I took deep breath. “I’m going to be the third guy. The one that knows it is your decision. And who knows that you are a more mature, sensible person than he is. And who will be around, willing to do anything for you he can to help you make your best decision, whatever it is.” Then I added, “But if you are going to say yes at some point, PLEASE do so before Graduation! If I find out too late that you were going to say yes, I think I’ll jump off a bridge.”
She just laughed.
“Relax, Al.” She took a deep breath. “I’m going to fuck you. Possibly right here, right now, on the field of battle upon which thou didst win my honor,” she finished with a Medieval flair, bowing slightly, then straightening quickly enough to make her tits bobble a little.
“I didn’t ‘win’ your… I mean, um… I didn’t…”
Thankfully she interrupted me by taking a step closer, standing less than a few feet away. “I’m pretty sure I knew I was going to from the moment you said you wanted me the way you did. But I needed one more dose of drama first. I am still a teenaged girl. Drama is what we do, after all.”
I hated myself for saying the next words. “Um, First Guy me is saying ‘Fucking-A’, and looking around for a comfy spot for us to definitely get busted having sex on at 9:30AM on a sunny day. Second Guy is saying that maybe all the forced drama is a sign you should at least take a step back.”
“And Third Guy, the one supposed to be in charge?” Bridget asked.
“He’s saying maybe you should explain to him why you think he’s remotely worthy to take your virginity? Then you can listen to yourself and make sure you make sense.”
She smiled at me and took another step forward. First Guy was pretty much ready to hold Second and Third Guys at gunpoint if they didn’t shut up. I was so close…
“And that is why, if I actually need a ‘worthy’ guy, you are him,” she said. “Alistaire, you aren’t the first guy to get close, you know.”
“Well, yeah. I can think of a couple of guys who I assumed…”
“A couple of them probably assumed, too,” she said drily. “Gianni Torrine sure did. But I didn’t with any of them, because…”
“No harp music?” I asked quietly. Please don’t say it had been because there was no harp music, Bridget. If you say no harp music, I going to have to run away, very fast.
“No, not because there was no harp music with them, asshole,” Bridget replied with the cheerful sarcasm that had made her such a good friend for so long. Really. I think the minute we both realized that we actually liked calling each other ‘asshole’, was the moment we became true friends. “And for the record, there is no harp music with you, either. I’m standing here, with my tits out,” she continued, “trying to convince an overgrown string bean to give me my first fucking. A fucking that I suspect will be… what do you always say? Top Notch? Does that sound like a deathless romance’s birth?”
“No,” I agreed. Despite the subject matter, this suddenly felt like Bridget and Al again. “But if harp music wasn’t the requirement, then why didn’t you go for it already? You have had some pretty good-looking opportunities.”
“Because, in the end, when it came time to decide, I just didn’t feel like going that far for the first, or any, time with any of them,” she said tartly. “I mean, some you might be thinking of never got anywhere. Some others got a blowjob, or even three. I got eaten out once… twice,” she added, after a moment’s reconsideration. I really wanted to know if that afterthought there was about Petra. I really, really, wanted to ask, but I wasn’t going to risk it. Not right then, anyway. Guy Who Wants to Get Into Bridget’s Pants was sssssso close.
“But I just never felt that any of those other guys were going to help me navigate an admittedly major new skillset… unselfishly. And I really wanted a guy who I thought would be the same guy around me afterward as he was before. I didn’t ever quite feel like I had found that.” She shrugged. Damn, everything she did with her shirt off had amazing results! ”
“So I had a chance to suck a few cocks that seemed to deserve that at least, learn that not all sperm tastes bad, and had a pretty amazing orgasm or two.” She shrugged again. “But I think I’ve only gotten pickier just recently. Now, I want a guy who can keep his mouth shut. And I want a guy who doesn’t think only with his dick… but does think with it enough.” She was grinning now, and I realized that she had closed the gap between us even more. “And finally…” Bridget said, tugging at my waistband and sliding her hand down into my jock. I was powerless to stop her and had no desire left to try. “Finally, I want a guy with a really enormous… Holy Shit!”
Nope. Never, ever, gonna get old.
*
I finally got Bridget to put her top back on, admittedly after an almost complete lack of commitment on my part toward trying to convince her. But decent she was once more, and we had no sooner started walking around the rink to head back to campus and someplace safe than we ran headlong into Dean Fletcher, who had been about to round the corner in the other direction!
“Hey, Dean Fletcher!” Bridget chirped, as if she hadn’t just been standing in the open, topless, with a boy, about twenty seconds previously.
Once we got past that nearly heart-stopping moment, Bridget started wanting to work out where we could go right exactly then to ‘finish’ our discussion.
I shrugged. What the hell. Everything else had blown up. “I have just the place,” I said. “It is supposed to Beth’s and my secret place, and I’m not supposed to tell any other girl I’m with about it. But I think you ought to get a secret to have too, after all this, right?”
“We are going to tell her,” Bridget said sternly. Then she grinned wickedly. “Immediately after we are done with it.” Her laugh had always been infectious. “So what is this place you’ve found?”