Purification of the Virgin
I had completely forgotten what it was like to sleep with a man. That was, of course, until I woke up with a reminder poking me in the ass.
I sighed. He was seventeen. He probably sprung a new one every five minutes.
He was asleep behind me with his arms wrapped around me, his hands gripping my tits like he’d fall off the bed if he let go.
“Edward?” I asked, nudging him with my elbow.
He wiggled closer to me, his cock now pressing between my butt checks. Good thing he was wearing pants. Otherwise, we might have ended up popping his cherry in our sleep.
He grunted, moving his hips against my ass again. No good could come from this. I loosened his grip on my breasts enough to face him.
“Mmmm.” He put his hands on my hips and pressed his erection between my thighs.
“Edward, wake up.” I poked his chest with my index finger until his eyes opened.
He kissed my neck and thrust his hips forward sleepily. We were now aligned such that if not for our clothing, his penis would have entered me. I put my hands against him and gently pushed him away.
My voice was soft, but firm. “Baby, if we’re going to do this, it needs to be without pajamas and with a condom.”
Suddenly aware, he blushed profusely. “Oh, god. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really.”
My, he was gorgeous. Even first thing in the morning. Even with bed hair. My eyes followed the blush of his face down his chest to the small trail of hair that led into his pants.
I could peek, right? Movies started with previews; a little advanced notice never hurt anyone.
I pushed him back ever so slightly and feasted my eyes on his crotch.
Oh my god.
“Good morning,” I said, nodding toward his erection.
He pulled the comforter up to his waist, hiding himself from my view then buried his head in the pillow.
I sighed. “Could you be more specific?”
“I spent the night here because I wanted to sleep with you. You know, to hold you and feel close to you. I didn’t want to assault you.”
“You didn’t assault me. You should never be embarrassed about how your body reacts to me. My body reacts the same way to you; you just can’t always tell.”
He appeared unconvinced. “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t want you to lie to me to make me feel better.”
“I’m not lying.” I wasn’t; my panties had been constantly drenched since he’d shown me the peepholes at the Art Museum.
I wanted him to believe me, but I didn’t want to scare him. I shimmied the sheet down past my hips. I took my hand and put it inside my boy shorts, rubbing my index and middle fingers against my wet lips until they were coated with moisture. I took my fingers out of my underwear and held them up for Edward.
“See?” I said. “Constant state of arousal.”
He gulped. The poor boy looked as if he was going to explode.
“Do you understand now? You have nothing whatsoever to be ashamed of.”
“May I move the comforter?”
He shook his head quickly. “No.”
“Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed…”
“Yes. I mean, um, no. Well, the —er —the situation kind of resolved itself.”
“Okay. Why don’t you shower first?” I got out of bed. “I’ll get breakfast started. As much as I’d like to spend all day cuddling in bed with you, I have quite a bit to get done today.”
I threw on my tank top and leaned over him, kissing him on the lips. “Don’t be embarrassed; I love that your body reacts to me.”
As I turned to go downstairs, another thought occurred to me. “Before you come join me, would you mind stripping the bed? Monday is my laundry day,” I lied.
His relief was palpable.
I went downstairs and washed my hands before I started the coffee. I loved my kitchen. The window above my sink faced east, and when the morning sunlight poured in, it always boosted my mood. As I scanned the contents of my fridge, I realized I had no idea what Edward liked. In the absence of any better alternative, I decided to make Belgian waffles and top them with strawberries. I got my waffle iron from under the sink and as it heated, I prepared the batter.
I was slicing the strawberries when Edward came into the kitchen. He stood behind me, placed his hands on my hips, and gave me a quick kiss on the neck.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, and my kitchen is only big enough for one cook at a time. Can you amuse yourself for a just a few minutes? You know where everything is. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he left. Three minutes later I heard Chopin’s Nocturne in E flat very softly from the living room.
God, he was good. I didn’t own sheet music, so he had to be playing from memory. When he was finished, he paused briefly before starting another piece, this time a Radiohead song. I tried to remember when I told him I loved Radiohead and realized I hadn’t.
We had so much in common—everything, it seemed, except our demographic. We could get over that, though. I needed to believe that we could.
After setting the table, I poured orange juice and coffee and went to get Edward.
“I hate to interrupt, but breakfast is ready.”
He smiled and followed me back into the kitchen.
“Wow, you didn’t have to go all out.”
“I wanted to. Besides, I like to cook.”
We sat down to eat, and he sto study our surroundings.
“Do you have something against things that match?”
“The dishes are supposed to be different colors. That’s the point.”
“Oh.” He awkwardly changed the subject. “Do you have anything planned for today?”
“Tons, actually. I’ve kind of thrown all obligations, social and otherwise out the window since Saturday. Real-life beckons.”
He looked hurt. “If I’m not part of your real-life, then what am I?”
“You know what I mean. Did you not see your mother’s face last night? This is a woman who I am sure loves you more than she loves her own life. She was devastated.”
“You heard my dad; she’ll come around. I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal. I told her you were a few years older and she seemed fine with it. She has only ever wanted me to be happy.”
I pushed a strawberry around my plate. Edward nudged my face up to look at him before speaking again.
