Chapter 4

Jimmy comesinto the room in a pair of dark blue boxer shorts. They look old. Kind of faded. He's not wearing anything else.

I stare at his long legs, his bare chest, his big arms. He's naturally large, but he's not rock-hard like a bodybuilder or an underwear model. His belly isn't entirely flat, and he's got hair on his chest and his legs.

He stands still when he sees me sitting in bed. After a few seconds, he keeps walking toward me, slower now. "Hey."

"Hi. Do you need me to do anything?"

"Nah. I drained the tub. I'll let it dry out and then take it back outside tomorrow. And I locked up. Nothin' else to do. Do you need anything?"

I shake my head. "I'm fine."

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Turns his head to give me a quick glance. "You look real pretty."

I flush again. Feel an unexpected flutter of pleasure around my heart. "Thank you." I wonder if I should compliment him too, but I have no idea what to say. I do like the looks of his body. He's big and strong and solid. Real. Human.

The sight of him makes me feel small and soft in a way I'm not used to.

He takes a couple of loud breaths. "We don't have to… to do nothin' tonight if you don't want. If you're not ready, I mean."

I'm relieved one of us finally brought up the topic. "I'm ready."

He turns around to face me, bending one of his legs onto the bed. "You are?"

I nod. "I want to. Do this. All the way."

"Okay." His face changes almost imperceptibly, but I don't know him well enough yet to read it.

"As long as you want to too."

"Course I do." He gives me one of those disapproving frowns. "Told you you're real pretty."

"Oh. Okay." I would have assumed there would be more to the decision to have sex than whether he found me attractive, but maybe not. Men are different after all. Maybe it's really that simple for him.

It might make things easier. If my body is the most important thing to him, maybe I don't have to try to impress him with a lot of deep connection or practiced techniques.

"Okay." He reaches over to turn off the lantern on the bedside table, casting the room into darkness.

That will make it easier too. That the room is dark.

He stretches out on his side of the bed. I can feel his eyes on me although I can't clearly see them. "How you wanna do this?"

My heart is pounding like a jackhammer. My pulse is throbbing in my eyes and ears. My mind is a complete blank, and the only thing I can think of—the only thing—is Paula's advice to me.

Men like blow jobs.

So give him a lot.

"Oh," I say, leaning over so I can touch his chest. It's warm. Coarse. Nice to feel. "I can…"

I'm too embarrassed to say it, but I feel my way down his body until I reach his underwear. I brush my hand against the front of them and realize his penis is already starting to get hard.

I can feel it growing as I rub gently through the fabric.

Jimmy sucks in a harsh breath. His whole body tenses up. "We can… You don't gotta… We can…" He can't get a sentence out because I've pulled down his boxers to his thighs and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

I squeeze—still gentle since I don't actually know how much force is appropriate for this particular pursuit—and he gets even harder, bigger.

It's oddly mesmerizing. Gratifying.

When he's as big as he apparently gets, I lean down and slide my lips across the tip of his shaft. He smells like soap—not the pear-scented kind I used but something more basic—and there's just a hint of his normal, natural scent beneath it.

He makes a choked sound, and his hips come up off the bed.

I lift my head to look at him, wanting to make sure his reaction is a good one. My eyes have adapted to the dark, so I can see him better. Not the details, but the outline of his face and body and the general location of his features.

He's staring at me fixedly. "Chloe, we can do somethin' else first if you want."

"You don't like it?" Maybe I've already messed up. On the very first night. Darn it.

"What? You think I don't like it? You out of your mind? Course I like it. But we can start slower. Might be easier for you. I can… I can do some stuff for you."

I shrug away his offer since the most important thing for me is that he said he likes it.

I lean down again, and this time I take more of him in my mouth.

My only knowledge of male anatomy comes from what I saw in movies and on the internet before Impact and from the romance novels I've read.

I don't actually know if he's big or small or average. All I know is he feels large in my hand and my mouth. There's too much of him to fit in my mouth, and it makes me nervous when the tip is close to my throat, so I don't try to get him any deeper. I suck on the part of him I can handle, and he gives another little buck with his hips.

It startles me, but I also like it. It feels like a helpless gesture. Like he's enjoying it so much he can't control it.

I suck some more. Feel around with my hand, rubbing the base of his cock and his balls and hoping he's not disappointed by my amateur technique.

His thighs and stomach muscles have tightened palpably. He's breathing raggedly, and one hand has moved to grab a bunch of my hair. "Fuck," he gasps with a roll of his pelvis. "Fuck, Chloe. You keep doin' that and I can't… I can't… Oh fuck!"

Something suddenly changes in his body. Dramatically. His legs twitch, and he chokes on a loud, wordless sound, and his cock pulses in my mouth.

