COMFORT
By Missy Maxim
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COMFORT
Corinne Larkin tried to enjoy the party at the club. Her crush’s teen little sis wanted her birthday party someplace cool and pretty much had her big brother wrapped around her little finger.
She couldn’t get Mike to loosen up and enjoy it, though. He watched his sister and her friends like a hawk.
She approached him from the front, knowing it wasn’t wise to spook him when he was like this. A relatively slow song had just started playing over the sound system.
“Dance with me?”
“Have to watch the kiddies, Doc. There are plenty of blokes around,” he replied absently, not really paying attention.
“You can be spared for one dance, Mike. Besides, everybody here is at least five years younger than me. I feel like a freakin’ mom.”
He finally actually looked at her, eyes raking over the tank top and denim skirt she was wearing.
“Were you wearing a skirt at the house?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Mike. You were just too busy glaring at Donna’s male friends to notice. Forget I asked.”
She turned and stalked off, melting into the crowd.
He frowned, confused why she was upset. Well, maybe she was upset. You never could be sure with females. This was probably one of those times he was supposed to compliment her outfit. His ex always made him notice when she wore something new.
He mentally shrugged and focused back on the girls in Donna’s group.
Corinne stomped back up the stairs with a scowl and a drink. Her best friend, Sarah, looked concerned.
“I thought you didn’t drink?”
“I don’t,” she replied, and took a long sip of the fruity cocktail she was holding. “But, I’m going to die from boredom if I don’t find something fun to do. Figure this will at least make me not care as much.”
“Okay…did something happen down there?”
“Nope. Just boredom. This is pretty good…can’t even taste the alcohol.”
“Just be careful…”
“Sarah, I’m twenty-five. I know my limits. I’m just trying to relax, okay?”
“Alright,” the blonde replied, though she didn’t look wholly convinced.
Corinne bobbed her head to the music as she sipped her drink, then decided to get another. She wanted to be just drunk enough for a pleasant buzz. She wrote down a recipe on a napkin, then passed it to the bartender.
“Can you make that?”
“Pretty close, just don’t have the fruit slices.”
“That’s okay. Just use juice, then. The flavor’s important, not the texture.”
He nodded and started mixing things for the blender. She smiled. The part Grey Goose vodka, part Grand Marnier, part orange concentrate, part juice concoction was extra orangey, with a kick. The extra sweetness disguised the strong alcohols.
When she rejoined Sarah, her friend wrinkled her nose.
“I can smell the alcohol from here! What is that?”
She twirled the cherry around in the liquid so it would soak up some of the flavor.
“A ‘Bloody Orange’. Would you believe the bartender actually had squeezed blood orange juice? Just my luck that he grows them in his backyard. Wanna sip?” At her friend’s dubious look, she added, “Oh, come on! You drank Guinness on a dare from Mike without even flinching. This tastes way smoother than that!”
Not one to back down from a dare, Sarah took the glass and sipped the drink. Her sinuses cleared instantly and her throat was warm all the way down to her stomach.
“Wow…that kinda burns.”
“Really? My college roommate used to make them after we took our tests. I guess I just got used to it. It was the only time I drank. I didn’t have time for a hangover.”
“What’s in it?”
“40% liquors, orange juice concentrate, and blood orange juice, if you can find them. Frozen fruit slices make it a slushy,” Corinne replied cheerfully. She was on her way to ‘giddy’. “They charge too much for the alcohol, though. Guess I’m not showing enough cleavage,” she pouted.
She took another swallow from the 12-ounce glass, lowering the level noticeably.
“You wanna dance?”
Sarah shook her head. “I’d rather keep an eye on the girls. Andrew and Yana probably aren’t helping much.”
“Sheah! Yeah… Probably off fucking in the bathroom. Okay, I’m heading into the breach. God, I hope there’s someone cute!”
She all but bounced down the stairs, her dark auburn waves swaying with the music.
Sarah started to wish she could communicate telepathically with Mike.
Corinne bumped into a sweaty Donna on the dance floor.
“Ooo, is that orange juice?”
“Partly. Stick to water, or sodas. Having fun?”
“Oh, yeah! Despite my bodyguard glaring at all the boys…”
She turned and stuck her tongue out at Mike, who rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, he’s a definite party pooper. Have you seen anyone older and cute down here? I wanna dance,” the doctor stated.
“The college guys left to play pool when the band went off. Try flirting over there.”
