My First Erotica

My Erotica--by Bethany Celeste

I always hated going there alone. But I was hungry and stopped in and got a Tomato Special. I sat at the very top of the restaurant’s balcony, so I could see everyone coming and going on Fry St. As I was nibbling on my slice and staring absent-mindedly into space in the downward direction of pedestrian traffic, I noticed that a very peculiarly dressed individual was staring right back! A tall, muscled-yet-wiry red head dressed in Navy Blues was staring up at me. Embarrassed for staring, I turned back to my pizza, only to hear the recognizable sound of the Tomato's only working door busting open. I glance over the railing intending to observe him inconspicuously from behind, only to discover that he too had turned around to get a second glance at me. He noticed me, presumably flushed bright red with the embarrassment of being caught a second time, and smiled and waved at me. Ah, that smile. The same awkward, lopsided grin I'd known him to flash half a decade ago. I smiled and waved, too, but in the process knocked my elbow on the corner of the table and flushed even harder. He laughed with me at my clumsiness and went to order his pizza. He came up the stairs when he had finished placing his order and sat directly across from me at my table.

“Hey,” he said. “Remember me?”

“Yeah, I remember you!” I said, trying to act like the cool, collected, 21 year old college student whom I knew I wasn’t.

“I’m thirsty.” he said. “It’s still happy hour; would you like to share a pitcher of beer with me?”

“Of Course I would,” I say. “Let me give you my ID so they don’t hassle you, since I look like I’m 14.”

“I remember you when you were 14, and you’re right, you haven’t changed that much, but you’re still really beautiful. Let me go get the beer, I’ll be right back.” He casually marches down the stairs with money and IDs in hand. The beer is given to him and he comes back and to my surprise serves me my beer.

“Oh, how sweet, you didn’t have to do that for me--sigh, you always were a gentleman.”

“I hope to be able to do a lot more services for you,” he says.

“That sounds cryptic, like you are soliciting yourself to me as a Nathan Escort service!” To my shock, he reaches out and grabs my hand and says, “Not an escort service, just a Nathan.”

“So what’ll we toast to?” I say.

“I don’t know, what do you want to toast to?”

“How about to ‘Just a Nathan and Just a Bethany Celeste?’”

“It’s a toast,” he says, and we tap our translucent plastic cups together.

“I see that you’ve joined the Navy…a seaman, huh?” I chuckle to myself for effect and Nathan roars with laughter. I ask about him, but it turns out there’s not too much to tell. He joined the Navy after working for a year and had just earned a college degree, not to mention several trade certifications while in the Navy. He saved all his money, and only bought himself a black BMW coupe. He started to ask about what I’d been doing with myself, so naturally, I slammed shut like a window. But after some gentle probing and a lot of alcohol, he got some “peaces.” The peace about not being engaged and feeling slightly unattractive and unwanted and highly misunderstood by virtually everyone.

Finally, I am almost reduced to tears when he grabs my hand and says, “It doesn’t have to be like that. Not for you.” And then, “I’m just staying in a hotel tonight and hotels are so impersonal. I want to see where you live and what your place looks like.”

I stand wobbly and slur out, “I’m such a cheap date, a couple of beers and I’m gone. I got dropped off here by Sara, anyway, would you mind driving, since you let me drink all the beer?”

“Sure,” he says, “let me take you to my car.” He picks up my purse to carry it for me. He gently puts one hand on my left shoulder and cups my right hand and slowly, as he leads me down the stairs from behind, his hand sides down from my shoulder to my hip. Nathan parked at a meter in front of the Zebrahead. He uses the keyless entry to unlock the doors but continues to walk me to the curbside passenger door and opens it for me. To my pleasant surprise, it’s completely clean and polished. He places my bag at my feet and closes the door. He gets inside and the engine roars to life, along w/ the stereo, blasting Bad Religion’s the New America album. Nathan rolls down the windows and opens the sunroof and away we go. I give him directions to my apartment and tell him to brace himself of it’s dorm room appearance and thrown-together-hastily feeling.

