This is it.Tonight isthenight.
My first time having sex with Josh.
We’ve been dating for a little over month and haven’t moved past third base. Or maybe it’s second base.
Which one is under the clothes again?
Either way, he always puts a stop to things before they get too hot and heavy, saying he wants to take it slow.
Slow is good.
Slow lasts.
You know what else lasts? Being so horny you can’t think straight.
Tonight is going to be different, though. I can feel it in my soul.
The scene has been set: We had a fabulous steak dinner, shared a bottle of expensive wine, and then he asked if he could come up to my apartment with a wicked gleam in his eye.
That flat stomach I’d glimpsed when he was carrying boxes from his great aunt’s house are currently on full display. There’s no “Let’s take it slow” on either of our lips. From the way his tongue assaults mine, it’s clear he wants this as much as I do.
I’ve only hooked up with two guys in my life. William Mattingly: high school flame and long-term boyfriend, and Sean Malloy.
Sex with him was about as exciting as his job.
But this, tonight, is going to be different. I can feel it in my bones and my very, very aroused lady parts.
“You know what we should do?” Josh murmurs between wild kisses, my chest firmly gripped in both his hands.
“What?” I pant against his mouth, so ready. More than ready.
Drawing back, Josh looks deep into my eyes before nudging my head down.
Looks like we’re starting off with a good, old-fashioned blow job. I know a lot of girls don’t like going down there, but I find it empowering. Anything I can do to make my man a weak pile of mush is a win in my book.
The key is enthusiasm.
I’m pretty sure most guys are into it, but ifyou’rereally into it, then it blows their minds.
And I am ready to blow Josh’s mind.
“Oh, yeah,” he groans, keeping hold of my ponytail, urging me to move faster. “You’re so good at that, babe. Fuck. I knew you would be.”
Fire blazes in his hooded brown eyes as he watches me. I keep going until he gives my hair a tug and tells me to stand up. Not wanting to look like a slobbering dog, I drag a hand over my swollen lips and do as he asks, standing in front of him in nothing but my matching bra and thong bought specifically for this glorious occasion.
Who needs gas money, right?
Meg and I can always carpool to work if necessary.
Josh scrambles for his wallet and pulls out a condom. Once he’s all set, he drags my underwear down my thighs and settles me on top.
Not my favorite position, but we have time to figure out what feels best for us both.
We fit together well enough, although it’s been quite a while for me so there’s a bit of stinging. The pain should go away soon.
With his hands braced on my hips, he urges me to start moving. Groaning, his eyes roll back in his head as he settles deeper against the pillows. “That feels so good, baby.”
Does it? Because to me it feels like I’m bouncing around on a pogo stick.
