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I felt like I was dying. Like I had the biggest ice cream brain-freeze headache, times 1,000, except better. Like the whole world was riding on our pleasure, our feelings, our joy.
Then it exploded. A bar of peanut brittle shattered into a million, sharp, flying pieces.
Then I could breathe better than ever before, although I'd never had a problem with that. The world was a safe, amazing, happy place.
Thanks to Jean-Luc.
I cuddled into him, my head on his chest. I chuckled.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm reminded of a line I read once," I said.
"What?"
"After that, I need a cigarette. And I don't even smoke."
He laughed.
"You're not so bad yourself, beautiful."
He stroked my hair. I made a contented, cat-like purr.
"Oh shit!" he said, sitting up abruptly.
"What?"
"I almost forgot. I have to drive my cousin to the airport. What time is it?"
I twisted around to look at my bedside clock. "3:15."
"Okay, I still have time, but I got to go." He jumped out of bed. He yanked on his underwear and pants on. "Do you still want to go out tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.
"Uh-huh," I said.
He shoved his feet into his shoes.
"I see how it's gonna be," I said. "Love 'em and leave 'em."
"Yup," he said. "But I'll always come back." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll text you," he said. Then he ran out the door.
I smiled to myself. I felt like I could run a marathon. I didn't want to get dressed. I put on my Dallas Cowboys nightshirt. A second later my doorbell rang. I went and opened it.
"What did you for—"
It wasn't Jean-Luc. It was Bevvie. Her eyes opened wide.
She looked me up and down. She wiggled her head from side to side and leered. "Yeah. You totally lost your virginity."
"Jeesh. Privacy much?"
I stepped back so she could come in.
"Your parents go away for four days and you pop your cherry. But you didn't do it by yourself. Details, I need details."
"No you don't."
"Is it someone from work?"
"Jeez Bevvie. Let it go."
"It's a porn star. A married guy. A gigolo."
"Very funny," I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked up. It was pretty funny.
"Come on, Marce. Tell me. Tell."
I sighed. I couldn't say that I met him at work.
"Okay, you know the cute guy with the dogs?"
"No."
"You know, the cute guy. Dark hair. Walks his two big dogs, greyhounds."
"No," she said again.
I forgot that Bevvie didn't walk around the neighborhood. She wasn't exactly into exercise.
"Okay," I said. I wanted to make sure everything I said was true. "There's this guy. I see him a lot walking his dogs, but I'd never talked to him."
"And then one day he just asked you out!"
"No."
"Oh."
"Then one day he invited me to have dinner with him and his wife," I said.
"Wife??"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, they have this friend. Evan, the cute guy, introduced me to his friend, and he asked me out for dinner, and the rest is history."
"You're just now telling me this!"
"It just happened."
"And you slept with him on the first date!"
"What? No!" Well, sort of. "No," I said again.
"So how many dates have you had?"
"A few," I said.
"Mmn-hmmn." She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "So does this mystery man have a name?"
"Jean-Luc."
"Ooooo, very French."
I smiled.
"When do I meet him?"
"Ack!" Like never.
"Invite him to the picnic at the lake tomorrow."
"What?" Hell no.
"Jamie's picnic."
"That's a bad idea, Bev."
"Why? He's not married is he? Oh my God. He's married."
"He's not married," I said.
"Then why not?"
"He's like, older."
"Like forty?"
"Ack! No, not like forty."
"Thirty?"
"No!"
"So, what? Eighteen and a half?"
Wise-acre. Jeez. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six?
"So how old is he?" Bevvie asked.
"Twenty-five," I said.
"Big deal," Bevvie said. "My father is ten years older than my mother."
Hhm.
"And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?"
"That's different," I said. "It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents."
"But didn't your mom get married at eighteen?"
"Huh."
"So invite him to the lake."
"No," I said.
She rolled her eyes around, and she rolled her whole head with it. "Why not?"
"He doesn't want to go to some high school thing."
"Jamie's older sister will be there, and she's a senior in college. And his cousin will be there, and he's twenty-five. And their friends will be there. So ask him."
"You're freaking pushy," I said.
"Gotta love it," she said.
Or not.
"He won't want to go," I said.
"Why don't you call him and find out?" she asked.
"I really hate you," I said. But I got my phone. I wasn't sure exactly what to write. I texted. 'Invited to join some friends and others for picnic at lake tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?'
He texted back right away. 'Sure. What time?'
"Holy shit," I said.
