers found the wetness pooling there, we both gasped. Then I was paralyzed by the sensation of her touch, her fingers slicking an exquisite circle in a place where no one had ever touched me.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh and oh… My mind was a continuous loop of surprise and delight. Distracted, my hand slipped off Lisa's hip and onto her penis. "Mmm," she said as I grazed it. So I wrapped my fingers around it, surprised at how perfectly straight it pointed up towards her chest. It was hard and silky at the same time, and when I slipped my hand up the length of it, she made a happy groan from the back of her throat.

Heaven.

Before long, it was difficult to breathe, and touch her, and kiss her and not faint from arousal all at the same time. Something had to give. My head rolled back onto the pillow and my hand released her. And then I was down to just the breathing and the miracles happening beneath Lisa's hand.

She moved closer to me then, her lips on my neck, one of her knees bent across my thighs. I was drowning in sensation, and in the wonder of so much of her skin pressed against mine. Then I felt a sort of heady acceleration, like feet running too quickly downhill. And a wave of pleasure swept me under, shimmering everywhere she touched me. I felt my back arch up off the bed, my hips twisting involuntarily. And I was lost to myself.

The next thing I knew were Lisa's fingertips pressed gently to my lips, and her chuckle in my ear. "Shh… You'll wake the neighborhood," she said softly.

I sucked in oxygen as her words made it into my consciousness. "Sorry!"

She nuzzled into my hair. "You have nothing to be sorry about. It's just too bad that I don't turn you on at all." She chuckled again.

Embarrassed, I punched her on the arm.

"Easy, killer." She folded me close to her chest, where I tried to slow down my breathing.

"Wow," was all I had to say for myself.

She cupped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. "You sexy thing," she whispered, kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding onto her body. She felt so good underneath me, all solid muscle and taut skin. We kissed, and her hips rolled gently underneath me. Her erection pressed into my belly.

That's when I finally began to feel nervous, because I wanted to make Lisa feel as wonderful as she'd made me feel. And I really had no idea what I was doing.

--

Lisa

To say that I was raring to go would be a dramatic understatement. And it wasn't only because I hadn't had sex in a ridiculously long time. That was part of it. But the anticipation was sweeter than that. My life was shit right now, and meeting someone special had not been on my agenda. But it had happened anyway, somehow. And so here I was, skin to skin with the most amazing girl I'd ever met.

Ruby Jane slipped off my body so that we lay facing each other again. Tentatively, she curled her hand around my shaft, her soft fingers stroking me. Damn. I had to clench every muscle in my body to try to control myself. And then I kissed her again, because it was either that or I'd probably start moaning like an overzealous porn star.

I wanted Ruby Jane. Badly. Even though we'd never had the chance to have sex before in real life, in my fantasies she and I were already Division One champs. My imagination was pretty vivid, but the real thing was so much better. The way her soft hair slid across my chest made me crazy. And the intense, sexy look in her eyes just about undid me.

I felt like a cartoon bomb with a fuse that was already lit. It was only a matter of time before I detonated. My hips moved of their own volition. She stroked me, and sighed into my mouth. And life was very, very good. Maybe too good.

"Ruby Jane," I whispered, catching her hands in mine. "If we're going to have sex, you'd better stop that. But if you don't want to go there tonight, that's okay too."

She blinked, hesitating. And for a moment my body quivered with the fear that she was about to call everything to a halt. "I want to," she whispered.

Blowing out a breath, I made myself count to ten before I reached for the condom, which was in my jeans, somewhere on the floor. My body was on fire, but at the same time I didn't want to rush this. This was Ruby Jane. I wanted to do everything right.

"I never was much of a basketball fan until tonight," she murmured.

"What?" I asked, stupidly. "Oh!" I laughed. I'd forgotten the rest of the world existed. There was only Ruby Jane and I, and bare skin.

Rustling through our discarded clothing, I finally came up with the packet I sought. When it tore, the room filled with that telltale medicinal odor which foretold imminent gratification. I rose up and rolled it on, all the while feasting on the sight of Ruby Jane's lush body stretched out beneath me. I'd done this a hundred times before, but never with such sweet anticipation. This girl, and this moment were both rare gifts.

