Christos nodded down at me. “She’s right here.”
I frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“I totally do,” Romeo said confidently. “He’s going to do
“Romeo!” I blurted.
When Christos chuckled, I swatted his arm. “Stop!”
Christos only laughed. “He said it!”
Christos and I still hadn’t had sex yet, but geez, did Romeo have to make a national headline out of it? SAMANTHA SMITH, LAST COLLEGE VIRGIN IN AMERICA. I pictured those grainy grocery store gossip magazine photos of me and Christos running shamefully from the paparazzi cameras.
“Don’t be bashful, Sam,” Madison said. “It’s no big deal.”
I rolled my eyes. “Easy for you to say, Mads. You and Jake probably—” I stopped myself short.
“What?” Madison giggled.
“You know,” I wiggled my head and arched my eyebrows. “Do…it,” I said bashfully.
Why did I feel so shy about sex all of a sudden? Maybe because I sensed that in the not too distant future, I would be having it for the first time myself, with the man I loved. I shivered pleasurably at the thought.
“Isn’t she cuuute?” Romeo said in a gooshy baby-talk voice. “Widdle Samanfa is going to turn in her V-card for the New Year!”
A group snicker from Madison, Jake, Romeo, and Kamiko ensued at my expense.
Why did the phrase “turning in your V-card” always make me picture an NFL referee in striped black and white, blowing a whistle?
I shuddered to myself.
Wasn’t there a better term for it? Like, “Hosting a V-Pageant Celebration?” I mean, “Turning in your V-card” was about as romantic as “Winning the Megafucks V-stakes Sweepstakes Giveaway.”
I shook my head, trying to clear that nasty thought. The next thing I knew, I was imagining Christos and I naked in bed together in a more traditionally romantic fashion. My heart accelerated and my entire body flushed with electric heat. I wanted to fan myself, but opted instead for blinking away my steamy fantasy. No need to call more attention to myself.
So why was the gang grinning and staring at me? Were they reading my mind, or what?
Normally, I indulged in my bedroom fantasies about Christos privately. Not with my best friends scrutinizing me with expectant smiles. They may as well have been surrounding my bed while Christos and I finally did the deed.
I suddenly pictured Romeo holding up a scorecard like a figure-skating judge when Christos and I shared our first mutual orgasm. He would say,
I grimaced.
“What?” Christos asked innocently.
I choked out a laugh. “Oh, you
“Oh, we so do,” Romeo chided.
He would. All eyes were still on me. I desperately needed a distraction. Now would’ve been the opportune moment for our yacht to hit an iceberg. Unfortunately the waters off the coast of San Diego were generally iceberg free, from what I understood.
“It’s almost midnight, you guys!” Tiffany cheered. “Get ready for the countdown!”
For the first time since I’d met her, I could honestly say to myself, thank god for Tiffany.
“Ten, nine, eight…” Tiffany started.
The crowd joined in.
“Seven, six,…” everyone chorused.
I glanced up at Christos. The warmth in his eyes wrapped around me as he pulled me into his rock hard chest.
“Five, four…”
Christos leaned down, his lips loose and plump, about to kiss me…
“Three, two, one…”
The universe disappeared as our lips met and we plunged into each other. Heightened by the moment, it was possibly the most intense kiss I’d ever experienced.
“Happy New Year!!!” everyone shouted. The horns and whistles blew, the noisemakers clacked, and the champagne-poppers popped and shot confetti around the room, all while balloons burst and the entire room cheered in 2014.
I was nearly lost to the sounds around me as Christos deepened our kiss, submerging me in an ocean of love. He consumed me, taking my soul into his. I let him devour me entirely with his lips. I gave all of myself to that kiss, and he felt it. His hunger for me was palpable. His tongue teased the tip of mine. My heart raced and my pulse pounded from my head to my toes. I ran a hand down the thin sweater material covering Christos’ rippled abs. I grabbed his belt and pulled him toward me. I wanted him. Right now.
His tongue slid deeper into my mouth.
Oh my goodness…
Oh my Christos…
The fact that I felt a bulge in his jeans pressing into my taut stomach may have had something to do with my intense desire. Heedless of the chaotic crowd around me, I was coaxed by sudden lust to release my grip on his belt and slide my fingers down between his washboard abs and his pants while we continued our kiss.
Although our passionate kiss nearly held my full attention, something else tugged at my awareness. My fingers were now officially submerged in uncharted waters. My hands had never been this close to Christos’…
The signals tingling through my fingertips were like sonar messages that sent hazy mental images to my brain. My hand dove deeper and I caressed my fingers along a rigid velvet submersible.
Oh.
I wasn’t at all prepared for it.
Apparently, neither was Christos. He spasmed and sucked in a hissing breath, but our lips remained locked.
A distinct visual impression penetrated my brain, igniting my core with desire.
In a word: massive.
Not that I had much experience in this department. Beyond my recent but brief brushes with fate and Christos’ manhood, my only frame of reference in the touching department had been picking out mammoth bananas or ripened cucumbers at the grocery store, or maybe squirreling up tree trunks as a little girl, because that was how huge he seemed to me.
I giggled to myself, realizing that sandwiched in the middle of the word cucumber was the word cum. Whoa! I was turning into a female Romeo!
I withdrew my hand from Christos’ pants with exquisite slowness, sliding it back up the bottom of his chiseled eight-pack. His feathery hair down there tickled my fingertips. That sensation alone caused my entire body to quiver in Christos’ arms.
After my pleasant shudder passed, I peered up into his ravenous eyes. I was so ready for him to devour me…
But we were on Tiffany’s yacht, surrounded by revelry and my closest friends. My V-card would have to wait. I reluctantly broke off our kiss and snuggled my cheek into his chest. I slid my hands around his waist and caressed his back. “I love you,” I whispered. I was sure my words were lost in the din of everyone’s shouts and all the strident noisemakers.
Christos kissed the top of my head. “I love you too,” Christos whispered. “Happy New Year,
I stared up into his loving eyes.