“Thanks!”
Corinne sauntered toward the back of the club where tables were tucked under the balcony portion.
She stopped to tug her skirt down a little and tied the hem of her tank in a knot at her back, exposing the small stud in her belly button. Another leftover from college. A little dab of lip gloss on her bottom lip, and she was ready to find a prospect. Her eyes scanned the pool tables, then the guest tables beyond them.
Bingo.
Shy-looking kid with half-rimmed glasses reading a book.
She was curious what he could possibly be trying to read in the dim light of the club. It wasn’t even Friday night, so he couldn’t be using the book as a pick-up tool.
He was cute, she noticed as she got closer, with boyish features and a casual style. She slid into the seat across from his and smiled.
British Lit, huh. Probably an English major.
“Hi. What’s your name?” she asked.
“M-me?” he asked, surprised, pointing a finger at his chest.
“Mmm-hmm. It’s a bit dark in here to study, and noisy.”
He blushed. “Oh, I, uh… I got invited out for a game, but, well, I’m not very good…a-and this is better than being at the dorm…”
“It’s okay. I was a workaholic through college, too. So, should I call you Mr. British Lit, or do you have a name?” she teased.
“Thomas,” he replied, still looking down at the table more than at her.
Poor kid seemed painfully shy. Well, she could see about giving him a confidence boost for the night.
“I always liked the name Thomas. Would you like to dance?”
“With you? N-no, I c-couldn’t… I’ll probably step all over your feet…” he stuttered, and blushed again.
Corinne stood, leaving her empty glass on the table. She stopped in front of him and tugged on his hand.
“I’ll forgive you. Would you like to dance with me?”
“V-very much,” he murmured at the table.
“Then come on. I promise to keep it easy.”
He stood with another tug on his hand, tucking the book in his back pocket.
Not bad, she thought, seeing the rest of him.
The boy was about six-feet-tall, decent build, wearing a navy polo tee and jeans. She thought he might have light-colored eyes, but it was hard to tell in this light.
She led him around the tables toward the dance floor until they were part of the crowd, where she draped her arms around his neck. He brought his hands up to rest lightly on her back, barely touching her. She swayed with the beat, and he soon caught on.
“I-I haven’t done this much,” Thomas admitted.
“Well, you’re doing fine. Were you reading the book for pleasure or a class?”
“Both. I’m an English major. I plan to teach.”
“My mother was a teacher. I have a lot of respect for those who go into it for the right reasons. You cover a fair bit of poetry in class, right?”
“Oh, yes…many authors,” he replied.
Something he was passionate about. Good.
“Well, part of reading poetry is figuring out the rhythm…same with music. You just listen to the basic rhythm, and you’ll stay with the beat just fine.”
“I never looked at it that way…but you’re right. Music and poetry are in essence the same…even entwined. May I ask your name?”
Aww, he was so polite. It was adorable.
“Corinne. How long have you been at the university?”
“I-I’m a freshman,” he muttered down at his shoes.
She lifted his chin.
“Hey, don’t be ashamed of being young. This is a very memorable, exciting part of your life. You’re ahead of the game just by knowing what you want to do,” she assured him.
“Thank you… Corinne. It’s kind of you to say, but…why me?”
“Because I wanted to dance with someone who wouldn’t be a jerk, and you’re cute.”
“But you’re so beautiful!” he blurted out, his eyes widening with horror a second later and his face turning an even deeper shade of red.
“Thank you,” she said. “Though, I have to admit, you’re seeing me at my best compared to when I’m at work. I don’t get compliments often.” The song changed to a faster one, and he started to pull away. “Ah-uh…you’re not getting away, yet. Remember, just feel the rhythm.”
She danced closer to the boy, encouraging him to sway with her. Once he started to loosen up, she turned in his arms and leaned against his chest as she moved. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest and encouraged his grip to tighten. Yeah, she was being a tease, but the kid needed to know that a woman could be interested in him.
In a few years, once he had some confidence, he’d do fine in the dating scene. She tilted her head up and pulled his down so she could whisper in his ear.
“You’re doing fine, Thomas. Are you having fun?”
He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. She smiled and brushed a kiss over the boy’s pulse point. His gasp made her smile widen. The next song was a hip-hop bouncy number, which she so wasn’t interested in, so she tugged him into the alcove under the stairs.
“C-Corinne…”
“Shhh. You were very sweet to dance with me. Would you like me to be your girl, just for tonight, while we’re in this club?” she whispered huskily.