Then there's suddenly spurt after spurt of ejaculate in my mouth.

I cough and straighten up. I can't help it. For a moment it feels like I might choke. He's not done coming, so some of his semen ends up on my shoulder.

"Fuck," he rasps again. "I'm real sorry. Didn't expect to lose it so soon. You okay?"

"Yeah." It only takes a minute for my heart to settle and my throat to clear. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" He's staring at me again, intently focused even in the dark.

"Yeah. Did you… Was that okay?"

"Okay? You kiddin'? That was amazin'. Why d'you think I lost it in thirty seconds like a horny teenager?"

I giggle, relieved and pleased that my attempts weren't a total flop.

"Been a while since I done anythin' like this," he says. Then he waits like he's expecting me to say something.

I have no idea what to say. It hasn't been a while for me. It's never happened for me before.

But for some reason I don't want to tell him. He doesn't necessarily know I'm a virgin, so maybe he'll think I already know how to please him. That I really know what I'm doing.

The problem is, now that we did the blow job, I have no idea what to do next.

"Why don'tcha lie down," he says. "I can do somethin' for you."

Well, that's helpful. At least I don't have to figure out the next step myself. I lie on my back, tucking the lower half of my legs under the covers since they're a little chilly despite my socks. I gaze up at the dark shape of him rolling over and moving above me. My breath hitches.

He pauses halfway into lowering his head. "You nervous?"

Automatically I start to say no, but it's pretty clear he can tell that would be a lie. "A little."

"You don't gotta be. I know I'm not the kind of guy you're probably used to, but I'm not a selfish asshole. I'll treat you real good. As good as I can."

I lick my lips. I never thought he was an asshole, and I have no other guys that I'm used to. "Thank you."

He continues moving down toward me, and for a minute I think he might kiss me, but he doesn't. He strokes my face with his knuckles and then carefully pulls up my nightgown to expose my naked body.

It's dark. Yes, he can probably see some of me. As much as I can see of him. But the details will be obscured.

"You're real pretty," he murmurs thickly, lightly touching one of my breasts.

I have no idea what to say to that. The compliment makes me feel good, and I like the sound of his voice. Husky. With a lot of texture that's not normally there. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for every little thing, you know."

"Oh." My breath catches again when he strokes his fingertips against my right nipple. It triggers a little ripple of sensation I can feel in my belly and even lower.

He keeps playing with that breast, and it keeps feeling even better. Then he lowers his mouth to my left nipple. Flicks it with his tongue and then gives it a hard suck.

My back arches, and I let out a weird little sound. It embarrasses me because it sounds almost childish. I don't even know where it came from.

He lifts his head. I think he's smiling. "See? Told you I could treat you good."

"I believed you."

"Sure you did." It kind of feels like he's still smiling as he moves his mouth down to my breast again. He sucks and teases it while he fondles the other one with his hand. The dual sensations are intense and disorienting. I gasp and wriggle and make more of those whimpering sounds.

After a few minutes, he stops, so I'm able to relax and breathe deep. My skin feels overly sensitized. I'm achy between my legs. Kind of throbby. I really want something to happen, but my mind is too dazed to figure out what to do.

Both his big hands slide down my belly until they're holding on to my thighs. I can hear his heavy breathing in the otherwise silent room as he pulls my legs apart.

I suck in a sharp breath as the cool air reaches my pussy.

"This all right?" he asks, even more gravel in his voice now.

"Yes."

He touches my inner thigh. Then his fingers brush higher. He opens me up and strokes a finger up and down against my private flesh.

I twitch and grab the sheet beneath me, needing something to hold on to.

His finger moves more, sliding all the way inside me and then withdrawing to find and rub my clit.

It's so good—so needed. I roll my hips and start to pant.

"That feel pretty good?"

"Y-yeah." I have to bite back more of those whimpering sounds. "It does."

He rubs more intentionally, and I get all tense and hot. I bend my legs and push into the mattress with my feet. All my breath collects in my chest, and all the sensation in my body coils in my pussy.

"You're doin' real good," he says.

And that does it. It's like I fall over a cliff. A rush of pleasure erupts, flooding through my body from where he's pushing against my clit. I shake all over and arch my back up off the bed as I let out a long, stretched, high-pitched sound I can't possibly hold back.

My eyes are closed as my body finally stills and relaxes. My skin is hot. My cheeks are blazing. I can't seem to catch my breath.

"That seemed like a good one." Jimmy has moved his finger and is pressing into my groin with his whole hand in a relieving gesture.

"It… it was. Thank you."

He makes a humming sound and sits up on his knees. I've started to close my legs automatically, but he keeps them open with the position of his body. "You wanna do some more?"

"More?"

