“My girlfriends, of course, used to, like, compare notes about sex things they’d tried, either because they wanted to or their boyfriends wanted to. So I’d hear about things they liked and things that were sort of uncomfortable or strange, and they’d debate it back and forth, and someone might suggest something that would make an uncomfortable thing less difficult. Like taking a guy’s thing in their mouths.
“Anyway, I remembered all this stuff they talked about. I never contributed, naturally, I just sat on the outside and listened, because I still wasn’t dating. My parents again.” She laughed, a little self-conscious.
“If my mother had had any idea about the things we did when I was over at their houses, I’d probably have been sent to a convent or something. But my girlfriends had had lots of practice hiding this stuff from their parents, so when they came over to my place and my mother gave them the third degree to make sure they weren’t corrupting her daughter, they were able to lie convincingly. My mother never had a clue.”
She turned on the bed to face Kenny. “So what I think I’m saying is, all that stuff that was hanging over me when we were going out, that’s her, not me. I’m going to make up my own mind, decide what I like, what’s fun, what’s… uncomfortable because it’s new and strange, the things I hate.
“Kenny, I need you to help me figure this out, okay? I may want to try some things you might be uncomfortable with, and I’d ask you to humor me. And the reverse is true, if you want to try something, I may be a bit nervous, but give me time. I’ll try things and see if I like them. We’ll have to figure this out together, okay?”
Kenny looked at her, as if he were seeing an entirely new person. Over the past few days, he had mapped out a plan of action which he thought would allow him to indoctrinate her to some of the sex things that got his engine running. He hadn’t been sure how receptive she was going to be, so he had the steps ordered in his mind. As he watched her, he tossed the plan out.
“I wondered about this aspect of our relationship, Emma. You know I love you, and I’ll do everything to make you happy. If you want to try new things, I will keep an open mind, as I hope you’ll do, too. I’ll confess to you that it’s about all I can do to keep my hands off you right now. I think I’m about ready to rip that dress off you and throw you onto the floor.”
“We’ll have to make a list, then. Put that as number one. However, my first item is a shower. I feel a little sticky, so hold that thought. Give me ten minutes.”
She looked at him, then kicked off her shoes, rummaged in her suitcase for toiletries and clothes, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door.
Kenny sat there on the bed, imagining the scene on the other side of the door. What if he decided to join her in the shower? What might happen then? He mentally shook himself by the shoulders, and said to himself, “Just wait, give her time to get used to the idea.”
Instead, he kicked off his shoes and loosened a couple of buttons on his shirt, as the room was suddenly feeling warm despite the air conditioner. He rubbed his sleeve over his forehead.
He heard the shower stop, and sounds from behind the closed bathroom door. He thought he heard humming. Was that her?
He felt his mouth getting dry, and wished he had some water, but he’d have to go in to the bathroom to get it.
Too late. He heard the sound of the doorknob turning, and then the door opened. She stepped out.
His breath caught in his throat. She had changed out of the travel dress and into a knee-length nightgown that was just transparent enough to give a hint to what was underneath. She stood there by the bathroom door, one hand on the door jamb.
“You look… amazing,” he managed to choke out.
“You like it? I picked it out myself. Oh, you’ll find this funny. My mother bought me one, too, when she was picking out my trousseau. She thought I should have something appropriate to wear to bed. Hers was thick flannel, buttons at the neck and it ends about three inches above my heel. For a summer wedding. Then she was second-guessing herself, thinking it might be too daring.”
She grinned.
“This was… a good choice.”
It hit him all of a sudden. In all the time he’d known Emma, even when they were dating, he couldn’t remember ever seeing a hint of what she looked like under the old-fashion clothes she wore. Her mother’s doing, he supposed. The wedding dress she wore earlier today, was lovely, all white lace and train, but it was floor length, the arms were covered, and it came all the way up to her neck. The “honeymoon dress” she had put on before they left in his car, cheered on by well-wishers and cascading rice, came below her knees and had only one button daringly loosened at the neck. Everything was covered up. Until now.
Kenny finally got his limbs under control and stood up. Emma walked toward him slowly. When she got within arm distance, he reached out and pulled her in close, wrapped his arms around her and, finding her lips, kissed her.
He noticed it right away. The kiss was different, not at all tentative as it had been when they were dating. She was putting all of herself into it. She was also pressing into his body, something she had avoided, even for as long as they had been going out. She was grinding into him, pelvis to pelvis. She could not have been unaware of his hard-on, because it was straining against his zipper.
When he finally had to take a breath, he leaned back and said, “Now, that’s a kiss. You haven’t been practicing with anyone else, have you?”
She gave him a playful punch. “No, I just spent a lot of time imagining how I’d do it. It was okay?”
“‘Okay’ is too polite a word. It was great. Emma? That nightgown is lovely. Really, it is. But if I don’t get it off of you real soon, it’s going to wind up in shreds on the floor.”
She smiled and raised her hands above her head, waiting. Kenny gripped the nightgown near her hips and slid it up over her raised arms. It dropped behind her to the floor.
“Oh, Emma! You’re gorgeous!”
She was petite, a good six inches shorter than he. The first thing he noticed was how fit she was. She’d told him that she tried to jog semi-regularly, and it showed. There was no excess fat anywhere that he could see. Her normal clothing, bought, he thought, by her mother, had quite effectively downplayed the normal curves that women would try to show.
She didn’t have a large bust, but her breasts were full and had prominent nipples. As she moved, the breasts would sway gently. Her ass was round and quite firm, the butt cheeks curving in to leave a gap between her thighs that almost pointed to what lay between them. Her legs were strong, no jiggle in the thighs at all.
He was surprised to find that she had trimmed her pubic hair to a neat triangle, and had shaved the labia bare. He wondered if her mother was aware. Somehow, he was sure that she would not approve.
He tried to remember how he’d imagined her under the clothes, but it was lost in the image before him. He knew his jaw was gaping, but he didn’t care. He ran his fingertips from her thighs up over the sides of her torso, trying to memorize every inch. After too long a time, he choked out, “Turn around.”