Chapter 2

Gloria’s mouth hangs open. She wants to say something, but nothing’s coming out. It makes her look a little like a fish out of water — but a really cute fish, with gorgeous, kissable lips.

“Relax,” I say. “I promise to go slow and use lots of lube.”

Her look of horror turns into a nervous grin.

Our conversation pauses as Mom sits down at the table again. “There’s a toothbrush for you on the bathroom sink — it’s the one still in the box. So after dinner, you girls want to help me stuff some envelopes?”

That sounds about as exciting as watching paint dry, and I really want to get my hands back on Gloria, but it’s my mom and she’s always been there for me. “Sure, Mom.”

The three of us are parked on the couch, surrounded by stacks of brochures, empty envelopes, and address labels. We’re watching the Olympics as we work — it’s figure skating — yay. And yes, I was being sarcastic. Though Tara and Johnny are looking quite fabulous tonight and their commentary manages to keep me entertained.

Gloria is sitting right next to me and keeps me entertained as well. Every time she leans forward to place a finished envelope on the stack, her leg rubs seductively against mine. I know she’s doing it on purpose, I can see her grinning. That’s OK. I’ve been trailing my fingers over the inside of her thigh each time I return from depositing one of mine.

I sneak a little higher each time.

My mind starts to wander. Maybe it’s because I’m still a little high, but the next time I look at the television, I imagine the skaters’ faces have morphed into Gloria’s and mine. I’ve never skated in my life, but I think about the two of us on ice, Gloria’s strong hands on my hips getting ready to toss me into the air for a quadruple something or other.

I give Gloria’s knee a squeeze the next time I reach for another brochure. I find myself hoping for a wardrobe malfunction and secretly wishing the cameras will reveal Gloria’s body underneath.

After an hour of stuffing envelopes, the teasing touches from both of us, and the strangeness of watching couples skating while wearing our faces, I can’t stand it anymore. I stand up. “Mom, we’re gonna go to bed. Gotta be fresh in the morning for canvasing.”

My mom winks. “Sure honey. Just remember girls, play safe.”

“Goodnight Miss Nelson.”

“G’night Gloria. G’night Christine.”

“Fucking Ice skating,” I say, pulling the door closed.

“I know, I can’t even believe that shit’s a sport,” Gloria says. “Snowboarding is so much better.”

“No, not that. I kept imagining our faces on the skaters.” I’ve got my hands on Gloria’s hips to demonstrate, and I give her a twirl right there in my bedroom. When she comes back into my arms, I let my hand slide down to cup her ass. “It was getting me kind of hot.”

Gloria’s smiling as she wraps her arms around my waist.

“Will you throw me for a quadruple Salchow?” I ask. “Maybe a triple Lutz?”

“Would you shut up about ice skating and kiss me already?” Our lips meet, and I feel Gloria’s tongue sliding over mine. There’s a sweet taste, like Coca-Cola or Christmas cookies for a brief moment, and then she releases me.

Gloria looks up at me. “Were you serious about sticking a dildo up my ass?”

“You want me to?” I take her face in my hands, and plant a trio of kisses on the side of her neck, just below her ear. Her skin has a salty taste, and it’s a nice contrast to the sweetness of her mouth and tongue.

“Fuck no. It hurts.” Gloria has her hands on my cheeks again and is trying to force her tongue back into my mouth. I pull back, just out of reach.

“So you’ve tried it. I bet it was with a boy, wasn’t it?” I move my mouth to her neck again and I’m kissing my way up to her earlobe.

“Boys are too impatient. Trust me, I am so much better,” I whisper, and swirl my tongue around the outside of her ear. Gloria steps back and looks at me like I’m from another planet. “I’m serious,” I say, as I pull the strap-on out of my dresser drawer along with a condom and a bottle of lube. “You wanna try it.”

Gloria is no longer looking at me, she’s too busy studying the floor. The brash girl from the rooftop appears to have shrunk about three inches. I set the toy on the top of dresser and take her hand in mine, waiting.

“Christine,” she says. “Christine, I haven’t had too many partners.”

“I’m not surprised. You probably scare the shit out of them.”

“Fuck you.” She slugs me in the arm, but at least she’s smiling again. “I mean — I mean, I’m still a virgin.”

“You’ve had a dick up your ass, and you’re telling me you’re still a virgin?”

“Well technically yes, I think I am.” She’s looking at the floor again. “I didn’t want to get pregnant, you know?”

Actually, I don’t know, I’ve never been with a boy, but I could tell it was something she was not entirely comfortable with. I wrap my arms around Gloria and run my fingers lightly over her back. I feel her tension releasing, so I slide my hands under the hem of her t-shirt and raise it a bit.

I enjoy the firmness of her tummy and the muscles of her back as I let my hands wander. Her skin is cool and she’s quivering ever so slightly. I pull her to me. “So do I get the honor of being your first?”