He trembled under her hands, and whispered, “Yes.”
She smiled, and rose on her toes to kiss him. It took a couple seconds for him to respond, and then it was tentative. She coaxed him slowly, but he was a fast learner, his arms finally wrapping around her back to pull her closer as he moaned into the kiss.
Oh, some woman would have fun teaching him the ropes later.
He responded with such earnest passion, completely unmarred by jaded experiences. She was enjoying the lesson, though it didn’t stir her heart. It was just good to feel powerfully feminine again.
Right up until she was yanked away from Thomas by her elbow.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mike growled.
“Kissing a cute guy. Piss off.”
“Are you…are you drunk?”
“No! I was having fun, until you interrupted!”
“I-I think the lady wants to be left a-alone,” Thomas said from behind her.
“Piss off, boy! You’re done here,” he snarled. “You’re picking up virgins now?” he taunted Corinne.
“Hey!” she and Thomas exclaimed. “He’s a nice guy who was nice enough to dance with me, unlike some people. Go away, Mike. You have a job to do, remember?”
“We all do, Doc! Remember?” he sneered back.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, too, and I was up with Sarah until about twenty minutes ago, and she’s still watching! Go. Away.”
“No. Besides, you’re boy toy’s run off. You’re going to help me round up these kids so their parents can pick them up soon.”
He grabbed her elbow again. She shrugged it off.
“How dare you! I haven’t been kissed in months, and you scare him off. Well, fuck you, Mike!” she spat, before turning on her heel to go find Thomas.
Her journey was short-lived.
“You want to be kissed? Fine!” he snarled, and crashed his lips onto hers.
Corinne melted into the kiss for five seconds before her brain caught up and reminded her she was supposed to be furious with him. She recoiled from the kiss and smacked him in the face, hard.
He was too shocked to follow her again, and then all he felt was white-hot anger. She wanted to be a bitch? Fine! He spun away and stomped over to Donna to let her know what time it was.
She found Thomas back at his table, hoisting a leather messenger bag on his shoulder. He looked surprised to see her.
“I’m sorry!” she panted. “My friend can be a real jerk sometimes.”
“It’s alright. I obviously stepped into the middle of something,” he replied, looking away.
She stepped forward and cupped his cheek.
“No, you didn’t.” She kissed him again. “Walk me home? I think I’ve had a bit too much to drive.”
“I-I could drive…so you d-don’t have to walk back t-tomorrow.”
“You didn’t drive your friends?”
“No, ma’am, I mean Corinne… I j-just rode along.”
She smiled. “That’s convenient, then.”
She took his hand and pulled him toward the exit, out in the open where her friends could see. She glared at Mike just before pushing through the door.
***
Sarah ran down the stairs. She watched her friend leave with a young man, then looked at Mike, who appeared ready to kill somebody.
“Did Cori just leave with a guy?”
“Yeah, the irresponsible bitch. She didn’t even say goodbye to Donna.”
She found this development very interesting, though she was concerned for her friend.
“Should I try to catch her?”
Mike didn’t answer, stalking off to get the rest of the kids. She decided to follow her instincts and ran out of the club, hoping Corinne hadn’t driven off, yet. She found her kissing the young man at her car.
“Corinne!” she called.
“Sarah?” the doctor said, surprised. She separated from Thomas and closed the gap with her friend. “Is something wrong with Donna?”
“No, no…she’s fine. What about you? This isn’t like you.”
They both glanced at the shy young man, who was fiddling nervously with his fingers.
“He’s nice, and sweet, and…”
“Not Mike?”
Corinne bit her lip as she answered. “Uh-huh?” She leaned in to whisper. “I think he’s, um…inexperienced.”
“Oh! Corinne… You can’t pick up a boy just to teach him the art of sex!” she whispered back.
The doctor’s expression turned frustrated.
“I just… I’m tired of pining, Sarah! I want to feel desired, and feminine, and God, it’s been so long! I normally wouldn’t be this candid if it wasn’t for the alcohol, but I’m tired of using my fucking vibrator!” she hissed. “And he’s so eager…and nice!”
“But, you love Mike!”
“I know, and that’s my problem, since he doesn’t feel the same way. This boy, Thomas, looks at me like I’m a gift from heaven. Better me than some sorority chick who’ll break his heart, right?”
