Part 9 (1/2)

When Rosalind met me after the seminar, the sky was gray and threatening, but it was still warm enough for a light jacket. After our meeting in the commons we had discovered that every other day our campus departures led us to meet naturally because both our cla.s.ses ended at the same time. I had by now walked her home several times. She and I were easy with each other. She liked to punch and tickle me and tousle my hair. I allowed it, biding my time.

The storm came upon us with unusual suddenness. Snow began to swirl as we pa.s.sed by the Quadrangle Club where Harvey worked as a waiter, and by the time we reached Dorchester the air had turned bitterly cold. A near blizzard lashed at us relentlessly.

aCome into my place,a Rosalind urged me, pulling on my hand.

I could not resist her offer, considering the circ.u.mstances. Besides it was a nice, neat apartment that smelled of her. I had visited a couple of times over the preceding few days, and each time the physical surroundings had in a curious way increased my affection for the girl. It was a one-room affair with a kitchen nook and an attached lavatory the door of which never shut properly. A carelessly made bed dominated the s.p.a.ce, along with a couch, an armchair and a rickety table and chairs. I thought I recalled a male student who would eventually live there.

aClara will worry about me,a I said immediately after she closed the door to the hallway.

aYes. Iam sorry, Timmy. And I donat have a phone. But maybe the weather will ease up soon.a It did not. The storm increased in such intensity over the next hour that snow began to pile against the bas.e.m.e.nt windows. We read to each other, played cards, wondered what to do, but after two hours the wind still screamed and the street outside became clogged with snow.

aYouare here for the night,a she eventually said, shrugging her shoulders at me. aLetas fix something to eat.a Despite her hot chocolate, Rosalind was not much of a cook. Because of that and owing to the lack of provisions in the apartment we ate noodles and cold tuna fish for supper. Afterwards we sat on the couch, each of us at either end with our legs drawn up onto the cus.h.i.+ons. We had exhausted the ba.n.a.lities of our usual conversation.

aI think Iam going to have a new boyfriend,a she said brightly all of a sudden.

aBut what about Harvey?a I inquired dutifully, knowing already that any presentable male could beat his time with Rosalind.

aHarvey? Heas a friend, of course. But heas not, you know, like other guys.a aThe problem with Harvey is that he likes other guys,a I observed sourly.

aReally, Timmy! How could you understand anything about that?a aChrist, Rosalind!a I exploded. aIam beyond pre-p.u.b.escence, you know!a aStill, itas not something you should talk about at your age.a aThere are boys my age who do more than talk about it, as well as guys like Harvey who are only too eager to help them.a She blushed deeply. aI didnat realize that,a she murmured with her head turned aside.

aI know all about s.e.x, perhaps even more than you. Have you ever been kissed properly?a aHarvey isnat that sort of guy,a she replied after taking a deep breath and making an effort to compose herself. aWe shouldnat be talking like this. Youare just a kid.a I shrugged in resignation, knowing I didnat stand a chance with the girl. aWho is this new friend,a I asked.

She brightened. aHeas a teaching a.s.sistant in the English department. Heas a poet.a aA poet,a I groaned. aRosalind, those guys collect virgins and discard them after a single use.a She sat with arms across her chest and a disapproving look on her face.

aPerhaps,a I suggested with a leer, athatas all you want in any case.a She fumed, aTimmy, I should throw you out into the snow. How could you have any idea what this is all about?a aI think I know you,a I replied softly. aAnd I certainly understand what most guys want.a aYouare only a child!a she retorted. She crossed her legs nervously, as though she suspected I might indeed know more about the birds and bees.

I reached down and placed my hand on her calf just above the sock. She moved the leg away, swinging it off the couch.

aI think we should get some sleep,a she declared, leaping to her feet. aYouare small enough for the couch,a she added pointedly.

I almost riposted bitterly, aToo small for you, eh?a but resisted speaking because it might not be entirely true. She threw me a blanket and a pillow before she retreated to the bathroom. I pulled off my shoes and reclined on the couch fully dressed. I watched shadowy movement through the crack in the door where she was obviously dressing for bed. The door soon opened and she stood with the light behind her clad in a long, flannel nightgown that b.u.t.toned up the front. The thickness of the fabric concealed her form despite the light.

aAre you going to sleep in your clothes?a she inquired like a b.i.t.c.hy older sister.

