Allie interjected, “How long had you been going out by then?”
“Let’s see, this was over Veterans’ Day, and our first date was September 20, so almost two months.”
“And, was this your first time with her?”
“No, we were having sex already by this time.”
“You stud you.”
“Why thanks, Allie, I’m glad you noticed.”
“Are you? Anyway, please keep going.”
I thought about what kinds of things to tell Allie about that weekend, but I decided to start with a bigger picture. “At this point Skye and I were really in love with each other. We were at the stage of our relationship where we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. When it’s your first time with a new person, it’s exciting because of the newness and you’re not sure what the other person will be like. But by this time I started to know what she liked.
“So in the car on the way we were kind of playing around with each other. Laughing and joking, some double entendres. She put her hand in my lap and felt my-” I paused and turned to Allie. It was time to describe a certain body part and I wanted to give her another chance to shut me up. She was nodding, clearly wanting me to keep going.
It felt so unusual to talk about this with little Allie. I turned away from her and looked straight ahead, hoping that keeping her out of my line of sight would make it easier. “She put her hand in my lap and felt my cock,” I said, my voice sounding smoother than I felt. “She ran her fingers up and down my shaft with a light touch. I was already partly hard from our conversation and from anticipating the weekend, but her fingers brought me to full strength.”
“In the car? Does that happen a lot?”
“Sometimes. When the stimulation is right.”
“Huh.”
“So anyway, I said all that just so you know we were both pretty horny when we got there, and we were all over each other as soon as we went in the door. But actually, instead of that night, I want to tell you about the next morning. That night the sex was good, but it was, let’s see, I’ll describe it as frantic. It’s what happened the next morning that I thought of immediately when you asked about a time with Skye that was perfect.”
“Mm, nice,” Allie said.
“I woke up that day in her bed, both of us naked. In fact, we were naked the whole day. Neither of us ever put on a single stitch of clothes.”
Allie said, “Wow. I’ve never known anyone well enough for that.”
I almost said, Someday you will, but I caught myself. I didn’t know.
“Skye went to the pantry and brought back two packs of pop tarts. Real gourmet, I know. We sat in bed and ate, trying to keep the crumbs out of the sheets. I broke a pop tart in half the long way, put one end in my mouth, and looked at her. We tried one of those Lady-and-the-Tramp things, but the pop tart kept falling when one of us would bite through it, and we were laughing hysterically. It doesn’t even sound that funny right now, but believe me, it was.
“When the pop tarts were gone I kissed the sugar away from her lips, and pretty soon it was a real kiss, and our arms were around each other. Her breasts were pressed against my body, and I had this urge to get as much of my skin in contact with her skin as I could. It was never enough.