“Remember, I’m still a nerd,” I say. I unlock the door, warn Nathan of my vicious kitty meowing on the other side of the door, and then open it slowly to prevent the kitty’s escape. I rush in after closing the door and pee a bucket into the toilet. As I come out, I see that Nathan is waiting in line.

I notice that Nathan spends a considerable amount of time in my bathroom and I bring it to his attention by dorkily commenting, “There you are, I thought maybe you had fallen in!”

“No, but I ran across something interesting,” he says, holding up my bottle of Jasmine-Vanilla massage oil.

“Do you want me to give you a backrub?” I ask innocently.

“No, but I am just dying to give you a backrub.”

“Really?” I gasp, a little too surprised and a little too eager. And then, oh no, I think, I hope he know from our conversation at the Tomato that I might panic if he tries to get intimate too fast! No, I reassure myself, I’ve been ready for this for a long time. I need to be touched by this man…

He cuts off my thought by saying, “I know what you’ve been thinking about.” I have a split-second moment of panic before he continues with, “I have had your image constantly in my mind. If anything good or bad happens between us, I want you to know that I will still be just as in love with you as I was seven years ago and I will always love you still, not matter what happens.” He pulls me toward him and we embrace in a close hug. As we let go, he says, “Would you like me to give you a back rub?”

“Of course,” I say, drawing him near and kissing him lightly on the cheek. He smiles warmly at me and I lead Nathan into my bedroom and we sit down on my twin bed hopelessly decorated in Harry Potter and Star Wars bed sheets.

“I remember you were a real Star Wars prodigy,” he says. “You could read book like 400 pages long in the eighth grade.” He puts his hand behind my shoulder and gently me near while quietly leaning in. “Don’t be so nervous, relax,” he says evenly, “close your eyes.” I wet my lips in nervous anticipation, and try to remember to breathe as I close my eyes. Nathan leans closer in, so close in fact, that I can smell a hint of spicy cologne and feel our clothes brush together. He’s so close I can feel his breath, and then the small, sharp inhalation as he leans forward and kisses me, at first lips barely touching--just ever so lightly brushing against each other. Then again, with more pressure and I rest my hand on his chest and lean in to kiss him again.

We draw away and I say, “Let me help you out of those dress blues.” I grasp the lapels of his jacket on both sides and ease it off his back so he can wiggle out of it. I start unbuttoning his dress shirt from the bottom up. “Arms up!” I say as I pull the shirt off of his arms and shoulders over his head. I toss his dress shirt to the floor while leaning over him and reaching over his back to snatch his undershirt over his head and off his back. I wad it into a ball and toss it across the room. I scoot closer to him and run my hands across his chest, tentatively.

He grabs my hand and says, “Let’s get started on that backrub.” He reaches forward and I put my hand over his as he unzips my spiked corset, revealing my mature breasts basking in their voluptuous glory. He reaches behind me to unzip my red plaid pleated shirt. I step out of my skirt and I lay down on the bed with only below my knees under the covers.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I’m cold,” I reply. He lays down on the bed next to me on his side, and flops over slightly on the top of my back to warm me up. Slowly, he brings his arm around my back and rests it dauntingly in the center of my spine.

“Where does it ache?” He asks.

“Everywhere!” I say.

“How about if I start from your lower back and work up?” He starts with moderately light pressure, using his entire grip and increases the pressure to intense as he starts to feel my muscles ever so slowly relax at his touch. As he works his way up to my neck and shoulders, I turn to lie on my side and face him. He puts his hand on my chest slightly above and between my breasts. I wrap my hand around his and he inches closer.

“Nathan, I’m so scared,” I whisper.

“Don’t be scared, we’re going to make love, you and I. We’re going to have sex together, and you don’t have to be nervous. Are you certain that you want for us to be intimate?” he asks.

“Are you going to take care of me every step of the way?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“Then yeah, I want for us to have sex together.” I sigh nervously in anticipation. Nathan leans in and kisses me on the cheek. He strokes my hair and puts his hand behind my back and pulls me in.

