Chapter Twelve

Karrie

What the hell does that mean? Second base? Is there a thing? Is that boob groping or is it oral? I get my phone and call Vivienne.

“What does it mean when he says tonight we are going to second base?” I ask as soon as she answers.

“Mon Dieu.” Dear God, she says. “What are you talking about?”

I get up off my bed and tiptoe to my door, sticking my head out to hear where Matthew is.

“I had the talk with Matthew,” I whisper, going into the hall.

“You mean the nonexistent sex you had?” She laughs while she says.

“Merde.” Shit, I say in French when I hear the water from the upstairs bathroom shut off. “Okay, quick, what is second base? Is it nipple play or sucking dick? Matthew just said get ready for second base.”

All I hear is laughing on her side of the phone. “I think you should bounce on that all night long, twice. Make your own second base.”

“I don’t know why we are friends,” I whisper, looking up while my back is against the wall.

“Parce que tu m’aimes.” Because you love me, she says. “Appelle moi plus tard. Explain what second base is.” Call me later, she asks.

“D’accord.” Fine, I say, hanging up, going to my bedroom. I start pacing the floor when I see Matthew walking down the stairs, towel around his waist.

He comes in the room, the water still dripping on his chest from his hair. “Babe, you didn’t shower?” He takes in my appearance, noticing that I’m still dressed.

“I was”—I hold the phone in my hand—“I was on the phone. Vivienne called.”

“I like her,” he says, coming into the room. “We should set up drinks with her and Phil. They might hit it off.”

“Why are you naked?” I shake my head. “Sorry, why aren’t you dressed or in your boxers?” I ask him.

“I usually sleep naked,” he says, going to the bed and sitting down, the towel cracking, showing me his legs, but covering the family jewels.

“You can’t sleep naked. Second base isn’t naked. It’s dressed.”

“Would you feel better if I was wearing boxers?” He gets up.

“Um, yes, I think I would,” I tell him. “Now go get your boxers and clean up the kitchen downstairs. You left your plate on the table and it’s going to stink.”

“On it,” he says, stopping to put his finger under my chin, kissing the side of my mouth. “Can't wait for second base,” he says, walking out.

I start to panic, running to my underwear drawer, getting matching lace panties and bra. “Black or white?” I ask no one. “Not red, that’s a third base color.” I walk into the bathroom and take a shower in record time. Thankfully I shaved and groomed in the shower this morning. I spray my peach oil on myself, rubbing it in. I take myself in. “I can do this. I got this.” I walk into the room and notice that he still isn’t back upstairs, giving me time to get under the covers and wait. In anticipation, shit, I forgot deodorant. I lift my arm, smelling. All good. I lean back, watching my boobs move, not making them be perky. “Okay, sitting up.”

I hear him walk into the room, shutting off the lights in the hallway. He comes in wearing his boxers that fit him like a second glove. Water actually pools in my mouth. I lean over, opening the light on the side table. It’s a dim light. “All clean,” he says, walking over to his side of the bed, peeling off the covers, and he stops. At first I don’t know what’s wrong till I look over and see the vibrator I forgot I put there. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, that.” I try to grab it, but he already has it in his hand. “I finished with it this morning after you left. I forgot.” I’m lying out of my teeth.

He turns the button on and all you see is the shaft move in circles, the silver pearls inside moving. He walks over to the window opens it and tosses the vibrator outside. I get up, rushing to the window.

“Are you insane?” I ask him, peering outside to see it lying in the middle of the road. “You could have hit a car, or better yet a person.”

“Where are the rest? Might as well get rid of them now,” he says, walking to my closet where he moves things around.

I close the window and follow him to my closet where he is tossing hangers left and right to see if maybe it’s hidden in the back. “Do you mind?” I ask him.

“Nope, I don’t mind at all,” he says, going to my shelves with my shoes.

I get in front of him. “Okay, that’s enough. You can do what you want, but the shoes, they don’t get touched.”

He laughs at me for a second and then he takes in my lace outfit. My breasts rise and fall while he watches. “Playtime is over,” he says. “Get on the bed, legs spread.”

My hand goes to my throat that has suddenly become drier than the ocean. “I,” I start to stutter, “I thought we were going to second base?” My heart is beating so loud I hear the echoes in my ears. “I think legs spread is a third base kind of thing.”

