Hair and Makeup: Chapter 11
I was feeling very sexy from the romantic discussion about our relationship at dinner and the dancing at Nic’s. Eric’s perfect kissing on the couch got me going, as usual, and suddenly I felt very bold and pulled the front of my dress down, revealing my favorite bra. Eric’s reaction made me feel like I was the only woman on earth with breasts. He was touching them, mumbling about how perfect and beautiful I was. That made me feel even braver and I took it another step and led him into the bedroom. Fortunately, he remembered to go back for the candles since I didn’t have any in the bedroom. I had only recently put them in the living room and had never lit them before. Bill always preferred to make love in the dark.
I left my bra and panties on, feeling extremely self-conscious, but when I saw Eric starting to take his shoes off, I forgot my shyness and wanted to get his clothes off. He let me remove his shirt and play with his muscles. I put makeup on those shoulders and arms every day, but having them beneath my hands for a different reason and being able to kiss them was completely new and wonderful. I rested my face against his perfect chest and bravely unbuckled his belt, wanting more. I couldn’t figure out how to get his pants open, but he sweetly helped me and lowered them himself. I looked down and saw his boxers, solid blue this time, and remembered the curiosity that led to my misbehavior the last time he was in my bedroom. I wondered whether I’d have the nerve to explore again, but while he was awake.
We got into bed and he held me close, our skin touching, setting me on fire even more. His kisses were always amazing, but feeling his mouth on mine while we were lying together was simply heavenly. His hand was caressing my breast and I wanted to feel it—his skin on mine, so I unhooked my bra and watched his face as he removed it. He hungrily covered a nipple with his wet mouth. I stopped watching and just closed my eyes, relishing the pleasure. Every time he kissed, sucked, or touched a nipple, it was as if it pulled a tiny thread that led down between my legs, increasing my arousal. When I felt his hand tug gently at the side of my panties, I pushed it down further. I was ready to make love and wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man.
Unfortunately, I was unable to get out of my panties in a ladylike fashion. Eric was between my legs, and I had to get one leg out at a time. I was extremely self-conscious that he could see me so clearly from his vantage point. I just closed my eyes, waiting for him to remove his boxers and enter me, but he didn’t. He touched me and then kissed my stomach. I felt overwhelmed at his touch and I relaxed until I realized what he had planned. His kisses lowered, heading due south where his hand was moving in a most magical fashion.
I panicked a little. No one had ever gone down on me before. I wanted to feel what it was like, but was uncomfortable at the thought of Eric being so close to what Bill had thought of as messy. Would I repulse him? I knew that there were men who claimed to enjoy that, but was Eric one of them? Or would he be more like Bill? I tried to stop him, give him an out. I told him he didn’t have to do that just to prove anything to me. He stopped and held me while we had a little chat about it. He was so matter of fact about it all–making it seem less mysterious and more normal—like it was just something he wanted to do for himself, for both of us. He was so…I don’t know…honest and forthright, it made me feel so much more comfortable. And who am I to deny the man what he wants?
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but as soon as I felt his tongue on me, my whole body simply melted. It was so wet and soft and just heavenly–unlike any other sensation I’d ever felt. Soon, he put a finger inside me. I felt an old insecurity creep into my thoughts, but it was quickly extinguished and replaced with the thought of just how good it all felt. It was just so good. At that point, there was no way I’d ever be able to stop him, and if he did, I’d beg him to continue. I forgot to feel shy and turned into a brazen hussy—moaning and pushing my hips up to meet his mouth. I knew I would come—there was no way I wouldn’t. I recognized the sensations and just gave myself over to them. When it started, I just said whatever came to mind and honestly, I have no idea what that was. Eric held me, pressing into me with that talented tongue so perfectly while I rode it out. It was as if he knew just exactly what I needed and when I needed it. He knew when to move and then when to stop. How did he do that?
When my body began to calm down and my brain started to register what a monumental experience I’d just had, I clung to Eric and tried to tell him how I felt. The words wouldn’t come out right, but I hoped he knew what I meant. I had never had anyone make me feel like that before in my life and I was so grateful and happy. Again, he seemed to know just what I needed. He just held me and made me feel safe and warm and loved.
It seemed to take me a long time to feel like a rational human again. Eric patiently waited, just holding me and kissing my hair occasionally. I pressed myself into him a little closer if that was possible and that’s when it registered in my foggy brain that he was still wearing his boxers. I felt very underdressed suddenly and confused. I pulled away and fished around the foot of the bed until I found my panties and pulled them back on. I returned to Eric’s embrace and felt a hand softly sliding over the satin on my behind, soothing and caressing me.
I realized that I was now going in the wrong direction, replacing clothing instead of removing it. I’d just had the most spectacular orgasm of my life thanks to the selfless ministrations of Eric, and he was still unsatisfied—hardly fair. I spoke into his chest. “I’m sorry, do you want to…you…know…finish?”
“Finish? There’s no hurry, baby. Just relax. I’m not going anywhere.” Oh my god, he called me baby. I squeezed him a little tighter in response.
“Thank you, Eric.”
“For what, sweetie?”
“You know…that. No one’s ever done that for me before. It was really incredible. You’re incredible.”
There was a moment of silence and wondered if I’d said too much. Finally, he spoke. “No one? You mean…I mean…no one?”
“No.” He kissed my hair and held me tighter. I felt like I needed to explain myself a little further, so I continued. “Bill was the only one that I ever…you know…had sex with…well, until that day in the trailer. And well, he didn’t ever…” I couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.
I wondered what he was thinking, and started to feel uncomfortable. I was also starting to feel physically uncomfortable because I needed to use the bathroom. I pushed away from Eric and excused myself, hoping he wasn’t watching my butt jiggle as I crossed the room and feeling glad that I’d put my panties back on.
I took care of business, washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom, I told Eric his toothbrush was in the bathroom cabinet. He passed me with a tiny kiss on the forehead and I took a clean nightgown out of my dresser drawer. I found a pretty black one with little pink bows on the straps. When Eric returned, I was snuggled under the blanket, waiting for him. He blew out the candles and climbed in with me, pulling me to his chest as he lay on his back. I realized that he intended for us to go to sleep and was both relieved and frustrated about that. I wanted to please him and he hadn’t had an orgasm. Would he think I was a bad lover? Was I being selfish? I tried to go over it in my mind, but it was getting all muddled and soon enough I was fast asleep.