Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Other Titles by Susie Bright
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Introduction
- Halves
- Surviving Darwin
- Playing Doctor
- Innocence in Extremis
- The Program
- The Letters
- The Desires of Houses
- Horny
- Pinkie
- Fleshlight
- Are We Having SexNow Or What?
- Three ObsceneTelephone Calls
- Tennessee
- Up for a Nickel
- The Manicure
- This Isn’t About Love
- Blue Light
- End-of-the-World Sex
- A Jew Berserk onChristmas Eve
- Casting Couch
- It’s Never Too Latein New York
- The Year ofFucking Badly
- Story of OBirthday Party
- Top of the 15th:Best American Erotica’s Authors1993–2008
- Readers’ DirectoryThe Most Influential Erotic Editors, Journals,and Web Sites of the Past 15 Years
- Contributors
- Credits
- About the Editor and Author
We walked through the garden, stepping across the rows of turnip greens and the tomato vines. It was a new moon, and everything was dark blue. She held the barbed wire apart while I climbed through, and I did the same for her. She slipped through without touching it anywhere, like she’d done it a lot.
We sat on the ground, close enough to feel the warmth of each other. I pulled out blades of grass and waited. There was nothing to hear but the crickets. She lay back, her hands folded behind her head.
“I bet I know what you were doing. Looking at the stars, huh?”
I nodded. I felt her smile.
“Bet you were sitting out there, trying to think how they could be so far away?”
I giggled.
She reached down and gently tugged me down beside her. She could read my mind. It felt good, like somebody else in there with me. I have never waited for anything as hard as I waited for that first kiss.
She pulled me onto her so that my breasts touched hers for the first time. Then she pulled my chin down with two fingers and gave me a lingering taste-kiss right on the lips. It was better than the kisses two days before on the horse, and I might not have had one like it since.
She ran her tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth and she started kissing me harder. Soon it was like the other day with her tongue halfway down my throat. We rolled over slowly until she was above me. She was on me with her legs straddled, when I felt something I shouldn’t have. It woke me.
“Rohn…?”
She laughed low and deep in her chest. “I told you I wasn’t like other women. Didn’t I tell you that?”
But she was soft. And her voice was a woman’s. And her breath was a woman’s. And her breasts. She kept kissing me and pushing down on my body and grinding her hips into me until I responded.
I had on jeans that night. My blouse was already open and now she started to undo my pants. I helped her and we got them off.
Then she was up on her knees, still straddling me and doing something with the zipper on her pants. She took her penis out. It was warm and hard and at first she rubbed it back and forth against my clitoris. It made me lose my breath. I pulled her toward me and she told me to open my legs wider and I did.
At this time I was still a virgin. She was big for me and it hurt going in. I squirmed and she covered my mouth with her own.