“Hey, it’s your body. Just make sure you’re both on the same page if you decide to do it.” They hugged. “I’m just a worrier, you know that.”
“I know, and I love that about you. I better go…he’s driving me home since I’ve been drinking. I’ll call you tomorrow, ‘kay?”
She jogged back to Thomas, smiling reassuringly before handing him her keys.
Sarah waved, then shook her head once they headed out of the parking lot.
Now, the joy of facing a jealous Brit.
“Where is she?” he demanded, once Sarah stepped back inside.
Mike was standing outside the restrooms. Donna’s friends all needed to empty their bladders before going home. He’d never understood the female insistence of going to the loo in packs.
“Going home.”
“Alone?”
She shook her head. “He drove, since she had a couple drinks.”
“Bloody hell! She’s going to shag the little pansy, isn’t she?”
His tone brought Sarah’s hackles up.
“One, he was taller than you; two, they’re both adults; and three, it’s her body! Corinne can take home whomever she wants, Mike, so show a little respect!”
His jaw dropped in shock. Sarah had never raised her voice at him before. Her smoky-blue eyes were blazing, and right then, he believed she could make him a pile of dust with a word.
“I… I’m sorry, pet. I was out of line.”
“You better believe you were!” she agreed, shaking her finger at him. “And I saw her smack you, so there better be an apology coming for whatever you said to her, too.”
She hadn’t seen the kiss, only Corinne’s hand connecting with Mike’s face.
“Yeah, I know,” he muttered. “I don’t really know what happened… I just…lost my temper.”
“Did it upset you she was kissing another man?” she asked, trying to follow a hunch.
“What? No, why would it? I just… I thought she was being irresponsible for cavorting about while we have twenty teens to keep safe and sound.”
Ah, De Nile is flowing freely…
“So, if she ends up dating him, that’s not going to be a problem?”
“Well…as long as he treats her right…”
“And that standard is measured by her.”
“Well, yeah…but Sarah, he looked eighteen, if a day, so I don’t think they’ll have much in common.”
“Who says she’s looking for a relationship? It only takes chemistry for a night or two…”
She sauntered off toward the ladies’ room to check on the girls, leaving him with that thought. She smirked at the way he blanched at her suggestion. She just hoped Corinne didn’t do anything she’d regret.
***
Corinne sat in the center seat as the college kid followed her directions, teasing his neck with her fingers and breath. From the way he gripped the steering wheel, the boy was about to pop.
Once they were only a couple minutes from her apartment, she leaned away slightly to give him some room.
What are you doing, Doc? a voice whispered in her head. Shut up! I’m living, that’s what!
He stopped the car in front of her unit and exhaled nervously. She could see in the streetlights his eyes were blue.
Not the right color…
She twisted so she could nibble on his neck. The boy moaned and turned his head to kiss her, more assured after the few they’d already exchanged. She sucked his bottom lip through her teeth before letting go and backing away.
Thomas panted, his pupils dilated with lust. He really did have a nice mouth.
She looked at him through her lashes as she asked, “Do you want me, Thomas?”
“God, yes,” he breathed.
She smiled wickedly and beckoned him to get out of the car.
He handed her the keys. She took his hand and nibbled on the fleshy part of his palm before tugging him toward the door. She unlocked the door and swung it open, then flipped the light switch and backed into the room.
“Is this real?” he whispered, stepping inside.
She wasn’t sure if he was aware he’d said it out loud, but she answered anyway.
“Yep. If you want to.”
His eyes flicked around the room, he nodded, and came in far enough to close the door behind him.
She directed him to the couch and bade him sit down, straddling his lap once his butt hit the cushion. Her skirt rode up in this position, showing him a good bit more pale leg than was visible before. His eyes were wide and he was still breathing heavy.
She grinned sexily, before nibbling his neck again, his earlobe, down to his collarbone as she unbuttoned the polo. She sucked hard enough to leave a little bruise. He moaned and his hands gripped her hips.
Hmm, baby likes that.
She kissed back up to his mouth and thrust her tongue between his parted lips, curling along the roof of his mouth. He whimpered, and pulled her against his erection as she teased every erogenous zone inside his willing mouth. She arched her back to rub her body against his, pressing her breasts into his chest.
One of his hands slid tentatively to her ass as she wiggled on his lap. By the way his other hand was gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks, the boy was close to popping.
Might as well help him along, she thought.
Corinne’s lips left his mouth to travel down his throat again while she tugged his shirt out of his pants. She lifted it off once she’d gone as far as she could down his neckline.
