Page 59 of The Tip-Off
I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. He kisses it before standing next to the bed and removing the condom. “First door on the right.”
When he’s gone, I close my eyes and melt into the bed completely satiated. I can almost feel his touch still on me... no wait, heistouching me. A warm washcloth slides up my calves and to my thighs. I don’t think his intentions are to rile me up again, but as he cleans the apex of my thighs, my sex clenches with desire.
“How come you waited?” he asks when he’s satisfied with his work and lays back next to me.
“It wasn’t intentional, exactly. After the accident, I pushed everyone away. I couldn’t stand to look in the mirror so the idea of letting someone close enough to get me naked or the idea someone would even want to, just seemed ridiculous.” I pull at my tank top, which has shifted up, and better cover my stomach. “How old were you the first time?”
“Fifteen.”
“Did she have a sex playlist?” I ask, feeling irrationally jealous at the idea of him sleeping with someone else.
He chuckles softly and his hands go back to running up and down my arm. “No, definitely not. The only soundtrack we had was the sound of a basketball game in the distance.”
I raise a brow. “You had sex at a basketball game?”
“Notatthe game. In my car just outside.”
“Wow. Scandalous.”
“Not my finest moment. I was at an AAU tournament and our team was in the finals, but we had a few hours before the last game and this chick just came up to me and…” He looks sheepish. “I was young and dumb.”
I’m quiet for too long wondering if we’d be here now if I’d given up my V-card before the accident. I know he’s not sleeping with me just because of the list, but is some part of him doing this because he feels sorry for me?
He lifts my chin with a finger. “I’m glad you waited and I’m glad I got to be your first.”
30
Gabby
The next morning,I wake up as Zeke’s leaving. He drops a kiss to my forehead, and I pry my eyes open just enough to get a quick glimpse of him. I don’t know what time it is, but I know I haven’t slept long.
“Don’t go,” I mumble.
An adorable groan fills my ear and I know he’s leaning down close. “I don’t wanna, but I have to get to class. I’ll call you later.” He presses another kiss to my temple, and I fall asleep before the front door shuts.
At a much later and more acceptable hour, I wake for real. I hop into the shower and stand under the spray for a good ten minutes, smiling as I replay last night. I’ve heard so many horror stories about first times, but last night was more than I ever dreamed.
I have four texts by the time I’m sitting down to a late breakfast.
Blair: Wes said Zeke didn’t come home. DETAILS!
Blair: HELLO??!!
Zeke: Penisaurus? Honestly, it’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about all morning.
Mom: Call me, Gabriella. Love, Mom.
I text Blair back first because I know she’ll keep right on texting me until I answer.
Me: Is there such a thing as a de-flowering party? Or do I at least get a pin to commemorate the achievement? Oooh, a secret handshake maybe?
Blair: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Blair: I’m stopping by after work.
Me: Actually, I’m coming to you. Pencil me in for an appointment around noon.
And to Zeke.