"Yeah. I'm ready to go again, and it feels like you are too. But we can wait if you want."

My eyes lower and catch the outline of another erection. He must have gotten turned on again. It didn't take him too long.

I feel perfectly satisfied, but if he wants to do more, I have no objections. After all, we haven't even had intercourse yet. "We don't need to wait."

He got relaxed after the blow job, but it feels like his body is tensing up again. "That's good then."

He parts my thighs farther, bending my legs again and planting my feet flat on the mattress, then moves closer, still sitting on his knees, and lifts my bottom up until my pussy is aligned with his cock.

I let him move me any way he wants. It's not like I have any preferences, and I'm glad I don't have to make the decisions.

"You like it this way okay?"

"Yeah." I have no way of determining what I like, but this feels just fine to me. Vulnerable. Exposed. But it's still dark in the room, and it's mostly comfortable except for some stretching of my stomach muscles. "This is good."

He shifts my weight to only one of his hands and uses his other to feel for my entrance again, then hold his cock in place until the tip of it is pushing in.

It's tight almost immediately, even more so as he penetrates more deeply.

I've imagined having sex a thousand times, fueled primarily by novels I've read, and because I had no real frame of reference, I always visualized something huge and overwhelming forcing its way into my body with searing pain.

Jimmy feels big. No question about that. And there's not a lot of room for him inside me. But it doesn't actually hurt. It aches. Stretches. I make more of those silly, embarrassing sounds as he slowly fits himself inside me, pulling out and pushing in again a couple of times at slightly different angles.

When he's in all the way, he stays still, holding on to my ass with both hands.

"Jesus Christ," he says in an extended hiss.

That sounds like it's good. I hope so.

I have to fight the instinct to writhe. I clutch at the sheets beneath me and try to slow my breathing.

"This hurtin' you or anythin'?" he asks hoarsely after a minute.

"No. It doesn't hurt."

"You likin' it?" It seems like he's trying to peer through the darkness to see my face.

"Yeah. I'm liking it. You can keep going."

I'm not sure if I like it, but I definitely don't hate it. I'm not sure about anything. It's just so much. So intense. Like everything I've always kept safe inside me has suddenly been exposed.

Jimmy starts to pump his hips, moving his cock inside me. It's a slow, steady tempo at first. He doesn't pull out very far. The motion works to stretch and soften my pussy, so it's more comfortable as he continues.

I watch him as he works his hips. I wish I could see his expression more clearly, but from the angle of his face, his gaze is moving up and down my body—from my face to my breasts (which are jiggling from the motion) and down to where he's moving in and out of me.

Maybe he likes the look of it. I hope he does. I hope I'm doing okay and giving him what he wants.

After a few minutes, his rhythm accelerates. His grip tightens on the soft flesh of my ass. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm not gonna last very long."

All the friction and shaking have started having an effect. I feel that deep coil of pleasure again. The one that swells and swells and then explodes. I've started making those whimpering sounds at a regular interval, paired with his thrusting inside me.

His body jerks unexpectedly, and he speeds up even more, pushing into me even harder.

It's not exactly comfortable. It's more achy than ever. But something inside me wants it. Wants it bad. I make a loud sound as the pleasure mounts even more.

Then, before I know what's happening, he's suddenly pulling his cock out and letting go of me with one hand so he can squeeze it.

He makes loud, rough sounds as he comes, spurting onto my belly as he works through his climax.

I'm startled and shaky and still throbbing between my legs as he lowers me back to the bed, gasping loudly as he collapses beside me.

"Shit," he mutters. "Sorry 'bout that."

"About what?"

"Came before you did." He sounds surprised as he rolls on his side to face me. "Seemed like you might've been getting there again."

"Oh. I was okay." He's right. I do feel wiggly and unsatisfied, but I'm not about to complain.

I already had one orgasm, and nothing about what happened was bad for me.

He reaches over to stroke his hand over my breast and belly, then moves it lower, parting my outer folds so he can find my clit again. He rubs it like he did before.

It takes less than a minute for the interrupted climax to restart, mount quickly, then release in hot shudders of pleasure.

It feels even better this time. So good that I fold one arm over my head so I can hide my face against my inner elbow as I gasp and moan.

I'm fully relaxed again when the spasms work their way through me at last. He gives me a few soothing strokes with his hand before he pulls it away.

"Thank you," I tell him. "I really liked that." I blush as I say the words, somehow more embarrassed by the thanks than by the climax.

"You're welcome. Thank you." He rolls over onto his back. "I think we did okay for the first time."

"Yeah, we did."

I mean it. If that's what it takes to keep Jimmy happy, then doing my duty in this relationship shouldn't be too burdensome.

Maybe I'll even enjoy it.