Chapter 13 #2
“I didn’t even orgasm until I was like twenty, and even then I had to take care of myself because the guy had no idea what a clitoris was.”
“Did you guys bleed a lot your first time?” Wendy asked. “I didn’t, and I thought that was so odd, and my boyfriend at the time didn’t believe that I was a virgin.”
“Guys!” Gillian tried again, but her friends didn’t pay any attention.
“Oh my God, I bled all over the place,” Ann said. “It wasn’t until the guy was done and pulled out that he looked down. I swear he thought he’d broken something inside me. Instead of him comforting me, I had to do all the reassuring. He was ready to bring me to the hospital.”
“Enough!” Gillian practically shouted. “You’re freaking Kinley out!”
The other four women turned to look at Kinley, and she knew her horror was showing on her face.
“Shit, sorry, Kinley. It really wasn’t that bad,” Ann said lamely.
Kinley couldn’t help it. She laughed. And once she’d started laughing, she couldn’t stop. Between the alcohol she’d consumed and her embarrassment, she just kept giggling. Then the others joined her, until all six of them were crying, they were laughing so hard.
“S-Sorry,” Kinley said when she could talk again. “Ann just got done saying how she thought she was going to die, and then she’s all like, ‘It wasn’t that bad,’” Kinley managed to choke out. And that set everyone off again.
When they’d finally settled down, Gillian turned to Kinley. “I admire the fact that you haven’t given in and had sex just to have it.”
Kinley held up a hand to stop her. “I would’ve had it a long time ago if there had been anyone who was interested.
” No one had anything to say to that, and Kinley knew she’d just made things awkward again.
“I’m not like you guys,” she said quietly.
“I’m not pretty. I don’t wear makeup. I can’t wear high heels because they hurt my feet, and I’d fall on my face if I tried to walk in them.
I’m an extreme introvert. Not many guys have ever really taken the time to get to know me, and the few who have realized pretty quickly that I was boring and not worth their effort. ”
“Listen to me,” Devyn said, leaning forward and grabbing Kinley’s hand from across the table.
“Fuck those guys. It’s better to wait for the one man who gets you, truly gets you, than to learn the hard way that they’re all douchebags.
And believe me, most men are douchebags.
You’re quirky, Kinley, and if others can’t see how cool quirky can be, it’s their loss, not yours. ”
Kinley didn’t want to get all emotional about the other woman’s words, but she couldn’t help it.
“Lefty’s one of the good men out there,” Gillian told her. “I’m guessing you can’t go wrong with letting him introduce you to sex.”
“I know he is,” Kinley said. “He’s probably too good for me.”
“Fuck that,” Wendy said. “That’s someone else talking for you. I don’t know your backstory, but you need to own your uniqueness. You should be thinking you’re too good for most men out there, not the other way around.”
“Exactly,” Ann agreed. “Why should you give yourself to just anyone? No, they need to work for it. Prove to you that they’re worth your time.”
Kinley smiled. She liked that. She wasn’t completely on board with it, but she liked the idea.
“Now, tell us how living with Lefty is going,” Gillian said. “I know you’re there because of the danger you’re in, but talk to us about him.”
“Wait—you’re in danger?” Wendy asked, sitting up straight.
“What can we do to help?” Clarissa asked.
“Seriously? What’s up?” Ann piped in.
Kinley’s eyes filled with tears. These women didn’t really know her, and yet they were still concerned. “Thanks, guys, but Gage has it covered,” Kinley told them.
“If you need anything, we’re here,” Wendy told her.
“All right, all right,” Gillian said with a wave of her hand. “Tell us about living with Lefty.”
“We’re sleeping together.”
When all five women’s eyebrows shot up, Kinley shook her head. “Sleeping. That’s it. He was on the couch for a while, but one morning, after I went out to the living room and fell asleep with him, we decided to try sharing the bed.”
“You and Lefty are sharing a bed, but just sleeping in it?” Ann asked incredulously.
Kinley nodded. “He told me that I could touch him however and wherever I want.”
“Awesome,” Clarissa breathed.
“And have you?” Wendy asked.
Kinley was embarrassed yet again, but somehow these women were making it easy to talk to them. Or maybe it was the tequila in the drinks. She shook her head.
“Why not?” Ann asked.
“I just…I don’t want to make things weird,” Kinley said. “Well, weirder than they already are. I love sleeping in his arms, and the last thing I want to do is make him not want to be there anymore.”
“How would you touching him make him not want to sleep with you anymore?” Wendy asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just scared.”
