“Can I…?” I realized I had no idea what I was supposed to say or how I was supposed to say it. Can I touch you? Can I finger you? Can I make you come?
I was clueless.
Mayra reached up to cup my face and tilted my head to look at her. I could only focus on her eyes for a second, but I saw her smile. She took my hand in hers and brought it up to her face. She held it there for a second and then slowly moved it down.
Past her neck.
Over her breast.
Paused at her stomach.
I felt the edge of her panties on my fingers, and closed my eyes.
“Watch,” she said. Her voice was soft but still commanding. I opened my eyes and looked down between our bodies as she tucked my fingertips underneath the hem and pushed my whole hand down into her underwear.
I felt soft curls of hair, then warm, wet flesh.
“Fuck,” I muttered involuntarily. Mayra only smiled as she brought two of my fingers together and pushed them between her legs. I could feel everything.
The sound she made was nothing short of divine. A grunting, moaning utterance that should not have sounded as sexy as it did, but the sound went straight to my cock. I desperately tried to collect myself and remembered something from some television show or book somewhere that said to think about basketball. I tried, but all I saw in my head were Mayra’s boobs bouncing when I tickled her.
“What do I do?” I whispered, realizing that despite the book’s graphic pictures and explanations, I was at a total loss now that I was touching her.
Mayra didn’t miss a beat but shadowed my fingers with two of her own, pressing them in a slow circle right at the top, where I knew her clitoris was. She moved my fingers down for a second, where they got wet, then moved them back up to circle. I could feel a small, tight little nub there, and when I pushed just a little harder against it during one circle, she made that sound again.
“Matthewww…” She moaned as she pressed her lips against my temple. I turned my head and kissed her hard, my tongue finding its way into her mouth and circling the same way my fingers did. She released my hand, and I continued on my own. Moving down only for a brief moment before going back to the place right at the top, I kept it up until her hips started to rise against my hand.
She grabbed my wrist then, holding my fingers in place as she bucked up against my hand. I looked at her face and saw her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Her breaths came in gasps as she quickened the pace and then let out a completely different sound. It was higher pitched, almost a scream, and was accompanied by her body tensing. I could feel the shaking of her thigh muscles as she cried out again.
Mayra went slack against the mattress, and I would have thought she had passed out if she didn’t look up at me with a dreamy sort of half-awake gaze.
“God, that was awesome!” she exclaimed.
“It was?”
“Oh yeah.” Her eyes almost seemed to roll into the back of her head. “Fucking awesome.”
My face hurt from how much I was smiling, the tightness in my pants completely forgotten as I looked into her face and just watched her, my heart pounding at the sight.
I couldn’t even dream of a more wonderful thing to see, so I planned to do it again as soon as possible.
~oOo~
Mayra opened the passenger door of the Porsche.
“Are you going to get out?” she asked.
I stared down at the floor of the car and wondered how I should answer that question. I had managed to not think about the whole after-graduation beach party for pretty much the entire time since I agreed to go, and now that I was here, I wasn’t so sure that had been a good idea. My stomach was all tied up.
“Matthew?”
I sighed and turned my legs toward the door, poking at the fish shape on the way out and wishing we were back in my room doing other things. Mayra wrapped her fingers around my hand and pulled me toward her before placing her lips right next to my mouth.
“It will be okay,” she said. “And if it gets to be too much, we’ll take a little walk down the beach away from everyone and calm you down. If that doesn’t work, we’ll leave, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumbled, not sure if it was or not. I didn’t want to ruin the whole night for her.
Graduation was over. I had skipped the whole ceremony and gone out to dinner with Travis and Bethany instead. I would receive my diploma in the mail sometime next week. Mayra and I had both been accepted to Ohio State University in Columbus—she was going to major in education, and I chose information technology. I had ended up with nearly a full scholarship and then had been contacted by Brad Conner about the remainder. The Oxford Police Department apparently had their own grant for citizens who helped reduce crime, and since my actions had brought down a fairly significant drug ring—for the area, at least—I had won the grant money. It would only last my first year, but it was a good start. Mayra received a loan for what her scholarships and financial aid wouldn’t cover, so we were both set for the fall.