He walks toward me while I take a step back, my back hitting my shoe rack, his hand coming to touch my face, the light touch giving me goose bumps all over. “There’s nothing I’m going to do to you that you aren’t going to like.” His thumb goes down to my nipple that has perked up for him. He puts his thumb into his mouth and them comes back again. The wetness against the lace makes it tingle even more. “Your body lights up for me.” He continues going in a circle with his thumb, my eyes fixated on his hand. “Need a taste,” he says and I blink my eyes, not sure what he means. He wants a taste of what, me? But I don’t have to wait for long because he bends his head and his teeth bite my nipple right through my bra. His teeth clamp down on it. I wait for the pain, but it’s the opposite of pain. It's need. The feeling goes straight to my stomach, which then goes straight to my core. My head flies back taking in the feeling. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, while his tongue turns around the puckered nipple. My hand flies into his hair. “Do I have your attention?” he asks the minute he lets my nipple go. My eyes slowly open, almost as if I’m in a haze. I nod my head yes because he’s got my attention and so much more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He kisses my neck, my head moving to make way for him. “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nice,” I say, walking to the bed. I get on it, not sure if I lie in the middle, on my side, or on his side. So I sit in the middle of the bed, my legs crossed Indian style. “So, as this is the first time I've gone to second base, I’m not sure where I should sit. I mean, I’ve had sex. Or maybe.”

“Babe, really, not a good time to talk about you in bed with someone else while I’m about to go to third base.” He gets on the bed with me and pushes me down, and pulls my legs, making my back hit the bed. “Trust me, when we have sex, you’ll fucking know you had it. And I’ll make damn fucking sure you feel me in there for weeks to come,” he tells me while he crawls over me. My hands start in his hair, running over his broad shoulders, down his thick arms. His lips come down on mine. My lips open for his tongue, my tongue seeking his. The kiss leaves me breathless. He kisses my chin, going down to my neck. His finger drags down the bra strap from my shoulder, till he stops at my elbow. His finger traces the top of the bra cup, slipping in to tease my nipple.

“So fucking perfect,” he says while he is pulling the cup down my pink peaked nipple waiting for his mouth. He sucks in so deep I wonder if you can get a nipple hickey. “I bet you're wet.” He repeats the action to the other breast. My legs spread open. Without even knowing I arch up my back, pushing my breast into him. His mouth lets go of my breast, leaning back on his legs. Both his hands go to my breasts where he squeezes them, then rolls the nipples at the same time between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, the whole time looking into my eyes. His hands run down my sides, now making me squirm because the touch is so soft. The same thumb that was rolling my nipple is now rubbing up and down my center, the wetness soaking through the lace. “Soaked.” He rubs it again. “Where did you get these?” he asks and I’m not even sure I can comprehend what he’s saying. “I owe you a new pair,” he says right before he rips the sides, the panties falling to the bed, leaving me open for him, glistening. “Third base.” His voice is thick with need. His fingers go back on me again, this time skin on skin. Two fingers go from my clit to my opening, gathering wetness and then going back up to rub circles around it. “Pink and perfect.” Is the last thing I hear before he leans down and takes my clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. My legs move wider apart, my head digging deeper into the bed. “Play with your nipples while I play with your pussy.”

I pull my hands from my sides and bring them to my nipples where I pinch them lightly. Matthew’s tongue runs down my folds till he slides it inside me. “Oh my God.” I close my eyes, feeling him all over me.

His finger joins his tongue. “Shit. So tight, you're squeezing my fingers,” he says, entering me with just his fingers while he moves up to bite my clit, and I feel it all the way down to my toes. “You taste like heaven,” he says to me while he licks me from bottom to top again, circling his pointy tongue around my clit. I’m on the edge, I can feel it. My tits are getting tighter, the nipples more sensitive while I pinch and roll them. His fingers slowly work their way inside me while he sucks, bites, and rubs my clit.

“I’m going to,” I don’t say anything else because he knows. His fingers move faster while his tongue rubs back and forth on my clit. My head goes back and I let go, leaving my tits and grabbing his head between my legs, pushing him more into me. I spasm around his fingers, and when the feeling starts to fade away I loosen my hold on his head. My hands go out to my sides. “Third base is really a good place to be.” I smile at him while he watches me. My eyes roll down his chest till they land on that place I’ve been dreaming of going to. I sit up, slowly grabbing his waist. “You know what’s the best thing about third base?” I ask him, watching his eyes as I take my finger and fit it into the elastic at his waist, his stomach sucking in as soon as I get close to his cock. I peel his underwear down over his hips, his cock springing free. His beautiful cock. Can a cock be beautiful? I have the answer. Yes, yes, it can and yes, it is. His is so perfect. “Oh. My. God,” I say out loud as my eyes make contact with his cock. His shaft is so thick and wide, my fingers try to wrap around the base, but it's so big they don’t touch. When I move up his shaft, I hear his hiss coming from above me.

“You’re killing me, babe.”

I shake my head, “Nope, not yet, but I will,” I tell him, leaning in and licking the tip. “Get ready for third base.”