Page 14 of Rebound With Me
Nina
Here arethe three things I came up with when I was trying to figure out how to get revenge on my ex yesterday: 1. Pay twenty kids to attack him with squirt guns filled with neon paint. 2. Bake him forgiveness cupcakes. Spit in the batter. 3. Be really nice to him but secretly hate him and tell Marnie about how he never went down on me but once asked me to blow him in his office after school. Trust that she will tell all the other teachers.
Pretty uninspired. Vince’s idea is much more elegant and fun. While I would never have come up with it in a million years and it doesn’t seem completely logical to me—who am I to judge? This is my first ever one-night stand. I don’t care what his motives are.
Ever since I began teaching first grade, I started seeing glimpses of the six year-old boy inside every man that I meet. Vince has been all man since I met him, but when he was telling me the truth about how we were connected, and after he punched the wall, I could see it in his eyes. The six year-old boy inside of Vince is sweet and trying to act tougher than he is. He loves his mama and he’s not going to hurt me. It’s a gut feeling, but I trust it.
When I’m ninety and looking back on my life, will I regret having sex with this man?
Oh.
Hell.
No.
In fact, if I had to live through three years of orgasm-less sex with a man that I thought would make me feel safe, just to get to this guy who has already made me feel things that I’ve never felt before in the span of a couple of hours…WORTH IT.
“How’s that?” I ask, as I hold the bag of frozen peas on the top of his hand and wait for him to place his other hand on top of it.
“Good. Thank you.”
“Can you still use your hand tonight?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Good thing I didn’t punch the exposed brick.” He doesn’t get why I’m asking. “I should probably go, huh?” he says, hesitantly.
I shake my head.
I haven’t had a reckless heart since I was sixteen years old and had no idea that a heart could be broken, but tonight, with Vince in my apartment, and that blue drink coursing through my veins…
I do something that I never would have imagined myself doing my whole life up until three hours ago. I let the throw pillow that I’ve been clinging to my chest fall to the floor. The look on Vince’s face as he takes me in, naked but for my soaking wet panties, is enough to get me over my nervousness. I grab hold of the waistband of his jeans, pull him towards me and kiss him. He lets the bag of frozen peas drop to the floor, grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. It’s almost as if there was no interlude, except there’s an intensity and urgency now.
“You sure you want this?” he asks, as he lays me down on the bed, his voice husky and low, and so sexy I bet he could make me come while reading the phone book out loud.
“Right now it’s the only thing I want. Just don’t break anything else.”
“I will try not to break your bed frame, but if I do I’ll make you a new one.” He pulls me down so that my ass is at the edge of the mattress. “I also used to make furniture.” He winks at me, as he lowers down to kiss my neck, my chest, my belly, while dragging his fingers lightly down my torso, waking my body up in ways and places that are so unfamiliar to me, but I feel so open that I think that I would let him do anything to me right now.
“For the record,” I say, all breaths and sighs, “the principal never did touch me the way you’re touching me.”
He doesn’t pause from kissing my inner thigh, but I can tell that he’s smiling.
“And you’ve already given me more orgasms than he ever did in three years.”
“Well darlin,’ I hope you’re ready for more.” With a few swift moves he removes my panties, kneels on the floor, hikes my hips up, places my legs over his shoulders and looks down at my most private place while stroking my thighs, and it should make me feel so shy and vulnerable, but he’s admiring me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I look up at the ceiling and try to relax, but I cover my face with my arms when I feel his warm breath over my lady parts. It tickles in the most grown-up way imaginable, and I have to force myself not to giggle.
“Did he ever go down on you, Nina?”
“No,” I squeak.
“Fucking idiot,” he mutters. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
When I feel his tongue on me, it sends a shock of electricity up through my center, my thighs tense up and warmth spreads across my abdomen. He licks all the way around and then flicks his tongue at my clit, which is already so tense and sensitive that when he licks it and then gently sucks on it, I feel myself completely losing control. I let out a little squeal as my body shakes. My response seems to cause him to slow down by pressing his thumb against my clit and rubbing it while kissing my inner lips.
“Ohhh. That feels so good.” I think I say it out loud, I don’t know. I try to keep still, gripping the bedspread, but my body wants to undulate. It feels like he’s kissing me all over, even though he’s just doing it down there.
He moans. “I like how you taste.” He runs his hand up my thigh to my knee and back down again.