“I want to be with you. My mother’s disapproval won’t change that. You make me feel happy, normal. I know it sounds stupid, but it’s a new thing for me. When she sees it for herself, her doubts will go away. Trust me on this; I know my mother.”
“And your father?”
He smiled. “My father approves wholeheartedly. I’ve been confiding in him all along, you know.”
His confession made me more than a little uncomfortable.
“He’s my best friend. Of course I talk to him about you. Besides, I know you talk to your friends about me.”
“Actually, I don’t.”
“Right. Maybe you, Rose and Emmett should get your stories straight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t really think Emmett and I just talked about baseball do you?”
“I have never discussed you with Emmett.”
“No, but you’ve discussed me with Rose so you may as well have. Look, don’t be pissed at him. He had only good intentions. He actually helped me out quite a bit.”
“What did he tell you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“The hell it doesn’t!”
“Fine. He took one look at me and could tell I was freaking out. I was so nervous; I don’t think you will ever grasp the full extent of it. Emmett said you were just as flipped out at as I was. He also told me that you rarely dated, so you must be very interested in me if you agreed to go out with me. He gave me a bit of a pep talk and some advice. It actually really helped me.”
“You seem surprised.”
“I’ve never known Emmett for more than sports talk and penis jokes.”
“He’s dating an extremely successful litigator who happens to be ten years older than he is. Think Rose would be with him if he was that shallow?”
“Wait, did you say ten years older?”
“Rose is thirty-four. You didn’t know that?”
“Damn it. I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“It’s okay. And don’t worry— I’m not angry with Emmett.” No wonder Rose was so supportive. She understood completely.
We finished breakfast and Edward helped me with the dishes. He went home to try to smooth things out with his mother and said he’d call me later.
I was unable to dwell on the morning’s revelations. I had a busy day lined up with errands I saved for when school let out. I had a doctor’s appointment and random other crap that I’d kept putting off. It wasn’t until hours later, at my annual appointment with my ob/gyn as I sat on the table with the paper sheet over my legs when I finally had a moment to think.
Soon my doctor breezed into the room, looked at my chart, and asked if I had anything to discuss before she did my pap smear.
“Yes. I’d like an HIV test and to discuss my options for long-term birth control.”
“Congratulations. So you met someone?” She seemed genuinely happy for me.
“Yes.” I didn’t recognize my voice as I spoke. “And I’d like to make sure he is completely protected.”
“Okay then. I’d suggest we test for more than just HIV. We’ll do a full work-up. As far as birth control is concerned, you have several options. Have you considered getting an IUD? You’re a good candidate providing your relationship is monogamous.”
“There won’t be anyone else.”
“And he feels the same way?”
And just like that—in a sterile examination room far removed from the romantic whirlwind Edward had created for me on Saturday night—I realized I was done. I wasn’t in love in Edward. I wasn’t sure I even knew what love was. I did know, however, that I no longer wanted to fuck around. I wanted to go with the feelings I had for him and see where they led. I was sure he felt the same way about me. He was risking his relationship with his mother to pursue me. He’d told me he was going to be with me, with or without her approval.
I was shocked by the confidence of my voice as I amended my previous statement.
“For either of us. There won’t be anyone else for either of us.”
“Great.How do you feel about an IUD? Let me explain how it works.”
I finished with my doctor and walked down to hall to the lab where they drew my blood. I made an appointment to discuss my test results the following Monday as well as let her know my decision on the IUD.
As I drove back to my house, I tried not to panic about what the tests would reveal. I had never once in six years of sexual activity had sex without a condom. I should have nothing to worry about. At the same time, I wasn’t sure I even knew how many partners I’d had. I thought back over the past few years. If I had to guess, it would be somewhere between thirty and forty.
The odds of being clean were not in my favor.
I tried not to dwell on it. Physically, we were going to move slowly. Edward wasn’t ready to be in a sexual relationship, even if little Edward was. I found myself smiling. There was nothing “little” about little Edward. The mere thought of Edward’s cock made me wet between the legs. Oh, the places I wanted to put Edward’s cock. My thoughts made me blush. I could only imagine what kind of reaction he’d have to them.
When I came home, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop and a beer. I needed to research IUDs, but first I checked my email. There were twenty-seven new messages.
One was from my mother, letting me know she was still alive and that she was living with some guy in Texas. I sent a quick email back thanking her for letting me know. This fulfilled my annual maternal communication requirement.
Twenty-five were from Alice regarding wedding shit. She was also wondering where I’ve been. I couldn’t tell her about Edward. I knew that. I also couldn’t lie to her forever. I decided not to worry about that right now. Instead, I confirmed I’d go bridesmaid dress shopping with her tomorrow afternoon.
The most recent email was from Rose, inviting me to her house for a late dinner with her and Emmett. I typed a quick reply, bringing her up to speed on the past three days. I didn’t mention Edward’s one-on-one time with Emmett. I figured I’d address that another time.
About two minutes later she replied, telling me to feel free to bring Edward along if he was free. I picked up my iPhone and called Edward.
“I was just getting ready to call you.” His voice was sexy as ever. “I have a lot to tell you. Are you home?”
I told him I was, and he said he was on his way. I waited for him with the giddy anticipation of a teenager.