had sex before?” he asked me with shock and disgust as he continued. “With more than one man, at the same time?” He looked sad and confused, as if I had just told him that Christmas was canceled that year.
“Countless times, Jeffery,” I said, almost believing my own words. After all, I was already a skilled liar. “I could blow you.” I remember offering, not knowing where my sudden sexual confidence came from. I’d never seen a dick in person besides Eddie’s when he was fourteen. If Jeff dropped his pants, I’d have to go into my memory and try to remember what I’d seen porn stars do in the videos I stole from under Eddie’s bed while he went off to school.
“Sara, listen, my head is not in the right place for this. I’d love to take you up on your offer and see you take my dick in your mouth, but I’d rather we sleep on this and talk once the tequila exits my veins. Both my heads are about to blow off from all this shit,” he said, motioning to the increasing space between us.
“If you don’t want to fuck me, then leave. I didn’t take you for a pussy,” I said, trying to goad him.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you, baby, just not tonight. I need to be lucid when my dick enters that wet pussy. Trust me, you won’t ever need anybody else once I start fucking you.” If I only knew back then how true his prophecy really was.
I have never felt liquid fire until that night. His words enflamed me in ways I never knew words could outside of erotic literature and good old-fashioned porn. When he said “wet pussy,” I could actually feel my pussy raise its hand and say “present.” I panted while a cold sweat formed around my overheated body.
“You can play with yourself until I decide what to do with you,” he said jokingly. “I’m almost tempted to stay here and watch. But I know if I see you touching those firm breasts and if I hear even a small moan, I’ll lose it.”
“I want you to play with me. I need to feel you or smell you in order to come.” Another line I’d heard in pornos. I had hoped to break him. Push him to the point of no return. He started to remove his T-shirt, giving me my first view of his naked body. At that point I thought this is it, I did it, I won, but he just took his shirt and threw it at me, adding, “Here, wear this and think of me.” And then he left. I’d failed. He was strong-willed even while inebriated.
His words floated around me hours after he was gone. I removed all my clothes and put his soft T-shirt on and his scent engulfed and suffocated all my senses. I did touch myself that night, and I did have several orgasms thanks to having something of his caressing me. My vivid imagination pressed replay on Jeffery kissing me, touching me, and promising to ruin me.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep for one second that night. I couldn’t wait to see him in the morning. But morning came and Jeff, the giver of my first kiss, was gone. He never came back to discuss our kiss or when he would have sex with me. He left without even saying goodbye, without even offering me his full name. I was left only with a kiss, a T-shirt, a promise, and all the lies I would fabricate until he came back for me. He didn’t come back to see me until a whole year later…
I pause for a moment and look over at Liam to make sure he’s still okay with this and ready for everything I’m about to disclose to him.
“Go on, love, you’re doing great. I only flinched once when you mentioned that arse being the ‘love of your life.’ But since your life is not over yet, I think that was a tad bit presumptuous of you to declare. Do you concur?” he says with his sexy-as-fuck smile.
“No beleaguering the witness, Mr. Knight. Should I be stopping for your smart commentary?” Can this fool be any cuter? I stop to wait for his response.
He shakes his head and adds, “I’ll be a good lad and stay quiet as a mouse.”
I look over and he makes a pantomime motion of locking his mouth and throwing away the key. I can’t resist