Without a word I stood and stripped completely.

She blinked. aWhatare you doing?a aI always sleep nude.a She did not display the least interest in my exposed flesh but turned aside to arrange the sheets and blankets on the bed. She switched off the light and climbed in even as I stood next to the couch.

aLetas hope weare not snowed in all weekend,a she said with a large yawn.

I stood naked in the cozy, dark room that smelled of her. The wind howled outside.

aMay I sleep on the bed?a I asked. aThe couch isnat really large enough.a When she didnat respond after a few seconds, I sank to the bed and climbed under the blanket. She moved her body to the further side of the narrow mattress to make room for me, but she still did not speak or otherwise object. I pulled on the smallish bedcover and she yanked it back with an angry grunt. For a couple of minutes I lay quietly near her inviting warmth pondering the situation. I had no thought of sleep. I was convinced the delicious girl was ripe and ready to be plucked. After a moment I tentatively extended a foot to brush against one of hers, which she quickly moved away. Her usual aroma of perfumed soap was particularly strong. I cautiously moved my head toward her pillow to inhale the lovely fragrance close up. My chin brushed against her hair. She did not move away, although she had to be aware of my nearness. I dared place a hand on her upper arm as she lay on her side and gently kneaded the soft flesh beneath the flannel garment.

aTimmy! What are you doing?a she barked abruptly and rolled onto her back which brought the full length of her body into contact with mine.

aI want to talk about your poet,a I replied softly.

Her face was so close to mine I could have extended my tongue to lick her cheek. aI think itas a shame youall be giving your first real kiss to a stranger.a aIave kissed before. Iam not so inexperienced,a she replied in annoyance and moved her head a further inch away.

aBut itas more than that, you know,a I persisted, finding her hand with mine. aYou must be very curious about men. Why would you choose a stranger? Do you feel youad be safer that way, more anonymous?a She turned her head to me. aHow did you guess that?a Her tone was marveling.

aI feel that I know you almost completely. As to anonymity, havenat you learned by now that you can trust me?a aTrust you with what?a aYour curiosity, for one thing.a aPerhaps so, Timmy, but Iam not curious about little boys.a aYouare just taller than me, Rosalind, nothing else. How can age be such a difference between people like us?a I placed a hand on her flat stomach. She seemed to quiver before roughly brus.h.i.+ng it aside.

She half raised her head. aYou know this has nothing to do with intellect, Timmy. This is something different entirely.a aHow do you know that?a I replied sweetly, replacing my hand on her soft mid section, my fingers toying with the b.u.t.tons of her nightgown. aPerhaps physical intimacy can be intellectually stimulating. Surely you wouldnat want to experience your first time with a brute.a aHeas not a brute!a aBut you donat know him the way you know me. He could be very selfish, uncaring. I would never hurt you. You certainly must understand that.a aHeas an adult, Timmy. A grown up man. A large man in fact.a She did not protest my undoing a couple of her b.u.t.tons. My fingers stole beneath the fabric to find the flesh of her stomach. The virginal softness aroused me.

aIs that a concern of yours, Rosalind? Size? Itas surely not something youad want for your first time.a My hard erection pressed against her hip. She had to feel it but remained immobile. I was encouraged to insert a hand into her nightgown and circle the palm slowly upwards until a thumb brushed against the softness of a pert breast.

aThis is not right, Timmy. You should go sleep on the couch, before aa The words, spoken with a tremulous voice, carried no conviction. Did she expect me to ask, aBefore what?a I placed my hand fully upon the small feminine mound and felt a hard nipple tickle my palm. The areola puckered. She s.h.i.+vered but failed to withdraw from contact even when I kissed her cheek lovingly and licked the skin of it.