Trying to go slow, I stretched out over her. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, kissing her. But even to my own ears, the words didn't measure up to the way I really felt. Every time she touched me, it felt as if she was saving me from something.

I nudged her knees apart with my own. And that's when I saw it — a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. And her body tensed.

Lifting my head, I paused. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Perfectly," she said. But her voice shook.

I propped myself up on one elbow and teased a finger around her nipple. "Ruby Jane, don't take this question the wrong way. But have you done this before?"

Again she hesitated. And then, slowly, shook her head.

"Christ," I swore. And then we blinked at each other for a moment, before I swung myself up and off her, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

A warm hand landed on my lower back. "Lisa…? What's the matter?"

There had been many moments in my life when Ruby Jane's admission would not have even slowed me down. "Maybe we shouldn't," I said. God knows I wanted to. But for her, it wouldn't just be sex. It would be a Big Deal. And I didn't think my life could sustain any more drama. I was so tapped out. Which meant that I probably wasn't thinking straight. And Ruby Jane deserved better than that.

"Hang on." She scrambled up to sit beside me. "I think… I just became another thing you have to take care of, didn't I?"

I dropped my head. Because she wasn't far off the mark.

"Lis, I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

"But what if it is a big deal?" I asked. Her first time shouldn't be on a stranger's bed, with someone who's life was circling the drain.

"Why does it have to be? This was my choice. You asked very politely, and I said yes instead of no. And now you're rejecting me."

"Damn." I curled an arm around her back. "I'm not rejecting you. I could never reject you." I rubbed the space between her shoulder blades. "It's just that girls… some people think the first time is supposed to be… I don't know. Important. But usually it's just awful. Or maybe that's just me and all my dopey friends."

The tension bubbled out of her then, in the form of a giggle. Her soft skin shook against me as she laughed. Her head landed on my shoulder, that soft hair torturing me again. "So what's the solution? Because if you won't be my awful first, then you can't be my excellent second. And if by some miracle Harkness Basketball makes it into the NCAA tournament, we'll be stuck watching whatever movie is on."

Smiling, I dropped my head into my hands. "Have you met our basketball team?"

"Lisa," she whispered, her fingers lightly stroking my hip. "We can talk about basketball if you want to. But…" Her hands wandered onto my groin, just like they did every night in my dreams.

I held back a groan. "Does anyone ever win an argument with you?"

"Not often."

I turned to meet her eyes, and her gaze was steady. She didn't look nervous. Still, something held me back. "Seriously, Ruby Jane. How are you going to feel about it tomorrow?"

She leaned in, brushing her lips across mine. "You'll just have to ask me tomorrow." Then she kissed me, both her hands massaging my pecs. It was potent stuff.

When she slid her tongue into my mouth, I pushed her down on the bed. "You're very persuasive," I said. "Wait for me a sec." I got up and stumbled into my boxers, then opened the fire door a crack. Lucy was out like a light, wheezing just a little with each breath. I grabbed something out of my desk drawer and then tiptoed back to Ruby Jane.

"What's that?"

"It's lube. Because I really don't want to hurt you."

She settled onto her back. But I didn't climb on top of her right away. I wasn't in a hurry anymore. If she wanted to do this with me, I was going to make it good for her.

I lay down next to her, smoothing her hair away from her face, trailing a hand down her belly. Kissing her. Touching her the way I had before.

"Nervous?" I whispered. Our kisses were as gentle as I could manage, under the circumstances. My dick was starting to remember that we were just about to get some. I was throbbing with need.

Ruby Jane shook her head. "I'm only nervous about… you liking it too. I don't know what I'm doing."

My lips paused on her cheekbone. "You never touched anyone before?"

"You're not going to freak out again, are you?"

I laughed. "No. I'm just going to wonder how in the hell it's possible that you never had a boyfriend in high school. You're hot, Ruby Jane."

"It… I had dates when I was younger, and always fought them off. Lots of grabby sixteen year olds tried."

I chuckled against the smooth skin of her neck. "If I'd met you when I was sixteen, I would have grabbed you too."

