I made it into bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how I felt, she was probably still just curious. Letting my imagination run away with things that weren’t going to happen, there lay the path to madness. But I’m just human. I rolled over and pulled the sheet around me, and for a moment Aly was there next to me. The look on her face was one of love and happiness. My eyes burned with tears, it was how I’d always imagined my partner would look at me. I wanted that look. I wanted it so badly I’d seen it with Gillian when it wasn’t really there.
I closed my eyes and banished the image, not without effort, and forced my mind to think about something else. What was I going to make? What would she like? As I pondered ideas, sleep finally found me, and before I knew it, morning was pouring its light in through the window.
Once out of bed I pulled off my T-shirt and put on a sports bra before loading my favorite Tai Chi video. I let the movements flow through me and calm my mind. It took longer than usual, but eventually the tranquility of the forms penetrated and I felt better.
After a quick shower I grabbed my phone and found Vicky’s icon in my favorites.
“Hey, queijadinha, how are you?”
“Really good. You home?”
“Actually yes, my shoot isn’t till Thursday. What’s up?”
“Can I come down and raid your cookbooks?”
I heard her tone brighten suspiciously. “Sure. Why?” I hemmed and hawed for a moment. “Who are you cooking for, Taylor?” Silence for a few more seconds. “It’s a girl, yes? It is, ah Dios Mio, that’s wonderful. Tell me about her.”
“Fine. I’m making dinner for someone, and I want it to be special.”
“Okay, okay, eeee.” I could actually hear her flapping her arms in excitement. “Come down, come down, I’ll make the coffee.”
Alyssa
By the time I opened my eyes the next morning it was after ten. My phone’s screen went dark as I glanced at my bed stand. I grabbed it to see what had lit it up in the first place. It was a text from Taylor. Yippee!
Taylor — Morning, beautiful, sleep well?
I kicked my feet under the covers, making Taffey jump down with a mewl of protest. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Look, Taylor thinks I’m beautiful.” My calico hopped back up and settled on the pillow next to me while I scratched her head.
Aly — Yeah, thinking about you. What’cha doin?
Taylor — Planning for tonight. Do you like curry?
Aly — Sure, sounds great
Taylor — Perfect, see you soon
She followed that with a text including her address. I held my phone close to my chest and listened to my heart beat fast as I thought about what was going to happen this evening. I remembered kissing Taylor last night, and I ran my fingers over my lower lip, which tingled at the touch. I let my hand run down over my neck, gasping at the sensation. Tonight it would be Taylor’s hands and Taylor’s lips, and I had to stop now. My hands were starting to play over my body, and if I didn’t reign myself in I was going to masturbate right on my bed, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to be fully primed tonight.
I’d lost my virginity on prom night. I’d planned for weeks leading up to it. I’d been nervous and excited, dropping hints to my boyfriend that I was ready. Of course, it had ended up being a huge disappointment. Ryan hadn’t known what he was doing anymore that I did, and those things that my friends had talked about, the tingles that came with his kisses, the wetness getting me ready for his penetration, none of them happened. It had been hurried, uncomfortable, and mercifully brief. Apparently Ryan had loved it, just gushing about it afterwards, but it’d left me hollow.
I was feeling like that again, nervous and excited, but somehow I knew this wasn’t going to be a disappointment. I responded to her in a way I never had before. I decided I wanted a bath, so I went over to my mom’s big soaker tub and did the whole nine yards, bath salts, bubbles, scented candles. I even washed in the shower before I got in. It took a force of will not to get myself off while I did it, but somehow I managed. I soaked for almost an hour, scenarios for tonight running through my mind. How would she take me? Would she use toys? A strap-on? I was sure she’d go down on me, something that made me crazy thinking about it. I’d never experienced that before, none of my boyfriends had ever been willing.
One of Sadie’s guys had done it to her, and she almost shook when she told me about how amazing it was. I was going to do it to Taylor too, if she let me. I’d never been brave enough to taste myself after jilling off. What would it be like? Oh, God, I wanted to know.
I finally climbed out of the tub and cleaned up, and it was after one o’clock by the time I was back in my room, staring out my window, wrapped in my soft cotton robe. My phone rang, and I picked it up and looked. I felt a spike of fear that it was Taylor calling to cancel, but wasn’t, it was Sadie. I probably shouldn’t have answered, but I’d been dodging her calls since Kelsey’s accident.