aYou know itas right. In fact itas perfect for you,a I murmured into her ear. aThe poet would be a tawdry choice compared to me, at least for the first time. Maybe later for him, when you feel more confident about s.e.x.a I fondled the breast as I brushed my lips against her ear.

aYouare just a child,a she protested weakly.

aWeave already been through that argument, darling. Iam mature enough to give you a baby. Is that the problem? Are you afraid of becoming pregnant?a aIam at the safest time of the month,a she mumbled, twisting her torso, perhaps unconsciously, to sc.r.a.pe her nipple against my palm.

aThen you should be happy at this opportunity. Isnat it more fitting for someone like me to introduce you to s.e.x? Weare special people, the two of us.a When she did not respond, I a.s.sumed she would have me, if only out of curiosity. I slowly removed my hand from beneath her night gown and cautiously undid the b.u.t.tons. As the other hand caressed her head I pressed my lips to hers for a gentle kiss to which she responded at first tentatively and then with a modest eagerness. When I finished with the b.u.t.tons I flipped the garment to either side of her long body. We continued to kiss, although she did not seek to embrace me. Her breathing against my lips became irregular. My free hand roamed her exposed body, exploring her modest b.r.e.a.s.t.s, firm stomach and one exquisite, slender thigh.

aPlease donat!a she cried weakly, when my fingers probed her moist pubic bush.

aDo you want me to kiss you there, darling? A virgin kiss?a aNo! No!a she protested and squeezed her thighs tightly together. aThatas disgusting.a But she endured my mouth on an erect nipple that I sucked with perhaps too much enthusiasm. aTimmy, please,a she sighed and fondled my head.

I gave up the responsive b.r.e.a.s.t.s and slipped down between her legs. Women may protest but I have never known one to break the first contact of tongue to c.l.i.toris. Neither did she, though she complained, aTimmy, thatas awful! Timmy a”a Her complaint ceased with a gasp. She opened her legs for the first time. Her tiny c.l.i.t swelled noticeably as my tongue circled it. Gathering my saliva, I licked the l.a.b.i.a apart and thrust between them. She groaned and her legs parted farther.

I rolled atop her, p.e.n.i.s pressing her lower lips.

aHow long have you dreamed of doing this, Rosalind?a I murmured against her shoulder. I was slightly frustrated by her taller body, because I could not reach her mouth without losing my position at the virgin opening.

aOh, Timmy!a was her only response.

I wriggled against her in wordless encouragement. Her legs parted fully to either side of my body. She raised a knee. With a hand on myself I ran the head up and down her crack. Of course she was very wet.

aDonat hurt me!a she exclaimed in a choking gasp while rocking her hips upward expectantly.

I pushed forcefully and broke through immediately. Her body went rigid and she cried out aOh!a but gave no other sign of distress. She was very tight, even on my smallish member, which soon tingled with pleasure. She whimpered, a sound more of pain than pleasure. I did not try to last. The excitement of antic.i.p.ation sweetened my climax, and I squirted like a schoolboy before she could complain about the hurt. For a while I lay between her thighs and tongued a nipple in blissful contentment, but soon she pushed at my body and I rolled off her.

She did not want to talk or cuddle. Without a word she turned onto her side facing away from me and seemed to fall sleep. When I touched her between the legs to feel my oozing seed, I found her hand there before me. I nestled myself against her and dozed off.

In the twilight before dawn I awoke to find my new sweetheart asleep on her back. I marveled at her young loveliness, more captivating than most of the prettier women I had known. I ran my fingers lightly across her somnolent body as my boyish member hardened. Her eyes popped open when I climbed atop her eager for another go.

aGet off, Timmy!a she shouted angrily. aYouave already done your job.a aSo now itas the poetas turn?a I asked ruefully, sitting up.

aPerhaps, perhaps,a she mumbled, getting out of bed. aThis morning I donat know.a She was naked. Long and tall, long and tall were redundant words that pa.s.sed repeatedly through my mind as I stared at her in open admiration. She looked like a runner.

aYouare ogling me!a she protested loudly and turned her back.

aDo you mind? Youare beautiful. And weare not exactly strangers.a She looked over her shoulder and then faced me, striking a pose.