An Innocent Thanksgiving

“You still up for more?” I asked. If she wasn’t then I wouldn’t press. It had been a long night for both of us, but especially for her.

Maggie pulled herself up and nodded. “I want you, all of you,” she told me earnestly, tilting her head back to stare up into my eyes.

And, well, I wasn’t going to argue with that. Not at all.

28

Maggie

I appreciated how careful and gentle Cal was being, how devoted to my pleasure he was. Like his own (obvious) needs didn’t matter, so long as I felt good and was taken care of.

I wanted him inside of me, though. After tonight, after feeling so threatened, after someone I didn’t want at all had gotten so close to me, I wanted instead to be with someone that I did want. I wanted Cal’s touch and love to replace whatever ugliness Leo had tried to intrude into my life.

Cal picked me up and playfully tossed me onto the bed, making me shriek in surprise. I clapped a hand over my mouth, laughing, as Cal shushed me. He was grinning with mirth. “Can’t wake up Fern!” he whispered.

He kissed me then, and we kept giggling as we got each other’s clothes off. This was the start of the rest of our lives together. We had told my parents, Leo was gone, and nothing was between us anymore. I felt giddy, drunk, high as a kite.

We rolled over and over, him on top, then me, the two of us taking turns to grind against each other. He almost slipped into me a few times, his cock right up against my hot, wet pussy, and the tease of it, the hardness of it rubbing up against my clit, made me even wetter. God, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

Cal kissed me again and rolled us a final time, only stopping so that we were sideways, with me gathered into his arms. He kissed the curve of my ear, and then I felt him line up his cock. It was terribly intimate like this, every part of us intertwined, and I knew that was why he was doing it. We both wanted to be as close as possible to each other.

He slid into me slowly, like he wanted to take his time, but I was so wet and ready for him, so used to him inside me, that he just sank all the way in, one smooth glide that stole the breath right out of my lungs.

For a moment we just lay there, holding each other, and then, as if reading each other’s minds, we began to move together.

There were no words. We didn’t need any. Cal kissed my neck, the slope of my shoulder, everywhere that he could reach. We thrust into each other, giving and receiving, and I slid my hand down to intertwine our fingers where his hand rested over my stomach, squeezing. Cal shuddered, mouthing at my shoulder. Yes, yes. It felt so good, so wonderful, like we were just one person instead of two, like this was how we were created, molded so that we would fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces.

I couldn’t even tell who came first. It was all just a haze of pleasure, rolling along like waves, my orgasm building and then sustaining like a high note in a song. Cal spilled inside of me sticky-sweet, and I sighed and trembled, loving that feeling, almost wanting him to stay inside of me forever, keeping himself joined to me. It was nothing short of powerful.

We lay there afterwards, neither of us speaking, just holding and being held by each other. Eventually I got up and found something to wipe us off with, glancing at myself in the bathroom mirror as I did so. I looked… not just happy, but content. Blissful.

Once, I had never expected to feel this way. Now it felt like the new normal. And wasn’t that a wonder? I could hardly believe it had happened, like some kind of miracle.

Cal called out softly to me, and I returned the washcloth to the sink and hurried back towards the bed. My orgasm had felt like it had gone on for an hour, and I still felt my legs shaking, trembling, ready to give out on me, and my breath was hardly there. Like I’d run a marathon.

I sank back down onto the bed, trying to get my breath back. I hoped that it would be like this with Cal every time—different from the other times but equally wonderful. When we’d first slept together, later on I had convinced myself that it was so magical to me because it was just my first time. Because I’d never experienced something like that before. Like the first time you saw a movie or went on a rollercoaster. Part of the whole thrill was the novelty of it—novelty that could quickly wear off.