Thursday, October 9, 2008

Chapter 30 - The First Time

November 20, 1948

After supper, Jerry fluffed up the pillows on the couch, put his feet up, and settled in with the newspaper. Becky and Solomon usually sat and talked at the kitchen table or on the front porch until Solomon left for home. Tonight, Becky took Solomon’s hand and led him into her bedroom. She shut the door behind them and locked it.

Jerry looked up and raised his eyebrows. Hmmm, that’s different, he thought as he smiled and went back to reading his paper.

Becky kicked off her shoes and lay down on her bed. She rolled over on her side and propped her head on her hand. She smiled at Solomon as she patted the bed beside her.

Solomon thought, I don’t know what’s going on, but I like it. He pulled his shoes off and stretched out beside of her.

She scooted closer and put her head on his chest. “I feel safe when you hold me,” she said.

“It makes me feel safe too,” he said as he put his arm around her and pulled her to him.

She laughed at him, “Yeah, right.”

“Seriously, it makes me feel emotionally safe,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” she giggled.

Solomon pushed an auburn curl behind her ear and allowed the ends of it to wrap around his finger. “You are so beautiful. Do you know that?”

“Not really,” she said.

He rolled over towards her. His eyes scanned her face as he slowly moved closer. Their lips touched briefly. He pulled back and hovered over her lips to give her a chance to turn away if she didn’t want him to kiss her. Her warm breath entered his mouth. He moved towards her again gently caressing the softness of her mouth with his lips. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck signaling her consent. Moving his hand to her breast, he brushed his thumb slowly back and forth over her nipple. He felt it grow hard as her lips parted. His tongue entered her and explored as she met his tongue with hers. Becky’s eyes fluttered. She groaned low in the back of her throat. Her clitoris engorged and thumped rhythmically a few times as she gasped through a smile.

Suddenly she pulled her dress up around her thighs and straddled him. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply as she ground herself into him. She gazed at him with glassy-eyed passion. Solomon no longer had any doubts about where Becky wanted him to take her.

He rubbed her thighs, and then he slipped his thumbs under the edge of her panties. One of his thumbs found its way to her mons pubis where he massaged her clitoral hood in circles. He let the hood slide rhythmically over her exquisitely sensitive clitoris. The delicious movements of his thumb took her breath away. She watched him as she unbuttoned her dress. Her pregnant breasts spilled over the top of her bra. Solomon reached behind her back and unhooked it. He cradled one of her breasts in his hand and caressed her nipple while his thumb continued its rhythmic massage. “I want you,” he said. His voice was raspy as he looked at her through eyes half-closed by passion. His thumb picked up speed.

“Oh God, I want you too,” she said hoarsely.

He put his hands under her dress to lift it over her head. She stopped him. “Wait,” she said. She climbed off of him and opened his belt. She unbuttoned his pants, and then she unzipped them. She got up on her knees, hooked her thumbs under his waistband and underwear, and pulled down. He raised his hips to help. She pulled his shirt off and studied his naked body. “You’re magnificent!” she said as she touched the drop of seminal fluid and spread it in circles around the smooth purple head. He dropped his head backwards and closed his eyes.

She slipped out of her panties and started to mount him.

He rolled both of them over as he turned on his side. “You can’t do that position right now…penetration’s too deep,” he said.

“We can make love, can’t we?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. Still lying on his side, he scooted over in the bed until he was diagonal on it. “Lie on your back and put your legs over my hips,” he said. He pulled her to him by the hips until their bodies met perfectly. Raising up on his elbow, Solomon explored her breasts. He stroked the nakedness of her thighs and buttocks and caressed the roundness of her belly. He felt the coarseness of her pubic hair. As his fingers explored and massaged, her legs parted to accommodate his explorations. Swollen and engorged with blood her labia enfolded his fingers. He watched her face as he fondled her. He gently mouthed her nipple as he inserted two fingers inside of her. Becky’s mouth opened slightly and Solomon could see the tip of her tongue moving, reaching for pleasure. Out of habit, he noted that her cervix was normal and closed, as it should be in pregnancy. Then he guided his penis into her. Her wet softness engulfed him.

“Oh yes,” she gasped as she hooked her legs behind his buttocks and pushed the fullness deeper inside.

He braced himself to maintain control of his pleasure so he could focus on Becky’s pleasure. He planted his thumb again on her clitoral hood. Her clitoris was erect. He could feel it tighten around his organ, crowding in on him. He slowly began to move inside of her until he’d thoroughly spread her secretions, and the slick mucous covered him. He moved his thumb with the primal rhythm of sexual arousal. He knew that humans differ little in the rhythm of their strokes toward sexual satisfaction. Solomon pushed Becky to higher and higher plateaus of sensual pleasure. He alternated slow languid voluptuous timing with a quick urgent pace. Just as she was on the brink of spilling over the highest plateau of sexual peak into orgasm, Solomon slowed. He felt the body of her clitoris surrounding him as it thumped…one…two…three in a missed orgasm. “Oh God, please don’t stop,” she’d say. But he wanted her to savor the suspended animation on the edge of her sexual precipice.

His glans created suction as he slowly moved in and out of her. He watched her signals as she neared orgasm. This time when she stiffened, he continued the rhythm she craved. As he saw her falling over the edge, he rolled her nipple with his fingertips to increase the force of her orgasm. And as he felt her orgasmic contractions rhythmically squeeze and release around him, he allowed himself over the precipice too. His prostaglandin-laden semen exploded into her.

They lay in each other’s arms as their bodies came down off the euphoric high of sexual satisfaction. With heads lying on the same pillow, tiny kisses decorated their relaxation. “That was amazing,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that. You kept me on the edge for so long that when it finally happened, it blew me away and seemed to go on and on and on.”

Solomon just smiled at her.

“You planned it that way, didn’t you?” she said smiling.

“Who me?” he teased. And then he whispered, “I want you naked under the covers.”

“Then turn the light off,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Solomon rolled backward and reached for the lamp. Then he pulled her into his curve until his body spooned her back. He moved her long hair and kissed the nape of her neck. They both gave in to sleep.

Copyright © 2008 by Robbin Renee Bridges
Coping with Grief through Afterlife Communication

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