“Honestly Keith, it’s none of your business. I’d appreciate it if you don’t ask me again.”
“Fine.”
She looked at me seriously for a minute. “Do you really like to know?”
“Sure.”
“I broke up with him. I have been trying really hard for him to you, you know… take me to bed. He doesn’t want to.”
I frowned then. But that’s weird. What kind of a man wouldn’t like to take Nancy Walters to bed?
I cleared my throat. “Did he say why?”
She shrugged. “He said he doesn’t want to hurt me and that virgins are out of his league.”
Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. “I see.”
“So what about you? Do you think virgins are off limits?”
“Err. Not exactly.” I said
“Not exactly? Then what exactly?”
“Well, I can’t say. I haven’t taken a virgin to bed before.”
“I see.” She said and let out an exasperated sigh. “I used to never think it would be an issue. Guess I was wrong huh?”
“Look. It’s not that bad, okay? Save it for a better guy.”
“You’re probably right. Thanks, Keith.”
“Welcome.”
She smiled then and patted the space beside her. “Why don’t you sit beside me while we wait for the pizza? Keep me company.”
“Hmmmm, are you sure it’s okay?” I look at her stack of magazines. You might be missing out on Cosmo and Marie Claire.”
“Silly. No, it’s okay. Maybe you can help me try something I learned from Cosmo.”
I looked at her, having no idea what she’s talking about. “Come here.” She said.
I sat beside her and for the first time in my life, I was not sure what to do next. The smell of her hair was driving me crazy-it smelled like lemons and toasted coconuts. Maybe I was imagining things. I felt my pulse going wildly. She looked at me and moved her face so that it was only inches away from mine. She licked her lips provocatively and bit her lower lip as she continued to gaze at me. “Kiss me, Keith.” She whispered as she traced her fingertips on my lips. They felt like silk on my lips. I was not able to hold back. I slowly dipped my lips to hers and she sighed then. I held her to me and kissed her again and again until she opened her mouth for my tongue. She tastes really good, like orange Tic Tacs, and she’s very warm. I teased her with my tongue and I heard her made a tiny whimpering sound that really turned me on.
I held her close to me and she put her arms around me. The gesture felt so natural, as if we have done it a million times. I sucked her tongue and tried to plunge deep into her mouth. It felt absolutely amazing. I felt myself getting a hard on and I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. Just when we were starting to heat up, the pizza came. What a bummer!
We started laughing afterwards and enjoyed eating our pizzas. She’s not as scary as I thought. In fact, she turned out to be one of the easiest women to talk to. She laughs like crazy and she’s not at all self-conscious. Overall, I enjoyed that time with her so much, even if we ended up with only a kiss. I thought about how it must be like for her to be rejected by her own boyfriend. Honestly though, it’s a weird reason to say no to a girl. About an hour after that, my brother arrived together with Granda and Grama. So much for keeping the babysitter to myself.
That night was a drag for me. I was not able to sleep well. The object of my fantasies was literally on my lips.
The following day was a Saturday and mom was scheduled to have some R amp; R with her friends. She left early so it was just me, Nancy, and Peter. My brother can be really hyper during the day and that day was no exception. He played tag with the dog, ran with the neighbour kids, and spent the afternoon playing by himself in his room. Nancy was with him like every minute and believe me, it was a challenge to approach her when I don’t know how to even begin our conversation. I never had any issues like this in the past, so it’s safe to say that there’s something in her that makes me a bit tongue tied. I caught her making some lemonade at the kitchen and so I sat at the table and watched her squeeze a number of the fragrant fruit and concoct a cooler to beat the heat. I sat on the chair nearest to her and she didn’t even react when my knees brushed her thighs as I sat.
As she worked, her foot caressed my legs. I was wearing shorts then and her foot was so smooth that I couldn’t help but be pleased. Well, more than pleased. Since my hand is hidden from view, in case Peter comes in, I grabbed her butt and squeezed it lightly. My hand was full and I love how soft and fluffy her butt feels against my hand. She was wearing a skirt then and I took a chance, reached under it and caressed her thighs. She must have loved the way I was touching her there because she grinded her hips ever so slowly as I did my business.
Her thighs are so smooth and creamy. My hands can seem to stop touching them. While she move, I can smell her cologne-something that reminds me of lush green meadows-fresh, clean, yet edgy. Mingled with her womanly aroma, it becomes even more intoxicating. I rubbed my forefinger on the front of her panty, which is so wet. God, is she always this wet?
I continued to rub her gently as she continued to squeeze the lemons. She can hardly concentrate from what I can see. She sighed softly as I teased her and lightly inserted my finger inside the leg band. She quickly finished what she was doing and patted my hand. “Later.”, she mouthed.
Good thing she did that because Peter came rushing in the kitchen looking for her. He was crying. “Oh, what happened, pal?” I asked. “There was a monster on my TV!” I tried to hard not to laugh. He rushed towards Nancy and held her waist. “Oh Nancy, he looked awful! I was sooo scared!” Nancy ruffled his hair and gave him a glass of lemonade. “Here, drink this. I promise when we go up, he’d be gone.”
He looked at her expectantly. “Really Nancy?”
“Yeah, really.” I shook my head to that. How come my babysitters when I was a kid weren’t nice like her? I thought bitterly.
I stretched my body then stopped suddenly as I felt the impact of my erection. I hurried upstairs to my room. This is so embarrassing. I thought about her all afternoon. That was the first time a woman had that effect on me. She’s a paradox-pretty much demure and coy, but has a certain undeniable boldness to her. She’s very much addictive.
That night, Peter slept quite early. I went downstairs to get something to eat. It was past 9 and Nancy was to stay till mom gets home-which was tomorrow morning according to her recent text. I saw her seated at a couch, reading some books. “Your pet ran out of batteries?”
She looked up and smiled. “Yeah.”
I looked at the books stacked beside her. There were some Sidney Sheldon books, Archie comics, and a couple of tattered ones I can barely recognize. “I didn’t know you’re a bookworm.”
“I don’t consider myself one. I just read so I won’t fall asleep.” She said.
I held her and whispered in her ear. “Come up with me upstairs.”
She nodded. “You may bring your books if you want to.” I added. “Although I can’t promise you’ll have a minute to even read them.”
“Fair enough.” She said as she gave me a light peck on the cheek. I helped her carry the books and led her upstairs at the end of the hall where my room was. My room was not so much of a mess as I spend some time cleaning before I invited her in.
She allowed herself become adjusted to the lighting in my room and sat on one of my bean bags. I closed the door and when I turned to face her, she was looking at me oddly and was flicking her hair. I swallowed hard. She crossed her legs and smiled at smiled at me as she motioned me to sit beside her. I sat nervously beside her and looked at her bare face. She was breathtakingly beautiful up close-it was a torture trying to restrain myself from touching her. She started removing her blouse when I stopped her to hold her hand. I kissed her then, wanting to have a taste of her mouth again. Since she’ll be staying the entire night, I hate to be rushed. Her mouth tasted like cherry candy-fruity and sweet and I remembered the cherry candy tarts near her books. She’s made even more delicious.
I kneeled in front of her and kissed her, my hand settled on her waist. I loved all the sounds she made as my tongue plunged inside her warm mouth. I can feel her getting all warmed up and I sigh as my tongue played with
