Absolute Beginners (Absolute #1) (13 page)

“I’m serious,” she insisted. “I can take you somewhere out of town and give you a makeover. Although then I probably couldn’t keep you to myself anymore.”

“That’s very kind of you to offer.”

That’s certainly a step up from having Mom as a shopping partner
.

“Think about it,” she said, turning her attention back to the screen.

It seemed that I had a lot of offers to consider after tonight. I glanced at Julia. She was so, so pretty like this, looking fresh and natural. She must have noticed me watching her because she paused the movie and turned to me.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Why do you hide your beauty when you’re at school?”

“My…beauty?” she asked slowly, arching an eyebrow.

I nodded. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. Rather than answer me, Julia put the pizza box on the floor and crawled into my lap, kissing me passionately.

“Take your clothes off,” she murmured against my lips before moving off me.

God, yes
.

I started removing my clothes as she turned off the TV and put on some music instead. She lit a few candles and switched off the lights, leaving the room glowing softly like the last time I was here. And just like last time, I was nervous. I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt while I cursed my lack of confidence and experience. Thankfully, Julia came over and placed her calm hands on top of my trembling ones.

“Let me help you,” she whispered.

I nodded and drew a deep breath while she took my shirt off and opened my pants, letting them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and she knelt and took off my socks, leaving me only in my boxers. She ran her hands over my body as she stood up again, and I shivered with both nervousness and excitement.

“On the bed,” she murmured, and I nearly fell over my feet in my eagerness to do as she said.

Situated on top of her bedspread, I heard myself gasping as she slipped off her robe, revealing that she was, in fact, completely naked underneath. I had missed her body. My hands twitched, knowing that I would get to touch her again. That she
wanted
me to. She crawled toward me, looking determined and beautiful. When she reached me, she didn’t straddle me as I expected, as she had last time. Instead, she stretched out next to me, resting her hands above her head, granting me complete access to her body. I sat up slowly, moving into a kneeling position.

“Is it…” My voice caught in my throat.

“What?”

“Is it OK if I just l-look at you for a little while?

Her eyes softened and she smiled. “Sure.”

I sighed in relief when she granted my admittedly strange request, so sweetly with no questions asked. Most men in my position probably wouldn’t spend time merely looking, but I’d never been afforded an opportunity like this before, and I didn’t want to waste it. I drank her in with my eyes, wishing that I had perfect recall so I’d be able to remember this with complete clarity later on. I didn’t want to forget this vision: Julia’s soft-looking skin, the way her hips flared out, the curves of her breasts, her slender arms and delicate fingers. Her beautiful face. She lay still, watching me taking her in, a smile lingering on her lips. She didn’t seem to mind this at all. I noticed how her nipples constricted and her breathing became faster beneath my intense scrutiny and realized that it wasn’t just that she didn’t mind. She was enjoying it.

“Turn over.” I barely recognized the husky quality my voice had adopted.

A grin tugged at her lips before she did as I asked. I brushed her long hair to the side, admiring the gentle slope of her back, the firm roundness of her backside, the shape of her legs. She was stunning. It wasn’t just that I desired her sexually. Finally, I understood the poetry I had read, celebrating the female form. It was an eye-opening experience, seeing her like this. One I never thought I’d have with
this
girl, who was so different from the women I usually found attractive. But there was something unspoiled and real about her lack of shame when it came to being exposed like this, and I admired her for it. For being so brave. For being so unlike me.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, tracing the tip of my index finger along her spine until I reached her buttocks.

“Never took you for an ass man, Professor,” she giggled. “But by all means, grab a handful.”

I laughed, the spell broken. Rolling over, she reached for me, pulling me down on top of her.

“Will you please just fuck me already?” she asked candidly.

“I…I should touch you first,” I insisted. “Make you ready.” I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I knew the importance of making certain she was prepared for my…intrusion.

“Believe me, I’m ready,” she said, moving my hand down her body until I reached between her thighs.

