was a little clumsy when we did it told me she wasn’t experienced. She wasn’t a virgin, either, but she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. The ones who showed up at a party without underwear.
I stretched and realized I wasn’t covered up. “Share that blanket?” I asked, pulling on the sheet.
Her eyes went wide like she was panicking.
“What is it?”
“I’m…a little shy. About my body,” Claire admitted.
“Why? I’ve seen it already.”
“I know. But … I don’t know … this feels different. You were … aroused then.”
Part of me wanted to laugh. Part of me wanted to hug her. I felt sorry for her. How long had it been since she had sex? I didn’t want to ask—too personal. That sounded funny even as I thought it since I was just inside her.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m going to tell you a secret. Ready?”
“I think so?”
“When a woman is in bed with a man, he’s not picking her body apart. He’s just glad she’s in bed with him. Before and after. Trust me on that.”
That thawed her a little. “What about … what’s it called? When a guy wakes up with a girl and realizes, she’s gross?”
I finally laughed, but I kept it quiet for her sake. “This isn’t like that. I didn’t pick you up at a bar, wasted. We know each other. I wanted to be with you. I like being with you now. Come on. Let me cover up.”
She gave me some of the sheets, and I threw them over my waist. “If I’m supposed to be so comfortable around you, how come you aren’t comfortable enough around me to be naked?”
I opened my mouth to toss off a reply until I saw how right she was. I laughed. “I’ll take it off if you do.”
“No!” She pulled the sheet tighter. I couldn’t win.
“I don’t see why you’re so hard on yourself. You have a beautiful body.”
“No, I don’t. You’re just saying that.” She wasn’t fishing for compliments like any other girl would. She meant it.
“Why would I just say that? I’ve already had you—sorry, that sounded wrong.”
She smirked, nodding.
“But you get what I mean, right? I’m not trying to blow smoke up your ass so you let me screw you. I’m serious. Your body turned me on. You turn me on.”
“It did?” Her whisper was so small. I wanted to hug her again.
“Uh, I think I proved that already. Didn’t I? Weren’t you here?”
She giggled. “Yeah. Okay.”
I wasn’t kidding, either. I wasn’t trying to make Claire feel good by lying. Her body was different for me—I was used to thinner girls, for sure—but the extra curviness was lush. That was the only word I could think of. I held on to her. When I touched her, there was plenty to feel. She wasn’t fat. She was round and soft and smooth. The perfect size.
“You’re like one of those women in those paintings. You know the ones I mean. I’ve always liked them.”
“Rubenesque?” she asked.
“Yeah. That. That’s what you are. You’re beautiful.”
She blushed, putting her hand in front of her face.
I leaned over her, pulling the hand away. “I’m serious,” I whispered. I was so close to her. I could feel her breath on my face. I had to kiss her again. Anyone would have.
Why did I care so much? Why was it important to me that she understand how I thought about her? Why was it such a big deal that I didn’t hurt her feelings? I had no idea. It was a first for me. But I had to kiss her like it was a way to convince her I was telling the truth. Once I was in the kiss, I didn’t want to stop.
Neither did she. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I made a noise of surprise—she almost attacked me. She was desperate for it, for me. There was something about that, something hot. She needed me. I would give her exactly what she needed.
I hated myself for giving in so easy, even as I kissed my way down her body. She moaned, and didn’t stop me when I peeled away the sheets. The sight of her, all of her, had me hard in no
I stretched and realized I wasn’t covered up. “Share that blanket?” I asked, pulling on the sheet.
Her eyes went wide like she was panicking.
“What is it?”
“I’m…a little shy. About my body,” Claire admitted.
“Why? I’ve seen it already.”
“I know. But … I don’t know … this feels different. You were … aroused then.”
Part of me wanted to laugh. Part of me wanted to hug her. I felt sorry for her. How long had it been since she had sex? I didn’t want to ask—too personal. That sounded funny even as I thought it since I was just inside her.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m going to tell you a secret. Ready?”
“I think so?”
“When a woman is in bed with a man, he’s not picking her body apart. He’s just glad she’s in bed with him. Before and after. Trust me on that.”
That thawed her a little. “What about … what’s it called? When a guy wakes up with a girl and realizes, she’s gross?”
I finally laughed, but I kept it quiet for her sake. “This isn’t like that. I didn’t pick you up at a bar, wasted. We know each other. I wanted to be with you. I like being with you now. Come on. Let me cover up.”
She gave me some of the sheets, and I threw them over my waist. “If I’m supposed to be so comfortable around you, how come you aren’t comfortable enough around me to be naked?”
I opened my mouth to toss off a reply until I saw how right she was. I laughed. “I’ll take it off if you do.”
“No!” She pulled the sheet tighter. I couldn’t win.
“I don’t see why you’re so hard on yourself. You have a beautiful body.”
“No, I don’t. You’re just saying that.” She wasn’t fishing for compliments like any other girl would. She meant it.
“Why would I just say that? I’ve already had you—sorry, that sounded wrong.”
She smirked, nodding.
“But you get what I mean, right? I’m not trying to blow smoke up your ass so you let me screw you. I’m serious. Your body turned me on. You turn me on.”
“It did?” Her whisper was so small. I wanted to hug her again.
“Uh, I think I proved that already. Didn’t I? Weren’t you here?”
She giggled. “Yeah. Okay.”
I wasn’t kidding, either. I wasn’t trying to make Claire feel good by lying. Her body was different for me—I was used to thinner girls, for sure—but the extra curviness was lush. That was the only word I could think of. I held on to her. When I touched her, there was plenty to feel. She wasn’t fat. She was round and soft and smooth. The perfect size.
“You’re like one of those women in those paintings. You know the ones I mean. I’ve always liked them.”
“Rubenesque?” she asked.
“Yeah. That. That’s what you are. You’re beautiful.”
She blushed, putting her hand in front of her face.
I leaned over her, pulling the hand away. “I’m serious,” I whispered. I was so close to her. I could feel her breath on my face. I had to kiss her again. Anyone would have.
Why did I care so much? Why was it important to me that she understand how I thought about her? Why was it such a big deal that I didn’t hurt her feelings? I had no idea. It was a first for me. But I had to kiss her like it was a way to convince her I was telling the truth. Once I was in the kiss, I didn’t want to stop.
Neither did she. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I made a noise of surprise—she almost attacked me. She was desperate for it, for me. There was something about that, something hot. She needed me. I would give her exactly what she needed.
I hated myself for giving in so easy, even as I kissed my way down her body. She moaned, and didn’t stop me when I peeled away the sheets. The sight of her, all of her, had me hard in no
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