Nice.
He was decently defined, probably did push ups and sit ups, the standard things. She grinned up at him before taking one of his nipples in her mouth and teasing it with her teeth. He arched into her, moaning again. She laved the other with the same attention, then peppered open-mouthed kisses down his chest.
She undid the belt on his jeans, and paused.
“Thomas…”
“Hmm?” he intoned, dazed.
“Have you been with a woman before?”
She was pretty sure of the answer, but you never knew. He froze, afraid to tell the truth, and she knew for sure. Finally, he shook his head, slowly.
“No,” he murmured, cheeks burning and eyes averted.
Surely, she wouldn’t want him now.
She popped the button and slid the zipper down before he could blink.
“Good.”
“Huh?” he said surprised, right before she licked him base to tip. “Jeezus!” he yelped. “Oh, god…”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed around him with feminine pride.
Having no experience, she had to get him off at least once before they did anything else, or it’d be over way too soon. As it was, he was tightening inside her mouth in about a minute.
“C-Corinne, I’m gonna--”
She nodded and raked her teeth over his length before dropping down for one last, hard pull. He exploded with a shout as she drank him down.
“Oh. My. God,” he panted, looking at her with awe. “That was…was…”
“Good, huh?” she filled in, grinning.
It was liberating knowing she couldn’t disappoint this young man.
“I mean… I’ve…you know, but… Come up here?”
It was half demanded, half requested, and she eagerly complied, letting him kiss her in the way he felt.
His hands started lightly roaming over her skin as he learned a woman’s body. His fingers grazed over her bare thighs, her denim-covered-hips, and up to her waist, where he fumbled with the knot in her top until it was loose and he could slide his hands up her back.
She coaxed his kiss to slow down, be savored, being in no rush.
Her skin felt like silk to him. Up and down, up and down, he ran his hands over her back, until he got brave enough to slide them around to her belly, brushing over her taut stomach with his thumbs.
Those thumbs brushing along the undersides of her lace-covered breasts made Corinne tense for a moment, as it occurred to her again what she was doing. In a way, she was using him. She wasn’t looking to start a relationship with him, and she needed to tell him that.
Right after she dealt with whoever was at the door.
She growled in frustration and pulled away from Thomas.
“Give me a minute,” she promised him. “Go away!” she yelled at the door.
“Doc? I came over to apologize,” Mike called from outside.
Dammit!
“Could you go in my bedroom for a couple minutes while I get rid of him?”
Thomas nodded, zipped his pants up over his semi, and went through the door she pointed to. She closed it, smoothed her hair and clothes, then stomped to her door and flung it open.
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“You’re in the phone book, love. I came to apologize for being such a prick,” Mike replied.
“Fine. I’m not letting you in. Goodnight.”
She started to close the door in his face.
“Love, please! Please don’t stay mad at me, I can’t bear it. I’m a bad, rude man. I don’t know why I said those things, but I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he pleaded, blue eyes shining.
She sighed. “You didn’t hurt me, Mike. You insulted me, and in public, too. And you were mean to an innocent guy who was just trying to defend my honor. It was completely uncalled for. And kissing me like that was a…a violation. I don’t what kind of point you were trying to make, but…”
She shook her head, not knowing what else to say.
“Corinne, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. You’re my best friend,” he said in earnest.
She leaned on the partially-closed door, looking for something she wanted in his face.
Finally, she sighed, and muttered, “That’s the problem.”
And shut the door.
***
He stared at the closed door, confused. What did that mean? Had he just lost her friendship?
“Corinne! I don’t understand, pet! Please open the door,” he pleaded.
“Just go away!” she yelled through her tears.
She slumped down to the floor, her back against the wall.
He could hear her quiet sobs through the door, and it broke his heart. He’d done this? Reduced her to tears? Somehow, he had to make it right.
“Please, love, don’t cry. Tell me what I can do to make this right.”
Thomas shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but the voices had been too loud for him to ignore. He quietly came out of the bedroom and approached Corinne, carried her to the sofa, handed her a tissue, and went to the door to tell this guy off for upsetting her.
“Look, buddy, I don’t know what your problem is, but you’ve made her cry and I won’t stand for it. Just leave quietly, or I’m calling the cops,” he said, though the other man looked quite intimidating, with his all-black and leather.
