So far, nothing about this weekend was going as I’d expected. It had been pouring all day, and showed no sign of letting up any time soon. My parents made a quick exit when my father was called to the hospital. In actuality, their exit could have been a little quicker. My dad made a point of telling me he stocked the medicine cabinet in my bathroom with condoms, wink wink nudge nudge. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole, and I found myself grateful Bella was napping. I had no doubt in my mind what she would want to do when she woke up and realized my parents were gone.
I wanted it, too.
I was just nervous as hell that I’d fuck it all up. I opened up my laptop and clicked on the browser icon. Google appeared, and I found myself typing how to make a woman orgasm.
I glanced at the results, clicked, and read.
Relax and enjoy.
The latter was a given, but the former was easier said than done.
Eighty percent of women don’t believe their partners kiss them enough.
Huh. Duly noted.
Plenty of oral sex will get your partner in the mood and relax her.
This was good in theory, but I didn’t know how to do that, either.
Many women claim their men come too quickly.
Well, yeah. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do about that. I was beginning to think this was hopeless when I heard Bella approaching. I quickly closed the window.
“How long did I sleep?” she asked.
“About five hours.”
“I’m sorry. I’m an awful guest; I had no idea I was that tired. I hope I didn’t interfere with anything your parents had planned.”
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, my dad has to go into work tomorrow. One of his colleagues had her baby a month early and he’s covering her surgeries. He and my mom decided to head home tonight since it was raining. They were sorry they didn’t get to say goodbye, but didn’t want me to wake you. They said they hoped you’d come to dinner one night next week.”
“Do you want to head home, too?”
“There’s no need. They aren’t expecting me back until Tuesday. Besides, this is supposed to all blow through overnight. The weather for the next two days is supposed to be gorgeous.”
I closed my laptop and nodded.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was as nervous as I was. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her.
“You know there’s a soaking tub in the bathroom off our bedroom. Would you like to take a bath?”
“That sounds perfect.” She seemed instantly relieved.
After she went into the bathroom, I lingered in my room, trying to calm down. Eventually, I stripped out of my clothes and boxers, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. The less clothing I had on, the less time it would take to remove it, and the less likely I would be to wuss out. I tentatively approached the bathroom door and knocked softly.
“Come in,” she called.
“You don’t mind if I sit in here with you, do you? I kind of miss the girls.” I gestured to her bare breasts, smiling.
She shook her head and I plopped down onto the bath mat, propping myself up on my elbows on the rim of the tub. For some reason, I felt compelled to state the obvious.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
For some reason, saying it out loud made me feel better.
“I won’t last long enough inside you for you to climax, and I have no clue how to make that happen through other means.”
“Edward, it’s not just about having orgasms you know. Most women take years to be able to come during intercourse. Some never do.”
Huh. Talk about setting a guy up for failure.
“Do you?” I asked.
“I don’t mean to sound antagonistic, Bella. Truly I don’t. But if it wasn’t always about physical release, and you didn’t love these people, why did you have sex with them?”
She stared straight ahead, as if carefully considering my question.
“I don’t know,” she said finally.
I stood up and retrieved a towel from the rack on the wall.
“Come here.” I held the towel out for her. She stepped out of the tub and into my outstretched arms. I gently dried her off before I led her to the bedroom, still wrapped in the bath sheet.
We stood at the foot of the bed, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were wide with expectation. I placed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” I said softly.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I love you, too.”
I untucked the towel from around her chest and dropped it to the floor, taking in the sight before me. I’d seen Bella in various stages of undress more times than I could count, but the sight of her slightly wet looking at me longingly went straight to my cock. I nudged her onto the bed before kicking off my pants and settling between her legs.
I held her face in my hands and kissed her lips, her chin, her throat, and her chest. I trailed my tongue around first one breast and then the other, licking, tasting, squeezing, sucking. I watched her nipples pucker and her lips part, and felt her hips press against mine.
“Oh, Edward, that feels so good.”
Her encouragement emboldened me, and I kissed a path down her stomach, dipping my tongue inside her belly button. I spread her legs wide and knelt between them before parting her nether lips with my hands.
I’d seen vulvas before, both in porn and in medical text books. I knew what to expect from an aesthetic standpoint. She was hot, drenched, and her clitoris seemed to wink at me, somehow daring and terrifying me all at once.
I continued to stare into her pink flesh, and I tried not to panic. I needed to approach this scientifically. Making Bella orgasm was no different from a math problem or a scientific question. I just had to determine the correct algorithm.
I took a deep breath, and pretended I was in a chem lab.
Define the question.
How the fuck was I going to bring my girlfriend to orgasm?
I tried Google, but Bella interrupted me.
I could ask her what she likes, but that would remind her that I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. On the phone two nights ago, she said she masturbated by stroking her clitoris while pumping fingers in and out of her vagina. It sounded simple enough. I just needed to work up the nerve to touch her.
Perform experiment and collect data.
I tentatively brushed my index finger from where her lips joined at the top of her vulva down to her vagina. The ease with which it glided over her wet flesh astounded me, as did the heat of her.
“You’re so wet,” I muttered in amazement.
“You do that to me,” she whispered.
If female genitalia is capable of releasing this much moisture from six minutes of making out followed by one downward stroke of a finger, why were there whole aisles in drugstores devoted to lube?
Maybe she was actually legitimately aroused. With growing confidence, I traced the perimeter of her clitoris.
She appeared to be enjoying my efforts. Her breathing has gotten deeper, and she’s gotten ever wetter.
Interpret data and draw hypothesis.
I can make her orgasm by stroking her clitoris with one hand while penetrating her vagina with one or two fingers of the other.
I shifted my weight, and in doing so caught a glimpse of my erection. If it was meant to fit in there, one finger probably wouldn’t even register. I wondered if I should use three.