"But last year… can we not talk about this, actually?"

I wrapped both arms around her in a protective embrace. "Sorry. None of it matters, anyway."

"We already decided that," she whispered.

"Yes we did." I gave her the slowest, most controlled kiss I could manage.

"I want to make you happy, Lis."

"You already do." I took her hand and guided it to my shaft. "Guys are easy," I breathed into her ear. "There's only one button to push." Her fingers closed around the condom. So I lowered her hand, and when her palm curved around my sack, I let out an achy breath.

There was no more talking for a while. I tended to her, touching her until she began to whimper with pleasure. And when I finally rose to kneel between her knees, there wasn't any fear in her face. I doused myself with lube, and while she watched me touch myself, her eyes were hooded with lust. "Still good?" I asked, and she barely managed to nod.

But now I was nervous. Taking myself in hand, I eased forward, pressing slowly onward. I watched her face for trouble. She frowned just for a second. Christ, she was tight. And I realized I was holding my breath. But then her face softened.

Holding perfectly still, I asked, "are you okay?"

"Better than okay," she whispered.

I eased back, and she smiled at me. And when I pressed forward again, she sighed, her breasts arching upward. And the sound of it rushed through me, tightening up my balls, pressing the small of my back.

Jesus.

I went slow, but it didn't cool me off any. The slide of my body against hers was delicious. Her eyes tracked me in a lusty haze, and the whole experience almost killed me. I put my elbows down on the bed and made the symbol for "time out" with my hands. "I need to talk about basketball for a second."

"What?"

I needed a moment to pull myself back from the action. And basketball bored the snot out of me, so it was the perfect distraction. Instead of admiring Ruby Jane's lush body beneath me, I tried to think about skinny men in baggy nylon shorts, their shoes squeaking on the gymnasium floor.

Must. Relax.

Ruby Jane reached up to put her hands on my face. "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head. "Everything is going a little too well. Do you know any basketball trivia? I just read that the shot clock is eleven seconds longer in college ball than in the pros. Wait… the shot clock is not the image I need right now."

Her lips curved into a smile. "Lis, I wasn't freaking out before. But if you keep talking about basketball when your…"

I didn't let her finish the sentence. Instead, I took her mouth in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around my back, and the kiss went wild. With my mouth locked onto hers, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. My hips settled into a rhythm, and my breathing became hot and tight. And Ruby Jane seemed to join the swing of things, meeting me on every stroke.

"Ruby Jane," I panted between kisses. "You make me so fucking happy. Every day you make me happy." I forced myself to slow the pace, circling my hips against hers. And Ruby Jane gasped with pleasure. "You like that?" I whispered. I did it again. And in my arms, she seemed to gather herself in.

"Lis," she breathed, her eyes closed. I ground against her, and then I watched as it took her under. She arched off the bed and moaned.

"Oh, fuck yes," I bit out. I covered her mouth with my own and jacked my hips. Straining with pleasure, I came like a freight train. She gripped me with her knees as I rode it out, sweating and wild.

Seconds later I collapsed onto the bed, pulling her closer. My eyes were slammed shut, but I didn't need to look at Ruby Jane to know that everything was okay. Her hands skimmed my body with a reverent touch, and her lips grazed my ear.

"So," I said, hoarse from exertion. "Good thing I got all worried about that."

"But you promised me it would be awful," she whispered.

"Did I?" Her hips fit perfectly into my hands. "Maybe next time."

--

Ruby Jane

I could have stayed there forever, curled up with her. Her arms encircled me, and I listened to the sound of her breathing. I waited for the slap of shame to come along and ruin it for me. Look how J.P. Kim's daughter spends her Friday nights. But the dark thoughts just wouldn't stick. Lisa's arms were warm, and I could hear the thunk of her heartbeat under my ear. It was the most peaceful moment I'd had in weeks.

"We should get some sleep," she said eventually.

"I know. I'll go," I said quickly.

"We can stay here together," she said. "But I can't have us naked if Lulu opens that door in the morning. Let me find you something to wear."

Lisa fetched me a pair of flannel boxer shorts and a t-shirt for each of us. We curled up together again on the bed. And even though I was sure I would lay awake all night just appreciating her, I fell asleep almost instantly.