Mike, too shocked at seeing what might as well have been his doppelganger tell him off, nodded, and walked away. It was obvious he’d interrupted a…moment, and that bothered him more than he liked, or understood.
He walked back home. The evening had left him…bewildered, to say the least, and he hoped sleep would magically make it all better. A fool’s dream, but the only one he could hold on to at the moment.
***
“Corinne,” Thomas said softly, once the door had been closed and locked. “Are you alright?”
She looked up and wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. “I’m sorry. I must look a mess.”
“No…you’re one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even now.” He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “Tell me why you’re crying?”
She already felt vulnerable enough, but looking at his face, the complete sincerity and wish to help, she caved a bit further.
“That…guy…is my best friend, or at least was. We’ve been through some heavy stuff since we met… I basically saved his life one night…and…this is kinda complicated…”
“You’re in love with him.”
“How…?”
Am I that transparent?
“You wouldn’t be crying like this if you didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to wound you so deeply. I am young, but I still know things. Does he feel the same?”
She shook her head. “Mike is in love with someone else. She’s not even in the country now, and she’s never returned his feelings, but he’s still hooked on her,” she replied bitterly. “I’m sorry. This is not how you were expecting the night to go,” she added, dropping her eyes.
His tentative fingers lifted her chin. “I didn’t expect anything, Corinne. I’m still in shock that you spoke to me.”
“Your stutter is gone,” she said, smiling a little.
It dawned on him, as well. “So, it is. You’ve given me a great gift already. I wouldn’t dare ask more of you now. It’s funny… I know nothing about you, but you put me at ease.”
She chuckled. “Well, I’m a doctor at the hospital, starting my second year of residency. I’ve been in town a year and a half or so. How old are you?”
“Nineteen,” he replied, blushing. “I’m about to start my second year, but I guess I still think of myself as a freshman. I took British Lit over the summer to get some credits out of the way.”
“Want to know a secret?” She waited for his hesitant nod. “I was almost twenty before I lost my virginity. True story. There just wasn’t time, or a person I trusted, before then. So…no need to be embarrassed with me.”
Impulsively, he kissed her. “Thank you. Logically, I know I’m not the only guy in the world with my…situation…but the others make it hard, sometimes. There’s so much pressure to bang a cheerleader when you’re sixteen. That never felt right to me. I wanted special…not to make it into some chore. I guess that makes me unrealistic,” he sighed.
“No, it makes you a hopeless romantic, and I’m glad guys like you still exist.”
“Thanks. So…why me?” he wondered.
He really couldn’t see what had appealed to her.
“Why did I pick you? Honestly, I was just buzzed enough to approach someone without any fear, and I picked the easiest prospect…you. You looked sweet, and nice, and kinda lonely…so, I figured I could be the girl that asks you to dance. And… I was also kinda mad that Mike was too busy watching over Donna’s teenybopper friends to have one dance with me. I’ve had these feelings for months, and I just wanted to escape it for a night, you know? Be a little of someone else and have some fun. I haven’t gone out, as a woman, since I moved here.”
God, that must sound horrible.
“Would you have asked me home if he hadn’t picked a fight with you?”
She looked away. “I don’t know…probably not. I don’t do this, just so you know. You’re the first guy to ever be in this apartment since the movers brought my furniture in. Anyway, I probably would have spent the night kissing and dancing with you until I was safe to drive home. You, uh, looked like the shy type…and I wanted to boost your confidence. Bookworms, science nerds…we all have to stick together, you know?”
“Thank you for being honest with me. Well, you probably want to get some sleep, so I’ll just go…”
He picked up his shirt and kissed her cheek, then started walking to the door.
“Thomas…wait.”
He turned, looking at her expectantly. She went to him and pulled him into a slow, sweet kiss.
“Stay,” she whispered.
His eyes widened in surprise.
“Are you sure? What about how you feel for--”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not asking for anything beyond tonight, but it’s been so long since someone made me feel…special. Please…stay. We don’t have to do anything more than you’re comfortable with.”
“You’re really sure?” he asked, scanning her face. “I don’t want you to feel like you cheated on him later…”
“Thomas… I do feel for him, but he has no claim on me. He’s never even tried for one. I’m a big girl. Decide whether to stay or not for your own reasons. If you want to save yourself for the girl you’ll eventually marry, that’s fine with me, too. I’d just like the company.”
“We’re both probably too honorable for our own good, aren’t we?” he joked with a crooked smile.
She liked that look on him.
