It wasn't going to be sex, but it was definitely not going to be another disappointing memory either.
What that left, she didn't really know.
"Uhm." Becky had sort of made up her mind, sitting next to the very pretty boy, on her friend's mother's sofa. It wasn't exactly the situation that she'd planned for however. What was she supposed to do in order to get things started? More to the point, how was she supposed to keep it all from going too far? She liked Kyle, but not enough to get pregnant by mistake.
That single thought caused a flood of possible bad events to run through her mind. What if she got a disease? Or, if she
did
get pregnant? Or... What if she just liked him more after they did it and she forgot all about Mitch?
That last one was the hardest for her, as stupid as it seemed, even inside her own head. After all, the guy hadn't exactly been trying to get with her over the last three years, had he? It made her sad again, thinking of it, but not for long, since Kyle smiled, his eyes just ever so slightly hooded, and ran the tips of his fingers up her bare leg. Just by the knee, so it wasn't anything too uncomfortable yet, but the way he stopped right by the hem of her skirt, it was pretty clear he was waiting for her to give some kind of signal about what was going to happen that was better than a single syllable.
"
Um
." She smiled, having just done it again. The boy was nice about it though and just smiled a bit larger, pulling his hand back.
"We don't have to do anything, if you don't feel like it." He was looking into her eyes, the longing so clearly there that even she got the idea. "Not that it won't be fun... if you do."
She shook her head, but it wasn't about saying no, so she took a deep breath and tried not to ruin the whole night. Just because she was new to all this. It was like everyone had been saying. A chance to have a real memory. If she was willing to step out of her comfort zone.
"I... don't have any protection." There. It was the first thing you were supposed to say, right? At least that seemed to have been what Mrs. Migilvy, the Health Studies teacher had wanted the girls to go on about. Then again, she also clearly thought that abstinence was the best way to prevent everything. That clearly wasn't wrong, but didn't really speak to the fact that people
liked
sex. It was the kind of idea that was doomed to fail, right from the start.
Like leaving a sandwich in front of a person that hadn't eaten for days, and then telling them not to try a bite. A delicious and tantalizing bit of tasty food, right there, served up on a plate...
Kyle nodded, but smiled at the same time.
"I do. But, you know, it's the first date, so we don't have to have sex. There's a lot of things to do first. I can do some things for you? Then, next time, you can return the favor and we can go from there? You get the idea, like real people, not a porn movie?" He made the words charming, somehow, which clearly had a lot to do with being good looking, since they should have been just slightly creepy, given the moment.
"Okay. I... Next time? You mean the plan isn't just to use me once and move on to the next conquest? I thought that was all you boys ever wanted.
Especially
the cute ones. Isn't that basically what Zack was saying earlier? That I should... You know, with Mitch, because he couldn't get it anywhere else?"
That got the blond to move back a bit, his t-shirt rippling over his abs just a little. It caught her attention, but he just kept looking at her, and finally shook his head.
"Yes and no. I think that he meant that guys like sex and it's pretty important to them, so it could be used to lure him in. It's not the best way to do it, but Zack... Well, it's hard to see, since he's with Keeley, but he's kind of shy and has some funny ideas about women over all. Men too, really. Sex... Yes, it can get people's attention, and help them like you better, but it's only a start. I mean, if you really love Mitch, and you have a lot in common, then you don't have to sell yourself to him for a bit of attention." There was a pause, and then a shrug. "The guy next to him, at the table, well... both times? I don't know his name."
"Cory? The shorter guy?"
"Yeah, him. He likes you. He's also better looking than Mitch. Not that looks are even close to being everything. Zach wasn't wrong though, half those basketball team members were watching you all night. Except that one guy, who was
so
clearly watching me that I hope he's out of the closet. Otherwise his team might just have a problem with him. Next to... Cory was it? On the not-Mitch side?" There was a smile and the boy moved a little closer. It was subtle, a shifting of weight that might have seemed accidental.
Except that it ended with a kiss.
It was a gentle brush of the lips, nothing more. It didn't end with that though, going on for nearly a minute, with each moment becoming just a little more pressing. A bit more passionate. Finally, suddenly, he pulled away.
"Not that I won't totally jump in right now. Your friend isn't playing this right at all."
"Mitch?"
"Yeah. He's let himself get confused, thinking that Keeley is the better option. She isn't. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, in her own way, and good looking, but you're worth more, in the long run." He started kissing her again, and slowly, over the course of minutes, let his hands start to work.
At first it was an almost subtle thing. It wasn't a trick, or like he was pretending she didn't notice what he was doing, it was just slightly teasing, rather than him jumping instantly to his goal. Like he actually understood that there was time to do things right, and wanted to impress her with his skill.
Not that she had any great ability to know if he was or not, but there was no fumbling, or awkwardness about it. It was smooth, and flowing, like a dance of fingers across her skin. Then, after she started to feel herself get a lot more turned on, he started to help her undress. That nearly caused her to stop, afraid suddenly.
After all, that would leave her vulnerable, naked.
Literally
. Except that he just unbuttoned her shirt, the white fabric showing the cute and lacy pink bra underneath, then reached behind her. That meant she had to sit forward, to let him get at the clasps. She did it without thinking, her body betraying her just a bit. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she felt a bit like things were going too fast... Then, it had been over eighteen years in the making, so was it really?
The fabric fell away, and dropped, trapped by her shirt sleeves, but able to be moved out of the way, exposing her to the air. Her breath caught, just for a bit, as for the very first time someone touched her breast. Not through a shirt, and not by accident. It was a slow tracing of fingers, three of them, outlining her there. Delicate and caring, as Kyle's deep blue eyes looked into her gray ones.
