Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
B ob’s hand moved quickly up inside her dress, and she gasped as he quickly removed her underpants. She lay on her back and he straddled her without putting any weight on her, his knees on either side of her body. Pulling her dress up, he kissed her stomach and then along her neck. Unsure how she was supposed to respond, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, his response immediate as he pressed his lips down hard on hers, his tongue moving around her mouth until she could hardly breathe.
When he undid his belt and took off his jeans, she was glad the room was dimly lit. He muttered in her ear, and she felt like he had woven a spell, her body moving against his. She wanted to please him, to do anything he would like. ‘You okay, baby?’ he asked, his hand moving between her legs. He stopped when she tried to sit up.
‘What’s wrong,’ he asked, his hands moving up under her dress and across her breasts. She gasped as a mixture of feelings surged through her .
‘I’m a virgin. I’ve never done it before.’
He stopped and sat upright, and she wished she hadn’t said anything. ‘You’re kidding right? No one’s a virgin these days.’
‘I’m sorry. I just haven’t had sex before. But I want to.’
A smile crossed his face, and she relaxed a little as he slowed his movements, stroking her gently. ‘A virgin. You’ll be okay. I’ll go easy. You know I love you.’
She did what she was told, and her body responded to his touch. When he pushed himself inside her, she pushed back against him, wanting to please him and make it seem like she wasn’t scared of what was happening.
He thrust hard into her a few times, and she felt a twinge of pain mixed with pleasure from the alcohol and drugs she had taken over the last few hours. She was finally doing it. Not with Chris, but with someone who looked just like him, and who treated her like she was someone special. Her thoughts of Chris vanished, as Bob thrust harder and harder and she hung on to his arms, hoping it wouldn’t go on for too much longer. The pleasurable feelings she had enjoyed when his hands first caressed her body were fading, as he continued to thrust and grunt, his body sweaty as he groaned and made strange noises.
It was a relief when he finally rolled off, his body lying flat on the bed beside her. Hopefully she had done everything right and he would think she was good at having sex. Really, she had no idea if it had been good for him or not .
When he finally stopped puffing, he rolled over and lay on his side. His eyes met hers. ‘You did good, Evie. Real good.’ He rested his head on her shoulder, and before she knew it, he was fast asleep, his snoring and beer breath causing her to turn her face away.
Was that it? Was that what all the fuss was about, and what she had been saving herself for? It hadn’t been that great, and apart from when he first touched her, she hadn’t really felt anything special. At least she had done it. No more worrying about losing her virginity or being the last one in her group to have sex. She could call herself a woman.