His hands left my breasts and began making their way down my sides, into my lap. He whispered in my ear, “I need to be inside of you.”
Unexpectedly, I wasn’t so sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know about this,” I told him, bluntly. I hadn’t expected to even get to first base with Jonah. Without even a kiss, his intentions were clear. If I was hit by a semi before, now it had hit me, backed up and ran over me again.
Jonah’s hands stopped their journey to my panties.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
He lamented, in an apologetic rush, “We can work up to… that.”
“I’m sorry,” I opened before I stopped myself. Fuck. Was I apologizing for asking him to stop?
He tried to reassure me. “No worries. It will give us a goal to work towards.” He kissed me, finally, so gently. He pulled away and said, “We'll start with my tongue.” His hands were up on my thighs again, gripping lightly, “Then work to a finger, then two and finally, when you're ready, I’ll penetrate you… We’ll go from there.”
I gasped. It sounded great in theory. “I’ve never… you know.”
He placed a finger on my lips. “It’s no matter.” The tip circled then separated my lips. “I'm a very oral person… I absolutely love foreplay, especially a moist mouth, soft lips and a firm tongue.”
Getting his meaning, I told him, “I’ve never done that to anyone either.”
Before I knew it, Jonah seized my lips again, kissing rough this time and when we came up to breathe, he huffed, “God Damnit, I need you... I need to.... fuck, I'm not sure I can wait.... we may need to go inside.”
I couldn’t disagree.
He fumbled for his keys and said something about going to check in. That I should stay in the car. I started to argue then it hit me. Of course, I should. I was seventeen. Jonah was twenty-three. This summer it wouldn’t matter, but all the sudden, his earlier message, the talk of the consequences of our actions made more sense. What had he meant? Was it because of my age? In this day and age, with everything going on in the world, it surely could be.
He left the Jeep.
Watching him walk to the hotel, my thoughts turned more sinister. Like maybe he was a creeper, an older guy who fancied only younger girls. I shook off the thought. He was only a few years older than me. I wasn’t a young girl of sixteen or something. Jonah and I had a college class together for god’s sake. Him wanting me, why did I question it? I wasn’t hideous. Although thin enough and pretty enough to have my share of guys, I still wasn’t the prettiest girl amongst his female friends. Sure, I kept my long brown, wavy hair nice and my fingernails and toenails done, but I was no beauty queen. No Instagram model to be sure. I had enough up top but none on the bottom. I was no Kim Kardashian if you know what I mean. Plus, I barely wore a stitch of makeup. A little tinted lip gloss and mascara went a long way to highlight my bright green eyes. And fuck, I never dressed up for anything. I wore black leggings to my Grandmama’s funeral.
Forgetting looks, Jonah and I, we’d become great friends, that was true enough. Did we actually have anything in common like he said? If you counted playing board games and partying as having things in common. He liked to party, and I liked to watch. I had the major hots for him, yes. Something some guys can just sense, I thought. Still, something was amiss. Part of me wanted to ignore my misgivings and jump his bones anyway. An inkling of me pondered the fact this guy hadn’t given me any clue he had the intentions or feelings he speaks of now, until we were getting ready to be alone away from everyone we knew. Once my friends were gone. Why did he only announce his feelings for me this morning? Was he ashamed to like me? Was this just an act to get in my pants?
Then again, that was what I signed up for, wasn’t it? Thinking with my vag jay jay and all. It’s spring break, and I could be on the beach with my girlfriends if not for the possibility of romance or at least some deep dicking with Mister Tasty. I’d dreamed about it, wished for it. Now, it slapped me in the face. My mind went to something else slapping me in the face. That meme, the girl with the hotdog wieners raining down on her face came to mind.
Be careful what you wish for, they say.
A lump in my throat, I grabbed my cell phone and called Locus, getting her voicemail. Of course, she was probably out on the town, having a blast.
“Did you make it? Call me. Love you.” I marked the message important before turning off the ringer and tucking my cell in my bag.
Back from checking in, Jonah wore a big stupid grin. Of course, he did. He had me right where he wanted me. Sharing a hotel room. And this was by no means a nice hotel. More like a motel, the doors to the rooms were on the outside. He opened my door and grabbed both my hands to help me out of the Jeep. In a hurry, he led me by the hand to our room. A beep sounded from behind me as he locked the vehicle. He’d left our bags behind.
“What about my things?” I wanted to freshen up. I probably still had some kolache in my teeth.
“I want to get you in the room safely. I’ll get our luggage a little later.”
“Safely?” I asked out loud. That was bullshit. Jonah wanted to pick up