“So?”
Please stay.
He kissed her, meaning it. “Let’s see how it goes.”
He picked her up, making her squeal and giggle, and carried her to the bedroom. They fell to the bed, laughing.
The kisses were slower, less frantic than when they first started. The mood had changed to something deeper, more profound, as there was emotional comfort to reach as well as pleasure.
For a beginner, he was picking up pretty quickly how to make her hot. He paid the same attention to both sides of her neck she had done to him, hoping she liked it at least as much. From the gasps and moans escaping her lips, he was doing a pretty good job.
Oh, god…
Thomas was quite the natural. He did his best to mimic what she’d done for him, then experimented on new areas with only a bit of hesitation to see if she wanted him to stop.
The young man skipped over her breasts for now, pushing up her tank to the edge of her bra to kiss her abdomen. She giggled when he nibbled on her sides, so he tickled them again. That area covered with kisses, he moved down to her feet, removing her canvas tennis shoes and ankle socks, and kissing the arch. She squeaked again, pulling her foot away.
“Ticklish?” he asked mischievously.
“No! They’re just…smelly.”
“Hmm, not so much. I think they’re ticklish!”
She shook her head frantically. “Please don’t.”
He smiled shyly. “I like that.”
“What? The begging?” He nodded, blushing. “You are so cute,” she mused.
He smiled and started leaving hot kisses on her legs, discovering the flesh was more tender above her knees. What should he do now, though? He couldn’t go anywhere new without removing clothes. He looked up to her for guidance.
“What would you like to do?” she asked in reply.
“I… I don’t want to go where you aren’t comfortable.”
She thought for a minute, then removed her tank top, casting it aside. With August being so hot, she usually tried to wear thin layers and this bra was black lace, the pattern discreet. His eyes darkened with lust again at the sight of her barely hidden curves.
“Beautiful,” he murmured reverently.
It was her turn to blush, unaccustomed to the praise.
“May I?” he asked, crawling up her body.
He waited for her nod before lowering his lips to the swell of her breast, kissing and nipping at the exposed cleavage.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations he was creating. How long had it been since she’d felt this? Sure, she’d been dreaming of Mike practically every night for months, but it was no replacement for actual physical contact.
The boy got adventurous, brushing a kiss over a lace-covered peak. She jumped, surprised, and startled him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No, it’s okay… I was just surprised, that’s all.”
He sighed in relief. “May I touch you?”
She smiled, so he tentatively began planting kisses over the lace. The near-teasing touch was driving her insane.
“It’s…mmm…awesome that you have--oh!--manners.”
“I am at your command, dear lady,” he replied with jovial chivalry.
She growled her approval and rolled them over, attacking his mouth. She ground against the mound in his jeans, receiving a pleasured moan in response. She did it again.
The lace rubbing her sensitized breasts as she wriggled on him drove her crazy. His enthusiasm for every new sensation was catching; when he moaned, she did, too.
“Mmm…more skin,” he mumbled, undoing the clasp of her bra.
His hands slid the straps off her arms as she kissed him. All that was left was to pull it away from in between them. She arched up, giving access, and then they were skin to skin, sighing at the pleasurable warmth.
Thomas reversed their position again so he could see her. Creamy skin over full curves…perfection. He lifted a hand to caress the back of it along the side of her left breast, fascinated when her nipple hardened. He ached to taste it, dipping his head to lave his tongue around the dusky peak.
She arched into his touch, craving more, so he added his hand, testing the weight, manipulating the softness with gentility. He would rather touch her too lightly, than cause pain.
“Ohhhh…don’t stop,” she moaned, as he used both hands.
He alternated sucking on one, then the other, learning her responses.
She was tingling with a delicious fire, that old familiar ache building in her core. He was rubbing himself against her center, unconsciously, as he attended to her breasts, and it was just enough of a tease to make her body demand more.
He seemed to sense it, perhaps from the rapidity of her heartbeat, and moved down to slide her skirt off. Matching lace string bikinis were revealed, the boy groaning with delight. He kicked off his shoes and let his pants drop, leaving him in his boxers. He was just about to lie down next to her again, when she remembered something important.
“Crap! Wait there a second.”
She dashed into the bathroom, giving the young man an appreciative view of bouncing curves. She rooted around in the drawers and under the sink, but couldn’t find what she needed.
Shit!
She poked her head around the corner.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a condom on you, would you?” she asked sheepishly, looking apologetic.