Then there was more kissing. Very good kissing.
It was a gentle nibbling now, perfect for the moment really, as if part of a plan. The fingers that moved on her chest felt nice, but it wasn't anything that huge. A pleasant feeling, one that told her body to get ready for more, but that wasn't some epic thing, like she'd thought it might be.
The movement there stopped, and his hand found the front of her panties. That was different. It was just a rubbing at first, his palm on the moist front of the pink things, but that was far closer to what she'd expected sex to be like. It shocked her at first, making her gasp, Becky felt like her mind was numb, but she didn't protest. In fact, almost as if possessed, she felt her body rise a bit, without prompting, and pulled them down, first to her knees and then let them fall around her ankles. She was trapped, but didn't care. She wasn't trying to run from him after all. Then she spread her legs.
It was incredible.
For a long time there was only his hands on her, and then his mouth on her nipple, the right one, her world becoming only those two points, things changed, the pattern quickened, but she closed her eyes, just living the sensations. It was magical. Pivotal.
Then things peaked. She knew what that meant, having had an orgasm before. Alone, true, but often enough that she felt her body locking into a shaking mass and realized nothing she did could stop it from happening then. She didn't even care that she had to look like a moron at the moment, it felt too good to care about that sort of thing.
Then it happened, and her body tensed, quivering, releasing over and over again, as the touch lightened, but didn't go away.
For a while she just wanted to stay that way, in bliss, feeling like this, but there was a soft gasp, and it was from the wrong place in the room. Her eyes flying open, she saw Keeley standing there, looking embarrassed and shocked, and Zack... He just looked a bit blank, honestly. She scrambled for her clothing, grabbing at things and trying to stand, only to fall back, tripped by her panties. In desperation she tried to throw a hand across herself, one holding her shirt closed and the other in front of her crotch. It probably wasn't working that well.
The blood tried to rush from her head totally, but she didn't black out, which would have at least been some kind of escape from the moment.
Zack stared at her his eyes straying between her legs, but with an obvious force of will he looked up and smiled a bit.
"Don't worry. You look hot. Um, if you two are done? I need to get home. I have work in the morning." It sounded for all the world like he was talking about them ending a video game or something, not the scene that had just been playing out in front of his eyes.
Becky was about to try and pass out, having given up on covering herself properly at all, when Kyle stood and then leaned over, kissing her well enough that she forgot to be embarrassed, for nearly three whole seconds.
"Later?"
He looked at her, making direct eye contact, and didn't look away or seem bothered by the others being there at all. Then, he had his clothing on. Next time it would be his turn, she decided. After all, if she didn't kill herself later that night from shame, she
had
sort of promised that, hadn't she?
She nodded, still not able to speak as the others went to the door. Their backs all turned, she took the time to get dressed, doing it quickly, in case they all came back in for some reason. Keeley shut the door, with them all outside, giving her a bit of time.
It was tempting to try and dash out the back, but she had only just managed to get her shirt buttoned up when the other girl came back in, alone, thankfully. She looked at her and then the sofa and shook her head.
"I can't
believe
you did that, Becky."
There was a sense of shame then, the disapproval washing over her, and she started to nod, agreeing that she was an evil slut, who was going to end up drunk and wasting her life, just like her mother, when the girl kept going.
"You left a
wet spot
on the sofa. We need to get that cleaned up right now, before mom gets home. She would freak out. OCD, remember?" She was grinning though and ran to get the supplies for it, coming back half a minute later, since apparently things were staged around the house for easy cleaning tool access.
Becky was just standing there.
"Oh... I thought you meant, you know, with Kyle... I, Mitch and-"
That got cut off by a nod as the thin girl started to use some kind of foaming product on the damp area. She felt horribly embarrassed again, but Keeley just worked. Cleaning up the mess that she'd made.
"What? No, that part was fine. I know lesbians that would have done that with him. Several, to tell the truth. Darla
did
say he was special. Probably because she wants to take a shot at him herself. I mean... You
do
know that I set you up, right?" She didn't seem to feel guilty about it, but Becky shook her head. She really hadn't.
That got Keeley to roll her eyes a bit, turning enough so that the move wasn't missed.
"Oh, come on Becks. You think that I couldn't have gotten some other guy to play the role of jealousy making guy? The ideal person would have been Cory, but you're doing the same thing to him as Mitch is doing to you. With Kyle you could cut loose a bit and learn that you don't have to act like a nun all the time. You had fun, right? I mean, it certainly looked like you were having a good time from where I was standing." She smirked and went back to work on the couch.
Becky blushed and looked away.
"Right up to the mortifying point when I opened my eyes. You did that on purpose, didn't you? There'll probably be pictures on the internet tomorrow." She hadn't seen a camera, but it would be just her luck, wouldn't it?"
The girl shook her head.
"No, and no. I mean really, could a person plan that? You were just at the right spot when we came out. It would have made a good show, but I don't do that. Internet porn is a bit vulgar. At least for future movie stars. I should get some footage of you going down on the guy though, and hold it for ten years, so that we can release it at the height of your fame." She winked. "That will show your face the whole time. I'll make a mint." She finished what she was doing, and then blotted at the fabric of the sofa for a while to help it dry.
"Oh, funny. Yeah, let's take my new most embarrassing moment in life and make fun of it. Thanks Keels. I'll just go over here and die in the corner. Sorry about the mess that's going to make, I'll try not to rot on the carpet." She didn't really mean it, but she was still dying a bit inside from the whole thing.