"Bingo," Bevvie said, looking over my shoulder. "Is he cute?"
"Yeah," I said. "He's really cute."
"Does he have a brother?"
"Ah, I don't know," I said.
"What did you talk about?"
"We didn't exactly talk."
Bevvie and I cracked up.
"Was it good?"
"Do you ever let up?"
"No."
"Bye, Bevvie," I said, and I walked her to the door.
She gave out a huge, exaggerated sigh. "You're going to give me details you know."
In your dreams.
"Bye, Bev," I said again.
"Bye. See ya tomorrow."
I rested my head against the closed door. She's my best friend. But boy, she can be a pain in the butt.
Is it too soon for more ice cream?
Nah. I worked off a lot of calories with Jean-Luc, right?
What flavor do you pick for when your friend pushes you? Butter pecan?
Instead of ice cream I decided on a nap. I was still thinking about the altruism thing. Somehow it seemed important. Like my growing up depended on it.
I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the pink bed canopy.
I couldn't rely on Jean-Luc doing all the growing up stuff for me. I'd have to do some of it myself.
Oh, Jean-Luc! I didn't text him back. I grabbed my phone. 'Four thirty ish.'
He texted back a minute later. 'I'll pick u up.'
My phone binged with another text from him. 'Want to stay in tonight? :)
I decided to try to be clever. 'Do you WANT to be IN tonight?'
Bing. 'More than you will ever, ever know.'
In it is.
Bing. Another text from Jean-Luc. 'I could stop by around 8.'
I texted him back. 'I'll be waiting.'
Even though I was lying down, I did an excited little dance, which came out looking more like a tantrum kick.
I immediately fell into a deep sleep. My first dream was about being in outer space, my second dream was of Jean-Luc, soft and fuzzy making love to me. Then I was dead and drooling. My next dream someone was banging on a door. Repeatedly.
I woke up.
I looked at the clock. 7:50. Oh shit.
I groggily got up and answered the door.
It was Jean-Luc. He looked me up and down. His gaze took in my nightshirt and disheveled hair, and he smiled.
"I like it," he said. "Pre-tousled. Fresh out of bed. Very, very, sexy."
I was still waking up, so it took me a minute to realize he had a bag of take-out food with him. He held it up.
"I brought Chinese food, mostly vegetables."
I nodded and walked into the kitchen.
"You alright, baby?"
I nodded. "Tired."
Jean-Luc flashed a very self-satisfied smirk before he got his face under control.
"And hungry," I said.
He put the Chinese food bag on the table.
"And horny," I said, even though that wasn't really true.
Jean-Luc came over and kissed me. "We have to pace ourselves. I don't want to wear you out before you're even two decades old."
He kissed me again. "Want to watch a movie, eat Chinese food, and I'll lick chocolate ice cream off you for dessert?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
*
Sunday I both texted and called Jean-Luc to tell him he didn't have to come to the picnic. He didn't back out.
He picked me up on time. It was a very short drive to the lake. Short but still long enough for me to have nerves.
"It seems like you shouldn't be meeting anyone I know from my regular life," I said, before I realized how rude that might seem. "Like, my Melody's life should be separate from daily life."
"Like sex club friends zero, older friends one?"
That didn't even make sense.
"I told Bevvie that Evan introduced us," I said.
"Which is true," he said.
Then we were there. I bit my nails. I didn't know what I was afraid of.
We got out. Jean-Luc got two six-packs of beer out of the back seat. I looked at him.
"Hey, it's a picnic," was all he said.
The first person we ran into was Bevvie. Her eyes widened. I could tell she thought Jean-Luc was a major hottie. Her expression changed quickly from appreciation to wary and questioning.
"This is my best friend, Bevvie. Bevvie, this is Jean-Luc."
He put down one of the packs of beer to shake her hand. "Bevvie. Is that short for Beverly?"
She nodded.
"That's a beautiful name. And Bevvie's a cool, original nickname for it," Jean-Luc said sincerely. Just like that she was charmed.
Bevvie introduced us to the people we didn't know.
Bevvie walked off to start the grill. As soon as she left, Brittany, a beautiful blonde cheerleader, and also my tormenting nemesis, flounced over. She was wearing a bright red bikini top that pushed her boobs up to her neck, and a bright red bikini bottom with a flounce on it that made her look like she was cheerleading even when she wasn't.
"Hi," she purred to Jean-Luc without looking at me. "Marcy, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Hell no.
"Brittany this is Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc, this is Brittany."
