Chapter 19 Eden
Eden
The ride back to my place took far longer than I liked. We didn’t touch at all, because I was certain we would crash if we did. Sloane white knuckled the steering wheel the whole way back.
The last fourteen days have been hard. Mostly because Sloane has looked overworked and tired every time we met up. I did my best to give her the space she needed to get her shit together. It also allowed me to get some painting done, which I’d overlooked in favour of being with Sloane.
The time apart wasn’t all bad, though. We messaged every day.
Sometimes it was just a quick, “Hello I miss you.” Other times we went back and forth asking questions about each other.
Turns out, when we couldn’t maul each other with our mouths we learned a lot about each other.
Ironically, the space brought us closer together.
From a practical viewpoint, being away from Sloane gave me an idea of what it will be like when we’re at college.
It wasn’t super fun, but it gave me a bump in confidence that we can get through it.
The time alone also did a number on my libido.
Instead of being in my head about my readiness to take it to the next level, I’ve been reliving the equipment shed over and over.
I was trying to paint earlier this evening when the motion picture memory of Sloane coming against my crotch roared into my brain yet again.
There was no focusing on creativity after that.
It just so happened that Pia called me to ask one more time if I wanted to go to the party at Bryce’s.
I immediately said yes, which caused a silent line for several seconds.
Anyway, Pia picked me up and we went to the party.
I made my mind up the second I saw Sloane that I was ready to have sex.
Over the past month, we’ve gotten to know each other so much better.
Sloane encourages me and pushes me. She listens and hangs out with my devilish sister.
If there is anyone in the world I feel comfortable enough to bare myself to, it’s her.
Sloane walking out of the laundry room with Kiera gave me a millisecond worth of doubt, but then I looked into her eyes and I knew she’d never do anything to hurt me on purpose. Plus, Keira is like the worst and Sloane has better taste than that.
Cut to now. We’re thirty seconds away from my house, and I’m nervous. To the point I think I’ve got sweaty pits. Gross.
We silently exit the car. Taking Sloane by the hand, I lead us inside.
Mum and Dad are still up watching TV. I didn’t lie when I told Sloane they were cool with her staying over.
I’m going to be eighteen in three days, and off to college in a few months.
Sloane thinks they’re being super cool. I know they’re just treating me like an adult, which I appreciate.
I’ll admit that I’ve spoken to my parents about losing my virginity.
Mum was quick to point out I wouldn’t be losing anything.
She went on a ten-minute rant about how the whole concept of virginity was dumb.
There was a lot about patriarchy. It got dark for a second.
After she’d finished, we sat down together and talked things through.
I love that I can talk to them about these things.
Knowing I can have my girlfriend stay over without any judgement or fear of being caught is the best thing towards helping me relax.
“Hey, love,” Mum calls from the living room. I poke my head around the door frame.
“Hey guys. Um, Sloane is staying over.”
Mum and Dad share a look, and then Mum smiles at me. “Okay, sweetie.”
Not wanting to hang around, I practically drag Sloane upstairs. Jenna’s door is closed, thankfully. I don’t know how I would handle getting clam jammed by my sister.
The door shuts solidly behind us. I’m leaning against it as Sloane takes measured steps around my room.
Obviously, she’s been in my room before.
I appreciate she’s acting like it’s the first time by randomly picking up my things and inspecting them to give me some time to change the direction of our evening if I want. I don’t want to do that.
“Sloane.”
Placing my stuffed panda back on my desk, she turns to me. “Do you still want to do this?” she asks.
“I really do. I-I’ve never been, um, naked in front of anyone before, though. So I’m nervous.”
She smiles and traces a finger up the front of my body. “I have. The one downside to locker rooms. No privacy. Do you want me to start?”
Holy fuckballs, I’m going to see Sloane in the buff.
“Um, yes?”
Her laugh is loud and perfect. “There you go again, answering with a question.”
Running my fingertips over her hips, I smirk. “I think you can assume it means I’m being an uncomfortable dork, and I do indeed want whatever it is you’ve asked me.”
“Well, okay then.” Her tone is flirty, and her eyes tell me things are about to get real.
Stepping back from me, Sloane crosses her arms at the bottom of her sweatshirt, slowly lifting it up and over her head.
Taking the t-shirt she was also wearing along with it, I’m faced with Sloane’s bra-clad breasts.
I would love it so much if I could conduct myself like a sensual adult, but I know in my heart of hearts I am staring at her tits like a teenage boy who just discovered naughty magazines.
“Do you need some more time or can I continue?” she asks in a voice that is so sexy I hear myself whimper. Sloane giggles. “I’ll take that as my cue to go on.”
Dropping the sweatshirt to the floor, I see her hands in the periphery of my frozen eyeballs. Her fingers skim the top of her jeans, landing on the button. With a quick flick, they open, and I swallow hard.
With one last look at her chest, I drop my gaze to her lower half as the jeans hit the floor. Fuck, she has matching underwear on. Then I realise that I do not have matching, sexy underwear. I have a sports bra and dinky dinosaur boi shorts.
“Are you still with me, Eden?”
“Just about,” I husk out.
“Do you need a break?”
Shaking my head, I look up. Sloane is so patient. She’s let me lead every second of this part of our relationship. I don’t want her to keep on having to ask anymore.
“Would…would you maybe take the lead? I’m comfortable, Sloane. I don’t need to go slow. Just, maybe a bit of guidance.”