“Oh! Uh, let me check my wallet…”
Please, let me have put one in here!
He had a box in his dorm room for that inevitable day, but they wouldn’t help him now. Looking through every compartment twice, he came up empty.
“Sorry.”
She smiled benevolently. “That’s okay, honey. We can do other things.”
She stopped at the end of the bed and shimmied out of her panties.
Oh, my god, he thought, seeing a naked woman in the flesh for the first time. His eyes raked up and down her body again and again, memorizing every curve.
He snapped out of it when she started to fidget under his stare, and reached for her. He was sitting on the bed, so this put him eye level with her delectable breasts again, which he couldn’t help tasting.
Her head dropped back as she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him to her.
He could smell her arousal increase and longed to touch her. His fingers slid over her hip to between her silky thighs and lightly started to feel around.
“Mmmm…” she moaned, writhing against his hand.
“Lie down… I want to see you,” he stated huskily.
Corinne eagerly complied, spreading her legs for his perusal. He traced his index finger along her glistening folds, taking cues from her gasps. Sliding the finger inside had her moaning and writhing to capture it.
“I never knew there were different textures…” he mused.
“Uh-huh…curl your finger along the spongy part on the upper wall.”
She whimpered as he tried it.
“Like this?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
“Okay…what else?” he asked eagerly.
“Slide your thumb over the part that feels firm underneath when you press on it.”
“Along the top edge here?” He circled his thumb over her clit.
“Ah…that’s right…but feel free to try any ideas… I’ll let you know what’s what.”
He teased her madly as his curiosity led to different speeds. Then, he added a second finger.
“Oh, god…”
“Good?”
“Very. Just stay angled along the top and go a little faster.”
He paid such rapt attention, he easily picked up the cues from her hips, and it wasn’t long before she was tightening around his fingers.
“Kiss me! But don’t stop!”
He quickly obeyed, adding just a little extra speed. She spasmed around his fingers as his kisses swallowed her cries. He slowed when she went limp, bringing her down. She gave him a hard kiss, then collapsed on the bed, panting.
“You…are a very fast learner!” she stated giddily. “Oh, wow! Way better than a vibrator.”
Her hand came over her mouth a second later, mortified she just said that out loud.
He laughed, and kissed her again. “I take it you are well pleased?”
“Mmm…mmm-hmm. Your turn.”
“Y-you don’t have to… I’ve already gone, before…earlier…”
“So? I’d bet anything you’re ready to burst again,” she said.
“Well…” he muttered, and blushed.
Corinne nodded, grinning. She could see the evidence, anyway. He started to get up to go wash his hand, when she stopped him.
“Taste it.”
“Beg pardon?”
“Taste your fingers. I bet you’ll like it.”
He looked at her incredulously, but she just arched a brow, challenging him.
H rolled his eyes and humored her, taking a little lick and testing it on his tongue. When he sucked a finger clean and looked up at her eyes, he was practically floored by the predatory gleam in them.
Okay, then.
The couple fell asleep a couple hours later after a few more rounds of “Trade the Orgasm” and bouts of chatting while cuddling.
In the morning, Corinne made him breakfast, then drove him back to the university.
“You won’t get in trouble for being out all night, will you?” she asked.
“Nah. They don’t check around like that. Thanks for breakfast. You make a really great omelet.”
“You’re welcome. So…”
And this is where it gets awkward.
“Yeah… I’m not going to see you again, am I?”
“Not unless you end up in the emergency room,” she quipped, then sobered. “Are you okay with that?” she asked with concern.
“Yeah,” he replied, surprising both of them that it was honest. “I think you’re amazing, and a part of me wouldn’t mind, but I think we both know that it wouldn’t last long…and the memory of last night was perfect.”
Corinne caressed his cheek. “I’m glad. If I had thought I would just be using you, we wouldn’t have done more than kiss. Take care of yourself, okay, and don’t go out alone after dark here.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard rumors. Will you be okay…with the Mike thing?”
She nodded. “I’ll figure it out, somehow. You helped…really… I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I’ve been wallowing too much in my own angst.” She kissed him one last time. “Thank you.”
“Bye, Corinne. Maybe in a few years, if we’re free…” he suggested, waggling his brows.
She laughed, which was what he desired.
“I’ve created a monster. Go! Before I kick you to class.”
She waved at him when he stopped at the door to the dorms, then left, feeling lighter than in months.
The End.