"Well, I'm so glad Marcy brought someone," Brittany said. "Usually she doesn't hang out with anybody. Maybe you'd like to come build a fire for me?" Then she batted her eyes at him. Literally fluttered her eyelashes.
Jean-Luc stepped behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and then worked one hand through my hair.
"Well," Jean-Luc drawled. "Any friend of Marcy's is a friend of mine," he said dryly in a way that conveyed he didn't at all consider her a friend. "And I would build a fire for you," he said, and then there was a slight menace in his voice. "But I'm no boy scout."
Brittany turned on her heel and flounced away.
"Impressive," I said.
"Yeah. I have plenty of experience dealing with sharks and other predatory a****ls. It's the ones in sheep's clothing that are particularly dangerous. Better to cut that thorny plant down before it does any damage."
I twisted around and smiled up at him. "You're handsome and smart. Anything you can't do?"
"I suck at basketball," he said.
"Nobody's perfect."
Jamie built a fire. Bevvie served hot dogs and hamburgers and potato salad. Jean-Luc had an easy time talking with everybody, getting them to talk about themselves, somehow managing to make them feel like they were the only person in the world, without neglecting me at all.
After a while the fullness from overeating and the late afternoon sun were making me tired. I got up and stretched. Jean-Luc did too.
"You want to take a walk?"
"Sure," I said.
I told Bevvie we were going to walk, and we began to hike through the woods. We went quite a ways, and it was nice to be under the shade of the dense trees and get a break from the warm, end-of-July sunshine. We looped back, and were actually only about 75 feet from the beach by the lake when Jean-Luc spotted a tall platform in the trees.
"It's like an old ranger stand or something," I said.
"Let's go up," we both said at once.
I started climbing up and Jean-Luc got on the ladder after me.
"Great view from here," he said.
I twisted around to look at him. He was staring at my butt.
Just like that, something changed in me. Gone was the shy virgin, who was partially embarrassed that she was working in a sex club. And also gone was the reticence that someone would find out how I met Jean-Luc, that things wouldn't work out between us, that I'd never get over my mini-crush on Evan, that I'd never be daring enough to do all the wild and crazy things everyone probably did in Melody's. I laughed out loud. I was new. I was daring. I was alive. And I was ready to eat the world, whatever experiences it might offer me. I was ravenous. I could gobble it all up.
We reached the top.
"What's so funny, Lafferty?"
"All my shyness is gone," I said. "Like I'm willing to try anything, do anything."
"Oh yeah?" he asked. His eyebrows went up for a minute, and then his gaze got sultry and steamy. Suddenly, the air shimmered, like the illusion of an oasis of black water above a frying-hot road.
"Yeah," I said. I put my arms out high and turned around in a circle. "Like seize the day."
I could tell my giddiness was turning him on, but I didn't know why.
"Okay then," he said. He pulled me over to the edge of the platform, and turned me so I was facing out. He bent down behind me so his head was next to mine; he was checking my line of sight. Then he coaxed me a little to the left.
Through the canopy of leaves, I could see a small section of beach. Some guy was playfully chasing Brittany around the campfire. Jamie was talking to his cousin. Bevvie was standing with her back to us, her arms crossed.
"We can see them," Jean-Luc said. "But they can't see us."
"Unless someone was standing a few paces behind where Bevvie is," I said. "And they knew where the platform was and they were purposely looking directly at it."
"Exactly," Jean-Luc said. He straightened up, opened his legs so he was shorter, and fit the front of his hips to my backside.
"We're all alone," he said. "But not."
Jean-Luc slid his hands up and down the sides of my waist. "When I first saw you, it was like there was a light coming out of you." He made the caressing strokes longer. "A pure shining glow that I wanted to capture, hold in my hand, elevate, increase, and magnify a hundred fold."
Jean-Luc's hands slid over the bottoms of my breasts and back down to the top of my hips and up again.
He leaned his head until it was near my ear. "Devour. Fuck."
My toes tingled and my mouth went dry.
He untied the back string of my bikini top. He slid his hands underneath the free-hanging fabric triangles.
"Ever had sex outdoors?" he asked.
"You know I haven't," I said.
He reached his hands up further, so his thumbs were stroking over my nipples. They popped out obediently for him.
"One of the great things about having sex outdoors, is feeling the nature on your skin," he said. He gently blew on the back of my neck, and suddenly I was aware of breezes everywhere. The wind rustling through the leaves, the air around my feet, the push and pull of the tides.