“Just close your eyes and relax, besides, we both know that we are fabulous kissers.” he says. Ain’t that the truth! I think to myself as I lean in and kiss him pointedly on his mouth. But it doesn’t stop there. Before we know it, we’re wrapped up in each other’s arms gently kissing each other. I love the way Nathan kisses me. He uses perfect, precise, pressure, using his tongue to gently accentuate our kiss, and not to dominate it.

“Let me know when you’re ready, but take your time.” he says.

“Oh, I am so ready,” I say. He gets up and extends his hand to help me up. I slide off my satin Joe Boxer panties and he reaches in his pants pocket to pull out a condom.

“Here, read what I wrote on the package,” he says.

“For use with Bethany Celeste, only,” I read aloud. “Then let’s put it to good use, then?” I loosen his 1980s-style Navy belt and slowly unzip his pants. I slide them off his waist and steps out of them as completely naked as I am. I take his hand and pull him to the bed as I sit down on it. He lays down next to me on his back. “Pass me our condom, I want to do the honors,” I say. I tear the wrapper off and carefully roll the condom all the way down what has to be the biggest penis I have ever seen.

“Are you still nervous?” Nathan asks.

“A little, but I’m also really excited, too,” I say as I pull him over onto me. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward me to kiss him on the cheek. He turns to kiss me long and slow using firm pressure and gentle tongue action. He carefully balances above me as he ever-so-incredibly-slowly moves his penis inside of me. Suddenly, it feels to me like he is unsure of himself. Performance Anxiety? I wonder to myself. I feel him pushing all the way into me--we’re as close as physically possible. He backs out just as incredibly slowly. He’s moving so slowly it almost feels like a tease. He pushes forward a little faster this time, but still slow and evenly and back again. He gradually gets fast and faster until he’s got a hold of the top of my bed and we’re both getting short of breath from so much anticipation and all the exertion. I am bobbing my hips up and down in sync with him so that he gains even more force in his thrust. I’ve got my arms locked around his back and to my surprise my body is getting excited! He’s hitting all the right places in all the right ways at all the right times. Without warning, I feel myself start to shudder.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, and then, “Don’t Stop!” With the excited patience of a man who knows that he is about to achieve the greatest triumph of his masculinity, he maintains his timing and pressure as my entire body catches fire. He can feel me tense as I gasp, and all the years of sexual neglect are let go. Quickly, he thrusts even harder so we both come at the same time and then relax into each other’s arms.

“…Bethany, I have a confession to make.” he says. Oh my God, now is probably not when I want to hear the words ‘I have a confession…’ I think to myself. “That was the most rewarding sex in the history of the universe,” he states.

“Oh, you are too kind,” I coyly reply. “Now get off me!” I bark in my typical straightforward demeanor. Nathan laughs and smiles at me.

“Alright,” he says. He gets up and heads into my bathroom where he flushes our condom. Meanwhile, I hurriedly put my panties, skirt, and corset back on. He comes into my room and smiles at me as he pulls on his dress pants. I sit on my bed. Oh, this is it, I’m never going to see him again, oh, damn. But then he turns to me and unexpectedly says, “Hey, let’s go for a drive. Would you like to go for a drive?”

“Absolutely!” I say, rather surprised that he isn’t trying to dash out the door. “Can we listen to Jupiter Sunrise in the car?” I ask.

“Of course,” he replies. So I grab my purse and hunt down my black Sketchers Flip-flops and I lock my door behind us. As we step out of the hall way, he takes my hand and leads me to the drivers side he takes out his keypad and unlocks the door and opens it for me.

“You mean I get to drive it?”

“Anywhere you want to go.”

“Alright, hurry up and get in, then!” And, in a matter of moments, all the windows and the sun roof have been opened all the way, and we are tearing down US 380 while I am lamenting about Master Suzuki and Badges of Honor at the top of my falsetto. We drive for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. We finally see Wichita Falls, Childress (in all it’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre glory), Amarillo, and then Canyon.

“Let’s hike up to the Lighthouse Formation,” I say. We drive into the Canyon, I squeal over the wildlife (turkeys) and then we park and begin the walk while watching the sunset. Finally, we get there as the sun has just disappeared behind the Canyon. Nathan, still in his sea-faring pants, takes both of my hands and then takes a knee. And for now, this is where I will end my fantasy.