There was barely any light in the sky when Lisa woke me the next morning, her fingers running up and down my spine. "I hear Lulu walking around my room," she whispered.

I sat up quickly. "I'd better go."

"Don't panic," she said. "I'm sure she's sticking a cartoon DVD in my laptop right now, and rooting for junk food. She's a bit of an opportunist."

Quietly, I got dressed. Lisa and I were sitting on the edge of the bed, cuddling our goodbyes when the fire door opened.

When I turned my head, Lulu looked from Lisa to me and back again. "Lili, do we have any pop tarts?" she asked.

Lisa held out an arm, chuckling. "Lu, come here a sec."

The little girl walked over and slid easily onto Lisa's knee. Set against her muscular shoulder, she looked tiny. Doll-like.

"Lu, in the first place, the pop tarts were a special treat, and they're gone. You can have Cheerios or yogurt. But how about a good morning? This is my girlfriend, Ruby Jane."

The little girl patted Lisa's arm absently. The gesture — her slim fingers on her big wrist — was so natural and trusting that I felt a lump in my throat. "Good morning," she said, scrutinizing me. "Ruby Jane's hair isn't red like ours," she pointed out. "So why are you named that?"

"Good point," I told her. "I guess I should have thought that through."

Lisa gave me a strange look, and I kicked myself for saying it.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Ruby Jane?" Lucy asked.

I shook my head. "No, and I always wished I did."

Then her face lit up. "Hey, is that popcorn?"

"You can have it," I said, nodding toward the bag.

"…after breakfast," Lisa said quickly.

Lulu slid off Lisa's knee and picked up the bag. "Thank you. I'm going to watch a video now." Then she turned on her heel and went back to the other room. I could hear SpongeBob's voice as the door shut on her.

"Sorry," I said right away. I meant to leave before Lulu saw me.

"Ruby Jane…" she whispered into my ear. "I'm not sorry about anything. You and I were just talking. She wasn't robbed of her innocence."

I flinched, because "robbed of innocence" was one of the phrases that regularly appeared in articles about my father.

"Listen," Lisa said, kissing my ear. "I don't even want to guess what things that kid saw in her so-called home."

"You never told me why you took her away."

She slipped her arms around my waist, her voice low in my ear. "It was summer term, and I was living on campus. I was starting to realize that my mom was losing her way. When I'd stop by, there were strange people in the house. Lulu seemed skittish…" she stopped talking for a second, pulling me closer. "It was freaking me out. And then I went over there one day and found they'd put a lock on the outside of her door. They locked her in there, Ruby Jane. And when I opened the door, she jumped a mile."

She took a deep, shuddering breath. "So I just took her. We packed up some of her clothes and a couple of stuffed animals, and we never went back. She hasn't asked about mom since September."

"My God," I whispered.

"So…" her voice was thick. "If that little girl sees you and I sitting here, saying nice things to each other — that's the right thing for a kid to see." She rubbed my back. "You're one of the good guys, Ruby Jane."

My eyes pricked with tears. "You don't know that."

She cupped my face in her hands. "Yeah, I do." Then Lisa kissed me with lips so soft and gentle that it nearly stopped my heart.

"I'm going to leave you two to your morning," I said afterwards, squeezing her one more time.

"It's very hard to let you go, you beautiful creature."

"Then I'll go fast. See you in class on Tuesday." I stood up and marched out her neighbor's front door.

Since it was only eight o'clock when I walked into my common room that Saturday morning, it was something of a shock to encounter both Katies. They were lacing up their running shoes. And staring at me.

"You are so busted," Blond Katie smiled. "Look at you, doing the walk of shame."

I giggled, my embarrassment complete.

She stood up to stretch her quads. "Tell us. Does Lisa have freckles on her dick?"

I put my hands in front of my eyes. "Jeez, Katie."

"Well? Does she?"

"It was dark."

Katie giggled too. "Get changed, Ruby Jane. Since you're up, you might as well join us on our run."

I was just about to decline like I always do. But I heard myself say, "you know, I think I will."