"The other great thing about having sex outdoors," he rolled my nipples between my fingers, and instinctively I ground my ass back into him. "Is the thrill, the possibility, the probability of getting caught."
Jean-Luc bit the side of my neck.
"Watch them," he said.
I saw Bevvie move to the left to say something to Jamie.
"And worry," Jean-Luc said in a low voice, while sliding one hand all the way down my front, over my bikini bottom. "That they might catch you."
A small, low whimper escaped me.
He untied one of the side strings at my hip and wormed his fingers in the front, pushing the fabric off to the side as he went.
"Do you want me to teach you more about sex, sweet star?"
"Y-yes," I whispered so softly, it was barely audible.
"What was that?" he asked, and skirted his fingers around my folds, teasing me.
"Yes," I said louder, and my voice came out deep and smoky, the voice of a stranger. He continued to tease, his left hand drawing circles under the top of my bikini and his right hand, teasing the top of my thighs, which were already wet from anticipation. His breath was loud in my ear. I wanted to beg him to plunge his fingers in, to give me more, but I waited.
"Sex is not just physical." Finally his fingers dipped inside, and I had to doubt him. "It's not just emotional." He gathered some honey on his fingers and danced a roundabout so deftly I cried out.
"Sshh," he whispered, his voice full of smoldering seriousness and play. "They'll hear you."
Then he found my clitoris and I bit my lip.
"It's not just physical, not just emotional. It's mental." He brushed a kiss against my temple. "And it's spiritual."
He pinched my nipple harder and a high-pitched peep escaped even though I bit down on my bottom lip harder.
"And it's so, so much more."
He started moving his fingers faster. My legs trembled, and then my whole body was shaking.
Jean-Luc gave me a quick nip on my ear and then kissed down my back. His fingers never stopped.
Then his voice was in my ear again.
"Are you wet for me, baby?"
I nodded. Although he didn't need my affirmation, he clearly knew.
He pulled my hips back in one fast motion.
Then he went back to his torture, teasing and escalating and coaxing every electric feeling out of me. I grabbed the railing harder.
I was flushed and hot. The wood was so hard under my hands. The fabric of shorts made a crinkling sound as ground his erection into me. Two birds whooshed close past my face and I soared with them.
"Anyone could come by," he said, "any minute."
Then he gave a particularly vicious flick and I exploded.
I heard a soft, warm, appreciative chuckle from him. Then a condom rip.
"You ready for the mental game?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes," I said.
"You know what's the best thing about fucking from behind?"
I shook my head.
He slid into me. Despite my vow to be silent, I cried out.
Jean-Luc bent over me, easily holding me in place.
"Everything," he said in a husky whisper.
I bit my lip even more, almost afraid I'd draw blood. Jean-Luc pushed in a little more. The angle was different, hitting places so much deeper. I stood up on tippy-toe, arched my back, pushed even further back against him.
He pumped in and out, slow, deliberate movements.
I whimpered.
"That's it," he said softly.
Jean-Luc's hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my back. Sliding around my waist. Kneading and teasing my breasts, pushing me against him by pressing my shoulder, gliding over my hair.
"Oh God," I said.
He plunged and retreated faster. His breathing sounded even harder, louder, raspier in my ear. Desperate.
In the middle of all that green, I could barely see. Everything was so lush, and vibrant, and magnified.
Yet only Jean-Luc mattered. His fingers, his cock, his voice.
The loose-hanging fabric of my bikini top swayed with each thrust of Jean-Luc's hips. He went faster and faster, harder and harder. Just when I thought he would crescendo, he stopped. He pulled most of the way out and hovered.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Decadent, incredible. Wicked," I said.
He rubbed his cheek against mine. "Good," he said and slammed into me hard.
He pulled out slowly, "How about cherished, adored..."
Jean-Luc pulled almost all the way out again.
"Yes," I said and nodded.
He slammed into me.
"Well-fucked, prized." He began a slow in and out, building the tension again. My toes started to tingle.
"Naughty," he whispered in my ear.
He grabbed my hips and started pumping faster.
"Incendiary," he said. He reached around and rubbed that nub inside me, finding a special spot on the special spot and rubbing back and forth in time with his strokes.
"Bewitching," he said.
He opened his legs wider and pushed up with each stroke, hitting a whole new place I didn't even know I had.
Then he slowed again. Ran one finger down my spine. I arched even further for him. He slammed in and out and my mouth hinged open, my deep breath sounded so loud, a ragged intake and exhale as harsh as the woods.