“Oh…” I’d been right in my assessment—she certainly had enjoyed me looking at her. Even though she was ready for sex, I wanted to learn about her body, what she enjoyed, and hopefully bring her pleasure.

“Teach me?” I whispered, moving my fingers tentatively. “How to touch you?” I suppressed my nerves and continued. “I-I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted.

I glanced up at her, seeing no judgment in her eyes. Her gaze had softened once more. “I’ll show you.”

I exhaled, feeling a surge of relief when she guided my fingers.

“You feel this?” she asked, moving my middle finger over a small prominence.

“Y-yes,” I whispered. “Is that your…um, you…you know?”

Just say it. It’s the correct anatomy term, for heaven’s sake!

“Y-your…clitoris?” I finally managed to ask, feeling my cheeks redden.

She smiled widely, nodding. “It feels really good when you touch it.”

“OK.”

My fingers fumbled a bit at first, but Julia’s sighs and soft moans encouraged me more than any words could have. She pulled my face down for a hungry kiss and then nudged me lower, toward her chest, where I caressed her erect nipples with my tongue.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Inside now.”

My fingers slipped lower, touching the evidence of her arousal. It was incredible to know that I had such an effect on this beautiful girl and I slowly pushed two fingers inside her. Julia moaned my name.
My
name. I wanted her to do it again.

“More,” she demanded, and I was happy to oblige now that I knew what she liked.

I alternated between kissing her lips and her breasts while I used my fingers to pleasure her, making her moan louder and louder. Julia writhed underneath my touch, making me nearly dizzy with desire. I wanted her.

“Stephen, please! Fuck me!”

I moved up her body, kissing her deeply before removing my hand. Julia quickly found a condom while I scrambled to get my boxers off in my kneeling position. She rolled it on me and lay back on the bed, her legs spread in invitation. This was it, apparently. My turn to be on top. The thought brought me out of my lustful haze, sobering me.

“What is it?” Julia asked, sitting up.

“Can you be on top again?”

She cocked her head to one side, regarding me. “Sure. But why?”

“I want it to be good for you, too, and…and I’m not sure how to do that…like this.” My hand fluttered uselessly in the space between us.

“Come here,” she coaxed, opening her arms in invitation. “Trust me?”

I realized that I did. I
did
trust her. I trusted her to keep this a secret, and I trusted her not to laugh at my fumbling. She made me feel at ease, even while I was naked and vulnerable, like now. More than that, she made me feel desired. Settling between her parted legs, I lowered myself down, covering her much smaller body with mine.

“I want your cock inside my pussy,” Julia whispered, flicking the tip of her tongue across my earlobe.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, feeling how my body responded to her dirty mouth—not with shock, as I might have expected, but with a surge of lust.

“You want that too, don’t you, Stephen?” she continued, wrapping her slender legs around my waist. “To fuck me?”

“Yes,” I admitted, inhaling sharply when she reached between us, guiding me to her entrance. Before I could get nervous, Julia’s mouth was on mine, and I was lost in her kiss. Her hands roamed all over my body. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed my buttocks and pushed me inside her.

“
Ohhhh
,” I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss. She felt perfect around me, underneath me.

“Hold onto my hips and then sit up on your knees.”

“W-what?”

“Go ahead. You’ll love it.”

“OK,” I said, doing what she asked.

Once I was in position, Julia held onto the headboard of her bed and started rocking back and forth, controlling the movements with her legs while I remained the one on top. It was glorious.

“Feels…feels good,” I managed to say, tightening my hands around her hips.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Now, you. Fuck me, baby.”

I tried not to think of the few other women I had been with in this situation. Julia wasn’t anything like them. She’d let me know if she wasn’t enjoying herself. I was certain of that. She wouldn’t be passive and quiet.

Well, here goes nothing
.

I started out slowly, with shallow thrusts, joining her rhythm. Soon, though, it wasn’t enough. I needed faster and deeper, just…
more
. Pulling back, I moved my hands to her beautiful breasts and then surged forward until I was completely inside her.

