Absolute Beginners (Absolute #1) (6 page)

“You won’t tell anyone?” I whispered.

She shook her head.

“I don’t fuck and tell,” she said with that lopsided grin of hers. “I swear.”

I didn’t know how much her word really meant, and if she would betray the trust I was about to put in her. But I couldn’t see any deception in her eyes and I needed this badly. What we had done earlier was more than enough to incriminate me, and I couldn’t do anything about that now. I also couldn’t bring myself to regret it. I had never known pleasure like that before in my life.

“Just forget that I’m your student,” she said. “I’m Julia and you’re Stephen. We want each other and that’s all there is.”

That wasn’t all there was and I knew it. But I supposed I could try to forget that she always had a smart comeback for everything and didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated by me. I could probably also overlook the fact that her clothes looked like something out of the awful music videos I saw on TV and that her makeup was smudged beyond belief. I focused on her eyes and realized that she wasn’t wearing any right now. She must have removed it while I was sleeping. She looked so much better this way. Her hair was loose, her face was clean, and the red satin robe she was wearing made the color of her lips stand out.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said out of nowhere.

Her eyes widened and then she smiled. “Thank you. No one’s ever called me that before.”

“Really?” I asked, finding that hard to believe. I was sure that plenty of young men were into her particular look.

“Hot, sexy, smoking. Never beautiful. You look insanely hot with your messy hair and your body is amazing,” she said unabashedly, running her hands down my naked back. “You should show it off a little more.”

“You should cover yours up a little more,” I countered, playing with a strand of her hair.

She snorted. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. You can do whatever you want,” I said, feeling an argument coming on if I didn’t shut up soon.

“You bet your ass I can,” she said, grabbing my behind. “And right now I want you to fuck me, Stephen.”

Jesus, she really isn’t afraid of voicing her opinion
.

She tightened her hold on me and I exhaled when I felt the warmth between her legs against my erection. Lifting her head, she kissed me, making all thoughts of self-doubt and nervousness disappear. I leaned down into the kiss and she relaxed her head onto the bed. Using one elbow to support my body weight, I ran my other hand through her long hair and down the side of her body. I repeated this a few times, trying to gather the courage to touch her breast, but apparently Julia was getting impatient with my hesitant approach. She pushed on my shoulders and rolled us over until she was straddling me like before and opened her robe unceremoniously. She slid it off and I once again stared at her naked upper body.

“You’ve got great tits,” I blurted out.

What did I just say?

I clamped my hand over my mouth as if that could somehow retract the statement. I felt horrible that I’d said something so vulgar. It was such a Matt-like remark and I hadn’t realized that my stepbrother had influenced me with his crass language. I looked at her, sure that she could see the panic in my eyes.

“Stephen, calm down,” she said with a small laugh. “You’re not the first person who’s told me that I have a nice rack.”

She took my hand away from my mouth and placed it on her breast.

“Touch me,” she said, pulling on my shoulders to coax me up into a sitting position.

She placed small kisses on my neck while I brought my other hand up and cupped both of her amazing breasts, fondling them gently. Then I turned my head to kiss her neck as she had done to me.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed.

“You like this?” I asked, sucking a little on her soft skin.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed.

Hearing that she liked what I was doing emboldened me. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples and felt them harden underneath my touch. She moaned softly and ground herself down on my erection.

Oh, that feels good
.

I moved my mouth up and nipped at her earlobe, and rubbed her nipples a little harder.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she whispered hotly in my ear. “Pinch them.”

I wouldn’t dream of denying her when she was actually enjoying my touch, so I did what she told me. She let out a breathy moan and rotated her hips again. Suddenly, she pulled on my neck and made me lower us down so I was on top again, kissing her.

“Mmm…lower,” she sighed.

I moved down to her chest and ghosted my lips over her soft skin. I wasn’t exactly sure how to do this, but she seemed to like what I had done so far. I kissed around one of her nipples and watched, fascinated, as it pebbled.

“Ugh, don’t tease me,” she whimpered.

I wasn’t aware that I possessed the ability to tease a woman sexually, and her statement made me swell with pride. She really liked what I was doing, and apparently wanted more. I put my mouth on her breast again, this time using my tongue to caress her. After a few moments I switched to her other nipple. I noticed that Julia’s hips were moving underneath me and I looked up at her face.

“You’re turning me on like crazy,” she said with a grin. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I stared at her in wonder. She was really enjoying this.

“Feel how wet you’ve made me,” she whispered.

Oh, God, the words that come out of that pretty mouth of hers
.

I sat up between her parted legs and lowered my eyes to her tiny red underwear, then looked up at her face again.

“Take them off,” she said.

I hooked my trembling fingers under the lacy fabric and she lifted her lower body to help me as I pulled them down. I looked down at her and actually gasped. She was completely naked in front of me, legs parted, and I could see everything. My mouth went dry as I gawked at her while she lay there completely at ease, letting me look as long as I wanted. I had no idea what to do next. Well, I had
some
ideas, but I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about the whole thing. Should I lie down next to her and kiss her first, or simply touch her now in my sitting position?

“Touch me,” she said softly.

“H-how?” I asked, swallowing.

Please don’t laugh at me
.

She took my right hand, guiding me. “Here.”

The tips of my fingers touched her warm, wet skin gently. She drew them upward, focusing on a single spot.

“That’s it, baby,” she said, letting go of my hand.

Did she just call me “baby”?

I decided not to dwell on it and increased the pressure a little to see how she would react. Her back arched and she let out a low moan, closing her eyes. I took it as a positive reaction.

“Put your fingers inside me, Stephen.”

I gulped.

“Please!”