Then it exploded. A bar of peanut brittle shattered into a million, sharp, flying pieces.
Then I could breathe better than ever before, although I'd never had a problem with that. The world was a safe, amazing, happy place.
Thanks to Jean-Luc.
I cuddled into him, my head on his chest. I chuckled.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm reminded of a line I read once," I said.
"What?"
"After that, I need a cigarette. And I don't even smoke."
He laughed.
"You're not so bad yourself, beautiful."
He stroked my hair. I made a contented, cat-like purr.
"Oh shit!" he said, sitting up abruptly.
"What?"
"I almost forgot. I have to drive my cousin to the airport. What time is it?"
I twisted around to look at my bedside clock. "3:15."
"Okay, I still have time, but I got to go." He jumped out of bed. He yanked on his underwear and pants on. "Do you still want to go out tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.
"Uh-huh," I said.
He shoved his feet into his shoes.
"I see how it's gonna be," I said. "Love 'em and leave 'em."
"Yup," he said. "But I'll always come back." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll text you," he said. Then he ran out the door.
I smiled to myself. I felt like I could run a marathon. I didn't want to get dressed. I put on my Dallas Cowboys nightshirt. A second later my doorbell rang. I went and opened it.
"What did you for—"
It wasn't Jean-Luc. It was Bevvie. Her eyes opened wide.
She looked me up and down. She wiggled her head from side to side and leered. "Yeah. You totally lost your virginity."
"Jeesh. Privacy much?"
I stepped back so she could come in.
"Your parents go away for four days and you pop your cherry. But you didn't do it by yourself. Details, I need details."
"No you don't."
"Is it someone from work?"
"Jeez Bevvie. Let it go."
"It's a porn star. A married guy. A gigolo."
"Very funny," I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked up. It was pretty funny.
"Come on, Marce. Tell me. Tell."
I sighed. I couldn't say that I met him at work.
"Okay, you know the cute guy with the dogs?"
"No."
"You know, the cute guy. Dark hair. Walks his two big dogs, greyhounds."
"No," she said again.
I forgot that Bevvie didn't walk around the neighborhood. She wasn't exactly into exercise.
"Okay," I said. I wanted to make sure everything I said was true. "There's this guy. I see him a lot walking his dogs, but I'd never talked to him."
"And then one day he just asked you out!"
"No."
"Oh."
"Then one day he invited me to have dinner with him and his wife," I said.
"Wife??"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, they have this friend. Evan, the cute guy, introduced me to his friend, and he asked me out for dinner, and the rest is history."
"You're just now telling me this!"
"It just happened."
"And you slept with him on the first date!"
"What? No!" Well, sort of. "No," I said again.
"So how many dates have you had?"
"A few," I said.
"Mmn-hmmn." She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "So does this mystery man have a name?"
"Jean-Luc."
"Ooooo, very French."
I smiled.
"When do I meet him?"
"Ack!" Like never.
"Invite him to the picnic at the lake tomorrow."
"What?" Hell no.
"Jamie's picnic."
"That's a bad idea, Bev."
"Why? He's not married is he? Oh my God. He's married."
"He's not married," I said.
"Then why not?"
"He's like, older."
"Like forty?"
"Ack! No, not like forty."
"Thirty?"
"No!"
"So, what? Eighteen and a half?"
Wise-acre. Jeez. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six?
"So how old is he?" Bevvie asked.
"Twenty-five," I said.
"Big deal," Bevvie said. "My father is ten years older than my mother."
Hhm.
"And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?"
"That's different," I said. "It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents."
"But didn't your mom get married at eighteen?"
"Huh."
"So invite him to the lake."
"No," I said.
She rolled her eyes around, and she rolled her whole head with it. "Why not?"
"He doesn't want to go to some high school thing."
"Jamie's older sister will be there, and she's a senior in college. And his cousin will be there, and he's twenty-five. And their friends will be there. So ask him."
"You're freaking pushy," I said.
"Gotta love it," she said.
Or not.
"He won't want to go," I said.
"Why don't you call him and find out?" she asked.
"I really hate you," I said. But I got my phone. I wasn't sure exactly what to write. I texted. 'Invited to join some friends and others for picnic at lake tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?'
He texted back right away. 'Sure. What time?'
"Holy shit," I said.
"Bingo," Bevvie said, looking over my shoulder. "Is he cute?"
