I kissed him afterwards, clinging to him, running my fingers over his firm body, wanting him.
He stopped my hands, whispering to me to hold on, to wait, just...
He held me close.
I fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Eight
“Do you think it’s weird for a guy not to want to have sex with you?” I asked. Stacey and I had managed to grab a private moment while the guys were unloading the camping gear. We were bringing it back from Blackwater Falls. We’d been back for a day or so, but we’d had to wait for Stacey and Jack to get home from visiting friends in Morgantown.
Her eyes got big. “What happened? You have to tell me what happened!”
“Like everything but that happened,” I said.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, he doesn’t want to do it. He basically told me that he’s cool with anything except that.”
“Except sex?”
I nodded. “But he totally like...” I looked around to make sure we were still alone, and I lowered my voice. “He got me off. More than once. And it was... earth shattering.”
She giggled. “That’s awesome.”
“Yeah,” I said. My eyes rolled back in my head. “No, it’s completely awesome. I mean, he’s fucking fantastic, but do you think it’s weird?”
“That you’re having orgasms? No, contrary to popular belief, it’s actually quite normal for women to climax.”
I shoved her. “Stacey. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know if I do,” she said. She smiled mischievously. “I don’t want to get overly detailed, but, I mean, are you getting him off?”
“That’s the thing,” I said. “He won’t let me. He barely lets me touch him. Do you think that’s weird?”
Stacey considered. “Well, it’s out of the ordinary.”
“That’s what I thought,” I said.
“Hey,” she said, nudging me. “I didn’t say it was bad.” She tapped her bottom lip. “Actually, he sounds like the perfect man. He serves up multiple orgasms and asks for nothing in return?”
I giggled. “Good point.”
“You should count your blessings.”
“No, I am. I mean it, I think he’s great, and I’m so happy that you sent us on that camping trip, because it was awesome, and everything worked out perfect.” I bit my lip. “But I want to reciprocate, you know?”
“You need to talk to him about it.”
My lips parted. A little bit of air came through them.
“What?” she said. “Can’t you talk to him?”
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because... I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Well, I would start by telling him he shatters the earth for you, and go from there,” she said. “Men take all sex talks better when they’re peppered with a lot of compliments about their prowess.”
I suddenly flashed on a mental picture of Jack and Stacey in bed. It made me feel sort of ooky. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore.”
“Why? Because I said you should talk to Griffin?”
“No,” I said. “Because maybe it’s really weird for me to be telling you this stuff.”
“Oh come on,” she said. “I’m not gonna say anything. Not even to Jack, I swear.”
I hugged myself. Everything seemed complicated all of the sudden. “He is too perfect, isn’t he? There’s something wrong with it. All guys want to get off too.” I looked at her. “Don’t they?”
She lifted her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe he’s like... not really a guy. Like in that movie Boys Don’t Cry, about that girl who dressed up as a guy and got murdered?” Of course, I had grabbed his crotch the first night, and I had definitely felt something there.
“I think he’s a guy,” said Stacey. “He has an Adam’s apple.”