“Hello.”
“Ms. Vice President, greetings.” Her voice was deep and serious, a total put on.
“Oh, stop it.”
“Don’t blame me, you’re the one who ran for office.”
“I told you, it looks good on a resume.”
“Maybe, but instead of just enjoying our senior year, you have to be all responsible and stuff.”
I huffed at her. “It’s not too bad. Besides, you’re the recruitment officer.”
“Yeah, so while you have to make sure we have enough pretzels and that the alcohol stays hidden, I get to plan out how to torture the pledges. Advantage me.”
I giggled. Sadie and I had been randomly assigned as roommates our freshman year, and we’d been instant best friends. We’d rushed EKT together, roomed together throughout college. We talked about everything, guys, families, sex, hopes and dreams. I’d never met anyone who could read people like Sadie. She was going to make an amazing psychologist someday. I’d never been afraid of that ability in her. At least, until right now.
“So why’ve you been ghosting me, roomie?”
“I’m sorry, a bit of family drama. Kelsey almost died.”
“What!?” I gave her a brief recap of what had happened. “Holy crap, Aly, why didn’t you let me know?”
“I thought about it a bunch, but then I’d get distracted or something. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll forgive you this time. You said she’s alright.”
“Yeah, she’s fine, didn’t even miss a day of school.”
“Ok, so what else. Meet anybody interesting since you’ve been home?”
“Interesting? Who could I meet here?”
“In L. A.? Gee, let me think. And that is not a denial.”
“Sadie….”
“Alyssa, have you met someone?”
“Actually I have a date tonight.” I heard her squeal on the other end of the connection.
“Ok, details Name?”
“Taylor. Actually, it’s one of the lifeguards that rescued Kelsey. I went back to say thank you, and well…”
“Oh my god, a little gratitude tumble for the hero, huh?”
“I’m kinda hoping for more than that. And you know that problem I have with guys?”
“Yeah?” She knew all about the troubles I had getting aroused during sex. Like I said, we were close.
“I don’t think it’s a problem this time.”
“That’s awesome!”
“I mean, we haven’t done much yet but kiss.”
“You’ve kissed him already? And?”
I pulled my legs up to my chest and giggled. “It was amazing. Just… wow.”
“You got tingly all over, especially in happy, fun places?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“So is he totally ripped?”
“Lifeguard, duh. So when are you coming into town?” Subject change. Sadie was from Dallas, which was a solid twenty-hour drive.
“Sunday. Can I crash at your pad?”
“Of course.” The sorority house wouldn’t be open until Monday, so we could help each other move in.
“Good, maybe you and Taylor can take me and Noah for dinner.”
I tried to keep the nervousness out of my laughter. “We’ll see. I’ve really gotta get ready. I’ll see you then, okay?”
“Are you trying to hustle me off the phone?”
“Yup. Bye. Love you.”
“Fine, love you, too, girl.”
I disconnected with a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it up with her; she was seriously like a bloodhound if she got even a whiff something was up. Unlike yesterday, I had an easy time picking out an outfit this time. A grey, long sleeve, off the shoulder crop top with a pleated, button-down denim skirt made up the outfit, with a lacy white thong and strapless bra underneath. The skirt was several inches above my knee, so I went with white knee socks and black canvas tennies.
I twirled in my mirror. The tight top really accentuated my breasts, and left plenty of kissable skin visible, and the skirt with socks flashed just the right amount of leg. A vision of Taylor’s hand sliding up under my skirt sent a wickedly pleasurable shiver down my spine and directly into my pussy. Oh, I couldn’t wait for this. Google maps told me it was going to take about twenty minutes to get to Taylor’s house. Wait a second, if I was going to stay the night, what would I wear in the morning? No walk of shame for this girl, so I threw together an overnight bag, underwear, jeans and a T-shirt, another nicer blouse, in case things went really well.
I came downstairs and my mom was sitting at the kitchen table, talking to a client while my dad sat next to her working on his laptop.
“Hey guys.” I set my bag down by the base of the stairs.
My dad looked up and waved while my mom finished her call. I sat down at the table.
“All dolled up again, huh, sweetie?”
I blushed. “Yeah, dad.”
“You gonna come home tonight?”