"All day," I smile.
"Really?" she shrieks excitedly.
"Really," I repeat her again.
Pulling herself up again, she tilts her head and kisses me softly, gratefully. I know she’s thanking me for giving her what she wants, and I know I want more and more of this. She’s making me so hard. I can’t believe I have anything left after those two climaxes, but Nicole seems to unlock a new level in my sexual appetite.
"Do you have an extra set of sheets?" I ask before kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, she asks, twisting her body and then gasping loudly when she sees the blood. I can feel her body tense as her hand flies to her mouth.
"Stop," I say on her cheek, knowing she’s embarrassed. "Nicole, I don’t care, baby. I’ll lay right down right now. I just thought you would want to change them," I assure her. And it’s the truth. I’m actually happy to see the stain. Honestly, I might not have ever been able to fully believe she was a virgin if I hadn’t seen it. She was just too good.
It’s like a badge of honor for me. This is my woman, and I’m the only person she’s been with. She’s got the best pussy in the world and it curves to my cock.
"I’ll go get them," she tries to squirm out of my grasp, but I refuse to let her be embarrassed about anything in front of me.
"Baby, stop." I repeat, biting her lips, and then tugging her bottom one between my front teeth.
"It’s gross," she mutters.
"I needed the evidence. It was too difficult to believe the best sex of my life was with a virgin," I can’t believe the words fall out of my mouth, but when she blushes and grins, before burying her face in my neck, I know it was worth it.
"Take me to the bathroom. There’s a linen closet there," she whispers, and I carry her through her small apartment.
Nicole got just what she wanted. I spend the entire day with her, pleasing her in every way I can. Before the sun goes down we share another handful of orgasms between us, and its still not enough for it to feel like reality. Everything with her is a dream.
Nicole
Lisa’s apartment is a couple of blocks from mine. She’s finished college and is already working. Lisa decided against getting a master’s degree, so she was done way before I am.
I sit on her couch with my fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee.
Everything is different. I sit opposite her and today, for the first time, we're equals. I feel like a different person. I've taken the leap and I've become a woman. The metamorphosis had been no big deal before I’d had sex, but now everything is changed.
I've joined the group of young people in New York City who are sexually active.
Of course, the label isn't completely accurate just yet. I don't think an evening and morning count, but I feel like someone else.
"Are you doing okay?" Lisa asks.
"Great," I say, smiling. "More than great."
She narrows her eyes at me. She sits in the arm chair, her feet tucked underneath her. She's wearing leggings and a baggy t-shirt over it. Her legs show how much weight she’s lost since Graham. My stomach twists into a knot. Now that I've slept with Thomas, I feel the emotional connection with him that much more. Sex is incredibly personal. I can't imagine the pain that'll come with someone leaving you when you are so involved.
It's like Thomas telling me now that everything we have, has never been real.
"What’s up with you, though?" she asks.
I shrug. "Nothing."
She shakes her head. "No, you look different," she says. "What’s going on with you?"
I shrug again. I don't want to come right out and say it. A part of me wants to brag about the change in my life. I've lost my virginity. It's complicated with Lisa, though. I don't want to brag when she's obviously still not doing okay.
"How’s Thomas?" she asks.
I smile. I can't help it. A grin splits my face from ear to ear. "Yeah, he’s good," I say. "We’re seeing each other quite often, actually."