Her smile is soft. “I can do that. But remember, this is my first time too.”
“You seem so confident.”
She shrugs. “I know what I want.”
“And you look like a goddess.”
Her body is everything I thought it would be and more. All those hours of backflips have sculpted her to perfection.
“That doesn’t mean anything when it comes to nerves and comfort, E.”
“I…I’m worried you might be disappointed with what you find under my clothes.”
I’m not someone who is overly body conscious, apart from my boobs attached to my stringy frame. But in the face of Sloane’s body, I’m feeling a little less confident. Sure, the recent uptick in aerobic activity has helped with some muscle growth. I’m nowhere near Sloane, though.
Her hands fall to the bottom of my hoodie. “Can I see?”
I need to get over myself. Sloane is standing in front of me in just her undies. Whether she’s confident or not she’s still taking a chance, and here I am wilting at the first hurdle. Frustrated at myself, I simply nod. I want Sloane to take the lead. I need to be pushed past my insecurities.
As she lifts my hoodie, her hands palm my sides. I can feel goose bumps forming on every inch of skin she’s touched. My nipples grow hard in anticipation of her hands passing over them. It takes an age and yet it’s over in the blink of an eye. My top hits the floor with a dull thud.
Dipping her head forward, Sloane ghosts her lips over my clavicle and across my chest. It is the sweetest torture.
My nerves are becoming less and less pronounced as she undoes me with those soft lips.
The tug on my jeans shifts my focus. I can feel her hands gently gliding over the waistband. She’s waiting for me to consent.
“Please,” I whisper.
The button pops open. Firm hands invade my jeans and push over my ass.
Two firm squeezes and then the denim is pushed down.
I’m hovering between two worlds. One where this is all just a fantasy concocted by my brain, and one where it is entirely real.
Where Sloane Bishop is actually undressing me with a sensuality I never thought I’d experience.
Kicking away my trousers, I wait for a comment about my rather childish underwear. It never comes. Instead, Sloane takes a step back, drawing my eyes to her. Slipping both hands behind her back, she watches me as her bra becomes loose and drops down her arms.
I’m suddenly very grateful for all the cardio I’ve been doing, because I am certain that my heart pre-workout would’ve simply stopped beating right about now.
Sloane is a vision. She is soft lines and rosy pink nipples.
There is a freckle perched high on her left breast, begging for my tongue to trace it.
“Your turn.”
I don’t hesitate this time. Nor do I whip off my sports bra with any grace or seductive allure. Nope, that fucker gets flung halfway across my bedroom.
I can see Sloane trying not to laugh. Her lips are curled inwards, and her eyes sparkle with amusement.
“That…was something,” she finally titters.
My smile comes unabashed at her slight mockery. I don’t care. I love making her laugh. I also love the way she scans my chest with slight surprise. I hide my assets well. Although I’m sure she had some idea of my boob size, considering the tight ass gym tops I’ve started wearing.
“Wow, Eden. You’re…just wow.”
“Bigger than you expected, huh?”
“Just as I expected,” she shoots back, licking her lips. “Better actually.”
Riding high on adrenaline and lust, I take the next step before Sloane can initiate anything more. My knickers hit the floor in a blur of speed. It was a metaphorical ripping off the band-aid. I’m bare to her now. In all my naked, wiry glory.
Sloane’s breath hitches, and her eyes snap between my thighs. If she looks closely, she’s going to realise how turned on I am. Even when I’m getting it on solo, it usually takes a little more riling up than this. Honestly, though, I’ve been a wet mess since the party.
Following suit, Sloane removes her lace panties. Obviously, I stare at her in wonder.
“How are you doing, babe?”
Instead of answering, I reach for her and bring our bodies together. I need to kiss her—all over, preferably, but a heavy make-out will do for now. The feel of her skin on mine is intoxicating. I didn’t think I could get more addicted to this woman. I’ve just been proved wrong.
My leg naturally slots between her thighs, causing her to gasp and me to still. I feel her excitement on my skin, and I’m spellbound. I, Eden Sawyer, did this. Sloane is excited because of me.
The kiss grows deeper, and our bodies react in kind. With every brush of her nipples on mine, I become more frantic. I nudge her back gently, hoping she understands what I want. As usual, Sloane reads me easily and starts walking backwards to my bed.
Grabbing her waist, we lower ourselves to the mattress. I’m on top of her now, and totally out of my depth. I don’t know what I should do. Let my thigh do the hard work again? Um…go down on her? Does she even like that? Oh crap, I’m spiralling.
“Hey. Stay with me,” Sloane says softly. Her hand cups under my chin, holding my head in place as she looks into my eyes. “You know what to do, Eden. Don’t overthink it.”
I want to kiss her and make her feel wonderful. I want to explore every part of her body with my lips and fingers.
“What do you like?” I ask. I figure I might as well ask instead of guessing. If Sloane is like me, she’s well acquainted with her own body.
“I like soft fingers around my clit. Start there.”
Every part of my body seems to tighten at the same time. “Do you like your boobs touched?”
She nods her head and bites her lip. Shifting to the side slightly, I leave my thigh draped over hers and my chest tucked in tightly to her side.
My lips fall to her neck and begin to caress her gently.
I try to think of all the things I’ve dreamed about doing with her.
There is a reason I wanted to wait. I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted and felt comfortable with.
Sloane is that person, and now I need to relax and enjoy.
I need to show her why I was worth waiting for, too.