I decided to start with one and add more on an as needed basis. I extended my index finger and slowly it pressed inside her.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I wasn’t prepared for her to feel like velvety bubble wrap drenched in heated olive oil, which was the only way I could describe how she felt. As it was, words didn’t even come close.
Her hips rose off the bed, and I started working her clitoris with my thumb.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.”
When she was so wet I could no longer feel the texture of her walls, I added a second finger.
“Edward, I’m going to come.”
She thrashed around on the bed making noises I wouldn’t even know how to describe. She sucked the right corner of her lower lip into her mouth, clenched her eyes shut, and let out a final wail before collapsing onto the bed in a sweaty heap.
I kept my fingers inside her until her breathing returned to normal, at which point I flopped onto the bed next to her.
“Are you always so loud?” I asked.
“No, but it was so easy to let go with you.”
“Remember the other night on the phone? You told me how you had just finished touching yourself and what you had done. I paid very close attention,” I admitted.
“I love you, Edward.”
The next thing I knew, her hand was wrapped around my cock. I smiled like an idiot as she gently pushed me onto my back. As amazing as it felt to have her hand on me there, I was relieved when she released me and straddled my stomach. I wanted more than anything to be inside her, and I knew that wouldn’t happen if I came in her hand.
I held each of her breasts in my hands and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. She pressed herself against me, sucking on my neck and my earlobe before working her way down my body. Her hair tickled my chest as she licked and kissed and occasionally nipped. My hips started moving of their own accord, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.
She sat up and flipped her hair over her shoulders.
“Are you sure, Edward?” she asked. “This isn’t something we can undo.”
I’d never been so sure of anything, but she seemed as if she was somehow conflicted.
I stared into her eyes and tried to understand why she was suddenly so reticent. Had she not wanted this since our first date?
“It’s yours to take,” I whispered, squeezing her thighs.
She raised herself onto her knees and inched down my chest. When her pelvis was aligned with mine, she grasped my cock and brushed it between her lips. Her moisture coated the head of my penis, which slid easily over the flesh around her vagina. She slowly lowered her bottom, bringing me inside her.
I’d expected her to be wet, and after I’d explored her with my fingers, I expected her to be tight and hot. Nothing prepared me for the sensation I felt as her hips came down to meet mine. I felt like I was parting walls – hot, wet, textured walls that squeezed and rubbed me creating sensations beyond anything I could have possibly imagined.
She raised herself onto her knees, and even as most of me withdrew from her body, there was still friction. When she sat down onto me, I exploded inside her twitching against her. Keeping me inside her, she rested against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, wanting to prolong the experience by keeping my now flaccid penis inside her as long as I could.
Though I knew I wouldn’t be able to give her an orgasm my first time in, I still felt like a bit of a failure. I was literally a two pump chump. I suddenly understood why my dad gave it up at sixteen to a girl his age in the back of a car. If he’d been awful at it, she probably didn’t know the difference. By contrast, the woman in my arms completely understood the pleasure which her body could bring her.
She had to be disappointed.
She rolled off me and propped herself up on her elbow. “What are you thinking?”
Hmm…I’m sorry I was the worst sexual experience of your life.
“Edward, talk to me.”
I clenched my eyes shut. “Is it always so…brief?”
She shook her head.
“Oh.” I sighed.
“Was it okay for you?”
She seemed genuinely concerned. I couldn’t believe that my insecurity had her doubting her skills.
I pulled her face towards mine and placed a quick kiss on her mouth. “Bella, I’m a guy. Of course, it was okay for me. It was amazing for me. I just wish I lasted longer for you.”
“You’ll last longer as you get used to how it feels to be inside me.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how it feels to be inside you.” I smiled when I realized making love to her could be a daily occurrence. “But I’m looking forward to working on that.”
I stroked her between her legs. She was still hot and still wet. I pressed a finger inside her and studied her face. Her lips parted and she let out a tiny moan.
“How long until we can go again?”
“Edward, that depends on you. And let me tell you—that is one area where your age puts you at a distinct advantage.” She ran the tip of her index finger around my penis which immediately sprung back to life. “See?”
With my finger still inside her, I stroked her clitoris with my thumb. She closed her eyes and rested her back against the pillow. I settled myself between her legs and replaced my finger with my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me more deeply inside her.
She was warm, though not as much as she seemed the first time.
“Move when you’re ready,” she whispered.
I withdrew almost completely before pushing back inside of her. She lifted her hips off the bed to meet mine. I ground my hips against hers, moaning.
“Is that good?”
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“I want to make you feel good, baby…to make you forget your own name…to come inside me again and again.”
I pulled out and slammed back into her.
She moaned and tugged on my hair. “That’s it; that feels so good.”
My cock moved in and out of her with ease. She’d become so wet I could no longer feel the texture of her walls. The combination of her moisture and her heat would be my undoing.
“I love how you feel inside me. You’re not going to hurt me, Edward. Don’t hold back.”
I thrust into her with more force, and she moaned.
“Yes. Just like that.”
“I’m…” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and grunted.
“Don’t fight it.” Her hips rocked with mine. “I want you to come.”
As I yelled her name and spilled into her, she ran her fingers through my hair and continued whispering words of encouragement. She told me she loved me, that she loved that her body gave me pleasure, that with practice she would be able to come with me inside her, but for now it was more than enough to know that I’d chosen her.
Long before tonight, she’d been the one, and I wondered briefly why she didn’t seem to realize this. I didn’t spend much time in my thoughts—now that I had the option, I preferred to spend time in her. I claimed her as mine again and again, stopping only when physical exhaustion forced me to rest. I eventually fell asleep, fully spent and consumed with Bella and wonder.