Not Like That

I’d like to say that all sorts of sexy stuff happened next, but I honestly don’t remember much. What I do remember, wasn’t exactly great. For example, I remember trying really hard to make her come with my fingers and failing miserably. Again. Like, in the absolute worst way possible. I was not good at it. You’d think I would’ve been, given that I’d made myself come pretty much every day for a good few years at that point. Disappointingly not, though.

“Not like that. It’s not working,” she huffed at one point, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

“Just tell me what will fucking work, then!” I hissed at her. It was probably quite funny to watch our mid-fuck tiffs, but I just wanted to throw in the towel and admit that lesbianism wasn’t my strongest trait.

“Get me a vibrator,” she said.

I froze. “Huh?”

“Something that buzzes, for fuck’s sake. Just get me something that buzzes.”

I reached into my bedside cabinet and felt around for something appropriate. The Rampant Rabbit? No. The Thruster? Hmmm, no. I opted for the only other toy I owned at that point: a simple, silver bullet-style vibrator.

“This?” I checked. I prayed that it was the right tool for the job. There was nothing left to try, and I was started to feel woefully inadequate. It wasn’t an emotion that I handled well. Plus, she was in my territory now. I had something to prove. Well, I thought I did. Either way, I had to make her come. I just had to.

“Perfect!”

Thank fuck for that.

Jane held the toy just above her clit and I froze for a second time. What was I meant to do now? Watch? Join in? Pop in a finger or two? Ah. Help. I opted for fingers. It seemed the safer option. Returning to my previous position between her legs on the bed I slowly slid one finger inside her to start with. She nodded, but didn’t say a word. That was progress, I supposed. I’m ashamed to admit that I jabbed instead of caressed because I didn’t know any better. It was my first time, after all. I’ve never been a fan of jabbing myself, even back then, so I’m not entirely sure why I thought it would work on Jane. Again, though: first time. I was a true beginner in the ways of making a woman come. Well, a woman that wasn’t me, anyway.

We seemed to be there for an age, both working hard in our respective areas. I mostly jabbed with the occasional exploration of fingers, and she mostly held the vibrating toy in place. Eventually, thankfully, the end neared. I couldn’t tell at first, but her breathing changed. It was no longer regular and measured, but irregular and ragged. Her brows furrowed, and at times, she even seemed to hold her breath.

A minute or two more and I started to feel something. Well, my fingers did. I could fell Jane clench and tighten around the two that were inside her, and I almost yanked them out in shock. It was, honestly, the oddest sensation from this side of things. For a split second I wondered if Jane was going to pee on me. She didn’t, of course; instead, she clenched and released on repeat, slowly at first, then building in pace. At points I thought she was going to clench them clean away from my hand; it was honestly that strong.

With a groan that almost sounded painful, Jane climaxed. I felt it too, both in clenches and fluidity. It wasn’t exactly a gushing, but it was a definite increase in her slickness, you know?

Afterwards, I checked with her… just in case. I didn’t want to be going around, thinking that she had came when she actually hadn’t. You know? “You came, right?”

“Yes, I came,” she laughed. “Was pretty good.”

Pretty good? Pretty fucking good? I was both offended and chuffed in equal measures. Anything above “shit” would’ve made me happy. On the other hand, though, pretty good? It sounded less complimentary for some reason. Still, Jane had came in my bed. I wanted to jump up and down on it with glee.

We didn’t get around to me that night, but I didn’t mind that, really. I was unsatisfied, but I didn’t feel unsatisfied. In fact, I felt pretty good about myself. Well, I did when I didn’t feel wracked with guilt over the fact that Jane was my EX-BOYFRIEND’S SISTER!

I’d deal with that later, I guessed.

You guys, I made a girl come for the first time. Ish. It was close enough for me, anyway. I’d deal with the rest of that later, too.

The next blog in the dating timeline is this one: Hey, You.