“Kinley,” Gillian said earnestly, “if Lefty says it’s okay for you to touch him, it’s okay for you to touch him.”
For the next ten minutes, the other women gave Kinley all sorts of advice on how and where to touch Gage. She was blushing bright red by the time they were done, but their advice helped.
She couldn’t help but blush anew when Gage, Trigger, and Lucky wandered over to their table.
“Looks like you guys are having a good time,” Trigger said.
“Definitely,” Gillian agreed. “But we’re ready to go, aren’t we, ladies?” she asked, winking at Kinley.
“Yup, definitely ready,” Wendy agreed.
“Tom’s probably anxiously waiting for me,” Ann said.
“And Johnathan doesn’t know he’s anxious for me to get home…but he is,” Clarissa said with a smile.
The guys just looked confused, but Kinley shared a knowing look with Gillian.
“I’ll get the bill this time,” Ann said, but Gage shook his head.
“I already got it,” he said.
“Asshole,” Trigger mumbled. “When you went to the bathroom, right?”
Gage simply smirked.
“Far be it from me to complain over someone else paying for food and drinks,” Ann said with a smile. “Thanks!”
“Of course,” Gage told her.
Lucky hadn’t said anything, but when the women started to climb out of the booth, he was there to lend a hand to Devyn. Kinley wondered if there was more between the two than Devyn had let on, but she didn’t think about it long—because the second she stood up, she swayed dangerously.
Gage was there immediately. He put his arm around her waist and leaned down. “How many margaritas did you have?” he asked.
Kinley shrugged. “Two. Wait…maybe three?”
He chuckled. “Come on, you lush. Let’s get you home.”
Home. Kinley loved the sound of that.
She said goodbye to the others and let Gage lead her to his truck. He helped her inside before walking around to the driver’s side. She watched him, his head seemingly on a swivel, looking for danger. His attentiveness made her feel all the more safe.
The ride back to his apartment went by quickly and before she knew it, she was standing in his living room. “You gonna be able to get ready for bed without falling over?”
Kinley smiled up at him. She was drunk, but still cognizant of everything going on around her. “Yup.”
“Fuck, you’re cute. Go on then. I’ll be in after I lock up.”
Kinley nodded and headed down the hall to his bedroom. She didn’t worry about where she was throwing her clothes as she stripped, but took the time to brush her teeth before she climbed into bed wearing another one of Gage’s T-shirts.
She watched as he came in and disappeared into the bathroom. He reemerged not too much later wearing a pair of sweatpants.
He got into bed as he did every night, but for once, Kinley wasn’t content to snuggle up to him and fall asleep. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins. Maybe it was all the advice she’d gotten from the other ladies about how to touch him. But she wanted more than sleep tonight.
When he lay on his back and put his arm around her, Kinley put one of her legs up and over his thigh, her hand resting on his bare stomach. She felt it contract under her palm—and he stiffened when her fingers brushed against his waistband.
“Kins?”
“Hmmm?”
“Aren’t you tired?”
She looked up at him and said succinctly, “No.”
“Fuck me,” he swore as his head fell back against the pillows, and he shut his eyes.
Kinley hesitated for a beat but when he didn’t grab her hand and push it away, she smiled and let her fingers roam.
She traced his six pack and the muscles alongside his hips that pointed right to his groin. Those muscles tensed under her touch, but when he groaned and shifted, she kept going.
Slipping her fingers under the waistband of his sweats, she realized immediately that he wasn’t wearing underwear. The coarse hair between his legs tickled her fingers, but she stilled when she brushed his hard cock.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered.
It was all the encouragement she needed.
Moving slowly, Kinley wrapped her hand around him and explored.
His skin was soft, yet his dick itself was so hard. She could feel him pulsing in her hand, and when she ran her palm to the tip and down again, his excitement spread along his shaft, making it easier for her hand to move.
Groaning, Gage shifted up on one hip, pushing his sweats down until they were below his ass, freeing his dick from the confines of his clothes. Wanting to see him, Kinley pushed the covers away.
She could feel her nipples peak under her shirt and wetness coated her thighs.
She’d left off her underwear, feeling brave, and for the first time, she was beginning to comprehend how exciting sex might be.
She’d never felt this eager with anyone else.
Even watching porn, she hadn’t been so aroused.
But feeling Gage’s dick in her hand, and seeing for herself how much he liked what she was doing to him, was a huge turn-on.
Shifting so she was up on one elbow, Kinley concentrated on putting all of the advice she’d gotten earlier to good use.