That did it. She had made me feel good earlier and I truly wanted to reciprocate. Still feeling apprehensive, I did as she asked, gasping when I felt how warm she was, how tight. My head swam with thoughts of how good it would feel to bury myself in her, while I tried my best to bring her pleasure using my fingers. She moaned again, bringing her hands up to caress her breasts, completely unashamed. I stared at her, mouth agape. It was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I felt my erection straining against my boxers. Touching her like this and witnessing how much she liked it was far more arousing than all of my other sexual experiences combined.

“Oh, I want you inside me,” she gasped.

Before I could think or do anything, she sat up and I removed my hands from her. She pushed me up against all her ridiculous pillows by the headboard and pulled off my boxers before opening a drawer in her nightstand and taking out a condom. I was thankful that she had one, since I didn’t, and I was much too petrified about STDs to ever consider having unprotected sex. She rolled the condom on me quickly, straddling me once more.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she whispered in my ear, running her hands through my hair.

“God, yes,” I heard myself say.

Her lips met mine in a heated kiss and I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my length before she lowered herself onto me slowly. I broke the kiss and inhaled sharply when I felt her envelop me completely.

“Jesus Christ!” I moaned.

She kissed me again and started moving effortlessly. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I touched her the way she had shown me earlier and her enthusiastic whimper told me I was doing it right. I couldn’t fully believe that this was happening. It felt so good. So natural. I ran my hands up and down her back, buried my face in her neck, and crushed her against my chest.

“God, you feel…you feel so…it’s…” I couldn’t describe it accurately.

“I know,” she moaned, moving even faster.

She placed her hands on my thighs and leaned back on them. I was captivated by the sight of her when she started riding me again. I could see all of her and the light from the candles made her skin glow as she moved on top of me. I had never been with a woman in such a way. There was nothing awkward about this because the pleasure made me forget about being nervous. There was no fumbling because she had taken complete control of the situation.

“Touch me, Stephen.”

I ran my hands over her torso, pausing to caress her nipples before putting my left hand on her hip. My right hand snaked down her toned abdomen, but then I stopped.

“I’m—I’m not sure,” I panted, seeking her eyes with mine.

“It’s OK,” she assured me, slowing down considerably. “Watch.”

I did just that, in awe, as she used her right hand to touch herself, all the while moving on top of me. She ground herself down on me, incredible to behold—her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her beautiful breasts bouncing with every move she made. I reached up to caress them again, something that I felt comfortable doing now that I knew how she liked being touched. The moment I tugged on her nipples she threw her head back and moaned loudly. The sound made me swell inside her and I did everything I could to hold on a little longer.

“Stephen, oh, fuck!” she called out as her body started to tremble. I felt her tightening around me, followed by a loud cry from her.

“Oh, God. Are you…? Are you really?” I panted.

I couldn’t believe that I had ever thought my previous experiences had been satisfying for me. Julia was close to having an orgasm right in front of me, and knowing that I had finally gotten it right filled me with pride. I didn’t have time to bask in the glow of my newfound sense of accomplishment, though. Julia stopped moving, her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry. Acting on impulse, I grabbed her hips in a firm hold and took over.

“Ahhhh!” she practically wailed as I slammed her down on me.

My hips rose up again and again while I held her above me, chasing a peak so close I could taste it. I pushed her down on me and came harder than I ever had before. My toes curled, my body went rigid, and I let out a loud, garbled version of her name as pure rapture washed over me.

“Oh, fuck, that was amazing,” I heard her pant.

I opened my eyes slowly. Julia was slumped forward, still breathing heavily, her skin flushed and her eyes closed. I pulled her toward me and held her against my chest while my breathing calmed down. Her head rested on my shoulder while I brushed her hair away from my face, placing soft kisses on her neck, when I froze.

What am I doing?

I was certain that post-coital snuggling was what usually happened in these types of situations. Gently, I pushed her back up into a sitting position again. She smiled before she lifted herself off and stretched out on the bed next to me.

“I need the bathroom,” I said, almost falling over my own feet while trying to make a quick escape.

After I had removed the condom and thrown it out, I leaned on the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? I wasn’t the sort of person who did something like this. Everything I had ever worked for could be gone in an instant if Jul—if
Ms. Wilde
blabbed about this to her friends. The sex was undoubtedly the best I had ever had, but it wasn’t worth risking my whole career.

I had to get out of here, now.

Taking a deep breath, I walked back into the bedroom. She was still lying on her side, completely naked, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming over her. She really was very, very pretty without her odd makeup and hairstyle choices, and her body was heavenly with long, shapely legs; a firm, round backside; a toned stomach; slender arms; and, of course, those beautiful breasts.

Resting her head on her arm, she looked completely tranquil, whereas I had turned back into the nervous fool I’d been when we’d first walked in. I remembered that I was still naked and felt the urge to cover up immediately. I walked over to the bed and quickly put on my boxers, which made me feel a little less exposed. She shifted on the bed behind me and I looked at her over my shoulder. She sat up, kissing my lips softly. She was wearing a dazzling smile.

“You can stay over if you’d like,” she said when she pulled back, before jumping off the bed gracefully.

Oh no. That will only give her the wrong impression
.

“Um, thanks, but I should probably get home.”

“OK,” she said in a light, casual tone, shrugging her shoulders.

I looked at her as she put her satin robe back on and padded into the kitchen. After I had put my clothes and my glasses back on, I sat back down on the bed, not really sure what to do. After a minute or two, she came back out holding a plate with a sandwich and some grapes, plus a soda. I stood up quickly.

“Oh, you’re still here,” she said, clearly surprised to see me. “Did you change your mind?”

She thought I would just leave without saying good-bye? Wait, is that what one does in this type of situation? But that seems so rude
.

“I, um…”

God, I have no idea what to say next. What is it about this girl that turns me into a complete imbecile?