"Yeah," I said. "He's really cute."
"Does he have a brother?"
"Ah, I don't know," I said.
"What did you talk about?"
"We didn't exactly talk."
Bevvie and I cracked up.
"Was it good?"
"Do you ever let up?"
"No."
"Bye, Bevvie," I said, and I walked her to the door.
She gave out a huge, exaggerated sigh. "You're going to give me details you know."
In your dreams.
"Bye, Bev," I said again.
"Bye. See ya tomorrow."
I rested my head against the closed door. She's my best friend. But boy, she can be a pain in the butt.
Is it too soon for more ice cream?
Nah. I worked off a lot of calories with Jean-Luc, right?
What flavor do you pick for when your friend pushes you? Butter pecan?
Instead of ice cream I decided on a nap. I was still thinking about the altruism thing. Somehow it seemed important. Like my growing up depended on it.
I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the pink bed canopy.
I couldn't rely on Jean-Luc doing all the growing up stuff for me. I'd have to do some of it myself.
Oh, Jean-Luc! I didn't text him back. I grabbed my phone. 'Four thirty ish.'
He texted back a minute later. 'I'll pick u up.'
My phone binged with another text from him. 'Want to stay in tonight? :)
I decided to try to be clever. 'Do you WANT to be IN tonight?'
Bing. 'More than you will ever, ever know.'
In it is.
Bing. Another text from Jean-Luc. 'I could stop by around 8.'
I texted him back. 'I'll be waiting.'
Even though I was lying down, I did an excited little dance, which came out looking more like a tantrum kick.
I immediately fell into a deep sleep. My first dream was about being in outer space, my second dream was of Jean-Luc, soft and fuzzy making love to me. Then I was dead and drooling. My next dream someone was banging on a door. Repeatedly.
I woke up.
I looked at the clock. 7:50. Oh shit.
I groggily got up and answered the door.
It was Jean-Luc. He looked me up and down. His gaze took in my nightshirt and disheveled hair, and he smiled.
"I like it," he said. "Pre-tousled. Fresh out of bed. Very, very, sexy."
I was still waking up, so it took me a minute to realize he had a bag of take-out food with him. He held it up.
"I brought Chinese food, mostly vegetables."
I nodded and walked into the kitchen.
"You alright, baby?"
I nodded. "Tired."
Jean-Luc flashed a very self-satisfied smirk before he got his face under control.
"And hungry," I said.
He put the Chinese food bag on the table.
"And horny," I said, even though that wasn't really true.
Jean-Luc came over and kissed me. "We have to pace ourselves. I don't want to wear you out before you're even two decades old."
He kissed me again. "Want to watch a movie, eat Chinese food, and I'll lick chocolate ice cream off you for dessert?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
*
Sunday I both texted and called Jean-Luc to tell him he didn't have to come to the picnic. He didn't back out.
He picked me up on time. It was a very short drive to the lake. Short but still long enough for me to have nerves.
"It seems like you shouldn't be meeting anyone I know from my regular life," I said, before I realized how rude that might seem. "Like, my Melody's life should be separate from daily life."
"Like sex club friends zero, older friends one?"
That didn't even make sense.
"I told Bevvie that Evan introduced us," I said.
"Which is true," he said.
Then we were there. I bit my nails. I didn't know what I was afraid of.
We got out. Jean-Luc got two six-packs of beer out of the back seat. I looked at him.
"Hey, it's a picnic," was all he said.
The first person we ran into was Bevvie. Her eyes widened. I could tell she thought Jean-Luc was a major hottie. Her expression changed quickly from appreciation to wary and questioning.
"This is my best friend, Bevvie. Bevvie, this is Jean-Luc."
He put down one of the packs of beer to shake her hand. "Bevvie. Is that short for Beverly?"
She nodded.
"That's a beautiful name. And Bevvie's a cool, original nickname for it," Jean-Luc said sincerely. Just like that she was charmed.
Bevvie introduced us to the people we didn't know.
Bevvie walked off to start the grill. As soon as she left, Brittany, a beautiful blonde cheerleader, and also my tormenting nemesis, flounced over. She was wearing a bright red bikini top that pushed her boobs up to her neck, and a bright red bikini bottom with a flounce on it that made her look like she was cheerleading even when she wasn't.
"Hi," she purred to Jean-Luc without looking at me. "Marcy, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Hell no.
"Brittany this is Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc, this is Brittany."
