Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (3 page)

“I’ve never been touched
.
”
T
he
confession
had
tumbled
from my mouth
before I could stop it
. I didn’t
want
this
sensual
man
to know that I was a virgin, but I wondered if he would steal my
virginity
if he knew.

“Why have you waited this long?
”

I was at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him about my
strict
childhood and my underlying reasons, but I didn’t want to
ramble
. My hand was still in my panties, as motionless as
a
scared mouse. My legs were trembling with excitement and
fear
. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him.
I didn’t
need
to see him. I could tell that he w
as
the epitome of
perfect
ion
.
He sounded
perfect
. His breath smelled
perfect
, and he oozed
excellence
.

I took a deep breath and found my voice again. “The right man has never tried.”

“What
would
make
him
the right man?”

He was close enough to
smell
the conditioner in my hair. The
tingle
up and down my
spine
made me sporadically shiver
and I realized that it was because he stood so close to me that I felt his energy mingling with mine
. I felt embarrassed.
I was
so inexperienced
, and he was so sure of himself.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you little one.”

The sound of the base from the music in the club matched the beat of my heart. Both moved at the pace of a race car. I
wondered if
he could hear my heart beat. Heck
,
he was close enough to
feel
it pulsate through my body. I also knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I could hear the
kindness
in his voice.

“What
’s
your name?”
h
e
leaned in and asked.

“Alina.”

“
What a beautiful name. It fits you.
How old are you
,
Alina?”

“Nineteen,” I whispered.
That was a lie. I was
almost
nineteen.

“To be in this part of the club you have to be twenty-one.”

“I didn’t –”

“
Shhh
,” he cut me off. “Don’t explain. I won’t
tell
if you don’t tell.”

I swallowed hard.
I felt as though I was in trouble.
I had a sudden urge to
run
from him. My face was no longer staring around the corner of the
wall
,
instead,
I was staring at the wall. The
front
of my
body
was
almost pressed against
the wall
while he stood inches behind me. I think he sensed my
panic
because his next words disappointed me.

“If you’re scared, you can leave
the club
. I won’t stop you.”

Yes,
I was scared
,
but in a good way.
I didn’t want to
leave
. I wanted him to kiss me and
touch
me. I just wasn’t ready for him to do more
than that
. How
c
ould I
convey
that to him without sounding like a blabbering idiot?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“‘Yes.
” I
was shocked at my immediate response. But, I
did
trust
him. If he wanted to hurt me,
I assumed that
he would have done it already.

“You said
you’ve never been touched.
Right?”

“Yes.”

“The
basic
act
of being touched can be
sensual
, erotic and pleasurable. Or, it can feel wrong and
unnatural
. So many people
take
touching for granted.
Most people in this room
understand
the art of touching, yet more importantly, they
understand
how to
release
themselves to be touched.”

I listened closely to every word that slipped softly from his mouth.
With each word, my inner ear felt as though it was being caressed by the melody of the greatest love song
, his voice
.
I felt as though I was in a trance.
Something had replaced the
fear
that I
had
felt
with the desire to
understand
what he was saying to me
. At that moment, I
let
him
become
my
teacher
while
I
became his
student. This was a mutual
understanding
just at
the moment
when
I said, “Show me.”

Although he didn’t say he was going to
walk
away from me, I knew
it
the moment
that
he did. I felt an
instant
chill on my back from the disappearance of his warmth
. I felt the sudden deprivation of his presence
. I didn’t turn around. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. What
had I said
to make him walk away? What
had I done
to scare off a
sensual
man
who
had
wanted to
touch
me?

I leaned my head against the wall and listened to the moaning sounds on the other side
of a hundred people being touched, seduced,
and fulfilled
. I was not ready to join that group and my mysterious gentleman seemed to have left
. I removed my hand from my panties and decided
to just go
home
and face the music at having stomped out of the house during a conflict with my parents
. Apparently
,
I was not a
desirable
human being for anyone.
I thought I had found something unique here, but the man had fled.

When I had made up my mind to
leave
,
and began to think about finding my way back to the security door,
I heard his voice behind me again. More tears welled up in my eyes from an overwhelming amount of joy to hear my
sexy
stranger
’s voice vibrate against my inner ear once
again.

“Miss me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m so glad you came back.”

“
Yes, I can see that you are.
If you want me to
‘
show you,
’
then you have to agree to do whatever I tell you.”

I paused.
“I will.”

“Don’t question me.
Don’t ever think I’ll hurt you, because I won’t.”

“I know you won’t,” I whispered.

“How do you know
I won’t hurt you? Why do you believe this
?”

“I just do.
It’s a feeling when you are near, that I am safe.
”

“Good girl, you’re using your sense
s
already.”

He reached up and put a silk
cloth
over my eyes. I flinched at first and felt my heart
go
into overload, but I had to
trust
him. I wanted to
trust
him. I also wanted to question him.

“Why do I need a blindfold?”
I asked, more curious than afraid.

He removed the blindfold from
my
face and whispered, “We’re done.”

“Why?” my voice shrieked.
“I just asked you a question.”

“Because, you, little one, cannot follow directions
.
”

“I can
!
” I turned my head to the
side
to whisper back at him. “I promise
.
I can.
Please continue.
”

He continued to
put
the blindfold over my eyes
, so that I could not see anything
.
I was reduced to relying on my other senses, and my trust in him increased as I made myself more vulnerable to him.
An
odd
tingling welled up between my legs. It felt like the same tingling sensation that I
’d
experience
d since I was sixteen years old. It was
an
odd
desire
that I never acted upon.
Oh
,
there were times that I wanted to see what would happen if I touched myself, but I refrained because of my mother’s words that were driven into me from the age of five. Sex was
sinful
. Sex was wrong.

“What do you feel?” he asked.

“Safe. I feel safe with you.
Excited, too.”

“Good girl. I just want to let you know that I will not have sex with you.” He said it
smooth
ly
,
decisive
ly. My mysterious
stranger said he was going to teach me how to open myself to more than just sex—more than the
act
of sexual intercourse. He was going to teach me to
release
my mind and
allow
myself to
experience
more than I would have otherwise.

I wonder
ed if he had
taught a lot of women how to
find
extreme
pleasure in a simple touch. Were all those naked people in the room students of his? Who was he? What did he look like? Was he
attractive
or
ugly
? I wanted to know, but
on the other hand,
I didn’t want to know. His
voice
, smell and touch
allowed me to use my imagination, to conjure up the
man
I wanted him to be.
I was afraid to turn around and crush the rapport that we already had. It was strange to feel connected to someone whose face I had not even seen.

In my mind, I saw him with dark,
collar
-
length
wavy
hair
and a
strong
,
square jaw with a
mouth
that was
sexy
enough to drink.
I pictured him
in
tight jeans with a white button
-
down shirt that was half open.
Maybe
h
e wasn’t any of those things, but tonight
,
he was all
of
those things to me.

Once the blindfold was
secure
, he reached his fingers around to the
front
of my neck and ran his thumbs under my long brown hair. He swept it off my neck and draped it down my back. I trembled
at how that nearly brought me to my knees
; the
feeling
of another
human being touching me. In my house, we did not even hug
. Everything was dark
,
which made my other senses stronger
, sharper
. I could suddenly
hear
his steady breathing.

When I heard his moist lips
part
before they softly kissed the side of my neck, I heard myself
swallow
.
In one hand, he held my hair away from my neck, while his lips pr
essed just below my earlobe then
down as far as
the skin on my neck was
exposed.
His mouth left behind the
trail
of his tongue.
Each time his breath exited his nose
,
I felt that
wet
area get colder.