Discovering Delilah(15)

I deflate a little. Is she trying to tell me that she can’t teach me? I imagine googling How to Make a Girl Come, and I shift my eyes away.

She kisses me again, but I’m so focused that I’m anxious and I push her gently away.

“Can you—” Show me, show me, show me.

She nods. “When you put your finger inside, put it all the way in, and then do this.” She turns her palm up and moves her finger in a come-hither way. “As you…explore…you’ll find a spot that feels different from the rest. Ridged, or rougher. That’s the G-spot, but some women don’t respond to it, so if you can’t find it, don’t worry. Chances are it’s not something you’re doing wrong, and honestly, that’s like an added bonus. You can get a woman over the edge by just doing what you were doing, so don’t stress over this, okay? Your touch is amazing.”

That makes me feel a little more at ease. Even though this explanation should embarrass me, it doesn’t. I’m a good student, and I’m going to nail this.

“You have a look of determination in your eyes.” She smiles. “It’s really cute.”

“I’m kind of a competitive student.” I always had to be, to meet the grades my parents expected, but I don’t tell her this as she relaxes back onto the couch again and brings her own hand between her legs.

Holy crap, that’s so hot.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

I stroke her around her finger, then press mine into her all the way and crook my finger. Just as I feel the spot I think is right, she moans. My heart skips a beat, knowing I accomplished this. Watching her face flush and her teeth trap her lower lip as I repeat the move over and over while she strokes her clit and comes apart right there around my fingers is the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. She reaches for me and I think she wants to kiss me, so I move quickly up to meet her lips, my fingers still buried deep inside her. She tucks her forehead against my neck, thrusts her hand into my underwear, and takes me up, up, up, and we spiral over the edge together.

Questions. Answered.

I don’t know how long we lie together on the couch, but sometime later we bring the wineglasses into the kitchen and I carry my phone and boots to the door, knowing I look as freshly fucked as she does, and not caring. Her hair is awry and her lips have that kissed-too-hard look. I’m no longer embarrassed, and I don’t feel funny standing with Janessa at her front door. It’s hard to imagine that a few hours ago I was standing on the other side of the door debating leaving. Thank God I didn’t.

I feel so much freer than I have ever felt and so much gratitude toward her. It’s a little overwhelming. My body is still humming from her touch and from the confidence she’s given me. From knowing, once and for all, that I’m definitely into girls.

“Thank you, Janessa. I don’t know how long I would have gone before ever…”

She cups the back of my head and presses her lips to mine. “You’re amazing. Just be careful, you know. Be smart. Respect your body.”

I nod.

“Are you okay? Are we okay?” Her eyes get serious.

I nod faster than I mean to. “I don’t feel weird. Oh gosh, do you?”

“No. No, Delilah, I don’t. But I’ve been with lots of women.”

“I’m fine, really. I’m so thankful. And you’re so beautiful, and so nice, and I just hope that when we see each other again we won’t feel funny.” I bite my lip. “And I’m rambling and nervous and excited, and…I’ll shut up now.”

She laughs. “I think we were pretty straight up with each other. I’m not looking for a girlfriend, and hopefully now you’ll feel confident enough to go after the one girl you really want.”

“If she’s into girls.” I roll my eyes like it’s no big deal, but I hope and pray Ashley is not just into girls, but into me.

“You won’t know unless you try, and life’s too short not to go after what you want.”

After we hug goodbye I head to my Jeep. The air feels lighter and my head feels clearer than it ever has. I start up the Jeep, and as much as I want to drive straight over to Ashley’s and share this feeling with her, I don’t. It doesn’t feel right to be with her after being with Janessa. I drive home with the windows down and the cool night air blowing through my hair. It isn’t until I reach my house that guilt sneaks in, stealing the excitement of my newfound pleasure like a thief.





Chapter Four


~Ashley~

ENDLESS SUMMER SURF Shop is located a block away from the boardwalk. It’s painted bright yellow with a huge sign out front featuring a surfer riding a wave. Every morning we line up a display of surfboards out front and wheel one of the sale racks out to the sidewalk. We have a bike rack out front for customers to chain up their bikes while they shop. Between the brightly colored surfboards and the yellow building, our shop is easy to spot, even from a distance. One of the coolest things about working here is that when we aren’t busy, Brent Steele, the owner and an amazing surfer, lets me set up a chair and paint in front of the store. Some days I just leave my easel there and go outside for a few minutes here or there.