"Well, I'm so glad Marcy brought someone," Brittany said. "Usually she doesn't hang out with anybody. Maybe you'd like to come build a fire for me?" Then she batted her eyes at him. Literally fluttered her eyelashes.
Jean-Luc stepped behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and then worked one hand through my hair.
"Well," Jean-Luc drawled. "Any friend of Marcy's is a friend of mine," he said dryly in a way that conveyed he didn't at all consider her a friend. "And I would build a fire for you," he said, and then there was a slight menace in his voice. "But I'm no boy scout."
Brittany turned on her heel and flounced away.
"Impressive," I said.
"Yeah. I have plenty of experience dealing with sharks and other predatory a****ls. It's the ones in sheep's clothing that are particularly dangerous. Better to cut that thorny plant down before it does any damage."
I twisted around and smiled up at him. "You're handsome and smart. Anything you can't do?"
"I suck at basketball," he said.
"Nobody's perfect."
Jamie built a fire. Bevvie served hot dogs and hamburgers and potato salad. Jean-Luc had an easy time talking with everybody, getting them to talk about themselves, somehow managing to make them feel like they were the only person in the world, without neglecting me at all.
After a while the fullness from overeating and the late afternoon sun were making me tired. I got up and stretched. Jean-Luc did too.
"You want to take a walk?"
"Sure," I said.
I told Bevvie we were going to walk, and we began to hike through the woods. We went quite a ways, and it was nice to be under the shade of the dense trees and get a break from the warm, end-of-July sunshine. We looped back, and were actually only about 75 feet from the beach by the lake when Jean-Luc spotted a tall platform in the trees.
"It's like an old ranger stand or something," I said.
"Let's go up," we both said at once.
I started climbing up and Jean-Luc got on the ladder after me.
"Great view from here," he said.
I twisted around to look at him. He was staring at my butt.
Just like that, something changed in me. Gone was the shy virgin, who was partially embarrassed that she was working in a sex club. And also gone was the reticence that someone would find out how I met Jean-Luc, that things wouldn't work out between us, that I'd never get over my mini-crush on Evan, that I'd never be daring enough to do all the wild and crazy things everyone probably did in Melody's. I laughed out loud. I was new. I was daring. I was alive. And I was ready to eat the world, whatever experiences it might offer me. I was ravenous. I could gobble it all up.
We reached the top.
"What's so funny, Lafferty?"
"All my shyness is gone," I said. "Like I'm willing to try anything, do anything."
"Oh yeah?" he asked. His eyebrows went up for a minute, and then his gaze got sultry and steamy. Suddenly, the air shimmered, like the illusion of an oasis of black water above a frying-hot road.
"Yeah," I said. I put my arms out high and turned around in a circle. "Like seize the day."
I could tell my giddiness was turning him on, but I didn't know why.
"Okay then," he said. He pulled me over to the edge of the platform, and turned me so I was facing out. He bent down behind me so his head was next to mine; he was checking my line of sight. Then he coaxed me a little to the left.
Through the canopy of leaves, I could see a small section of beach. Some guy was playfully chasing Brittany around the campfire. Jamie was talking to his cousin. Bevvie was standing with her back to us, her arms crossed.
"We can see them," Jean-Luc said. "But they can't see us."
"Unless someone was standing a few paces behind where Bevvie is," I said. "And they knew where the platform was and they were purposely looking directly at it."
"Exactly," Jean-Luc said. He straightened up, opened his legs so he was shorter, and fit the front of his hips to my backside.
"We're all alone," he said. "But not."
Jean-Luc slid his hands up and down the sides of my waist. "When I first saw you, it was like there was a light coming out of you." He made the caressing strokes longer. "A pure shining glow that I wanted to capture, hold in my hand, elevate, increase, and magnify a hundred fold."
Jean-Luc's hands slid over the bottoms of my breasts and back down to the top of my hips and up again.
He leaned his head until it was near my ear. "Devour. Fuck."
My toes tingled and my mouth went dry.
He untied the back string of my bikini top. He slid his hands underneath the free-hanging fabric triangles.
"Ever had sex outdoors?" he asked.
"You know I haven't," I said.
He reached his hands up further, so his thumbs were stroking over my nipples. They popped out obediently for him.
"One of the great things about having sex outdoors, is feeling the nature on your skin," he said. He gently blew on the back of my neck, and suddenly I was aware of breezes everywhere. The wind rustling through the leaves, the air around my feet, the push and pull of the tides.