“Oh, my…fuck,” Julia moaned. “Again!”

I fondled her while moving faster and harder, rejoicing in her sounds. I looked down to where our bodies were joined, seeing how her wetness covered me, proving that she experienced pleasure because of what I was doing.

“Touch me,” she implored, guiding my right hand down her abdomen.

Pressing my fingers against her, my left hand abandoned her breast to grab onto the headboard. With the extra leverage, I started moving again, deeper and faster. I had one goal.

Please come, please come, please come!

“Yeah…yeah,” she chanted, closing her eyes. “So good!”

I moved my fingers in a circular motion, as she’d taught me, and watched as her body froze on the outside. But on the inside…

“I can feel you,” I gasped. “You’re coming!” I started thrusting frantically to reach my own orgasm before hers ended.

“Julia! Oh, Julia, I’m…I’m…”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me before I collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. After a few moments of quiet bliss, the feel of her hands stroking my back brought me back to the surface. Lifting myself up, I cupped her face in my hands, giving her a kiss. And then another.

“That was amazing!” I told her, hardly able to contain my excitement. “It was the most…and I made you…I mean, you did the last time, too, but this time it was completely because of me, and that was just…thank you, thank you,” I babbled, kissing her again.

She laughed softly. “You shouldn’t thank me, Stephen. Have you never given a woman an orgasm before?”

I shook my head, not wanting to elaborate on my previous failures. Instead, I lifted myself off her and removed the condom, tying it in a knot, and almost dropped it on the floor next to the bed. But the neat freak in me protested at the idea, so I climbed off the bed and threw it into the trashcan. I lay down next to her again, closing my eyes.

“Mmm,” she said. “That was really great. Are you
sure
you’ve never done that before?”

“Positive,” I mumbled.

“Wow, you must have had some really lousy lays.”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. “What do you mean?”

“If you’ve never given a woman you’ve been with an orgasm, they mustn’t have been very sure of themselves.”

“But
I
was the one who couldn’t…um, do that to them,” I argued.

“Yeah, but if they weren’t willing to show you how, it’s entirely
their
fault that it wasn’t good. How the hell are you supposed to know what to do, if no one ever showed you? We’re a little more complicated than men in the orgasm department, you know,” she said, smiling.

I’ve never thought about it like that before. Maybe I’m not bad in bed, after all!

“Was it really, uh, good for you?” I asked her.

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. “Are you kidding me? I saw stars and planets.” She grinned. “Oh, and God—she says hello.”

I felt myself grinning like a madman. “Really?”

“Are you fishing for compliments on your performance, Professor?” she teased.

Maybe
.

“Oh, I…I wasn’t, um, I mean, no,” I stuttered.

“You did great. I’d definitely give you a B+. It would have been an A if you’d said
cock
,” she added, flashing me her lopsided grin.

“Cut me some slack. I did say, um,
clitoris
, at least,” I said, wondering if this would go down in history as the strangest conversation ever.

“Yes, and that was very Anatomy 101 of you, Stephen,” she teased mercilessly. “Say
clit
and I’ll upgrade you to an A.”

I’ve always been an overachiever
.

“Clit,” I whispered and proceeded to blush. She looked at me and pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

“Once more, with feeling,” she prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“Clit!” I yelled.

Her eyes widened and then she started to laugh. I followed immediately after and soon we were both gasping for air.

“I knew you had it in you,” she chuckled.

“I sure didn’t,” I said, pulling her into my arms. She seemed to tense up for a second, but before I could figure out if I’d done something wrong, she exhaled and rested her head on my chest. I started playing with her long hair, which she didn’t seem to mind.

“You never answered my question before,” I reminded her.

“What question?” she mumbled.

“Why you never look like this at school,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “So beautiful.”

“Hey.” She lifted her head and gave me a stern look. “I happen to like the way I look at school.”

She must be nearsighted
.