Winter was coming soon, a cold one too, judging by the breeze; living so close to Lake Michigan made predicting weather patterns pretty easy, especially as winter approached. I took in a deep breath, the crisp air was refreshing, like the feeling you get drinking cold water after chewing on Dentine Ice; unlike my boyfriend Jace, winter was quickly becoming my favorite season. There is nothing better than the smells of winter: nutmeg, cinnamon, oranges and cloves, and of course, roasted chestnuts whenever Mom was well enough to make them. Nothing except, maybe, the feel of steam warming your numb cheeks and the taste of warm apple cider, so sweet it rejuvenated your soul. The only thing that detracts from the joys of winter is the damn cold, it is ever waiting to wrap you in its tendrils until all the life is choked out of you.
Jace and I had walked around the block twice now, his icy fingers wrapped around mine served as a reminder to bring gloves the next time; it hadn’t been so cold when we left, but the sun was setting with its warmth following not far behind. We passed Misseltwaithe Drive again, turning right meant walking back home – not a far walk either, maybe 350 feet, left would take us down a dead-ended road where the high school sat empty for the weekend. It had been nice living so close to school, I don’t think I woke up before 7AM once since moving here. However, graduating had been even better. I decided on going left, it bought me just a little more time alone with Jace, and that was never a bad thing; my family liked him well enough, but maybe I’m a bit selfish. Another wintery gust of wind made me question my decision; but then, Jace stopped walking. Confused, I looked up at him, he cupped my cheek in his hand, brushing my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled through the kiss, his lips were cold, his breath warm – such a pleasant juxtaposition. I gently sucked on his tongue when he slipped it into my mouth. Our kiss ended much too soon, and we continued walking, but not before a couple staccato closed-mouth kisses.
We walked to the school in near silence, there wasn’t much left to say after hours of mindless chatter, I knew what was on his mind – we’d talked about it earlier in the week. I wanted to try it too, but being a virgin, I was nervous that I’d screw something up and he’d break up with me; he was a virgin also, or so he said, but I knew he’d dated a few girls in high school. We’d decided on this day, just as good a day as any I suppose, and I’d done my best to have a normal date despite my nervous anticipation. We walked around to the back of the school, there would be much less chance of getting caught there; the frontage road was blocked by a small grove, and the building itself served as shelter from any passersby.
We made out again on the back side of the building, I was pressed up against the blue doors which lead to the cafeteria. I hardly noticed the cold anymore, nor did I hear the traffic whizzing past on the highway, Jace’s hardy, quiet presence enveloped my senses as our lips and tongues joined in dance. My heart, working at nearly 300% capacity pounded in my head, pumping blood through my veins like an army’s advancing march, a march leading between my legs where a nice tingly warmth grew to an all-consuming hotness.
“Can I s-s-see it,” he stammered, breaking our kiss.
“Yes,” I said nodding, I had spent considerable time shaving last night, for the first time, because I’d read on Google that men like women to be hairless. I’d done an okay job I guess, but this morning the area was red with irritation, I prayed that it looked better now as I slipped out of my flats and rolled my tights down. By the time I’d gotten my tights off and my panties down around one ankle a minute – or less – had passed; it had felt like an eternity, ever more agonizing knowing that for the first time someone would see, and pass judgment on me. I pressed my weight against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the cement, I spread my legs and hiked my skirt up for him. I winced as I set my bare ass on that cold concrete – this would have been a lot more comfortable inside.
I didn’t quite understand the look on his face, it was something between deer-in-the-headlights mixed with shock and admiration, but I knew that not only was he a virgin like me, but this was probably his first time seeing a vagina outside of whatever porn site he liked. Knowing that I was his first, and remembering the girls he had dated before, was the highest compliment I had ever received; in that moment I felt like the most beautiful girl in all the world.
Jace sat between my legs and started touching me, it was awkward, he didn’t know how to do it, but I let him explore my body anyway. Thankfully I was able to ignore the awkwardness of his unfamiliar pawing at my vagina when he started kissing me again, I knew he’d get better at it over time, and we had the rest of our lives to spend getting to know one another’s bodies. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me; having been aroused most of the day they went in quite smoothly, however, he brushed right past the g-spot and pushed and pushed until he couldn’t get his fingers any deeper. He began thrusting them in and out as fast as he could, fast and deep, fast and out; I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder moaning softly. Jace’s touch did give me some pleasure, albeit, not as much as when I masturbated – then, I’d had a lot more practice; however, what was much more arousing was the thought of finally having sex, of knowing what it was like. I knew I would like it if it wasn’t good there wouldn’t be so many people on Earth, and I was ready.