I’ve got her shirt half-way up, and my hands on bare skin when she nods her agreement. I make a promise to myself right then, that I will make her first time the most gentle and amazing experience ever. Something that she will remember for years to come, and secretly measure every other lover against.

Not that I’m bragging. OK, I am. A little.

Over her head goes the shirt and I lower my mouth to her shoulder to plant a row of kisses. “Gloria, I want your first time to be good.” More kisses, this time on the other shoulder. “So just lie back, and close your eyes. Let me take care of you.”

“OK,” I hear as Gloria seats herself on the edge of the bed. I trail my fingertips over her shoulders, smoothing out the kisses I just planted there. Or maybe I’m rubbing them in, so that they’ll stay there and be part of her forever, I don’t know. I do know that I like the feeling of her skin under my touch.

Gloria reclines, and I strip down to my underwear before helping her out of her jeans. I leave her panties on and curse myself for not having any dental dams. I hate those things, but right now I’d probably give my eye-teeth for one. At least I’ve got a full box of surgical gloves.

“Close your eyes Gloria.” I trail my finger down her nose to demonstrate. Her eyelids droop, and I let my finger continue gently on, over her lips, past her chin, and halfway down her neck before I lift it. I pause to take in her beautiful body once more before climbing up on all fours, poised only inches above her.

She can’t see me, but she senses me, and a smile crosses her lips.

I bow my head to her ear. “You’re a fine looking girl, Gloria. Now just relax. I’m going to touch you. Don’t feel like you have to touch me back. It’s better if you don’t.”

“OK,” I hear. It sounds a little tentative.

“You can tell me if you don’t like it, but I think you will. Trust me?”

Gloria nods her head, and I kiss her on the lips. She tries to bring her hand up to my neck as I do, but I brush her away. I take her by the wrist and bring her hand to my mouth instead. “Let me do all the work. You’ll get your chance later, but for now you just enjoy.” I place two gentle kisses on her thumb.

Her hand is clenched, but the fingers begin to loosen a little as I kiss each one in turn. I repeat my kisses and soon Gloria’s relaxed enough that I’m able to take a little nibble at each fingertip. I hear her exhale and watch as she wiggles into the comforter on my bed.

I’ve got both of Gloria’s hands in mine now, our fingers spread and interlocked together. I move her hands to either side of the pillow, just above her head. Lowering my own head, I move my mouth to under her ear. I pause a few millimeters from her skin and suck in a breath. She shivers.

“You’re going to want me to kiss you, Gloria. But I’m not going to.” I move my head to the other side and repeat the process. She shivers again but says nothing. This is going to be easier than I thought. I let go of Gloria’s hands and she does not make any effort to move them. “Good girl,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”

A few more almost, but not quite kisses, and Gloria turns to jelly.

I sit up, astride her thighs, and look down over her body. Her nipple ring glints in the dim light of my room and beckons me to it. Not yet. I touch my fingers to Gloria’s collarbone and trace out the shape of it, while watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing.

I lean in to plant more kisses, before tracing over them and smoothing them out with my fingertips. I’m pretty sure now that I’m rubbing them in so they won’t fade away.

Gloria is purring a bit with each exhale, and her inhales are growing sharper. I’m not entirely surprised. I’ve been dragging my fingertips from her collarbone to the top of her hip bone. Each pass brings me a little closer to, but not quite touching her breasts, and from the way she shivers I think she likes it. Actually, I know she likes it.

“Mmm, Christine,” she sighs, “what are you doing to me?”

“Shh. Relax. I’m just touching.”

I change course a bit, taking a longer, more circuitous route from Gloria’s neck to her hips. I trail my fingers over the upper part of her chest, bringing my hands together for the journey through the valley of her breasts, and then apart again as I slide over her stomach to her hips. I repeat this route several times, with a slight variation for each pass.

Never once do I touch Gloria’s nipples, even though I see them standing up begging for my attention. Nor do I touch her panties, even though the way she’s grinding her ass into my mattress tells me she wants me to.

I lower my head and begin blowing a stream of air on Gloria’s unadorned nipple as I make my next pass down over her body. I feel her shiver and buck her hips, but I continue at the same slow, and most likely quite agonizing pace. Well agonizing if your name is Gloria, that is.

For my next journey over her skin, I’m blowing air on Gloria’s pierced nipple. Now agonizing is a fitting description for both of us. I gaze down upon the crinkled pinkish-tan flesh under my mouth and the temptation is so great. So great that I can’t stop myself. I flick the ring with my tongue and move it so that it’s standing straight up to greet me.

“Mmm, ohhh,” Gloria says. I completely understand.

I take the ring in my teeth and give it a little tug. Gloria moans. I pull her nipple into my mouth and bat the ring around with my tongue. Gloria moans again. So do I. My fingers have completed another run and have found the waistband of her panties. They’re a cute, barely-there thong pair. I give them a yank and watch them sink into her folds.

No sooner do I pull up on Gloria’s undies than she begins to shudder. This is a little stronger than the shivering she’s been undergoing so far, so I do it again.