Just as she felt she would black out, Jake inserted his finger ever so gently into Becky, curling it up inside her, and Becky felt as if she burst.
“Uhhhh, Oooooooo!” She wailed, her arms now pulling Jake’s head fiercely into her arching body, her thighs tightly clamped to the sides of her head. Several strong waves pulsed through her body, Becky’s arms and legs going numb as she spasmed, before finally her body unclenched and she collapsed back on the bed.
They stayed like that for several minutes, Becky running her hands through his hair, Jake still between her legs, his head on her thigh.
“Jake?”
“Yea?” He answered, not raising his head.
“What about . . you?” She asked, once again remembering her plan for the day, and wondering if she could salvage it somehow.
“Uh. . .” Jake stood up and removed his hand from inside his unbuttoned pants, his hand covered with a sticky white substance. “I was just . . I just enjoyed that so much.” He finished weakly, “I’m sorry.”
“That’s ok, Jake” she said, somewhat confused. “I just want to . . you know. . . ”
Jake awkwardly rubbed his hand off on his shirt. “Look, I’d better go and clean myself off.” He felt like an idiot. “But Becky.” He leaned down next to her, keeping his soiled hand away. “Becky. . . I’m so crazy about you!”
Suddenly Becky felt her face turning red and she grabbed a pillow to cover herself, grinning like a fool.
“I gotta go” Jake said getting up.
“Jake?” He stopped. “I love you Jake.” She said timidly, looking down. He walked back over to her and gently kissed her forehead. She looked up and closed her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips.
“I love you too Becky.”
. . . . . . . . .
The following week, following much internal debate, Jake picked up the phone and dialed the Harper’s number. To his immense relief, Becky answered, and they spent a quick hour chatting about school, movies, family, and everything, it seemed to Jake, except what had transpired between them.
He initially called (besides just wanting to hear her voice) to try to set some boundaries, and maybe to explore if it weren’t a good idea to sever their relationship as a tutor/tutee, and see what other options they had. But not knowing exactly what he wanted to say, paired with his lingering embarrassment over how their last encounter ended, led their conversations away from the more intimate subjects. The only hint of what had transpired was the quick (and quite natural) “love you,,” “love you too” exchange as they hung up.
Becky was thrilled that Jake had called, wondering every day since if it was true, if Jake really loved her and what would happen between them now. She hung up the phone, closed her eyes and repeated to her self the end of their phone conversation. “I do love you Jake,” she said aloud with a smile.
Her eyes snapped open. She had work to do before next week. More than anything, she wanted to please Jake, to make him squirm, to make him reach out for her the way she did for him. She knew her last efforts had not worked, but the more she thought about it, the more she thought she knew what went wrong. And how to make it right. The next night she went shopping.