“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Umm, nothing. Have you seen the pizza brochure?” She reached over the stacks of magazine in front of her and gave me what I was “looking” for.
“Here.” She didn’t even look at me.
“What do you want on your pizza?”
“Pepperoni, lots of cheese, and olives. And absolutely no pineapple.”
“Got that.” I grabbed the phone and made a call to the pizza place. Pizza is the last thing I wanted though.
“So, how’s it going with the new guy?” I asked.
“Honestly Keith, it’s none of your business. I’d appreciate it if you don’t ask me again.”
“Fine.”
She looked at me seriously for a minute. “Do you really like to know?”
“Sure.”
“I broke up with him. I have been trying really hard for him to you, you know… take me to bed. He doesn’t want to.”
I frowned then. But that’s weird. What kind of a man wouldn’t like to take Nancy Walters to bed?
I cleared my throat. “Did he say why?”
She shrugged. “He said he doesn’t want to hurt me and that virgins are out of his league.”
Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. “I see.”
“So what about you? Do you think virgins are off limits?”
“Err. Not exactly.” I said
“Not exactly? Then what exactly?”
“Well, I can’t say. I haven’t taken a virgin to bed before.”
“I see.” She said and let out an exasperated sigh. “I used to never think it would be an issue. Guess I was wrong huh?”
“Look. It’s not that bad, okay? Save it for a better guy.”
“You’re probably right. Thanks, Keith.”
“Welcome.”
She smiled then and patted the space beside her. “Why don’t you sit beside me while we wait for the pizza? Keep me company.”
“Hmmmm, are you sure it’s okay?” I look at her stack of magazines. You might be missing out on Cosmo and Marie Claire.”
“Silly. No, it’s okay. Maybe you can help me try something I learned from Cosmo.”
I looked at her, having no idea what she’s talking about. “Come here.” She said.
I sat beside her and for the first time in my life, I was not sure what to do next. The smell of her hair was driving me crazy-it smelled like lemons and toasted coconuts. Maybe I was imagining things. I felt my pulse going wildly. She looked at me and moved her face so that it was only inches away from mine. She licked her lips provocatively and bit her lower lip as she continued to gaze at me. “Kiss me, Keith.” She whispered as she traced her fingertips on my lips. They felt like silk on my lips. I was not able to hold back. I slowly dipped my lips to hers and she sighed then. I held her to me and kissed her again and again until she opened her mouth for my tongue. She tastes really good, like orange Tic Tacs, and she’s very warm. I teased her with my tongue and I heard her made a tiny whimpering sound that really turned me on.
I held her close to me and she put her arms around me. The gesture felt so natural, as if we have done it a million times. I sucked her tongue and tried to plunge deep into her mouth. It felt absolutely amazing. I felt myself getting a hard on and I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. Just when we were starting to heat up, the pizza came. What a bummer!
We started laughing afterwards and enjoyed eating our pizzas. She’s not as scary as I thought. In fact, she turned out to be one of the easiest women to talk to. She laughs like crazy and she’s not at all self-conscious. Overall, I enjoyed that time with her so much, even if we ended up with only a kiss. I thought about how it must be like for her to be rejected by her own boyfriend. Honestly though, it’s a weird reason to say no to a girl. About an hour after that, my brother arrived together with Granda and Grama. So much for keeping the babysitter to myself.
That night was a drag for me. I was not able to sleep well. The object of my fantasies was literally on my lips.
The following day was a Saturday and mom was scheduled to have some R amp; R with her friends. She left early so it was just me, Nancy, and Peter. My brother can be really hyper during the day and that day was no exception. He played tag with the dog, ran with the neighbour kids, and spent the afternoon playing by himself in his room. Nancy was with him like every minute and believe me, it was a challenge to approach her when I don’t know how to even begin our conversation. I never had any issues like this in the past, so it’s safe to say that there’s something in her that makes me a bit tongue tied. I caught her making some lemonade at the kitchen and so I sat at the table and watched her squeeze a number of the fragrant fruit and concoct a cooler to beat the heat. I sat on the chair nearest to her and she didn’t even react when my knees brushed her thighs as I sat.