His face moved away from mine. It moved down to my breasts, and I felt his mouth over the lace of my bra. Felt the wet warmth soaking through the delicate lace. I reached down between us again and slipped both hands into his unbuttoned jeans. Gripped him tightly and pulled rhythmically as he took my nipple through my lace bra and played with it in his mouth. His breathing increased, became shorter and sharper, and I knew I would need to ease off soon, especially if I wanted to take this all the way.Did I want to take it all the way?
Yes, I did. I felt like I needed a reprieve from my mind and everything that was going on inside it. A break from the reality around me, a way to silence and block out the chaos from behind that door, and also . . .I just wanted to be close to Andrew.I wanted to have all of him. Sex was not often about the other person for me, but this time, it was.
‘Do you want to have sex?’ I pulled away and asked, just in case some signals were getting mixed here. I’d once assumed that the guy I was with had wanted to have sex, but apparently, he didn’t have sex on first dates. This had led to an embarrassing moment for me. So now I always made sure I asked.
Andrew didn’t speak. He just blinked.
‘So, do you? Sex? With me?’
‘Um . . .’ Andrew ran a hand through his hair, looking unsure.
‘I mean, I feel like it’s headed that way. You’re clearly ready for it, physically.’ I looked down at the hard bulge in his pants. ‘I’m obviously ready for it.’ I looked down at my nipples and waited for him to respond again, but he didn’t. ‘Shit, was that too forward? Should I not have asked? It’s just that this one time I climbed onto a guy’s lap while we were kissing, thinking that he wanted to have sex, but he didn’t, so I don’t want to assume that—’
‘I want to.’ He cut me off. ‘A lot.’ He smiled at me and closed the gap between us once more. ‘A lot.’
‘Me too.’ I smiled back at him, pleased with his answer.
‘But . . .’ Andrew looked around the room and then back to me. ‘Here? In a bathroom? I thought you said you would never have sex with me in a bathroom.’
It took me a few moments, but when I got it I laughed and clapped my hands together in utter delight. Andrew laughed too, and when I tried to clap my hands together again, he grabbed them. He held on to them tightly, but not too tightly, just the right amount of tight. And then he guided them back to his body.
‘I love it when you touch me,’ he whispered.
‘I love touching you,’ I said, tracing the lines of his torso with my fingers. His body was a map, and all the lines on his torso were roads, and all the roads seemed to lead to the exact same place. I slipped my finger into the elastic of his underwear and pulled at it.
‘You should take these off,’ I said, letting the elastic go.
‘So should you.’ His eyes moved to my purple panties.
‘Okay.’ I took a step back so he could watch me. I was awkward in social situations, awkward in most other places, but I’d never been awkward here. In moments like these. I slowly pulled my underwear down and stepped out of it. His eyes went straight there, and stayed there.
‘What about you?’ I pointed at his underwear and clicked my fingers.
‘Impatient?’ he asked.
‘Very!’
‘Well, then . . .’ He pulled them down in one quick move. I tilted my head back and forth, taking him all in, and then I started nodding.
‘Good!’ I closed my one eye. ‘Good proportions. Perhaps a bit more girth than I’m used to, but good.’
‘Wow. Did you just review my dick?’
‘It was a good review though.’
‘I know, but seriously,out loud!’
‘Should I have done it in my head instead?’
He didn’t respond; instead he hung his head and shook it for a while.
‘What?’ I asked, worried that I’d offended him. But it had been a good review. ‘It’s one of the nicest penises I’ve ever seen!’ I added quickly, in case he needed the review to be glowing, not ‘just good’.
He looked up at me again, His head-shaking continued.
‘Honestly, it is. It’s very—’
‘Stop!’ He held his hand up to cut me off, just as I was about to launch into the theory of penis size and the size of your index finger in relation to your ring finger.