That afternoon I sat on the window seat, supposedly doing my Italian homework. But I was also texting with Lisa.

LISA: Lu asking about you. Your favorite color, etc.

ME: Let's go with red.

LISA: Favorite book?

ME: Ballet Shoes.

LISA: Huh. Now she's your new groupie. She loves that book.

ME: My work here is done.

LISA: She asks if I love you.

Oh boy. With my heart pinging around in my chest, I tried to think up a breezy reply. But there weren't any. Silence was the only response that wasn't entirely loaded. Then my phone chimed again.

LISA: I said yes, obviously.

ME: *SWOON!* Tell her I'll pay her the 5 bucks tomorrow

LISA: LOL! Signing off to read a chapter of Harry Potter.

"You're grinning like a fool over there," Blond Katie observed.

"Can't help it," I sighed.

Katie clutched her chest. "Oh, you've got it bad. I can tell."

Sunday, Ponytail Katie had another fashion crisis. She'd been invited to a dinner party that evening at some fraternity or other. And dress was not casual. "I don't have the right shoes. Not even close. And there's nowhere to shop around here. I should have gone to Columbia. It's only a subway ride to Bloomingdales."

I laughed out loud. Today, the Katies' first world problems were more funny than irritating. "I might be able to help you," I said.

"But all your shoes are sneakers," she moaned.

"True. But I also have a car."

"What?" the Katies yelped in unison. "Ruby Jane!" Blond Katie gasped. "You've been holding out on us."

"I don't ever use it," I admitted. "But I'll drive you to the mall, if you two will help me with a few questions on the way there."

"Deal!" they squealed.

Half an hour later, I drove out of Harkness, both Katies in tow. Hopefully neither of them would wonder why a girl from Miami Beach had New Hampshire plates on her car. Soon we were accelerating toward the big mall in Stamford.

"So what do you need help with?" Blond Katie asked.

If she hadn't remembered to ask, I probably would have chickened out. At just the thought, I felt my face heat. Best to just get this over with. "Birth control," I blurted. "Where do I go — and what do I ask for?"

"Oh, that's easy," Ponytail Katie said from the passenger seat. "The gyno department phone number is 4900, and you want an appointment with Barbara. The minute you set foot in her office, she'll ask you if you need birth control. Say yes. The end."

"Well, okay." I could do that.

"What else do you need to know?" Blond Katie asked from behind us. "I'll make you a list of my favorite sex toys. The Lelo corporation should name a wing of their corporate headquarters after me. I'm like their best customer."

"Omigod," Ponytail Katie laughed. "You're making Ruby Jane blush. That is so cute."

When I'd chosen my new name, my reasoning had nothing to do with blushing. But it might as well have. Because I was so good at it. "I'm not up to… those yet," I stammered.

"Pity," Blond Katie said. "What are you up to?"

"Well," I kept my eyes on the road, so I wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye. "Lots of things. Except I've never given, erm…"

"Given… a rim job? A prostate massage?"

Lord, I didn't even know what that second thing was. "A blow job," I blurted.

There was a stunned silence in my car. "Wow," Ponytail Katie whispered finally. "I'm so glad I wasn't home schooled."

"Right," I snorted.

"Girlfriend, there is nothing to it," Blond Katie piped up. "Do you like ice pops?"

"Sure?"

"That's all you need to know. Lick it. Suck it. Never use any teeth."

"Gotcha," I said as my face flamed away.

"Seriously, there's a whole lot of extra credit techniques you could learn on YouTube. But you don't need that, because enthusiasm counts for ninety percent of your grade."

"Good thing." I tried to imagine myself Googling "how to give a blow job." And failed.

We went to the mall, where I ate a giant pretzel from one of those evil kiosks that belches the irresistible scent of warm butter into the air. And I watched with amusement while the Katies shopped for lingerie.

I felt lighter that weekend. It was as if my new life had finally put down little roots. The Katies were less annoying to me all of a sudden. I'd been hating them for their self absorption. But now that I had a taste of living in my own little dreamland, my stomach fluttering every time I pictured Lisa leaning over me in bed. I was distracted. And happy. And whimsical.

It felt damned good.