"The other great thing about having sex outdoors," he rolled my nipples between my fingers, and instinctively I ground my ass back into him. "Is the thrill, the possibility, the probability of getting caught."
Jean-Luc bit the side of my neck.
"Watch them," he said.
I saw Bevvie move to the left to say something to Jamie.
"And worry," Jean-Luc said in a low voice, while sliding one hand all the way down my front, over my bikini bottom. "That they might catch you."
A small, low whimper escaped me.
He untied one of the side strings at my hip and wormed his fingers in the front, pushing the fabric off to the side as he went.
"Do you want me to teach you more about sex, sweet star?"
"Y-yes," I whispered so softly, it was barely audible.
"What was that?" he asked, and skirted his fingers around my folds, teasing me.
"Yes," I said louder, and my voice came out deep and smoky, the voice of a stranger. He continued to tease, his left hand drawing circles under the top of my bikini and his right hand, teasing the top of my thighs, which were already wet from anticipation. His breath was loud in my ear. I wanted to beg him to plunge his fingers in, to give me more, but I waited.
"Sex is not just physical." Finally his fingers dipped inside, and I had to doubt him. "It's not just emotional." He gathered some honey on his fingers and danced a roundabout so deftly I cried out.
"Sshh," he whispered, his voice full of smoldering seriousness and play. "They'll hear you."
Then he found my clitoris and I bit my lip.
"It's not just physical, not just emotional. It's mental." He brushed a kiss against my temple. "And it's spiritual."
He pinched my nipple harder and a high-pitched peep escaped even though I bit down on my bottom lip harder.
"And it's so, so much more."
He started moving his fingers faster. My legs trembled, and then my whole body was shaking.
Jean-Luc gave me a quick nip on my ear and then kissed down my back. His fingers never stopped.
Then his voice was in my ear again.
"Are you wet for me, baby?"
I nodded. Although he didn't need my affirmation, he clearly knew.
He pulled my hips back in one fast motion.
Then he went back to his torture, teasing and escalating and coaxing every electric feeling out of me. I grabbed the railing harder.
I was flushed and hot. The wood was so hard under my hands. The fabric of shorts made a crinkling sound as ground his erection into me. Two birds whooshed close past my face and I soared with them.
"Anyone could come by," he said, "any minute."
Then he gave a particularly vicious flick and I exploded.
I heard a soft, warm, appreciative chuckle from him. Then a condom rip.
"You ready for the mental game?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes," I said.
"You know what's the best thing about fucking from behind?"
I shook my head.
He slid into me. Despite my vow to be silent, I cried out.
Jean-Luc bent over me, easily holding me in place.
"Everything," he said in a husky whisper.
I bit my lip even more, almost afraid I'd draw blood. Jean-Luc pushed in a little more. The angle was different, hitting places so much deeper. I stood up on tippy-toe, arched my back, pushed even further back against him.
He pumped in and out, slow, deliberate movements.
I whimpered.
"That's it," he said softly.
Jean-Luc's hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my back. Sliding around my waist. Kneading and teasing my breasts, pushing me against him by pressing my shoulder, gliding over my hair.
"Oh God," I said.
He plunged and retreated faster. His breathing sounded even harder, louder, raspier in my ear. Desperate.
In the middle of all that green, I could barely see. Everything was so lush, and vibrant, and magnified.
Yet only Jean-Luc mattered. His fingers, his cock, his voice.
The loose-hanging fabric of my bikini top swayed with each thrust of Jean-Luc's hips. He went faster and faster, harder and harder. Just when I thought he would crescendo, he stopped. He pulled most of the way out and hovered.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Decadent, incredible. Wicked," I said.
He rubbed his cheek against mine. "Good," he said and slammed into me hard.
He pulled out slowly, "How about cherished, adored..."
Jean-Luc pulled almost all the way out again.
"Yes," I said and nodded.
He slammed into me.
"Well-fucked, prized." He began a slow in and out, building the tension again. My toes started to tingle.
"Naughty," he whispered in my ear.
He grabbed my hips and started pumping faster.
"Incendiary," he said. He reached around and rubbed that nub inside me, finding a special spot on the special spot and rubbing back and forth in time with his strokes.
"Bewitching," he said.
He opened his legs wider and pushed up with each stroke, hitting a whole new place I didn't even know I had.
Then he slowed again. Ran one finger down my spine. I arched even further for him. He slammed in and out and my mouth hinged open, my deep breath sounded so loud, a ragged intake and exhale as harsh as the woods.
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