Page 201 of Circle of Days
Joia said: “I am not going to let this happen.”
“What?”
“I am not going to lose you. I’m determined.”
“Is that so?”
Joia said: “I’ve had sex twice, once with a boy and once with a girl, both times at the revel. I did it because I wanted to find out what it was like.”
Dee raised up on her elbow and said: “What was it like?”
Joia was encouraged. She’s talking to me, she thought. She said: “I knew the boy, though not well. He kissed me and put his tongue in my mouth, then he felt my body all over. He asked me to rub his cock, so I did, but he said I was doing it wrong and he showed me how he liked it. Then he sploshed. It smelled funny.”
“And that was all?”
“I don’t think he enjoyed it much, and I didn’t enjoy it at all.”
“What about the girl?”
“I didn’t know her. She kissed me all over, then lay on top of me, rubbing her pussy against mine. After a while she made a little noise, then rolled off me. I asked her if it had been nice, and she said: ‘Not very. Was it nice for you?’ I said: ‘Not really.’ And that was that.”
“So that’s your whole sexual history?”
“I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean?”
Joia raised up on her elbow, mirroring Dee. “A year ago you kissed me, and it was so lovely that I’ve been thinking about it ever since. If sex was like that I’d do it every day.”
“Really?”
“Would you kiss me like that again? Please?”
Dee shuffled closer to her, leaned forward, and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and loving, just like before. This time it lasted longer. When at last Dee moved away and took a deep breath, Joia said: “That’s right, exactly like that. Would you do it again?”
Dee gently pushed her down until she was lying on her back, then leaned over her. “What you did before, with the boy and the girl at the revel, that wasn’t really sex,” she said. “It was going through the motions.”
“What makes the difference?”
“We love each other,” Dee said, then she kissed Joia again.
After a while Dee sat up and pulled her tunic over her head. Joia did the same. They lay down again, and Joia said: “What should I do?”
“Do you ever stroke yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Where do you touch yourself?”
“My nipples, and my pussy.”
“Anything you do to yourself, you can do to me.”
Dee’s breasts seemed to shine in the moonlight. Joia felt an eager impulse to fondle them. And she suspected that this was what Dee wanted, although she could not be sure with Dee in this mood. She reached out with both hands and touched them. Dee’s skin was warm. Her breasts were bigger than Joia’s. Joia touched the nipples experimentally, stroking them lightly. Dee breathed a little harder, and Joia felt a thrill to realize that she had caused that.
Then Dee pushed Joia’s hands away, seeming almost impatient, and bent her head to Joia’s breasts. She kissed them all around, then took a nipple into her mouth. Suddenly she felt a deliciously pleasurable sensation, and she said: “Oh!”
Dee moved her mouth to the other side, then back again, in a way that Joia found frustrating and thrilling at the same time. And there was another thrill, that of doing such intimate, such private things, not with just anybody, but with Dee.
