Tuesday, October 20, 2009

We've only just begun: Part two

The following day, at work, I was full of nervous anticipation.

I watched him go through slide after slide of meaningless computer drivel. I was day dreamy and impatient. He smiled at me often, as if to say “just you wait”.

We talked during lunch break outside, careful not to touch each other. Dating or sleeping with other employees was frowned upon.

He asked if I would like to come over that night and watch a movie. I said, “I’d love to...” and in my head added, “Have sex with you”.

I went to the gym after work. I’d been going consistently for a few weeks and really enjoyed it. That night, I remember nothing. I couldn’t tell you what machines I used, or how long I stayed. I floated in, did things, showered, and floated out.

His house was in a large subdivision and when I pulled up, it wasn’t quite dark yet.

I rang the bell and he let me in. I don’t know what I was expecting exactly, but it wasn’t his parents sitting in the living room...living there...watching the pre-walk of shame.

He introduced me, quite flippantly, and I awkwardly waved and said hello. Then I followed him up the stairs, glancing back at his parents to gauge their reaction. I don’t think they even glanced up from the TV after I walked in the door.

Once I was in his room, I forgot all about them.

We picked a movie (I’m pretty sure it was Eurotrip) and settled down on the bed. We talked about work and I asked him about the pictures of children around his room.

“I have three sons”, he said nonchalantly.

I balked. “THREE?”

He told me a little about them, their names and ages and the tiny little fact that they all had different mothers. Then he mentioned that he had a vasectomy. Of course, I thought, why wouldn’t he? Three kids at 28. (Ah, 18 year old Ally...your ignorance amuses your 24 year old self.)

I was surprised by all the information he was throwing at me. I’d never liked children and I’d never slept with anyone that much older. The truth is, after the first few minutes, I didn’t care. I had decided that he was pretty much perfect, kids or no kids, and I was determined that we would have a relationship.

I was lying on my stomach, chin in hands, watching the movie. He was propped up against the headboard, ankles crossed and nestled against my body.

I felt him slide his hand up the leg of my pants and rub my calf. I continued watching the screen while he shifted over me, lifted the hem of my shirt and licking the small of my back. I was biting the shit out of my bottom lip, which is what I do when I’m nervous or insanely turned on...or both.

He grasped my shoulders and I allowed him to turn me over. He leaned over me. One hand braced on the bed and the other cupping the side of my face, he stared directly into my eyes. I’d never seen that look in a man’s eyes before...because I’d never slept with a man. Boys...only boys. That stare was impossible to break, intense, knowing, calculating...scary. I was shivering before he even really touched me.

He pulled his shirt over his head and gawd, he was sexy...with just the right about of muscles and tattoos on his upper arms.

He made short work of my clothing and the rest of his, pausing to kiss me every so often.

I was on fucking fire. I was touching him, kissing him, and begging him to touch me more. He ran his tongue down my body, pausing to lick my inner thighs and I made a noise of protest. I’d never liked oral sex. But he grinned at me and moved in anyway, pinning my wrists to the bed when I raised my hands to say no.

He didn’t have to hold them long...they went limp, and then grasped the bed sheets tightly when he paused to bite my thigh. I think that was the first time I came, but who really knows? I felt like a bomb set to go off every few minutes and each explosion, though slightly different, left me more breathless and more...gone. I think my mind was gone. I had no idea what was happening, really.

My mind might have deserted me, but my mouth was clearly present. I believe he had to say “Shhhh” several times. When he finally slipped inside me, he had to cover my mouth with his to keep me quiet. It had been eleven months and, well, you guys know...right?

We didn’t have sex that night. I can’t call it that. He was intense, tender, achingly slow, and every single movement was made for me. At the time, I called it making love. Now, years later, I call it artful seduction.

But I’ll have to save that for next time.


Organic Meatbag said...

Geez, are you sure this isn't one of those readers' letters to Penthouse?? Hahahaha!

Anonymous said...

OMG you have me reaching for Jack! Jack Rabbit!


Steam Me Up, Kid said...

Wow. You should really think about writing a sexy novel. I bet you made like 15-20 boners happen today with this. You're like the boner whisperer.

Eric said...

mmmm... good stuff, wait a minute, three kids??? I would just want one or two.

Heh, I have a sordid story to tell about an old coworker who had two kids with different mothers by 22 and was having sex with some lady in the apartment above where he and his pregnant wife were living. She caught them and went into early labor, and it even gets worse. What a dick.

mo.stoneskin said...

Three kids, tattooed and lived with his tv-watching parents! Crumbs!

Hunter said...

I'm starting to smell trouble.

Oh, and I totally agree with Organic Meatbag on the Penthouse thing. ;)

Judearoo said...

Fdhuuuh... slightly speechless.

Smoking hot, lady.

Also sensing a little nostalgia for that old innocent Ally who already has this man labeled as 'Mr Perfect' when he obviously is not. Am remembering that girl in me too... a loooong time ago.

Great post.

The Peach Tart said...

It's good to find a man who knows his way around a woman's body.

Lola Lakely said...

Steam Me Up, Kid- that comment really made me laugh. The boner whisperer. Hahaha!

In any case, am i sensing a part 3 here? I want to know what happened! Awesome build-up by the way!

Gorilla Bananas said...

What would you have said if he hadn't shushed you?

sAm said...

And when oral is done the right way, nothing else comes close!

loveandbooze said...

Oh, yea, Ma'am you are good! have you considered a career in Romance?

Mr. Condescending said...

Stop it, this is not helping me.

Great post, not great while driving though.

Tennyson ee Hemingway said...

Jesus, this story just gets better and better. I need to shower.

just me said...

That is a great story.

And yes...a fine line between making love and artful seduction. But bonus points to a dude who can seduce...

erin said...

"We've only just begun" has been stuck in my head since I read this post yesterday.

I blame you...obviously. Cause who else should I blame.

mysterg said...

How hot was this? Phew, need to have a cold shower now!

mylittlebecky said...

dear boner whisperer (tm*),
thanks for the girl boner.

ps you are hot
pps i don't have a penis.
ppps ha! penis!


ladytruth said...

Bloody hell, this was so hot even I felt like I was eleven again and watching my first ever proper love scene in the movie The Lover. After watching that everything else seemed pale in comparison until now. Amazingly written; your life is quite the adventure

Anonymous said...

Ahhhh the suspense! Stop that! I NEED TO KNOW!

Maryx said...

This is hot. And innocent. And overwhelming. Wow. Strange how when we look back upon things we did or felt, or both, we can hardly believe it now.

3 kids?! OMG! HUGE red flag sweetie! But yeah, I understand too, that the emotional whirlwind you were in made that fact seem trivial. At best. Determined that you wouldn't be one of them, that you would GET him and KEEP him... and to be so wrong. I hate that. And my heart breaks for you because of that. But at the end of the end. It's better that way.

Everything happens for a reason.. well that's what I believe.